The Last Shot [Entertainment]

When Tian Jing came out of the hotel, the cool summer night breeze calmed down his dry body. He walked to the bus station as usual and stood among a few tired young people, who looked like office workers who had finished working overtime on weekends.Tian Jing sighed softly. He was also an office worker with a fixed salary three days ago, but after tossing and turning for a few nights, he finally decided

He resigned, he is 27 this year, and he still has time to pursue his dream.

Fan Fan chased out of the hotel after a while, followed by Gao Bing.

"Tian Jing!" The girl jumped up across the street and waved at him, with an anxious expression on her face. Tian Jing also knew that all she could do was comfort herself and scold Sheng Zhaoliang's [-]th generation. She had a crush on Sheng Zhaoliang in high school. Zhao was good for a while, but since Tian Jing and Sheng Zhaoliang had a stalemate, Fan Fan decided to change his liking very loyally.

Who changed?

Tian Jing looked at Gao Bing who was following Fan Fan and holding her when she was about to rush to the road.

The bus pulled into the station and slowly stopped in front of Tian Jing, and the night returnees beside him got on the bus one after another, but Tian Jing remained motionless.

His face was reflected on the car window, with rounded lines, but wearing a loose and tired look that could not be hidden. He was young, but he was never frivolous.But even so, this short reunion tonight gave him a glimpse of the youthful time that he didn't want to think about.

The beginning of everything collapsed began with the smoldering days when the college entrance examination was approaching.

Tian Jing's high school is at least one of the key points of the city. Since the first semester of the third year of high school, it has entered a state of intensive preparations. It is overwhelmed by the sea of ​​questions every day. Even the thin "Movie Art" every month has no time to take care of it.Even so, after the monthly exam, Tian Jing's ranking still hasn't improved at all, and even his total score has dropped.

Tian Jing’s parents are both salaried and from an average family background. Tian Jing once mentioned that he wanted to study choreography and directing and take the college entrance examination as an art student, but his parents quickly rejected the extra fees and the non-traditional way of applying for the exam. They can only hope that Tian Jing can rush to the forefront in the last year. If this hope fails, Tian Jing's life will become very difficult.

"Sheng Zhaoliang, return your book."

Tian Jing put the magazine on Sheng Zhaoliang's desk, turned around and continued to make papers, Sheng Zhaoliang looked at the unopened plastic bag, and was not satisfied: "You didn't read it, why give it to me."

Tian Jing didn't turn his head back, and said weakly, "I don't have time to read it. A lot of papers are finished beautifully, and I have to hand in one volume today."

Sheng Zhaoliang frowned, and looked at Tian Jing's aggrieved back with his chin squeezed, becoming more and more irritable.He reached out and patted Tian Jing's shoulder, and when Tian Jing turned his head, he quickly raised his index finger and poked it straight. Sheng Zhaoliang often used this trick, and Tian Jing almost always fell for it, and he poked a huge one on the cheek. nest.

This time, Sheng Zhaoliang became a little ruthless, so he pinched Tian Jing's face hard, then propped up the table and got up, and pulled out the pen in Tian Jing's hand. Tian Jing wanted to snatch it back. The pen twirled a few times between the fingers.

"Stop making trouble..." Tian Jing rubbed his face, dejected.

"Who is making trouble with you?" Sheng Zhaoliang raised his eyebrows, "Didn't I tell you that if you are really interested in movies, you should learn to direct and direct, as if these chemical equations are useful, otherwise you can't make half-meter-high papers." You have to hit the street."

"It's not that easy." Tian Jing felt that Sheng Zhaoliang simply didn't know the sufferings of the world.

"It's not that easy." Sheng Zhaoliang pinched Tian Jing's face.

For Sheng Zhaoliang, maybe there is really no easy thing. Tian Jing was dragged to the bookstore by him on weekends, bought a lot of related professional books, did not take the pre-director exam, and only relied on the Internet and books for self-study, Tian Jing He also got his hands on the doorway, and it continued until the winter vacation, when Tian Jing confessed to his family, saying that he would ask for a month off in the next semester to take part in art exams in various places.

And when Tian Jing pulled the suitcase to the train station, facing the bright sky, he saw Sheng Zhaoliang who was also ready to go.

"Did you forget? I want to study film too."

Sheng Zhaoliang didn't make any preparations. At first Tian Jing thought he was here to accompany the exam, but when he saw Sheng Zhaoliang's interview scene, he realized that Sheng Zhaoliang was different from himself and all other candidates who passed the exam through pre-examination training.

In the most important interview, the examiner gave a few phrases, and after drawing lots, he made up a story on the spot with the words on the lottery.Tian Jing's is stone, wind, and thief, and Sheng Zhaoliang's has only one word, drifting.

"I need your help later." Sheng Zhaoliang said to Tian Jing, "You don't have to do anything, just sit there."

Sheng Zhaoliang pointed to the lonely chair in front of the examiner. Every anxious student had to sit on it and use his shallow accumulation and understanding to deal with the seven examiners whose combined ages were several hundred years old.

Tian Jing nodded: "Okay."

When the half-hour preparation time was up, they took turns to take the test. Tian Jing used three words: stone, wind, and thief to tell a story about Monkey King.

