The Metamorphosis of Fanggoudan

"Who is it!" Gan Bo reacted quickly, jumped up from the ground, and looked at the dark gate vigilantly.

Cheng Yi blocked Duan Fang behind him and stood guard.

There was no light there, and the three of them stood in the low beam, and they couldn't see clearly, so they could only judge that it was probably a human figure.

Gan Bo gestured to Duanfang, telling him to stand behind Cheng Yi, while he approached carefully.

Bang, the iron door was knocked out.

"Hmm...what the hell is blocking me, what the hell..."

Before he walked in, he heard a muffled voice, which sounded like he was drunk.

Gan Bo stopped and looked, and saw a middle-aged man struggling with the iron lock on the door.

Not only was he competing, he was also talking to Tiesuo.

"Even you have to stop me, I have seen it through today, you bastard, stay away from me!"

It was obvious that he himself was stuck between the two doors, but he blamed the iron gate for not keeping him farther away.

Gan Bo twitched his eyebrows, thinking that he had encountered a drunk who trespassed.

Although the iron gate is locked, it can't close anything at all, but there has always been no one here.Because there are not only no lights here, but even if you come in, you will be caught by the small owner of the Shuangpi Dairy Shop and deducted money before driving out.

This street is so remote, I don't know how this middle-aged man with decent clothes found him.

At this time, Zhou Chengkong, who was a little bit drunk, also saw Gan Bo. He turned his head, squinted his eyes and suddenly smiled at Gan Bo.

"The young man is very handsome."

He didn't compete with the door anymore, he just got half of his body stuck between the iron door, pushed his glasses, and looked Gan Bo from head to toe.

"Tsk, you seem to have a good figure." He stroked his chin and praised again.

"Of course!" Gan Bo subconsciously felt complacent, and when he realized it, he almost wanted to hide with his hands folded around his chest.

Could this middle-aged man be a pervert?

At this time, Cheng Yi also came over, just in time to hear the man's words.He glanced at Gan Bo with a strange look in his eyes.

Gan Bo couldn't bear it even more, "Hey, why are you looking at me like this." These people were one by one, no wonder you haven't seen a handsome guy like him?

He pointed at that person and said to Cheng Yi, "I suspect he is a pervert." No one would look at someone like that without knowing each other before.

Cheng Yi thought for a while and said, "He was just being polite to you."

"I'm not being polite!" Gan Bo retorted, "He looks at me a little strangely."

"Maybe it's the reflection of the lens." Cheng Yi didn't see that look.

At this time, Zhou Chengkong laughed again when he saw him, happier than when he saw Gan Bo just now.

"What a seedling! The young handsome guy has a really good temperament." His eyes seemed to be glued to Cheng Yi's body, staring at him while muttering, "Broad shoulders, long legs, good lines... tsk tsk."

"..." Cheng Yi stiffened his neck and looked at Gan Bo, "Didn't you just say you were going to knock this pervert unconscious and throw it out? You can do it now."

Gan Bo was a little confused, "Hey, no, when did I say I was going to knock him out..."

How did he feel that he had never said such a cruel thing?But looking at Cheng Yi's determined eyes, Gan Bo felt that he might have really said it.

Maybe it was because he heard that he was going to be knocked out, the drunk man muttered.

"I'm not a pervert! I'm a director! A director! A great director!" He waved his fist and slammed into the air, like a madman, and the iron door clicked again.

Cheng Yi gave Gan Bo a look, "Look, don't you hurry up and do it?" '

But the man was blown by the cold wind, sobered up a little, he said: "You guys help me, pull me in."

"Why?" Gambo stood still with his hands crossed, staring at the man like a drunk wolf grandma.

"I, hiccup, I'm hiccup, a director. You are very talented, good-looking, and good at singing. I can provide you with resources... Hiccup, please pull me in hiccup first, and then hiccup can talk."

Listening to him constantly emphasizing that he is a director, Gan Bo was dubious.

"Why do you come here at night, a director?" This is not a commercial area, and this old city doesn't look like a place where so-called directors like to come, and he is still alone.

