The Last Shot [Entertainment]

"I'm not Lego." Tian Jing turned around with a relaxed expression, "Can you put it back together bit by bit?"

Sheng Zhaoliang froze there, his brows trembling, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"But Sheng Zhaoliang, maybe I'm really like a toy." Tian Jing tilted his head, his eyes are bright now, he never had such a sly look in the past, but now he seems to have mastered a certain kind of trick that can manipulate people's hearts Skill, Sheng Zhaoliang felt suffocated, and was hurt by his eyes.

"One of your countless toys, the place that attracts you may be that it will always stay close to you. It is more convenient. Even if you are a child who loves the new and dislikes the old, there will always be feelings for the toy that has been played for a long time. You Now I just still have feelings for me, just like you were soft-hearted to me at the beginning, Sheng Zhaoliang, you are more gentle than you imagined, but when you are much gentler, you become indecisive. In the past, you couldn't let go of Yu Su until you wanted to use me To the point of helping, now I can't let go of me, I have to tell you, I don't want to be the second Yusu."

"You're not." Sheng Zhaoliang tightened his grip on Tian Jing's shoulders, "You are incomparable to anyone, and it's not because I'm indecisive that I can't let you go, I'm... I have no intention of letting go at all." Sheng Zhaoliang stared at Tian Jing closely He hoped to see the non-aggressive but stubborn love from the past, but all he could see was his regretful face.

"Tian Jing, I love you." Sheng Zhaoliang said these words very seriously, "Do you still remember the balloon?"

Tian Jing's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't speak.

"During this period, I always dreamed about that exam. I leaned on your lap, you were very warm, and I could see you as soon as I looked up, very at ease, but I felt that you were becoming lighter and becoming in the story The balloon in front of me is getting farther and farther away from me, and I can hardly hold you." He said, and his fingers on Tian Jing's shoulder became tighter and tighter, "I don't know how you felt at that time. "

"Did you ever feel like you couldn't catch me?"

A defenseless teardrop rolled out of Tian Jing's eye socket, Tian Jing trembled, and pushed Sheng Zhaoliang away.

Sheng Zhaoliang looked at him for a while, and the insight that made Tian Jing fearful appeared in Sheng Zhaoliang's eyes again.

"I want you to know that what you felt in the past, I feel it now. I remember so many things, so many feelings that I have been aware of but ignored. I remember the first "Electric Arts" you asked me to borrow. It's the 124th issue. I remember you sitting at my front desk, lying down on the desk to sleep between classes, with a pinch of hair curled up from the collar. I remember the first time we took the exam for Z University. I still remember the steamed buns I bought with plum vegetables," he paused, "I still remember when you were sitting in the audience watching me play "The Count of Monte Cristo" in your junior year, those pair of eyes glistening with tears in the dark. Eyes, the best applause I've ever received in my life."

Tian Jing raised his head abruptly.

"Do you think you are hiding well? Tian Jing, every time you follow me, sneak into my classroom, watch my whole class from the back row, watch me play basketball in the crowd, and line up with your head down If you come to watch my play, I know it all, I know it all."

When Sheng Zhaoliang said this, there was no trace of arrogance, on the contrary, his voice choked up, as if he was holding his resentment and regret in his chest, as much helplessness in his disdain for Tian Jing, as much longing in his regret now.

"Actually...as long as you show up, I'll be watching you secretly."

I hope you can keep looking at me now too.

Sheng Zhaoliang swallowed this sentence, he let go of Tian Jing's shoulders, wanting to give Tian Jing some space, not to press too tightly.

"I love you, I don't know when it started, but I love you, I hope you give me one chance, just one time, I want to get your love back."

Tian Jing lowered his head and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand: "Stop talking."

"I will guard you. When are you willing to forgive me and when will you let me come back?"

"...What if I never forgive?"

Sheng Zhaohao seemed to sigh, like a tired breath, and like a slack to take a breath: "I was able to ask you for help in the past because I knew I had to break up with Yu Su, but now, Tian Jing, we know each other. It has been 11 years, from friend to lover, it took me 11 years to realize that you are indispensable, how many years do you think I am willing to wait for your forgiveness?"

Tian Jing didn't look up, but he was waiting for Sheng Zhaoliang to answer the question himself.

"As many years as you want."

Sheng Zhaoliang said in such a deep voice without any false feeling, Tian Jing knew that it was true.

He suddenly felt very sad.

