The Last Shot [Entertainment]

When Sheng Zhaoliang was in his third year of junior high school, Tian Jing watched the adaptation of "The Count of Monte Cristo" secretly. In fact, he didn't need to sneak around and hide in the dark auditorium. He could smack Sheng Zhaoliang more boldly than ever before. Once again, I was almost elated.

At that time, Sheng Zhaoliang was wearing solemn and complicated costumes, standing on the stage, and the light outlined his handsome face in hill-like shadows, making him look silent and ready for storms.

He said his lines loudly: "Life is so important, I picked it up from the dark dungeon, just to make up my mind to bear it, but what can support me to walk? Only hatred. A mediocre person Living by saving coins, passionate people will seek death if they don’t have a lover to kiss passionately, and great people will burn their lives to light up the annals of history. In this case, hatred is my crutch and my nourishment. What’s the difference? "

Sheng Zhaoliang's voice was resounding, hovering in the theater, Tian Jing's heart was beating like thunder, and he mingled with that passionate and gloomy voice in his ears, almost breaking his eardrums.

"Tolerance and love? No, when I help people forget their bad deeds, and also forget my past, I will become a person curled up in a recliner, because there will never be anything more burning than hatred in this life Things that make me obsessed with my life.”

Tian Jing's eyes were moist, and he thought a little excitedly and timidly in his heart at that time, if I were the earl, you would be the only one who supported my life and made me obsessed with life.

However, he was wrong, just like all young people at that age, some affectionate sentences that flashed through his mind could only move him, and he still didn't know what the real intoxication and life meant.

Today, Tian Jing found Sheng Zhaoliang who had been out of touch for a long time. In a dark editing room where the only light source was a computer screen, Sheng Zhaoliang was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed.

He is almost unrecognizable, his hair has been grown to half length, piled up messily in his collar, his face is covered with uneven stubble, his skin is rough and red, his clothes are also wrinkled, his legs are curled up on the armrest of the sofa, A slender ankle was exposed from the baggy trouser legs, and he wore socks of different colors.

Tian Jing sat on the chair next to the sofa, looked down at him for a while, Sheng Zhaoliang didn't sleep well, his breath was not the regular and long breath that Tian Jing would remember forever after hearing it once, but intermittent, very uncomfortable, Tian Jing Slowly getting used to Sheng Zhaoliang's face, and then felt sore in his heart.

People always need something to support their heavy life, otherwise emptiness and depression will stir people thin, and when passing through the mesh of time, the passage will be faster.The first time Tian Jing tasted the sweetness of finding a support was when he raised the camera. After returning from this trip, he has fully adapted to the profession of photographer, and the initial panic has dissipated through practice again and again. Undoubtedly gave him encouragement, coupled with another effective catalyst, he seemed to wake up, realizing that even he, even the fat Tian Jing who was always inconspicuous, could catch him and lock his dreams. .

Tian Jing stretched out his hand, and gently touched Sheng Zhaoliang's face with his round fingertips.

Sheng Zhaoliang opened his eyes.

After seeing Tian Jing, he was obviously taken aback, and then blinked again before waking up.

"Tian Jing?"

"Ah."

Sheng Zhaoliang sat up from the sofa, wiped his face, lowered his head and didn't know what was going through his mind, then raised his head and looked at Tian Jing: "Why did you come?"

"I'm coming to find you."

Sheng Zhaoliang's Adam's apple twitched, held back his words, and changed his words: "Let's find a place to chat." He stood up while talking, but Tian Jing didn't move.

"There's no need to look for a place, I didn't just leave after chatting." He looked up at Sheng Zhaoliang, "I'm not leaving."

What he said was a bit domineering, but his eyes were soft and pleading, so Sheng Zhaoliang had nothing to say, and could only sit down again.There were no windows in the editing room, so it was a bit stuffy. Sheng Zhaoliang found two sodas from the small refrigerator in the corner, and gave Tian Jing a little shake to open them carefully.

Tian Jing doesn't like carbonated drinks, because carbon dioxide will make his stomach uncomfortable. As a foodie, his stomach is not very good, and he has suffered a lot of bad luck.

