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The Qin Family Courtyard is a typical residence in the late Qing Dynasty. If you ignore the various photographic equipment and the intricate wire network, it still has a classic charm.

The more the prince wandered back and forth in the courtyard, he couldn't figure out Director Guo's thoughts.

In the scene just now, he thought he had contributed his best acting skills, but Guo Xuede was still dissatisfied, and even rejected the basic interpretation of "great joy to great sorrow".

From sadness to enlightenment?I really don't understand why.

The staff were all resting outside the courtyard. The ancient courtyard was as quiet as water for a while, and the branches of the pomegranate tree swayed from time to time, making the environment even more tranquil.

Under the empty porch, a reclining chair is placed alone in front of the pomegranate tree.

The prince walked over and put all his weight on the rocking chair.The rattan chair began to shake slowly, like a blue boat drifting along the water.

Looking at the decayed and withered pomegranate tree, his heart became more and more anxious.

— Am I not suitable for acting?

When the progress of the work was at a standstill, some negative thoughts came out.

No, I haven't tried it yet, how can I admit defeat first?

The more the prince cheers for himself, how can I protect Athena when I am so weak!

He closed his eyes, and the breeze gently brushed his cheeks, calming his impatience slightly.

The actor also gave advice, saying that he should think about the problem as the character himself.He simply put his mind to one side, anyway, Director Guo said, I am playing myself in everything I play, so let's go all the way to the dark!

Now it's not Qin Wenyuan who is going home, but my prince is going home.I suffered a lot of grievances and pains outside, and I returned to my hometown from overseas after going through 81, [-], and [-] hardships.At this moment, the door of my house is right in front of my eyes, how would I feel?

The prince closed his eyes more, calmed down, thought hard, and frowned tightly.

Why is it sad?Why do I feel sad when I go home?

What happened to Qin Wenyuan?

Prince Yue began to recall the first scene.

At that time, he argued with his uncle in the study.He said that I don't want your money, and I don't want you to be my uncle. I can support myself, and I just want to go abroad.

Where's uncle?

What did uncle say?

Uncle said you go, but you must go home.

and then?

Then, the Qin family held a splendid practice banquet for him. He sat beside his uncle and toasted each of the elders in the clan.At that time, how proud he was, full of endless enthusiasm and hope for the future.

Then again?

And then, he went home.

Years later, he came home covered in scars and a dead heart.

He is no longer young, has lost all enthusiasm for the future, and walks on the road of his hometown like a walking dead.

At that time, his mood would be...

--I see!

The prince sat up more abruptly, and the rocking chair creaked.

It turns out that Director Guo meant this!

The short rest time passed quickly, and the staff returned to their respective posts.

Guo Xuede asked the new actor: "Is this one okay?"

The prince nodded heavily, and couldn't wait to run to the starting point.

"ACTION."

The prince opened his eyes more and took firm steps.

The warm spring breeze blows catkins, and the peaceful and quiet town seems to be covered with fluffy white snow, just like a dream.

The young man walked slowly on the bluestone road, looking at the old houses and residents around him cautiously and awkwardly.

He has been away from here for a long time, so long that he has forgotten the appearance of his hometown.

However, once you walk on this moss-covered stone road, all the forgotten memories are instantly revived, as fresh as yesterday.

Everything is still so familiar, so familiar that it makes people's eyes warm.

As he walked, the young man slowly stopped and stood in the middle of the road in a daze.

Is everything the same as before?

He suddenly had some kind of illusion.

Perhaps, everything in the past was just a dream, and now I wake up from the dream.Time flies back to the past.

—Back to that time.

At that time, he didn't leave his hometown, didn't quarrel with his clansmen, and didn't take his luggage and never go back.

At that time, he was only a teenager, playing in the shade in the yard all day long.

At that time, the sun was slanting to the west and the moon was shining. He watched the ordinary days go by day by day, and he only had those innocent troubles that belonged to teenagers in his heart...

--I can not go back.

Clear tears overflowed from the young man's eyes, leaving faint water marks on his pale face.

I still remember the day when I left my hometown, it was getting dark early.Late winter is bitterly cold, and the breath turns into frost.He sat in the carriage leading to the pier, his young heart was fiery and tireless.

At that time, I had so many dreams.

I want to change myself, this family, and this world.I want to go far, far away, I want to laugh loudly, cry loudly, shout loudly, sing loudly...

And now, I am standing here for a long time.

The spring breeze is gentle and the grass and trees are fragrant.My hometown is as beautiful as an oil painting on a postcard.The world is so warm and full of infinite vitality.Spring goes and spring comes back, flowers wither and bloom again.

and I?

I am exhausted, all enthusiasm and hope have left me.

Once youth is gone, life is wasted.

—I can't go back.

I used to think that my life would burn like a firework.But now I understand that the world is so big, and the life of a mortal is so short.Fate is like a speeding wheel, ruthlessly running over the vast land.Each of us is just a splash of dust, small and ordinary.

--Can not go back.

He took heavy steps and walked slowly towards the gate of the Qin family.

The thick door was half-closed, Qin Wenyuan pushed the door open, forced the corners of his mouth up, and forced out a smile:

"Uncle, aunt, I'm back."

There was silence all around.

Qin Wenyuan closed the door and slowly walked into the courtyard.

"Housekeeper? Old Ding?"

"uncle?"

Still no one answered.

"What about people?"

Qin Wenyuan walked to the door of the wing room while talking to himself, "Where did everyone go?"

The old window lattices were covered with a thick layer of dust, Qin Wenyuan glanced into the room, and the messy debris was piled up on the empty Babu bed, as if no one had lived in it for a long time.

Qin Wenyuan walked around in the courtyard, returned to the door, and sat quietly on the threshold.

