After the white moonlight cuts the black

Lin Jun played here with Chu Qi for a few days, and soon returned to the city where he lives now.

This big star, who has never seen the beginning and the end of the dragon, chatted with Meng Huaiming and Yan Hui respectively, and I don't know what kind of measurement he has in his heart.

But he still chose to leave quietly without giving any comments.

The composition of his world is difficult to guess.

As Meng Huaiming lamented, the feasibility of fully understanding another individual is almost zero.

Because it takes countless energy and strength to penetrate the self, and very few actually complete it.

Meng Huaiming doesn't often make this kind of sighs about life, and once he sighs, it's endless.

Yan Hui didn't fall asleep that night, he was no longer the one telling the story, but became a qualified listener again.

I heard that Meng Huaiming's chicken soup was not delicious, but sincere.

At the bottom of the bowl of chicken soup, the last quarter moon hangs in midair.

What came into the room was light from nowhere, gentler than moonlight, colder than neon lights.

In the night when the breath of spring swept across the night, they kissed, tasted it, and shook their hearts.

Even the most intimate things have happened before, but this kiss is like stabbing the softest part of the chest, with the roughness polished by time and the smoothness washed by years, it sharpens the beating heart hard.

It seems to be folded in half, and then placed gently and solemnly.

The third part of Yan Hui's "Rongchun" was completed in half a month.

Meng Huaiming became the No.1 reader.

"When we first met..."

The third part, "The Edge", tells three stories about encounters.

The three stories are connected in series from the perspective of Luo Rou, a child in a mountainous area and a branch teacher, a same-sex roommate on a university campus, and a couple who are loving on the surface but resentful on the inside.

Construct the edge of the living area, the edge of the orientation, the hidden edge of the general public, and then extend the contradiction and opposition.

When the huge cloth was uncovered, the butterflies flapped their wings one after another.

The method of narration was no different from the previous two volumes. After Meng Huaiming finished reading it, he raised his eyes and unknowingly several hours had passed, and the typed manuscript in his hand had already changed from warm to cold.

He got up and walked to the balcony, where Yan Hui was leaning on a chair to bask in the sun.

The warm sunlight made him drowsy, so he wrapped himself in a blanket and curled up in the chair.

Meng Huaiming didn't go forward to cover his sunlight, nor did he intend to wake him up.

"Rongchun 3" is actually very different from the first and second parts. Although the technique is similar, it is different from the heavy tone in the previous article.

So this book is not so much the third part, but rather a side story, or a turning point.

Even though the unspeakable pain that had to be faced was still winding, it was not that desperate after all, and it was silent and hoarse.

Luo Rou, who was unemployed at home, was entrusted by a neighbor and his wife who were on a business trip, hoping that he could help strictly guard their rebellious son. With the sudden disappearance of the child, Luo Rou gradually revealed the truth that was suppressed under the cloth of happiness.

"People who walk on the edge, one side is light, the other side is darkness, facing the light means that the cliff is in danger, and they don't know when they will fall into the abyss. On the last day, I can also fall into its embrace."

At the end of the book, Luo Rou stands under the banyan tree and sees the teenagers hugging each other and crying.

It was a spring that he encountered in the crevice of the world after experiencing all kinds of pain and repeatedly wandering in winter.

This story reads completely cold, but there is warmth everywhere, but after the seemingly "happy reunion" ending, there is a chill again.

The road for same-sex couples is still difficult. In the end, they also failed to get the understanding of their families. The lecturer who helped them resigned and went to the countryside again.

The ending of "Rongchun 3" is extremely inconsistent with the standard of a good ending of "live happily".

The gears of time keep turning, and the carriage rolls forward without stopping and rolling because of the period.

But this is indeed a "not bad" ending.

Yan Hui woke up slowly, smelling the aroma of soup and water from the kitchen.

Rongchun's typed draft is on the small coffee table beside him, and a spring flower is spreading and blooming on the ink words of "first encounter".

When "Rongchun 3 Edge" was officially published, Meng Huaiming's script had been revised for the third time.

This may be the most difficult adaptation of all Yan Hui's books. The content involved is too sensitive. Although the plot is ups and downs, TV dramas with gloomy themes are not very popular with the audience.

No matter what kind of broadcast format is used, it is difficult to meet the demand of the box office, let alone the release may not be smooth.

"Actually, there is no need to be so pessimistic."