In the 500th year when the Monkey King was trapped under Wuzhi Mountain, the monk Tang did not come. It was the wind that blew off the gold stickers. The Monkey King jumped out of the stone again and turned [-] somersaults in the sky. , but when he returned to Huaguo Mountain, the hozens had long since dispersed, the world was peaceful, and people enshrined the temples of the gods more prosperously than the court halls. When he returned to the Heavenly Palace, he didn't know who to show the trouble to. There was no monkey in this world to respect him as a great sage, and no one was willing to see him equal to the sky.The Monkey King returned to the foot of the cracked Wuzhi Mountain lonely, and saw Tang Sanzang who had come late. The monk was holding a gold letter to suppress him and was doing research. The Monkey King suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Tang Sanzang. My hand, shouting thief, stole my time for [-] years, and now I'm here to pay it back.Tang Sanzang thought that the monkey was really the owner of the talisman paper, but the benefactor shouted for a long time, but he couldn't get forgiveness, and was blackmailed, so he had to take the monkey west.

The examiner commented on the story well, and chatted with Tian Jing for a few more words, but Tian Jing was not good at chatting, and after telling the story, it seemed that he had entered a standby state and could not talk.The examiner called the next one.

Tian Jing turned around and exchanged a glance with Sheng Zhaoliang, and obediently sat down on the chair.

Sheng Zhaoliang said that he would perform the character "drift".

"This is a fire hydrant." Sheng Zhaoliang said, patted Tian Jing's shoulder with his hand, "I am a balloon."

Some students laughed and the atmosphere was relaxed.

"I was tied to the fire hydrant, and I couldn't float away." Sheng Zhaoliang said, holding Tian Jing's hand, crossing his fingers, Tian Jing was stunned, but always kept in mind that as long as he acted as an immovable fire hydrant That's good, he felt Sheng Zhaoliang clasping his fingers tightly, and couldn't help but squeeze back a little bit, trying to convey his strength.

Sheng Zhaoliang is very indifferent: "However, the person who tied me here has forgotten me. She may be a little girl who bought a balloon and dare not take it home, she may be a peddler who can't sell the last balloon, or she may be a dog who weighs too much. Light = A small animal that would be taken away by a balloon, had to tie me here, who knows, anyway, I was abandoned, I was leaking a little bit.”

After Sheng Zhaoliang said this, Tian Jing, who was a fire hydrant, became worried. He looked up at him, and Sheng Zhaoliang sat on the ground as if no one was there.

"I became a deflated balloon." Sheng Zhaoliang's tone revealed a little innocence, he tilted his head and leaned on Tian Jing's leg, "I am very sad for a useless piece of plastic."

Sheng Zhaoliang suddenly raised his face and looked at Tian Jing, Tian Jing was stunned by him, those eyes were indeed pure and straightforward, like a thing without life but with thinking, Tian Jing couldn't look away .

"I can't go anywhere in this world. The only thing related to me is this fire hydrant. I regard him as a friend, but he won't communicate with me. He is not like me. He has no dreams. He should be this There are more useless things in the world than me. Day after day and year after year, I prayed that someone would take me away, I prayed that someone would cut my thread and let me go with the wind. But all prayers are useless , During this process, I witnessed a fire, and saw people use a fire hydrant to connect the water pipes to put out the fire. It turned out that the fire hydrant was more useful than I thought. I regarded him as a friend who could not speak, until a group of people The child who was rescued from the fire came to the fire hydrant, tried to open him, and watched him show his bravery."

Sheng Zhaoliang stood up anxiously, speaking anxiously: "Of course they couldn't open the fire hydrant, so they had to smash it with stones and pry it with an iron bar, and the water column shot up into the sky, instantly dousing everyone passing by. Here's the ocean, and in the panic, someone broke my thread."

Sheng Zhaoliang let go of Tian Jing's hand, and stepped back step by step.

"I left the fire hydrant for the first time. I prayed countless times that I could float away with the wind, but this time, I drifted away with the open water."

"My friend who can't speak, set me free."

After Sheng Zhaoliang finished speaking, he bowed to the examiner.

The examiner applauded lightly.

That night, Tian Jing and Sheng Zhaoliang lived in the mixed dormitory of the youth hostel. Tian Jing slept on the upper bunk, and Sheng Zhaoliang slept on the lower bunk. The next bed was a blonde backpacker who was using a laptop to make video calls with his friends. Tian Jing couldn’t sleep. , stuck his head out to chat with Sheng Zhaoliang.

"I really didn't tell you that you would still be acting. To be honest, I'm still very excited."

Sheng Zhaoliang put one hand on his head, stretched out the other hand, poked his cheek, and said with a smile, "You also performed well today."

Tian Jing scratched his face in embarrassment: "I still think you are better. I was probably the one who got involved in that story, and I was very moved in the end."

"A fire hydrant is still in the play?"

Tian Jing wanted to say, not as a fire hydrant, but as a friend, but felt a little pretentious, so he chatted with Sheng Zhaoliang about other things.They chatted late that night, completely ignoring the etiquette of the mixed room. Tian Jing kept staring at Sheng Zhaoliang's slender, bony hands, and couldn't help but keep recalling the feeling of Sheng Zhaoliang holding his hand today, that kind of warmth, The feeling of being needed, in fact, at the moment when Sheng Zhaoliang’s performance left him, he really wanted to hook his fingers back to prevent Sheng Zhaoliang from leaving, but as a friend and as a role’s responsibility, he firmly remembered his own scope and dared not Play on the spot and dare not exceed the rules.

After falling asleep, he had a dream.

He dreamed of Sheng Zhaoliang's hand, gently stroking him, from the cheeks, neck, chest, all the way to shameful places, Sheng Zhaoliang's hand held him with the familiar strength that made him unforgettable He was extremely terrified in his dream, but he couldn't extricate himself.

He overstepped the bounds.

His transgression is the beginning of all collapse.