My idol has a unique style of painting

No matter how long the distance is, it will come to an end. In such a lingering time, the car drives even faster. It didn't take long to reach the fork in the road. Liu Wenqin and Gu Quqing said goodbye to each other for a long time, and only two of them were seen. The assistants all lamented the decline of the world, and then reluctantly left.

For most people, the next spring break is once a year. Some people have to visit relatives, some people can stay at home and relax, and some people still want to devote this time to their careers - Liu Wenqin is the last A sort of.

While chatting with Gu Qu who was staying at home with his mobile phone, he was thinking about the movie script that director Wei Yongyan had given him.

During the time of the film festival, Liu Wenqin and Wei Yongyan talked many times, and Director Wei had almost confirmed him, but he still refused to sign the contract.

Because although Liu Wenqin's image and temperament are suitable, he still can't embody an important characteristic of the protagonist Moran-the sense of despair.

There was not much time at that time, Wei Yongyan didn't go too deep, he just said to give Liu Wenqin a few more days to study the script carefully, and wait for him to audition when he comes to China.

So Liu Wenqin simply performed according to his own understanding, but when Siwei Yongyan came to Dragon City on the Lunar New Year's Day, he came to audition, but unexpectedly, he was kicked out by the other party.

"No, no, no! Mo Ran is a person full of despair towards the world, he was abandoned by the whole world! How could it be possible for you to read the script leisurely every day like you, and have a little girlfriend who can send text messages with a silly smile on his face? of!?"

"Vent! Vent all your dissatisfaction with the world! I can't be wrong, you must have been cynical and felt abandoned by the whole world! I don't care how painful you are, since you want to If you want to take this drama, you fucking have to remember everything for me!"

"I can see that you have a temperament that is incompatible with modern society. It has been formed over the years and cannot be simply discarded. Although you have tried hard to hide it, I can still feel it, because it has been It is engraved in your bones, coupled with your unique stubbornness of an art-obsessed person, these are the reasons why I like you. But even if you have these things in your bones, as long as you can't dig out this feeling, If you didn't show these things on the screen, you might as well not have them!"

"Speaking of which, you played a tramp in Lao Le's "Killing Yourself", right? I dug it out later and looked at it. Although I didn't have much acting skills, I felt very similar to Mo Ran. At that time, you were thinking what?"

After a series of fast-paced lessons and scolding, Director Wei made a final decision with a heartbroken face: "Go back and think about it, and I'll give you another week. If you still can't do it after these seven days, I can only change people." .”

After being seen off from Wei Yongyan's home, Liu Wenqin looked thoughtful, but instead followed him to negotiate. Ji Rui, who thought that the contract would be finalized this time, couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing such a big opportunity in front of him, but so close to death, it's almost like dying of anxiety!

After complaining a lot, Liu Wenqin still remained silent, Ji Rui turned his head in doubt, and seeing the other party's frowning expression, the turbulent waves in his heart suddenly calmed down.

To be honest, he didn't hold out much hope when he first signed Liu Wenqin.

Liu Wenqin didn't seem to have much interest in acting or being famous. Ji Rui thought this young master was just entering the circle for fun, but he didn't expect that he could really get to this point in a down-to-earth manner.

In the entertainment industry, if you are unknown today, you may be known to the whole country tomorrow; if you are popular today, you may be black and stink tomorrow.

Although fame is not absolute, it is still desperately pursued by most people because it brings the most benefits.

But acting is different.

Ji Rui watched Liu Wenqin step by step to the present, from being ignorant of acting to being able to change freely today, from a business-like attitude to studying characters without sleep and food. Although he has only been in the industry for less than two years, there is no doubt that he has already I fell in love with acting.

After reaching this conclusion, Ji Rui couldn't help but look at Liu Wenqin again: the other party was still immersed in his own thoughts, but Ji Rui found a trace of determination in his eyes.

This look made Ji Rui completely at ease: It seems that this time he doesn't need to worry about his manager.

No matter what the reason was, since she fell in love with her, Liu Wenqin would definitely try her best to seize this opportunity.

[The old man scolded me again, so angry.You need Junyi to kiss you to get rid of your anger.jpg]

[Uncle and aunt watched me too tightly, and still couldn't slip out (crying face)]

【How about the audition?If I’m busy, I won’t bother you first]

[Jun Yi Jun Yi Jun Yi Jun Yi!miss you】

Putting down the phone, the smile on Liu Wenqin's face gradually faded.

He leaned on the sofa, stared at the two guqins on the table in front of him, and sighed.

Now he seems to be able to understand a little bit, Gu Qu's feelings when he was admitted to a mental hospital in order to understand the character's thoughts.

It is precisely because they want to know the state of mind of the characters, to discover the hidden world in the script, and to bring the characters back to life, that the actors will try their best to get close to the lives of the characters and strive to obtain that sympathy.

He is attracted by the character and the story, so no matter what, he wants to get this role, even if he wants to assimilate with the character.

The slender fingers caressed the scorched marks on the body of the Huajian piano, and the sense of familiarity welled up in her heart again. Liu Wenqin frowned lightly, not intending to just focus on playing music and ignore this feeling as usual.

In the previous life, it was his master who pulled him out of the abyss, and in this life he had many good experiences. He has long forgotten what it is like to lose hope in everything in the world.

But there is no doubt that he did have that bad memory, but he didn't want to think about it again to protect himself.