Qiao He said in the video: "In fact, there are no such serious restrictions on the subject matter, but the core of it is difficult to grasp. If you are only conveying pessimism, pain, and despair, no matter what form it is, there is no need to exist. .”

"But if you can't give a clear answer and are just moaning about nothing, I advise you to save money and donate to Hope Primary School."

"And I think if your cycle is normal, another IP work of Yanxun in the same period will collide with you. This one is really destined for you, but it's too early to be happy. The final result is that you may not be able to compete at the box office. Even if you shoot for nothing, they will still make money."

Qiao He never pays attention to tact and tact with Meng Huaiming, she needs to let him know the pros and cons.

Although there was indeed a joke of "you spend money to shoot and play" back then, she clearly knew the meaning of this film to the two of them.

She didn't want them to be dazzled by this passion, maybe this was Qiao He's style, not very pleasing, but better than insight and directness.

"I've considered that."

Meng Huaiming held the final draft in his hand, "Why can't many themes be broadcast? You said back then that fear is bipolar, and individual cases have become examples, so they need to be taken seriously. When we present a fact, the receiver is not equal. , which is the question of 'audience'."

Qiao He finally felt a little relieved: "It's rare for you to remember that audiences often don't feel the audience position they are in, and think that everyone should be the same as themselves, but that's not the case. For example, some people think that same-sex groups It should be popularized, so what method should be used? Who can take on this important task?"

"The older generation will be amazed that there is such a thing? It's an eye-opener."

"Married couples are horrified, what if my child becomes like this?"

"For the sake of box office, the director adds some vulgar old stalks, and homophobic and anti-homophobic groups will take them out of context and tarnish their reputation even more."

"That's why we advocate 'changing' the relationship line."

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. Why do you think that you can influence so many people's ideas with your own power?"

"As long as people who can understand understand it, it's fine. Isn't this the law I taught you?"

"I never thought of it that way."

Meng Huaiming replied, "The audience is very important, but I don't want to do it this time. I don't want to do it this time. I don't want to shoot any epoch-making milestones. I just shoot a meaningful story."

"Okay, you have the guts." Qiao He patted the table.

"Send me the script." Qiao He drank a glass of Coke, "I'll take a look."

Meng Huaiming sent the electronic draft of the script to Qiao He, and Yan Hui cleaned up the dishes. This was the result he expected, although it sounds cool and cool to make a movie for you.

But as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, Qiao He will not allow the works written by his disciples to become failures.

"What are you watching tonight?"

Yan Hui hugged a pillow and leaned on the sofa, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, Meng Huaiming put two pillows behind him, wrapped them in a blanket, Yan Hui used the remote control to flip through the movie list, Meng Huaiming's breath fell on his neck, and he shrank his head timidly, "Oh? What's wrong with you?"

"Forest Township." Meng Huaiming held his hand holding the remote control, "Shall we see Forest Township?"

Yan Hui was startled, and then silently searched for the name.

"Rongchun is very similar to Forest Township."

Meng Huaiming's pupils reflected a small deer stumbling, and popped out the logo cutely, Yan Hui laughed dumbly: "Why do you feel this way?"

"I don't know." Meng Huaiming shook his head, but asked, "Did Rongrong go back in the end?"

"...En." Yan Hui said: "The original ending was that he stayed in an unknown forest and named that forest 'Forest Township'."

Meng Huaiming rubbed his forehead with his temples, "This is very good."

In the viewing room with dim light, Yan Huixu grasped the brilliant light on the screen, "This story comes from Yan Ran."

He blinked slowly, the little deer pushed aside a clump of green bushes, and his watery eyes looked at the sky.

"Before I was ten years old, I was always sick for no reason. My parents were busy, and she was the one who took care of me. The neighbors said that my sister was very powerful..."

"Sometimes when she has a stuffy nose or a fever and can't sleep, she tells me stories. She likes reading and writing since she was a child. Her family doesn't notice her hobbies and talents. Children can't sit still, and neither can teachers. There are too few people who understand her and can really listen to her story."

Meng Huaiming listened to him quietly.

"I can't remember what happened to the deer, I just remember that I always pestered her and asked, how is the deer, how is the deer?"

Yan Hui sighed, "When I decided to write this forest fairy tale, I asked her again, what happened to the deer? She said she didn't remember it either."