He stared blankly at the clear blue sky with no expression on his face.

After an unknown amount of time, a small town resident passed by the gate of the Qin family.

Qin Wenyuan managed to pull himself together, and raised his voice to stop him: "Hey, do you know where this family has gone?"

The man watched him for a long time before he vaguely recalled his name.

"Qin, Young Master Qin?"

He was surprised: "Are you still alive?"

"What did you say? Curse me to death?" Qin Wenyuan laughed and scolded him helplessly, then asked, "Where did they go?"

The man muttered: "If you die, if you run, there is no one in the Qin family..."

Only then did Qin Wenyuan's numb face fluctuate.

He stared blankly at the man: "What did you say?"

The man looked at him with pity: "Master Qin, you came back too late."

"What did you say?"

Qin Wenyuan stumbled over and grabbed the man's skirt with trembling hands.

"Who died? Who ran away again? Where did he go? Tell me!"

Those roars were like cuckoo crying blood, filled with great sorrow and despair, and the heavy emotion almost crushed people.

The man pushed him in panic and ran away in a hurry.

"Young master Qin is crazy too! This family really committed crimes."

crazy?

crazy……

Qin Wenyuan lay powerlessly on the ground, the endless blue sky almost blinding his eyes.

"Uncle, uncle..."

Qin Wenyuan called a few times hoarsely, struggling to stand up.

He returned to the Qin residence with vain footsteps, and walked into the lifeless and empty courtyard.

He walked through the corridors, wandering around like a lonely ghost: "I'm back, you wanted me to come back, and now I'm back. What about you? Where are you?"

"Uncle, come back quickly..."

Qin Wenyuan slowly knelt in the courtyard, covering his face with trembling hands.

The people and things in the compound, those old days, those joys, tears... all disappeared.Only the blue-gray dilapidated eaves corner silently watched a lonely wanderer without a single tear in his eyes.

"I can't walk anymore, and I don't have the energy to find you."

"Where have you been? Come back quickly."

"I can't walk, I really can't walk..."

A person's emotions are limited. When he suffers a huge blow for the first time, he will feel angry, remorse, and fear... But when fate rubs his soul mercilessly again and again, he will become painless No itching, ignorance.

At this time, he is no longer a human being with rich emotions, but a walking corpse with no heart...

After a while, Qin Wenyuan stood up unsteadily, with no expression on his face.

He began to walk aimlessly in the empty house, pacing and recalling the past.

As he walked, he came to his childhood bedroom, where there was an old carved wooden bed.

He pushed the door open and sat down on the edge of the bed.He gently stroked the dusty bed surface with his fingers, and he was extremely familiar with every line of the bed, as familiar as his own palm prints.

There was an uneven feeling from the fingertips, and memories came to mind bit by bit.

He remembered his childhood.

It was a peaceful afternoon, and he fell asleep peacefully in his crib.The kind nurse was lying beside him and slowly waving the cattail fan for him.

"Meow~meow~"

Mischievous playmates imitate the sound of wild cats outside the window, which is their signal.

When the nurse fell asleep soundly, he rolled over and got out of bed like a small animal, and ran out of the bedroom on tiptoe.

The friends in the courtyard disappeared, but the dignified and beautiful aunt who came from a great family stood in the corridor.She looked at him reproachfully, and carried him back to the bedroom without any explanation.

Uncle is sitting in a deck chair on the porch.

At that time, my uncle was still very young, and he would lazily rock the recliner like an old man all day long.He smiled and watched his little nephew resist desperately but was carried back to the bedroom by his wife.

He was humming an unknown little tune, which Qin Wenyuan heard every day when he was a child.

At this moment, that tune is ringing in my ears again, as if time has not passed by in a hurry, and the carefree days can last forever, forever...

Qin Wenyuan's ashen eyes lit up with a tinge of color.

They will be back.

Nurses, friends, aunts, uncles... they will all come back.

He thought of the dialect of Qinzhen, the warm spring, the hot summer, the golden autumn, the snowy winter... Spring will come again after it has gone, and the flowers will bloom again after they wither.

As long as I wait, he thought, they will come back.

I will always wait here.

Until my body turns into dust, until no one still remembers that such a family existed in the world, until our joys, sorrows, joys, and sorrows of life are all turned into a broken and yellowed genealogy, buried deep in the rotten and moldy lonely compound middle.

In the ups and downs of troubled times, life seems like Qingping who is wandering and helpless.

Fate is like a breeze, blowing us to an unknown distance.

Will we meet again?

No, the question is irrelevant.

The prince raised his head more and stared deeply at the sapphire sky.

He let go of all pain, and his soul was extremely relaxed and comfortable.

His clear eyes turned into a white crane.

The crane stretched its wings gracefully, uttered a cry, and flew straight into the nine heavens.It is so free and unrestrained, nothing in the world can bind it.

Fly, he thought, fly.

Fly out of this depressed and chaotic world, fly out of the trap woven by ruthless fate...

fly.

"CUT."

The monitor clearly reflected the youth's clean eyes, Guo Xuede looked at the close-up picture obsessively, and murmured: "This is the feeling..."

When Wang Ziyue returned to the director's chair, Si Bozhi asked him curiously: "What did you think of just now?"

"Hmm..." The prince smiled more embarrassedly, "I think I'm going to take off!"

Hearing this, Li Yi, the assistant director in costume, laughed and praised him: "You are very spiritual."

The rest of the crew also praised Wang Ziyue one after another. When everyone surrounded him and praised him, Wang Ziyue was a little shy, but also very proud and excited.

He finally figured out what it was that feeling of uneasiness and eagerness to move had been entrenched in his heart for the past two days.

He has made up his mind.

- I want to be an actor.

I want to be a good actor and make everyone amazed by my performance.

That's right, I want to be the actor!