818 The actor who was raised by my milk

Jiuxiandian Film City is the largest film and television base in the country.

This year's climate is abnormal, the urban area is hot in May, hailstorms in June, and long sleeves are worn in July. After a few days of normal in August, there is another miracle within a week.

In the early morning of Qixi Festival, the sky was torn apart along the north-south central axis, half light blue and half pink purple, the classic macaron color, it was a girl's heart certified by God.

In the evening, the two halves of the sky reversed, and the sunset glow was half blue and half orange red, but it also caught up with a few dry weather thunders, slashing left and right, driving the returning birds to the center, and arranging them in a crooked straight line.

The superstitious gene from the primitive ancestors was instantly activated.

From an eight-year-old girl to an 80-year-old aunt, the views on love of several generations are unified across generations. Everyone raised their fingers to the sky: Look!Magpie Bridge! !

Tanabata.

Magpie Bridge.

Jiuxian shop.

After a few rounds of hot search keywords, in just ten hours, this special Qixi Festival gave me a cult-like setting——

The couple who confessed their love today can be blessed by Grandpa Cowherd and Grandma Weaver Girl across time and space, and love each other from now on and grow old together.

Confession for 1 minute, standby for a lifetime.It can be said that it is a super value like jumping off a building.

The dog abuse relay race started from Weibo, and captured all major social platforms within 5 minutes. With Jiuxiandian as the center, dog food flavors from all over the world are rolling and fermenting, rich and mellow, and even a blond French lady with magpie wings Full arms, and call it oriental neo-gothic.

It seems that the whole world is in love, so single?

nonexistent.

The day before yesterday, Chi Ming had just finished filming from a busy and frenzied crew. Yesterday he read the script and stayed up all night. He fell asleep from early morning until dark. So far, he has not had a chance to eat macaron-flavored dog food.

If you just sleep until tomorrow, you may save a lot of trouble, but at eight o'clock in the evening, the uncles and aunts gathered in the square of the community on time, and danced the Jiamusi happy dance step aerobics.

The small square is semicircular, surrounded by huge French sycamores. The branches and leaves are like a natural loudspeaker device, sending the sound from Jiamusi to the No. [-] building opposite without code.

Chi Ming lives in Building 702, Room [-].

The original two-bedroom old house was converted into a large room by him, with [-] square meters serving as both a living room and a bedroom.

The [-]-meter super-large single bed is horizontal in the center of the room, standing still like a star, allowing all the little stars to revolve around it.

It's really turning.

All furniture in the house is on wheels.

Movable bookshelves, movable desks, movable flower pots... All of them can be changed in the room according to Chi Ming's needs.

For example, he read all night yesterday, and there were bookshelves beside his bed.

From "Alain Deno Talks about Film and Television Cultivation" with the prefix A to "Overcoming Acting" with the prefix Z, professional books are neatly placed on several shelves. A layman may be taken aback by this picture and mistakenly think that Chi Ming is a There are so many great actors, but insiders know that the more professional books they read, the more scumbag they will be.

Acting skills, apart from talent, rely not on knowledge but on tempering, it is a kind of metaphysics that can only be understood.

Chi Ming's entry into the industry was purely accidental. He has been around for almost ten years now and he really has no talent. He is the kind of old and newcomer who has passed away before being popular. He has acted in various low-cost romances since his debut. He is only 27 years old today. The type has been set, from the infatuated cannon fodder to the infatuated male third to the infatuated male second, he must love the heroine like a brainiac anyway, his lines are exaggerated and embarrassing.

The square dance downstairs became more and more vigorous. Although the curtains were drawn tightly, the sound of each movement was like an electric drill, directly drilling into the human skull.

Chi Ming woke up, but was lying on his back struggling, only his eyebrows were moving, and they wrinkled there to the beat of the music.

The square dance ended on time at 09:30, as long as you survived this time, Chi Ming won.

But just after nine o'clock, someone knocked on the door.