It's different now, he has friends, a lover, and the determination not to sink because of memory, he can face the truth, and he is sure that he can use the past as a ladder to move forward.

Lightly picking the strings with the fingertips, as if touching a certain switch, the memory fragments buried deep in the brain began to loosen and gradually connect together.

When can a person's memory go back the earliest?

Liu Wenqin didn't know what other people were like, but he himself was six years old.

He only remembered that his life started with a chord, and going on, it was full of chaotic colors. Once he wanted to continue exploring, he would feel dizzy for a while.

Those memories are vague and unrecognizable, just like a painting that was disgusted by the painter because it didn't meet his intentions. The picture was blackened with thick ink, and it was crumpled up and thrown in the corner of memory waiting to be forgotten.

Liu Wenqin moved his ten fingers slightly, and began to play casually, but the strength of his hands was very gentle, not like playing the piano, but like gently brushing away the dust covering the surface of the piano.

The sound of strings is like water, slowly washing away the filth, and the ink fades away bit by bit, revealing the traces originally outlined in the painting.

A long time ago, he was neither Liu Wenqin nor Liuquan, but had a name that had long been lost in the dust of history.

In that year, the emperor of Dayue was very old and was unable to devote himself to the complicated political affairs, but he was still unwilling to abdicate to take care of his life.

Under the persuasion of the ministers, the emperor reluctantly delegated some affairs to the prince. At the same time, he was scrutinized and suspicious of everything.

In the midst of depression, the childless prince had a son in his middle age. As if he had found a treasure, he named him Junyi with the meaning of "being a gentleman and knowing etiquette".

Junyi, who grew up gradually, was smart and alert, not only loved by the prince, but even the old emperor loved the emperor's grandson very much.

As soon as Huangsun showed interest in strings, the emperor rewarded him with the Guqin Huajian treasured in the palace without saying a word, and invited Liu Yi, a famous qin master in the imperial city, to teach him the art of qin.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. As the emperor's suspicion became more and more serious, the overwhelmed prince got drunk at a party.There were only a few friends around him, so he couldn't help complaining to the emperor, and revealed the true meaning of the emperor's grandson's name.

It turned out that the princess had dreamed of a phoenix in her bosom before she conceived in October. After Lin'er was born, the prince was overjoyed and thought it was an auspicious omen that heralds the coming of the day when she would rule the world. , named Junyi for the emperor's grandson.

Unexpectedly, this disclosure caused disasters. When the news spread, the emperor was furious, and decided that the prince had evil intentions and plots, and he must be severely punished.

The panic-stricken prince began to seek a counterattack, which made the emperor even more furious, revealing the intention to kill his own flesh and blood.

Undercurrents surged in the imperial city, and forces changed frequently, and soon the prince was defeated and was confined in the mansion.

The crown prince lost power, and everyone was silent. Only Liu Yi, who was the court luthier, ran around pleading for mercy, but was imprisoned on the charge of colluding with the crown prince for treason.

Frustrated, the prince set fire to suicide, and rushed to Huangquan together with the whole house.

"Father?"

In the prince's mansion, the young Junyi struggled to hold the guqin, looking at the two people who loved him the most in the past in astonishment.

"Oh, slip of the tongue after drinking, slip of the tongue after drinking!"

"Mother concubine?"

"Go away! If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have given birth to you!"

"Where is the phoenix, what kind of benevolent beast is it? It is clearly a ferocious beast that brings disaster!"

The eyes of the two of them were full of hatred, and they no longer saw the joy of the past.

His admiring father and king threw him away, like waving away a disgusting fly, while his beloved mother and concubine only gave him a resentful look, turned and left without hesitation.

Junyi sat on the ground in a daze, watching their backs as they left, still holding Huajian tightly in his hands.

There were people coming and going outside the door, cries and shouts were heard endlessly, flames were raging all around, and the crackling sound of greedy gnawing tongues of fire continued.

Junyi felt that the world was eerily quiet.

The fire is getting stronger and stronger, and it won't be long before it spreads here.

Although there was not much he could comprehend in his little mind, he clearly felt the sheer disgust.

Phoenix?Calamity?beast?

The vague words kept circling in his mind, and he still couldn't figure out many things, but he could feel that the eyes of his father, queen, mother and concubine were like knives, piercing his heart fiercely.

The people I value most, wish I had never existed.

They all hoped that he would disappear as soon as possible.

The malice in the world is overwhelming him, and the temperature around him keeps rising, but he finds that his internal organs are slowly becoming cold, and the hollow feeling is like...

It's like there's nothing left.

The surroundings were suffocatingly hot, only the slightest coolness emanated from the piano.

Junyi hugged Huajian, and put her face on the piano, responding to the coldness in her heart, feeling waves of tiredness welling up in her heart.

The things in front of him were constantly being engulfed by flames, he slowly closed his eyes, and his thoughts gradually became chaotic.

At the moment when he lost consciousness, he seemed to have a dream, dreaming that a giant shadow glowing with light descended from the sky.

In a daze, the giant shadow seemed to be approaching him.

The giant shadow stopped beside him, and slowly lowered its head.

Just when Junyi thought he would be swallowed, his cheek was gently rubbed.

There is a very warm feeling coming from the side of the cheek, which is different from the heat of the flames, this temperature slightly penetrates into the heart, making people feel extremely peaceful.

He fell into a deep sleep.