But unwilling to see the scenery

In April, Ling'an City, Huayu Village.

Pei Xiaozhao looks like a nouveau riche born in the countryside, wearing sunglasses, holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth like a cigar, driving a Mercedes-Benz through the country's cement road trails, and finally stopped in front of an unattractive temple .

There are many temples in Ling'an City, ranging from the nationally famous Lingyin Temple to the small temples in villages, towns and mountains. Wherever there are people, there are incense sticks, and the sustenance and blessings of visitors are endless all day long.

But the place in front of Pei Xiaozhao is not a Buddhist temple in the traditional sense. He took off his sunglasses and vomited the dog's tail grass, and he didn't have the slightest enthusiasm to return home. He nodded and bowed and introduced to Yan Ruoyu who was sitting behind: " Boss, this is the Marshal Temple of your family tree hometown."

Yan Ruoyu, who was wearing an N95 mask, opened the car door and rushed out to breathe fresh air, panting with his hips on his hips as if suffocated, his eyebrows that had been frowned after getting in the car finally relaxed.

Then Jiang Nuo and Pei Xiaozhao also got out of the car, the two of them calmed down a lot, Yan Ruoyu was about to go to the temple, they didn't follow, but stood where they were.

Yan Ruoyu could only walk back, and asked Pei Xiaozhao suspiciously: "Why are you standing there, take the tribute from the trunk."

"You are the one who came to see the marshal." Pei Xiaozhao blinked aggrievedly, "Boss, according to the rules, you have to take these things to show sincerity."

Yan Ruoyu was stunned for a moment, walked to the trunk and looked at the familiar pig's head with eyes closed, forgetting to be serious, and reflexively said "I see".

Huayu Village is his ancestral home. This Marshal Temple is located between Huayu Village and five other villages. Please serve fruit and meat to the marshal to taste.

That's right, Master Marshal eats meat. In addition to the pig's head, there are cooked fish, shrimp and seafood on the plate. Yan Ruoyu feels that the taste is hard to describe, but the pig's head exuding a charming smell is the best tribute to Master Marshal.

"Let me get it, you can just lift the fruit." Jiang Nuo was still an actionist, about to pick up the big wooden plate of cooked food, Yan Ruoyu grabbed the sides of the plate one step ahead of him, and said considerately to Jiang Nuo: " The fruit is light, so leave the pig's head to me."

After finishing speaking, Yan Ruoyu put on gloves to prevent the water stains and grease from the edge of the wooden plate from sticking to his hands.The old man selling incense in the temple finally waited for the three of them to enter. The young man who took the lead was handsome. He was holding a fat pig's head with big ears and a tail in his mouth. He was very lucky.

Unlike regular Buddhist halls, there is no Daxiong Hall in the temples of Huayu Village, but a statue of the Marshal Lord instead.Yan Ruoyu put the pig's head on the wooden table in front of the statue, and gave Pei Xiaozhao the gloves that he took off, "I'll see you off."

Pei Xiaozhao treasured the LV glove that touched the pig's head into his pocket, and asked, "Boss, the trunk of that big G also smells like a pig's head, look..."

Yan Ruoyu glanced at Pei Xiaozhao expressionlessly, Pei Xiaozhao shut up obediently, and helped Jiang Nuo to arrange a plate of fruits, not only for Marshal, but also for Emperor Wenchang and Guanyin Bodhisattva upstairs.

Then they bought incense and oil candles, Yan Ruoyu could still accept the smell, and stood behind Pei Xiaozhao with Jiang Nuo, listening to his serious instructions.

Pei Xiaozhao went out of the temple gate, stood beside Yan Ruoyu and Jiang Nuo, cleared his throat, and said in a long voice: "You two listen to my command, bow to—heaven—earth—"

Standing side by side, Jiang Nuo and Yan Ruoyu held up incense sticks and looked at Pei Xiaozhao: "???"

Pei Xiaozhao wondered, "Why don't you two worship?"

Yan Ruoyu was even more puzzled: "The two of us came here to make the competition go smoothly, and we're not married."

"You have to pray to heaven and earth first if you ask for anything." Pei Xiaozhao kept in mind the process told him by the old man who couldn't accompany him on a temporary business trip, and explained it clearly and logically, "Look, this temple is square and square, and the gate of the temple is facing a big stage. There is an open air in the middle, so for this first worship, we must first seek good weather, peace and prosperity, and only when the rivers and seas of the motherland are clean, can we be successful in everything."

Yan Ruoyu, who has not worshiped Buddha seriously for 800 years: "..."

"...All right." Yan Ruoyu always felt awkward, but he and Jiang Nuo did the same, worshiping heaven and earth first, and then entering the temple to worship the marshal, hoping that the two will go well in the next month's competition.The marshal not only ate meat but also drank wine. After Yan Ruoyu filled the wine bottle in front of the statue, he wanted to carry the wine pot upstairs and pour it for other gods. Pei Xiaozhao hurriedly took it and put it back to the original place, saying that Emperor Wenchang and Like Guanyin Bodhisattva, he does not eat meat or drink alcohol.