Although Chi Ming is an [-]th-tier actor, he is an actor at least, and he chooses his residence in a fairly secretive way. There are only a few people who can come to him directly at night.

He struggled to get up and opened the door, and sure enough, there was his agent Shen Danqing standing outside.

Shen Danqing is wearing a casual suit, which looks very businesslike at first glance, but the light blue dark pattern tie is a little loose, and the exposed long neck makes him not very serious, and the amber tie is shimmering on his chest , just to set off his eyes.

This pair of peach blossom eyes can be said to have an oriental charm, but the pupil color is not deep, light brown with reddish, like a glass of red wine, even if his face is expressionless, he can still seduce people invisibly.

In stark contrast to the well-dressed manager, Chi Ming only wore a hurdling vest, which was old and thin, and hung loosely on his body. He couldn't hold his height of 193 at all. Although it barely covered his belly button, he was very careless Expose the abdominal muscles and mermaid lines to the outside.

Not to mention that he has just woken up, his short hair is fucked into a chicken coop, his stubble has grown into a lawn, and the left side of his face still has creases from the pillow...

Shen Danqing deliberately looked into the room, staring at the poster beside the bed.

This poster is from the crew of "Xianyuan" that just wrapped up. Chi Ming plays the role of the second male lead. He is dressed in a green shirt and has a long body. His eyebrows are like swords and his eyes are like stars. Just a melancholy expression is perfect. It fits the character set of the script, abstinent and affectionate.

Shen Danqing withdrew his gaze and let out a faint smile.

Chi Ming: "Stop complaining, can you die?"

"Did I speak?"

"No, but you want to say how I deserve that poster when I sleep like a bird."

Shen Danqing walked into the room casually, and helped Chi Ming put back the books that had been misplaced, "I guess you haven't looked at your phone yet."

He didn't look at it.

There were a bunch of unread messages in WeChat, and Shen Danqing sent him a message around six o'clock: Go and see the trending searches.

Chi Ming finally caught up with this crazy dog-abusing Tanabata.

If you rank the most hateful festivals, then No.2 is Qixi Festival.

The first and third are 214 and 520 respectively.

Shen Danqing: "How is it? The dog food is very fresh and hot today. Are you going to die suddenly on the spot? Do you want me to call 120 in advance?"

"JB, can you die without saying a word."

"Pay attention to your image, no matter how small you are, you're still a star. Have you read the script? I think it's pretty good, it's suitable for you. If you don't mind, I'll help you decide."

"I have opinions, I don't like acting, change to another one, anything is fine, no emotional drama."

"The screenwriter said that when writing the character, I will use you as the prototype. You finish the filming well, and when her next play comes out, I'm [-]% sure that you will get the male lead."

"Quickly pull it down, whoever loves to act, whoever acts, I want to transform."

"Transformation? You made an infatuated and unrepentant character, and now you say you want to transform? How? Can I ask the paparazzi to take a sneak shot of you? Ten times a day and a night? Guaranteed that tomorrow there will be a rich woman grabbing the bag you."

Of course Chi Ming knew that it would be difficult for him to make a transition, so he picked up the script irritably, memorized a random passage, changed the name of the heroine, and said to Shen Danqing, "Danqing, when you are here, you are the sunshine and air, and when you are not, the sunshine is the air." The air is you, promise me, won’t you leave again?”

"Very well, I'm almost tempted."

"Stop complaining, will you die?"

Chi Ming is a self-aware drama scum, he knows very well what kind of style he is when he reads this kind of lines, and now there is no costume background blessing, it is already a miracle that Shen Danqing was not stunned by him on the spot.

"According to the company's position for you, you will still be acting like this in the next few years. Mr. Zheng has hinted to me, don't take you too seriously, fall in love if you have the opportunity, and gain experience... Do you understand?"

It's okay to complain about other things, but when it comes to this topic, it's really a one-sentence conversation.