The man sighed heavily, with an expression on his face that you are too young to understand.

"Young man, don't be so wary. I came here because I was deeply touched by the song you sang..."

He said to Gan Bo: "You sang the song just now well. There are nameless battles everywhere, and the abyss is full of cannibal hands. Where is the salvation? They are all fucking bastards..."

It seems that he listened to Gan Bo's singing a lot outside just now, and he quite liked it.

Gan Bo, "There are no bad words in my lyrics." He is singing about himself and persistence. Why does this person only hear frustration and pain?

In the end, the three of them still pulled the middle-aged man in.

It seems that this old park is really magical. Zhou Chengkong, who is nearly forty years old, doesn’t know what to think. He really sat on the wooden horse in the old park with three underage children. After living for so many years, this experience is the first time.

"So you're really a director?"

After listening to what Zhou Chengkong said, the doubts in Gan Bo's eyes dissipated a lot.

"How do you want me to prove it?" Zhou Chengkong was also very helpless, "Do you want me to direct a play for you now?"

"Besides, what am I not trying to do to you? Why are you so afraid." With a stubble on his face, he pushed his glasses wordlessly.

Ganbo laughed twice, but said nothing.

If Cheng Yi hadn't told him that this man's watch was not something an ordinary liar would enjoy, he wouldn't have believed Zhou Chengkong.

Although he is a casting director, he also has to do other things in the crew. Over the years, he has traveled all over the world, and the stories he has heard and the situations he has experienced are all very attractive.

Maybe it was a snack that made the relationship closer. Zhou Chengkong felt that the kid Gan Bo not only wrote songs well, but also liked him very much.

"You plan to be a singer in the future, right?" He said, "I don't think there's anything wrong with you. Not only can you sing, but you can also write by yourself. The conditions are very good, and your appearance is also good."

As he analyzed, the more he felt that there was a feasible way out, "We are also destined, how about recommending someone in the industry after eating your meal?"

"No need." Gan Bo refused, "I'm not even a professional."

He is a sophomore in high school. Although he likes music, his father doesn't support it, so he usually finds teachers privately. Compared with those who started learning music since childhood, he is still far behind.

But Zhou Chengkong thought it was nothing, "Don't underestimate yourself, pretty boy, with your strength, there are many people who want to sign." Most people in this era look at their faces. She is a treasure, and there are many opportunities to become famous these days.

He persuaded: "You don't have to worry about it. I'm not opening the back door for you. Whether you can enter the industry or not depends on your own strength."

He really appreciates the boy Gampo. Don't look at him as a cynical and bad boy, but he can infect the audience when he sings seriously. What he wants to say, his feelings, and his thoughts are all integrated into the song , can affect people.

Hearing him sing, you will be sad, angry, relieved, and strong, which is not something any idol singer can do.In Zhou Chengkong's view, this ability to express emotions in singing is much more important than those fancy singing skills.

"I don't know much about music, but professional skills can be learned. Your infectious power is totally a gift from God."

This sentence moved Gampo, anyway, it was just a try, regardless of whether he could get results, anyway, he just tried his best.

"Thanks." He leaned on the wooden horse, very casually.

Zhou Chengkong used to be a screenwriter, and his old troubles broke out, so he started to observe Gan Bo's character design.

He said: "Your image is suitable for writing a campus idol drama script."

"You play the second male lead, and your brother plays the first male lead." Zhou Chengkong pushed his glasses and looked at Cheng Yi.

He asked, "Do you want to be an actor? You have the face of your first love, which is suitable for the role of the heroine's elusive object. Your face is paralyzed and cold, and you have a sense of distance."

Gan Bo stared at Cheng Yi, covered his mouth to hold back his laughter.

Cheng Yi, who was inexplicably fell in love for the first time, was a little speechless. He just checked and found that the few movies Zhou Chengkong mentioned just now did have his name, but they were too inconspicuous, not even as famous as a niche script he wrote when he was young.

Based on what he heard, although he didn't know how this person became a screenwriter to a casting director, Cheng Yi could infer that Zhou Chengkong must have faced some difficulties recently, and that difficulty was 80.00% It may be a more tangled choice.