Fate or fortune, retribution or evil fate, Tian Jing remembered these words.His heart is like a slow train, no matter how stubborn it is, it has been parked here for 11 years, if this is not its end, it will always move on, but now it starts to start again, and the station behind it is opposite it says--

Maybe I'm not your end, but I just found out that you are my only train.

If I go, will he be left alone?Will he taste the pain I have tasted?He was even ready to fall into this kind of pain for a long time.

But I still don't intend to go back.

Tian Jing straightened his expression, raised his head, and smiled lightly at Sheng Zhaoliang: "Sheng Zhaoliang, you also have today."

Sheng Zhaoliang looked at him with trembling eyes, but he didn't flinch.

"It's useless for many years, because I don't like you anymore. Once I like you, I think it's enough, enough. What kind of repair in this world can leave no trace? Even if there is, it's not the original me. I'm gone, so it's not me who you want to get back, so stop here, if you continue to pester me, then I can only go, my movie is about to start, are you going to force me to leave all this? If you If you still have some compassion for me, just let it go, at least I finally saw you regret it, I am very happy, I have no regrets."

"Tian Jing..."

"Get out, next time I see you, I'll call security."

Sheng Zhaoliang clenched his fists and endured it for a long time before saying, "Eat well, see you next time." After he finished speaking, he turned around to change his shoes, and when he was leaving, he looked back at Tian Jing again, just this one, he couldn't help it.

Tian Jing looked at him unpreparedly and turned towards him, like a beam of fire that brought disaster, and then he was kissed hotly, Tian Jing felt suffocation and pain, Sheng Zhaoliang didn't seem to be kissing him, but rather As if to kill him here.

"please."

He heard Sheng Zhaoliang tremblingly speaking in his ear, and at this moment Sheng Zhaoliang's fingers were stroking his face and neck fiercely, he was worried that this person would strangle him in the next second.

"Please don't leave me, Tian Jing."

"You don't want me."

Sheng Zhaoliang buried his face in his shoulders, and Tian Jing felt that his shoulders were getting wet soon.

"24 Nights" finally got a satisfactory investment, the script went through another two months of revisions, and it was launched on the day of Liqiu.

Tian Jing stood among a bunch of actors, his appearance was not inferior at all. The photographer in charge of publishing the announcement took a lot of photos of him. When he took them to write the manuscript, he realized that he was the director.

Under Tian Jing's insistence, this movie did not use big-name stars. Although the production company made it clear that they had great expectations and could afford actors with traffic and acting skills, Tian Jing still used several new actors, one of which was Rong Yu , playing a taciturn but decisive criminal policeman in the play, "24 Nights" can barely be regarded as a film with two male protagonists. The criminal policeman and the serial murderer are fighting wits, but the role of another actor playing the murderer is more important. .

When auditioning for the actor, Tian Jing originally intended for Rong Yu to play the murderer, but something happened and he changed it.

As for what happened, Tian Jing still finds it funny when he thinks about it.

Tian Jing auditioned for several actors in a row, feeling anxious, and couldn't memorize a bumbling line after trying it out, called a timeout, and ran to the toilet to solve it, but was blocked in the toilet by the words that he should leave long after the audition was over .

The scene at that time was like this -

Rong Yu put Tian Jing's wall on the wall with flowers and hung it next to Tian Jing's neck and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I want to ask the director for advice in private."

Tian Jing's face turned red, and he felt that his bladder was getting more and more swollen: "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

"Since you are in a hurry, you can do it here."

"It's really urgent."

"Understood, there is no preparation here, it will hurt a little, but please rest assured that my technique is very good."

Rong Yu withdrew his arms, watched Tian Jing unbutton his pants in a hurry, smiled, and was about to reach out, but was knocked away by Tian Jing's elbow. When the pain was so painful that tears were about to come out, he saw Tian Jing rushing to the urinal, accompanied by There was the sound of pattering water, and a long sigh of relief.

Tian Jing shook his hands, pulled up his trousers, and said to the stunned Rong Yu in the mirror while washing his hands: "Originally, you were supposed to play the first male role, but since you have good skills, let's play the second male role. More."

Tian Jing left Rong Yu, walked out of the bathroom with a smile on his face, recalling that his pun was well sold, at this time he caught a glimpse of his own reflection on the window - a confident and handsome man.

Honestly, not only did he really start over, but he has learned how to enjoy starting over.

Even a little addictive.