It happened to be the Qixi Festival of dog abuse.

Chi Ming didn't want to talk, so he took out the beer and poured it down.

He couldn't drink enough, and the chatterbox was quickly punctured by alcohol.

"Shen Danqing, do you think I don't want to find someone? I make a wish every year on my birthday, what do you think I have made?"

"Of course it's about improving your acting skills."

"Do you believe in fate?"

Chi Ming opened up early in terms of emotion. In the third grade, he learned to confess to the school grass. As a result, the next day, the school grass took his friends to get fat.

The fifth grade had a crush on the boy at the same table, and stuffed the small love letter into the hole of his desk, but the tablemate thought the love letter was written by the girl in the front row.

In the second year of junior high school, I was dating someone online, and even wrote letters, thinking that the opposite was a tall and long-legged little brother, but in the end, Mian Ji actually met a two-dimensional loli.

The closest time I got out of the singles was before the college entrance examination. The tall, leggy, fair-skinned and beautiful little brother gently held his hand and told him that he was going to be admitted to the Drama Academy. At the same school, but the younger brother dumped him on the first day of school.

The reason is a sentence without beginning and end: The person you are looking for is not me.

Chi Ming poured half a carful of bitter water with alcohol, and finally grabbed Shen Danqing's shirt sleeve to seek comfort, "I'm so poisonous, did I destroy a galaxy in my previous life?"

Shen Danqing smiled meaningfully, looked down at the time and said: "This possibility is not ruled out, so, I know a fortune teller, I can take you there to have a look."

Chi Ming, a good socialist young man, has never believed in strange powers and gods, but Qixi Festival is originally a festival of strange powers and gods.

Out of nowhere, he and Shen Danqing went to meet an old Taoist.

Under the big locust tree, the old man shook his cattail fan to enjoy the shade, grabbed a handful of shredded tobacco, and tapped his pipe on the ground.

The painting style of this pipe is a bit inconsistent, with lacquer and gold, and the four-dimensional mythical beasts are drawn.

"Young man, your fate is unusual. You are born without a marriage line, that is to say, Yuelao's marriage does not have you, and the red line of marriage does not have you..."

"However, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can meet each other. It can be seen that fate is as important as hard work and luck. Young people, look at today's Qixi Festival, and a magpie bridge is not seen once in a hundred years. Young people, even the Milky Way of the king of heaven and Lao Tzu can cross it, so you can't give it to me." Do you have a relationship?"

"So young man, you should raise more birds. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can meet each other because the Weaver Girl not only knows how to weave, but also raises birds. He raises those magpies by himself. My life is up to me, young man, you have to learn Learning Weaver Girl..."

"If you want to change your fate, you must not miss this once-in-a-century opportunity..."

Chi Ming really wanted to report feudal superstition to Yaoyao Ling, but for some reason, he took Shen Danqing's car and went to Huajie Night Market.

Today is the holiday, at eleven o'clock, the young lovers are still wandering around the night market all night.

In the rain, they held the same umbrella, held the same bowl, ate fried quail eggs from the same bird's nest on the same bamboo stick, and rubbed the same chili sauce on their faces.

Boring and boring.

But Chi Ming also wanted to be so boring, so boring.

It is said that folk remedies can cure serious illnesses, maybe he can really raise a bird...

There is always a dream, what if it comes true?

The pet area closed early, the street was half dark, and occasionally young couples could be seen squatting in front of the fish shop to fish for goldfish.

The boss said that if they can catch the same fish, they will be devoted to each other.

Full of superstitions.

Chi Ming walked a few steps faster to the door of the bird shop, hoping that the power of superstition would also bless him.

This is a fancy pet bird store.

Birds of various colors are painted on the walls.

When Chi Ming entered the shop, the adult birds were far away in cages, probably already asleep, and the group was as quiet as chickens.

The insulated wooden boxes for chicks are embedded in a row on the wall, and each box has built-in lighting, like a beauty pageant, exposing every detail of the chicks.

