Living depends on the opponent's life [Entertainment]

When Lin Yao came across Zhu Ming's confession to Director Jiang, he felt nothing in his heart, and even let out a sneer.

The comment section is crazy about him.

They all felt that Zhu Ming loved her deeply in their hearts, and their words were duplicity.

But only he knows how enthusiastic Zhuming is towards Director Jiang. If Zhuming chases stars, no star can stand up to it.

Candle Tea can almost recite the first two parts of Director Jiang's trilogy.

On the treadmill in the gym at home, Director Jiang's movies played the most.When he casually mentions a clip, he remembers the minutes and seconds, and can even play multiple roles by one person, restoring the entire clip excellently and amazingly.

During the promotion of "Saffron", once his topic overshadowed the enthusiasm of the movie, he would say in front of him: I hope Director Jiang will not be angry and don't blame me.

Hearing this made Lin Yao's ears callous.

"Saffron" will be released for ten days. If you contact his studio, you can go to the designated theater to watch it for free.

And the time he spared from his own concerts was also dedicated to the cinema.

I spent several days writing the small essay about my post-viewing impressions.Every time Lin Yao clicks on unread messages, he can see a long string of texts from him.

Comments on the story and director accounted for 80.00%, and only 20.00% commented on acting skills and post-production.

The only few words that praised him sounded particularly perfunctory.

As a rival for ten years, he understands Zhu Ming's mood very well.

I didn't have the opportunity to cooperate with the director I love so much, and the series of movies with the highest reputation and standard were also taken by the opponent first.Thinking in another way, if he was in Zhuming's position, he might not have the same mood.

Despite this, he still spared no effort to promote free movies and made no secret of his love.

He looked at the comments that laughed and said Zhu Ming loved the house and Wu, and shook his head helplessly.

Art and music are far better than so-called love for candle tea.

Even without him, Candle Tea can still find self-fulfillment in the spiritual world. He loves himself, competes with him, and has never even had anything to do with his artistic pursuits.

You don't understand him.

"Do I still have a schedule next year?"

Zhu Ming was leaning against the car window, flipping through the book, and suddenly raised her head to ask Jiang Xingpan.

Jiang Xingpan glanced at him with a tired look in the rearview mirror: "Don't read books in the car. There should be a schedule, and I will send you the next year's schedule another day. What's the matter?"

"I kind of...want to make a movie."

Jiang Xingpan rolled his eyes: "The state is back, or is it itching?"

In fact, Candle Tea was not in a good state throughout last year.

Yan Ling's death without warning hit him too hard. After writing songs for more than half a year, "Bad Knife" made him most satisfied, and the rest of his works were put at the bottom of the box.

The only movie made last year, due to some unspeakable reasons, has not been awarded the dragon label for a long time, and it is now released as a series in the lifetime.

All of this, including the injury, prompted him to temporarily put film and television aside, and while participating in Starfall to push his NL debut, he devoted himself to preparing for the [-]th anniversary new album "Qin Xiao" and the tour.

Now the sales of new albums are increasing in a way that exceeds expectations, the music variety shows have brought him and NL to new heights, and the tour is proceeding in an orderly manner... Has his restless heart turned to acting again?

Jiang Xingpan thought silently in his heart.

"It's really itchy, maybe it's because I've watched "Saffron" too many times these days."

Zhu Ming closed the hardcover book in her hand, leaned against the car window with her face turned sideways, and stared at the avenue beside the road outside the window.

In the summer breeze, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled through the gaps between the leaves, mottled on his side face.

Zhu Ming was a little absent-minded for a moment.

The end credits of "Saffron" is such a scene.

Lin Yao leaned on the driver's seat, held the steering wheel with one hand, and looked out of the car with his hands resting on his back.The sun shrouded his body thinly, as if the face full of dirt and wounds in the adventure was not so gray and distressed.

The hostess came running from a distance with her bag on her back, and stopped in front of his car panting.

With shyness and eagerness in his eyes: "Are you going to leave so soon? Are you going to stay for a while?"

He met those burning eyes, looked back, but quietly looked at the people outside the car from the rearview mirror, and pointed out: "If you stay for a long time, something will happen."

"Then can I go with you? When are you leaving?"

"Now."

At the end of the movie, the pointer on the dashboard quickly turned from 0 to high, accompanied by the roar of the engine, directly cut into the ending song.

He didn't say whether he brought the woman who was with him in the nearly three-hour movie, and survived life and death, but everyone thought that the heroine was sitting next to him.

Candle Tea watched it nine times, each time staring at Lin Yao at the end of the film, unable to move her eyes away.

His teacher Lin is like this both in and out of the play.

Sitting quietly, even if he is silent, makes people willing to follow him no matter where he goes.

Although Candle Tea did not praise Lin Yao's wonderful performance in "Safflower" in public, he was actually like a bright mirror in his heart.

Teacher Lin is really nice.

The 360-degree appearance without dead ends, the bones born for the big screen, and the deep drama in every subtle eye, all of which made him admire.

Needless to say, this drama can continue to crown his laurels.

If he hadn't been an idol, he could have entered a professional school and made his debut as an actor.Win the prize at a younger age and get soft.

But it is not important.

After all, the good thing about him is that he can do everything to the extreme, excellent, and perfect.

Candle Tea has a complicated heart.

Compared to the past when he only had a rivalry, he now has a bit more pride and pride in addition to the desire to win: he deserves to be his Lin Yao.

But the more proud he is, the desire from competing on the same stage waved at him invisibly——

Can I be like him?

