There is light in the deep sea

Lin Yi settled down in a large private park on the outskirts of Beijing. A few days later, Jiang Xichen discovered that she had brought all the work she had with her, as if she wanted to live steadily for a long time!Surprised by this, he couldn't help worrying that after Jiang Dongwei came back, the atmosphere at home would drop to freezing point...

But then he realized that Jiang Dongwei would never come back in the short term, because Jiang Qinmao was back.Moreover, things belonging to Jiang Dongwei at home are being shipped to the United States little by little, such as the artwork in the guest room hall.

Now, Jiang Xichen completely understood: "Old Jiang wants to come back and live a peaceful old life, so my eldest brother took Brother Xun to retreat, so as not to be under the same roof with Lao Jiang in the future, and it is pitiful to see each other. Kill me!"

He raised his eyes to look at Xie Wu, pretending to be pitiful: "I have nowhere to retreat, so I can only grow into a big tree so hard that he can't pull it up. Little uncle... If I haven't grown up yet, Old Jiang I just came to the door, and I will trouble you to fight it when the time comes, and don't let him force me to go back and inherit the family property!"

"If you don't work hard, you have to go home and inherit the family property" is Jiang Xichen's new stalk that has been discussed the most on the Internet recently.Because Jiang Dongwei, who is far away in the United States, personally announced that Jiang Xichen's company belongs to the Jiang Group, and it was revealed for the first time that this big traffic star is his own brother, not a cousin, let alone a thigh.

As soon as the news came out, the entertainment circle was immediately splashed.

Under the public escort of such strong capital, Jiang Xichen's new company is riding the wind and waves, and its daily operations are quickly on the right track, and its development is like a broken bamboo.And Jiang Xichen, who bears the name of the boss, has become a hands-off shopkeeper and has lived the most leisurely life since he became famous, staying in the Lanhua Theater every day to engage in dramas.

In this case, he said that he wanted to "grow up desperately", which was really not convincing.

Xie Wu slapped him on the forehead: "Speak well!"

Jiang Xichen: "I'm a good talker! I really have to make the company stronger and bigger, otherwise what can I ask him for freedom and the future, this future—"

"What do you want me to do?" Xie Wu grabbed his gesturing finger, curled it up and held it in his hand, "Tell me, how do you want me to create a future with you?"

Chatting with smart people is easy.Jiang Xichen smiled gratifiedly, and said: "Join us, we really really need a powerful person who can control the scene, to be a film and television broker... well, to be a facade."

Xie Wu: "Let me give you the platform?"

Jiang Xichen blinked: "The reward is very generous, even the boss!"

Pooh.Xie Wu let him go and didn't talk to him.

He found that ever since he got acquainted with this kid, there was never a time when he was tricked by him.At first, he was confused by his simple and studious appearance, and recruited him into the theater, and then he was moved by his deep friendship, and talked about love as soon as his forehead got hot.Love makes people mentally handicapped, this pit is undoubtedly getting deeper and deeper, until now, he still has the power to parry.

However, the shelf still needs to be taken care of.He casually made a request that wasn't really a request: "Finish the performance of "Low Temperature" first, and then I'll talk about it when I'm satisfied."

Jiang Xichen snapped his fingers: "It's easy to say!"

After many rehearsals and revisions, "Low Temperature" finally reached a satisfactory state when the end of summer came.

At the end of summer, the posters outside and in the lobby of the Lanhua Theater were replaced on a large scale, which means that the previous performance season has ended and the new performance season has begun.In the hall, the three posters of "Low Temperature" occupy three main positions, and the audience can see them when they come in and look up.

It is the opening play of the new season and the main repertoire, which will be staged throughout the season.

On the afternoon of the premiere, after the final rehearsal, Xu Lun passed the hall and suddenly stopped in front of the largest piece of "Low Temperature".

The biggest poster, of course, is the one that highlights the theme of the show. Its main image is defined as the double-sided of the main character of the show, Qin Xiaochuan, in the classic silhouette of one black and one white.

This is completely different from the artistic conception in the previous version where the main pusher Qin Xiaochuan and the doctor face each other.Because the play was revised many times during the rehearsal process, it almost became Qin Xiaochuan's spiritual solo.

This result came about because Jiang Xichen finally opened up and wrote a footnote for Qin Xiaochuan himself: "The doctor can only help Qin Xiaochuan face himself, or lead him to see a certain light source, but he can't do that to help him out The savior. No one has a savior, Qin Xiaochuan has to accept himself."

When he said this, his tone was serious but calm, and he seemed to have enough mastery and control over himself.

While Xu Lun agreed with this point of view, he was overjoyed—before he was worried that this role would have too much influence on Jiang Xichen, so he somewhat deliberately assigned Qin Xiaochuan's sharpness to the opponent's roles, such as doctors and male students; now, after hearing Jiang Xichen's words, he I know that I can finally push out all the things I originally wanted to show.

So, in the end, the single-person and double-sided poster of Qin Xiaochuan in front of him will become the star of "Low Temperature".

"Finally come to this point." Xu Lun whispered to himself, his heart was satisfied, but he couldn't help the hidden loss - after all, the drama has been going all the way, and it has been bumpy and ups and downs in a short period of time. unsatisfactory.

"Are you sorry?" A person walked beside him, and asked in his own words.