Chi Ming discovered for the first time that a bright and beautiful creature like a bird actually ate lotus root like this when he was a child.

In order to make the chicks more affectionate, the bird merchants will take them out of the nest early and artificially feed them.

Most of these chicks have just reached the full moon, with only sparse lanugo and hedgehog-like quills on their bodies, and they look like alopecia areata at first glance.

Not as cute as the chicks at the school gate.

Chi Ming looked around, and besides the bald spots all over his eyes, there was actually one that was completely bald.

Not a single quill protruded from the light yellow fledgling's body, and its whole body was as smooth as a white chicken, with only a handful of abrupt and slender lanugo on the top of its head. It was dull in color but stood stubbornly upright, with a bit of a murderous temperament.

Every time Chiming passed by, the little bald chicks would open their mouths wide to beg for food from him, but the Shamat bald chicken was different. No matter how many times Chiming passed in front of the incubator, it was very proud. Follow Chi Ming with your eyes.

Chi Ming stopped to look at it carefully, and found that it was not of the same species as other chicks. Its legs were unusually short. The whole bird could not tell whether it was squatting or standing. Its wings were spread out slightly and tipped to the ground, as if trying to balance itself in a pile of sawdust.

Is this bald man in concave shape?

Think you can stand out like this?

Sorry, Dad doesn't like drama.

Chi Ming stretched his hand towards the incubator of Shamate's bald chicken, but turned halfway, opened the next box, grabbed a budgerigar with almost full feathers and held it in his palm.

"How do you sell this?"

"Oh, sorry, it's only decided by someone."

Chi Ming didn't care, and changed to another blue monk, "Then this one."

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's also booked."

Isn't it such a coincidence?

Chi Ming had a vague premonition, but he didn't believe in evil, and asked the whole store.

The boss asked and answered patiently: "It's fixed, it's fixed, it's fixed...You have such a good eye, all the milk chickens you like are ordered."

Very good, not to mention whether the old Taoist is talking nonsense, he himself is a lonely person who is afraid to fuck for the rest of his life, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to buy a bald parrot.

Chi Ming turned around and wanted to leave, but the boss grabbed him and said, "Don't worry, here is a cockatiel that just hatched today, and it hasn't been ordered by other customers. If you like it, you can bring it cheaper." Let's go back!"

Chi Ming pointed at Shamat's bald chicken: "Is that the one?"

"Yes, yes, you see that you and it are really destined!"

Yes, fate.

The whole store has asked about it, and there are owners for other birds, but no one is willing to take this one, so it's really fate.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Shen Danqing said for Chi Ming: "Just this one, it's Qixi's birthday."

Chi Ming: "Forget it, it's too ugly, let's find another one."

Shen Danqing had a weird expression, and seemed to be unable to help laughing, "Let me remind you, Liu Banxian can say that he must raise a bird on Qixi Festival, and there are only 3 minutes left before twelve o'clock. If you don't buy it, If you miss the Magpie Bridge, aren't you afraid of being alone forever?"

In this sentence, the accent falls on Magpie Bridge.

The owner of the bird shop also echoed, magpie bridge magpie bridge.

Chi Ming: "Can you die without saying a word?"

Peach Blossom eyes narrowed into a line, "Two more minutes."

Looking back afterwards, Chi Ming really felt that he might have drank fake wine and taken fake medicine, otherwise how could he believe the nonsense about raising birds and building magpie bridges?

But at that time, he just paid the money with the attitude of giving it a try, opened the door of the box, and took out the bald bird that was said to be able to help him find a partner.

As soon as the little thing was in his hands, the little lanugo on the top of its head trembled slightly, as if a little... Excited?

Then, without warning, it grabbed the soft flesh of Chi Ming's palm and gave it a hard bite.

"Fuck!"

Bitten.

And it's broken!

The author has something to say: The goal is to run streaking until the end of the day!

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