The three of them went upstairs and offered fresh fruits in front of the Wenchang Emperor Statue.The Taoist god who is in charge of fame and fortune is the protagonist today. Yan Ruoyu burned the two people's competition certificates carefully after lighting the joss sticks. With so many people, it will be a year of the monkey for Lin Huai to be ranked first. He and Jiang Nuo found another way to ask Emperor Wenchang, and they will definitely be blessed with precision soon.

But Guanyin Bodhisattva still has to worship. After the worship, Pei Xiaozhao looked at the time and said that they had to wait a little longer before leaving, otherwise the gods would take away the tribute before they had finished eating, and the gods would be angry .

Yan Ruoyu has lived abroad for too long, and has no curiosity about the temple culture. He leans at the door and takes out his mobile phone to scan all kinds of messages. Minutes passed like that.

He re-entered the temple, and soon found Jiang Nuo in the side hall on the second floor. He was about to call out his name, but found that Jiang Nuo's attention was all on the mural in front of him.

Yan Ruoyu approached, stopped a few steps away from Jiang Nuo, and followed his gaze to the mottled and unpainted mural behind the Buddha statue.There are 33 incarnations of Avalokitesvara painted on it. The Bodhisattva, who is both male and female, sits on a rock holding a scroll for a while, steps on a monster with a dragon head for a while, has a flame circle behind him, and turns into Jiang Nuo looking back at himself. glance.

Yan Ruoyu's heart was inexplicably pulled, he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes vigorously, then opened it again, Jiang Nuo gradually became clear in the blurred vision, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's okay, there's sand in my eyes, it's okay." Yan Ruoyu said, retreating to lean on the railing, signaling Jiang Nuo to continue looking at the murals, and he would not disturb.

Jiang Nuo faintly felt strange, but couldn't tell where the strangeness was. He continued to observe the color scheme of the murals and was not as focused as before, so he suddenly turned his head like a surprise, and Yan Ruoyu was looking at him.

Jiang Nuo asked, "Why are you staring at me?"

Yan Ruoyu looked away guiltily and looked at the sky and the earth: "No, I was looking at the Bodhisattva, not you."

Jiang Nuo insisted: "Yes."

Yan Ruoyu was very quick: "No."

"Obviously."

"Obviously not."

"There is."

"Just not."

"It's just beautiful."

Yan Ruoyu couldn't keep up with his brain and fell into the pit: "I just don't—"

Jiang Nuo stopped talking, and pursed his lips, but he still didn't hold back, and was amused by Yan Ruoyu's stubbornness of saying the opposite.Yan Ruoyu refused to give up, racked his brains to save face, scratched his hair and hesitated: "I mean... I mean..."

He had a flash of inspiration: "I want to say that you are photogenic!" Then he stood in front of Jiang Nuo, squeezed his chin and looked at various angles, "I can see people very accurately. Many people are exquisite in photos, but they are very delicate in the camera. It’s hard to watch, but you are different, you have good bones and light skin, let’s take a look in real life... it’s fresh and dull, but it’s three-dimensional and doesn’t pick angles in the camera, and it’s parfait (perfect) no matter how you shoot it.”

Yan Ruoyu pinched both sides of Jiang Nuo's lips with his fingers, deliberately squeezed to make him pout, and impatiently suggested: "Sister, go and shoot the MV of "CitySounds"!"

Jiang Nuo, whose nostrils were facing Yan Ruoyu's sparkling eyes: "..."

"What is this all about..." Jiang Nuo moved Yan Ruoyu's hand away, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Just sign me up for the competition on your own initiative, and shoot the MV? Please forgive me, I won't debut again."

"I'm serious." Yan Ruoyu looked very serious, "You also said that the lyrics of this song are very good. Such a good lyrics deserves a good MV, which will attract more people to understand this song. "

Jiang Nuo shied away: "Then please find a professional and well-known actor, and don't bother me, big, young, master."

After speaking, he nonchalantly walked towards the stairs, but stopped after Yan Ruoyu mentioned the name.

Yan Ruoyu said: "Jiang Shan definitely hopes that your figure will appear in such a theme."

Jiang Nuo didn't turn around immediately after Yan Ruoyu's voice fell, but froze for a few seconds, slowly twisted his neck, his eyes were subtle.

"I see you now—"

"I'm especially good at empathizing now." Yan Ruoyu snapped up the words, asserting his words confidently, "Several rappers can have MVs, and Jiang Shan didn't have one when he was alive. If you can make one, Jiang Shan's soul in heaven will know. Happier."

Yan Ruoyu replaced Jiang Shan to make a decision for Jiang Nuo: "Tomorrow I will contact the director."

Jiang Nuo: "..."

Jiang Nuo was speechless and helpless, Yan Ruoyu thought he had agreed, pushed his shoulders and went downstairs, secretly proud that he was really smart, as long as Jiang Shan was moved out at the right time and occasion, Jiang Nuo could be arranged to be submissive Post clearly.

This song is a collaboration song between him and Lin Huai, and he must be asked for his opinion if they want to make an MV. Lin Huai has no reason to disagree, and he will give them the MV director by the way.