Xu Lun knew it was Jiang Xichen without turning his head, and felt an indescribable peace of mind in his heart.Unknowingly, they have been getting along at work for more than half a year.I don't know whether it's because of the compatibility of nature, or whether Jiang Xichen is too smart and good at being a human being. He feels more and more sympathy for him, and talking to him is also very tacit and relaxed.

For example, at this moment, he understood what Jiang Xichen was referring to, and he was indeed pointed at the thing that worried him most.

He frankly revealed his disappointment, pursed his lips and nodded: "I deliberately designed the role of wife for my senior sister. In any case, it's a pity that she didn't come on stage with us."

Jiang Xichen didn't say a word after hearing this, just patted him on the shoulder, and stood silently with him for a while.

During that short time, they faced the poster together, sorting out their emotions and emotions.In the end, they looked at each other, as if they had figured out something, their expressions were relaxed and relaxed.

Jiang Xichen said: "Let's go, the show will start soon."

At ten o'clock in the evening, Lanhua Drama Theater's opening play "Low Temperature" this year's autumn and winter performance season has come to an end.The lights on the stage were dim, and even the light hitting the characters was extremely weak.The person in the light sat on the ground sideways to the audience, seeming to be faintly visible.

The attendance rate of this show was full, and there were additional seats on both auditorium floors, which made the entire performance theater extremely crowded.And as the play pushed to the heart-wrenching end, the air seemed to become cramped.In such an environment, those who were distracted felt inexplicably irritable, while those who were engaged subconsciously straightened their backs and stared closely at the people on stage.

"It's meaningless to me that this happened. It binds me, keeps me immobilized; it imprisons me, burdens me with the weight of a cage; it consumes me, tortures me, makes fun of me, and finally The damn thing is—it often gives me the illusion of sweetness."

The people on the stage pondered their own monologues, the voice did not seem to come from the throat, but seemed to be sent directly from the abdomen, but after some modifications, the roughness and sonority were removed, and it appeared to be deep and deep.The lines are interpreted by this voice, like a poem or a song.

"Heh." He smiled, lightly but clearly.

Then he turns his head and faces the audience without moving his body.The lights brightened a little, illuminating his whole being.There was a faint sound of gasping in the auditorium, and some people exclaimed, "It's so beautiful."Indeed, the figure of the person on the stage is astonishingly graceful.

He sat sideways on the ground, and his long-term dance training allowed his upper body to be straight while maintaining a subtle arc.The raised chin clearly reveals the long and elegant neck, which connects smoothly with the jaw line, just like the lines drawn by a master painter.Under the light of the faint blue light tube, his aura is very cool and light, as if it will disappear.

It's breathless.

"How can I believe in the sweetness of life? I have always thought that this is a scam, another way to bind and imprison me. Countless sweet nights I have told myself, it is just a trap to play with me. You see, I was right—" He turned his hand, raised his arm, and held a dagger in his palm, "sweet, sweet, this is what it left me. Now, this is all I have."

He looked into the distance with a smile, and sighed slightly with his eyes looking into the distance. He played with the dagger in the palm of his hand, and the lines of the monologue he was still muttering were not sad, but they made people's heartstrings tense: "I have a feeling that I have already left." At the end of my life, this was the place I wanted to be, but I just couldn't lift it up and send myself to the other side."

At this time, the voice of the doctor who had had a deep talk with him before echoed above the theater in the form of background sound: "Accept yourself, and you will become your savior. Otherwise, just end it, and I will bless you, I'll miss you too..."

After the memory of the doctor echoed in the air for a while, Qin Xiaochuan stood up on the stage.That posture was completely different from when he was sitting, it was extremely ordinary, even a little hunchback caused by sitting on the table for a long time, it seemed that the amazing beauty before was just an illusion.

The knife is in his hand, accepting himself to live, or ending himself to gain relief, are all in his mind.

How would he choose?

The stage was completely dark at this time, and other lights in the entire theater were also extinguished.Then, people heard a loud crash of a heavy object on the stage. The darkness amplified the sound to a shocking level, and the audience burst into uncontrollable sobbing.

"Is he dead?" No one answered the question.

A few seconds later, the stage lights were turned on again, and the scene had been rearranged as it had been at the beginning of the play: a classroom with only one male student sitting in it.Qin Xiaochuan, who was holding a textbook, came to the door of the classroom from the corridor, and raised his eyes to look at the student. The moment he saw him, his figure paused slightly.But different from the real beginning, he didn't show a bitter expression of forbearance and self-deprecation, but smiled gently.

The curtains were drawn gradually from both sides, the lights dimmed again, and the play was over.

"Has he ended himself? Or has he accepted himself?" The audience, who was sobbing involuntarily just now, asked the people around him suspiciously.

The person being asked hesitated for a moment, then replied: "Let's see ourselves, we don't know... who knows?"

The stage did not give an answer, and no one knew Qin Xiaochuan's ending.The curtain fell on the stage, and the applause was unknown, but it was undoubtedly dedicated to the people who took the curtain call on the stage. The excitement covered up all the sadness, depression, and thinking just now—the opening scene was a great success.

But only Xie Wu, who held Jiang Xichen's hand tightly and bowed to the audience, knew how cold his palm was.And this coldness seemed to know his distress at the moment, opposed him to return some strength, and even gently rubbed the back of his hand with his fingertips, silently conveying the most gentle words of comfort and love in the world.