Maybe I can do better than him?

After Jiang Xingpan heard this, the fat on his face twitched.

He said worriedly: "Although I don't really understand the feelings between you and your family, I sincerely hope that you two will have a long and happy relationship for a hundred years."

"What kind of trouble are you saying all of a sudden?"

"With the awkward mentality of the two of you, if something breaks out one day, it will definitely be a disaster in the circle."

"..."

Candle Tea: "You have the time to worry about these things, why don't you think about how to overtake the Mercedes-Benz in front? Lin Yao is still waiting for me."

"Just show off, you two won't get tired of it for long."

Jiang Xingpan gritted his back teeth, turned the steering wheel smoothly, and accelerated to drive forward.

What Jiang Xingpan said was right, the two of them could spend time together, only tonight was the only time they could count.

On the 12th day of the release of "Safflower", Lin Yao will join the group.

Just after finishing a tour in other provinces and cities, Candle Tea rushed home non-stop.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Lin Yao coming out of the kitchen with fragrant dishes: "It's not too late."

Candle Tea took off the guitar on her back, leaned against the wall, and said as she walked, "Thanks to Panpan's excellent driving skills, he is flexible and flexible within the constraints of the traffic law. If he were someone else, he would probably have to pay a ticket."

Walking in front of Lin Yao, he opened his mouth: "Ah——"

Lin Yao lowered his eyes: "What are you doing, have tooth decay?"

"Feed me a bite, I'm hungry." Zhu Ming blinked, acting like a baby.

Lin Yao: "Put the things down, wash your hands and eat by yourself." Why does it feel like you drank too much again?

Zhu Ming froze for a moment.

"...Ms. Lin, do you really have a little wild cat outside?"

Lin Yao, who was questioned again, expressed that he couldn't bear it at all, and bullied him, and Zhunzhu fell down.

Strong and aggressive.

While besieging the city and conquering the territory, he bites fiercely like punishment.

What little wild cat, aren't you wild enough?

It's been a long time since Zhu Ming has seen Lin Yao look so unkind.

There was a long-suppressed hostility mixed with obsession quietly pervading, he unconsciously raised his neck to bear the slight pain, and pressed against his throbbing chest in a short breath.

Let go of your hands.

"Boom-"

With a loud bang, the heavy hardcover book fell to the ground.

But no one stopped.

This sound made the two trembling at the same time embrace even tighter, wishing to tear each other apart.

It took a long time before we separated.

"Thanks to you, the dishes are getting cold." Lin Yao glanced at the table.

Zhuming leaned over and picked up the book on the ground: "You were the one who moved your mouth first."

"..." OK, blame him.

Lin Yao lightly pressed his lips with his fingertips, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork tenderloin with chopsticks, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Try it, go change your clothes and come down to eat."

When I came down, there were piles of tenderloin in my bowl.

Lin Yao was sitting at the dining table, flipping through the books he carried with him.

"Do you think you are so serious?" Lin Yao saw him sitting down, put down the book, and served him a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup, "Mr. Wu, you should know that you also wrote biographies for her. I am afraid that in the future, some people will have the confidence to hate those people." An out-of-the-ordinary actor."

Zhu Ming took a sip of the soup: "It's really pretty."

He paused for a moment, and then said, "Actually, I think the one on Wulingyuan is better than her script."

The editor's authority over the script is restricted by the employer, the director, and the actors, and they can even intervene in the later stage. What was originally intended to be expressed has lost a lot in the compromise and seesaw.

Moreover, some scripts serve the subject matter, and some scripts serve the needs, and there is a distance from the story I really want to tell from the very beginning.

"I can probably understand why she refused to sell the copyright to shoot." Zhu Ming carefully picked the tenderloin in the bowl.

Compared with fame and wealth, idealists like them who are literary and artistic, the word they are most afraid of is disappointment.

Lin Yao's eyes turned with his chopsticks, and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "The meat is all the same, what do you choose?"

Zhu Ming shook her hand and raised her eyes: "Choose the size. Eat small pieces first, and then eat bigger ones, and you will feel satisfied in your heart."

"..."

"That being said, Teacher Wu's screenwriting skills are already top-notch. Previous works have a strong academic atmosphere and a strong craftsmanship. These years, they are no longer bound by rules and regulations, and they are very spiritual."

"Listen to what you mean..."

"Yes, I want to cooperate with her."

Zhu Ming was blunt, and while speaking he glanced at Lin Yao again.

"Why are you always ahead of me in this respect? The director I want to work with, the screenwriter I want to work with, have all been preempted by you."

After all, what I made was a transformation decision, so how can it be fully blossomed like him, Lin Yao thought to himself.

But he didn't answer, he raised his eyelids and looked at Zhuming with great interest.

"That must be, after all, I even got ahead of you."

The author has something to say: Candle Tea: When did you join the group?

Lin Yao: Minger's plane, what's the matter?

Candle Tea: Go, hurry up...

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Babes, don't learn from them, that's not how to get ahead! ! !

The idiom dictionary interpretation shall prevail!

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Me: When I think about entering a long-distance relationship tomorrow, I feel that I can still write twenty chapters of daily life (roaring)

My brain and my hands: no you don't want to :)

感谢在2020-04-2223:57:02~2020-04-2323:49:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 piece of toast bread with marmalade;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 89 bottles of Ciwen Baby; 5 bottles of Thinking Sleepy; 2 bottles of Jiuyikouhuo and Lori;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!