What tangled choices can a middle-aged man of about 40 have?It's nothing more than a career or a family.

Cheng Yi observed his collar, cuffs and glasses, denying the family factor.

In his 40s, he is still a casting director. Whether he is unlucky or incompetent, I won't say much about it for the time being, but Zhou Chengkong obviously feels that he has no chance of getting ahead.

Cheng Yi made a judgment silently, and roughly understood Zhou Chengkong's entangled problem.

Zhou Chengkong touched his pocket, but remembered that he had already finished his cigarettes, and sighed melancholy. He looked at his fingers and smiled helplessly. He used to rely on pens for food, but now But it has become a matter of lip service.

Their business is quite realistic. Works are not only wealth, but also a business card. If there is no work that can afford to turn over, no one will look for him even if he is making a web drama.

Besides, no one asked him to make web dramas, but a few old friends from the past asked him if he was still writing scripts.

Of course he was writing. Back then, he learned screenwriting because he wanted to create his own story, but it changed slowly. He changed his career and stopped writing.

It's just that this year, because of a bad mood, I suddenly picked up the pen again.When he heard a friend ask him if he had a good script, his heart almost jumped out.

But after he was happy, he was depressed again.He has already passed the age of chasing dreams. If he goes back to work as an editor, he doesn't know if he can bear the pressure of changing careers for the second time.

He had no place to talk about these troubles, until he was talking nonsense in an old park with these three teenagers who had never met before, and he could vent his depression.

After listening to the confusion of the middle-aged man, the three teenagers each had their own opinions.

Gan Bo asked: "Since you like being a screenwriter yourself, what are you afraid of?"

Duan Fang said: "As long as your dream is worth your effort, that's fine."

Cheng Yi looked at his watch and said slowly, "Maybe you will still be a low-level casting director in ten years, but I'm sure I'm better off now than I am now."

"Hey!" Gan Bo glared at him, "Don't provoke Uncle Zhou like this, he's always been cowardly."

Zhou Chengkong was almost so angry that he stood up. The young man's words were ignorant and fearless, and he didn't know the struggle of a 40-year-old man at all.

He said: "You are still young, you don't understand how cruel society is, many things are not what you want to do."

At least he can still support his family by maintaining the status quo, and maybe after another seven or eight years, he will have a chance to make his mark, but when he returns to his original circle, he will not only face the ridicule of his peers, but also the pressure of life.What if the script he wrote doesn't work?What if it is not well-received or popular if it is filmed?Then there will be no second chances, will there?

"I'm already 40 years old. I'm no younger than you. You still have confidence." Zhou Chengkong was even more depressed when he said that he was resigned to his fate.

"You really can't even compare to my younger brother." Gan Bo despised him, "Even Duan Fang knows to work hard at such a young age, why don't you understand after living half your life?"

"He told me that life is too precious, you must not waste it in vain, and don't let yourself regret it when you get old!"

Gan Bo himself is a person who can give a lot to his hobbies. He doesn't like to take classes, but he is willing to learn various musical instruments. His grades are not good, but when he sings English songs, Cheng Yi can't make mistakes in his pronunciation.

"As long as you have a dream, even if you are 70 years old, you should try it." It's very pitiful to have a dream and not be able to chase it, but what's even more pitiful is not even having a dream.

Duan Fang was listening and almost applauded Gan Bo.

Seeing that Zhou Chengkong's eyes were shaken, he told him a word.

"Failure is not terrible, what is terrible is losing courage."

Zhou Chengkong raised his head and looked at Duanfang's big eyes. The jet-black eyes were very agile. When you looked into them, you felt like you were looking at a cosmic nebula.

He made Zhou Chengkong feel a little familiar.

Duan Fang was not afraid of him, so he just looked at him curiously. Before this man told a lot of strange stories, he seemed to know all the folk customs in the sky, blue sea and north, and the folk snacks in the streets and alleys, just like a humanoid computer, But it is much more interesting than computers.

Seeing that he did not hide or dodge, Zhou Chengkong felt more and more familiar with this child.