It was an old friend named Judah, a rapper who was at the same time as Liang Zhen, and the two had fought against each other in 8 miles underground.Later, Judah gradually transformed into behind-the-scenes, whether it is taking photos or MVs, they have a small reputation in the circle.

The Jewish studio is in Wenzhou, and there just happened to be a schedule recently, so Yan Ruoyu specially invited people to Ling'an City for efficiency.After listening to the song and reading the lyrics, the Jewish team quickly produced the first draft of the shot.

"CitySounds" is a slow-paced ballad song, the lyrics are almost lineal descriptions without discussion, and all emotions are covered in the urban scene depicted in the words and sentences.Therefore, in the Jewish conception, if it is not Yan Ruoyu and Lin Huai who are singers, but only Jiang Nuo, then they can assume that the camera is Jiang Nuo's eyes, what Jiang Nuo saw while sitting on the bus , What you hear when walking on the street, what you imagine when you look up at the starry sky in the city, are all sung in the lyrics.

This kind of shooting is not complicated, but it requires a lot of shots for editing, and the requirements for post-production are also high.Yan Ruoyu would accompany him at the beginning, standing next to the cameraman and gazing at Jiang Nuo on the small screen. His face was really not picky. The camera swept from bottom to top from the tip of his nose to the starry sky. He couldn’t see it in the light-polluted city. In the starry sky, dots of stars are imprinted in Jiang Nuo's eyes again.

If he is not busy, Yan Ruoyu really wants to stay in this small crew all the time, but Sha Kezhong and Neverland are about to launch a new summer limited joint name, and he needs to go back to the company to retreat with the designer.

This time they continue to use silk elements and improve them. The design concept on the shoe box is all in English. The translated meaning is: what you wear is not the past, but the future.

The design drawing is not the end point, they still need to proofread many times to adjust the details. After the finished product is satisfied, Yan Ruoyu didn't think to keep a pair for himself first, but brought a pair of Jiang Nuo's size back to Huxi Villa. Appeared in the MV to build momentum for subsequent releases.

He came quite early, before it was dark, and thought that Jiang Nuo was still outside filming the MV, but after turning his head to glance at him, he didn't run away, but continued to wait obediently in front of the bathroom in the living room.

Yan Ruoyu walked over, squatted beside Qianxi and rubbed the dog's head.Last night he dyed his hair red on a whim, the color was particularly prominent, he asked without any response: "Why, don't you recognize me?"

Chuxi looked at Yan Ruoyu very calmly, showing a bewildered smile, and howled like a wolf asking, don't you know that dogs are colorblind.

Yan Ruoyu couldn't understand the dog's language, so he continued to talk to himself: "It's because my shoes are hard to bite or my clothes are hard to tear, why don't you move?"

He was talking to the dog, the voice didn't need to be particularly loud, but the sound of the hairbrush, cups and cans coming from inside the door was very clear. With a breath, he immediately stood up and wagged his tail. Someone straightened up and knocked on the door: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Jiang Nuo's voice came from inside, sounding a little flustered.

"Do you need help?"

"No." Jiang Nuo quickly declined, but asked hesitantly, "Can you pass me the scissors?"

"Oh, I'll look for it." Yan Ruoyu took out a pair of red plastic scissors from the storage cabinet in the living room, went to the bathroom and knocked on the door again.Jiang Nuo unlocked the door and only stretched out one hand. Yan Ruoyu was about to place the scissors in his palm, but found a few inconspicuous thin red strangle marks on Jiang Nuo's white wrist.

"You—" Jiang Nuo reacted quickly, turned sideways, leaned against the edge of the sink, and was almost knocked down by Yan Ruoyu who pushed the door in.His other hand also had strangulation marks, but it wasn't the rope. The small LED copper wire light bulb that was roughly torn off the marble surface of the sink was the "culprit".

"I was scared to death," Jiang Nuo breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you in a hurry...to go to the bathroom?"

Yan Ruoyu shook his head, didn't speak, let alone blink.

This is not the first time he has seen Jiang Nuo like this. He is dressed plainly, with cold colors and loose styles. From a distance, he looks thin. When he gets closer, he finds that his shoulders are flat and the line connecting his neck is dry and soft. , The temperament and demeanor are superior to the celebrities under the spotlight.

But it was also the first time he saw Jiang Nuo like this, and he purposely wore color contact lenses with gray edges, which made the pair that were already dark and dark even deeper, like stars like the sea.There are traces of lipstick on the back of his hand. The camera is wearing makeup. The stylist must have put on makeup on him. After he came back, he wiped it with the back of his hand.

His clothes and trousers were damp, cold and cold, far less wet than his hair, and the copper wires emitting warm light wrapped around his forehead like a wreath, and entangled with the hair at the back of his head after Jiang Nuo's haphazard pulling .

"Jew said that it would be too monotonous to use all real images in the MV, so I wanted to shoot some futuristic cyberpunk-style shots, so..."

Jiang Nuo spread his hands helplessly, turned around, picked up the scissors and passed them behind him, and said softly to Yan Ruoyu in the mirror without any regrets:

"Help me cut my tangled hair."