Sheng Zhaoliang's meticulous behavior did not make Tian Jing feel affectionate, he knew where Sheng Zhaoliang's affection for him was.

"You heard that you went to shoot a movie with Mr. Ren, is it over?" Sheng Zhaoliang asked while opening his soda.

"Have you heard about me?"

"Uh." Sheng Zhaoliang was a little embarrassed, "I heard about it by accident."

Tian Jing blushed, but continued to say: "The filming is over, it will take a while, the funds are not enough, and the later stage can't keep up... What about you?"

"You saw it too." Sheng Zhaoliang leaned back on the sofa, "I just shot a short video, and I borrowed a friend's studio to make a sample."

There are many things in this short sentence that make Tian Jing feel puzzled. Why do you want to make a short film instead of shooting a movie?Why do you look so downcast in your friend's studio?

However, Sheng Zhaoliang didn't seem to intend to elaborate, Tian Jing saw it, and changed the subject: "Are you single now?"

Sheng Zhaoliang looked up at him in surprise.

Tian Jing has practiced silently many times. He can be impartial, look directly at the other party, and control his vocal cords not to tremble:

"If you're single, can you stay with me?"

Sheng Zhaoliang straightened up from the slack sitting position, and even clasped his hands awkwardly.

"Tian Jing..."

"Ah."

"I thought it was made clear two months ago that we... can't go any further."

"At that time, I listened to you because I thought you wanted to reconcile with Yu Su, but you didn't, so for me, there is no obstacle now."

"No, you don't understand." Sheng Zhaoliang put the heel of his palm against his forehead with a headache, "The problem is not with Yu Su, but with me. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have involved you. I hoped to stop the loss in time."

"It won't be in time." Tian Jing's voice dropped, he cleared his throat, facing the red circles under his eyes, "You may think I'm a rascal, but you gave me a chance and took it away, I won't do it , I like you, I like you very much, I don’t want to wait for you to give it to me anymore, I want to fight for it myself, you don’t hate me, right? If you have a little feeling for me, then I will fight for that.”

Sheng Zhaoliang remained silent for a long time, Tian Jing couldn't see clearly the eyes behind his drooping eyelashes, so he could only wait, but Tian Jing had almost used up all the waiting in his life, and it was painful to wait for a while.

"I like you Sheng Zhaoliang, please give me a chance."

As soon as Tian Jing's words came out, he couldn't hold back his crying. He didn't even react, and the tears fell down like broken threads. Sheng Zhaoliang was frightened, and hurriedly stood up to wipe his tears with his sleeves.

"I'm not as good-looking as Yu Su, but I must treat you better than him, I must be better than him, I will be better than anyone, and I will love you more than anyone."

He was already a little incoherent, his mouth was choked and he couldn't breathe, Sheng Zhaoliang's palms were so warm, holding his face, he loved this person so much, he never wanted to be separated from this touching warmth for the rest of his life.

Sheng Zhaoliang hugged his upper body into his arms, his tears and snot all over his body, the more he cried, the more wronged he became, and finally he almost burst into tears. Fortunately, the editing room was equipped with soundproof materials so as not to disturb the people outside.

"I'll try, Tian Jing." Sheng Zhaoliang stroked his hair, "Don't cry, if you really want me to try...then I'll try."

Tian Jing never expected that it would be a cry that made Sheng Zhaoliang nod. He raised his head and looked at Sheng Zhaoliang through his teary eyes. At this time, the tired young man had a panicked expression of not knowing what to do. Seeing him look up, he didn't know what to do anymore, neither was he angry or angry.

"I didn't want to continue to hurt you, so I did that." Sheng Zhaoliang frowned, as usual, in Tian Jing's eyes, he was just a person with a bad temper who seemed to be tolerant from time to time.

"I understand everything, and I've thought about it too." Tian Jing sniffed, "I'm hopeless, even if you stab me with a knife, I still like you."

Sheng Zhaoliang touched the fingers of Tian Jingjing's hair, slid into his hair, and gently scratched, feeling the gentle and obedient feeling of the curly and fluffy hair between his fingers, after all, his heart was still a little moved.

It's like the unconscious snake biting the farmer to death, and still yearning for the residual warmth of the corpse for a while.