"And on the day when she finally decided to give up writing in her third year of high school, she cried and called. That was the first time I knew that my sister could cry so fiercely. Like all female classmates, when she was hurt and sad, she could cry. Cry without hesitation."

Yan Hui didn't know how hard Yan Ran's senior year in high school was until very late.

Further studies and part-time jobs conflicted with each other, and her family cut off her source of tuition fees, under the guise that she should be independent.

In fact, he was only dissatisfied with Yanran's resistance to the marriage arrangement. His father thought that the girl's film would spill water sooner or later, and his mother felt that she could not help him share his worries.

"We tell children from poor families to learn to be financially independent, families with bad couples to get divorced as soon as possible, and employees with bad bosses to change jobs as soon as possible, stop losses in time, and seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. This is a natural instinct, but it is not so easy."

"It's not just a tap of the keyboard, a touch of the mouth, a person lives a lifetime, there are thousands of sensitive points, and he never knows when a point will burst out, and the mentality will collapse..."

"She told me that no one can judge other people's life. Yan Ran said that she admires those who can jump out, but if they can't, she won't think they are worthless."

"She obviously jumped out."

Yan Hui pressed his forehead, and Meng Huaiming hugged him tightly, letting him absorb his own body temperature.Yan Hui's mood swings did not last long.

Seeing him calm down, Meng Huaiming said softly, "I am very grateful to Yan Ran once."

"At that moment, she may not be able to control herself, or she may be pushed to the limit. She made a mistake, but we are not the ones to make a conclusion... Even if she really had evil intentions, fortunately, she didn't do it when you were young, or Kill you when it's hard."

"Many things are like this. Right or wrong, punishment and reward are no longer clear boundaries. Sometimes it is wrong to be human, and sometimes there is a reason for its existence. Morality should not be tied to morality, it must let moral freedom."

Meng Huaiming said slowly: "Let's open another bookstore for Yanran, she will like it."

Yan Hui was silent, and suddenly sat up straight.

"Wait, you said the bookstore..."

It was already dusk the next day when the two arrived at the former site of Lanting Yanran Bookstore.

Even Yan Hui himself felt incredible for his behavior.

He opened the door with trembling hands, dust came, tiny cobwebs on the bookshelf.

The sunset glow passes through the gray glass window and falls on the transparent glass on the bar counter.

Under the cup is a piece of paper folded in half.

Yan Hui could hardly stand still, Meng Huaiming supported him, and carefully unfolded the thin paper.

Yan Ran's handwriting was unexpectedly correct, it wasn't the scribbled lines in his imagination, it was just on the swivel chair Yan Hui was sitting on.

There was a person who was trembling and crying, but solemnly wrote this letter that had been agreed, but might never be read.

"...No matter who you are, please forgive the nonsense of a person who is about to go crazy, please accept my entrustment before the end of my life..."

"...I may have hated the injustice of fate, the original sin that did not belong to me, and the arrival of my younger brother, but when I hugged the little Ash Hui with a murderous intention, he opened his eyes. He closed his eyes, first to the left and then to the right, and then smiled at me—at that moment, I understood that this boy is my younger brother, not the object of my hatred."

"I can no longer excuse myself. They followed me, threatened me, and fabricated lies to deceive me, but the fact is that I did bring them to my own brother, and I didn't see through their purpose."

"And until the end, he was trying to protect me by locking me inside the house."

"Now that I am in debt and unable to repay it, I believe that I do not owe my parents. I die twice, the first death is life, and the second death is consciousness. I am arbitrarily advocating 'for his own good', making him suffer, and letting him give up on me. When I think of me, I am If you scold yourself for being blind, you won't be involved with me any more."

"...I don't know if it's right to do this, but that's my truest thought. I don't know if I'm still normal now, but there's nothing I can do about it. That's the only way... In the drawer are the credentials I kept and the sneak shots. Photos, I originally wanted to kill the fish, but now I don’t need them, let them witness my ridiculous and ridiculous life, I want to fight, but I die of madness.”

"My waking hours have become less and less. I have seen countless hallucinations and heard countless voices. I know this is my fault... I promised Ash Hui to leave a letter, and now I have done it."

"...Goodbye, I'm sorry."

The hot sun fell into the embrace of the horizon.

Yan Hui squatted on the ground, crying bitterly.

Meng Huaiming knelt down and patted his back.