My idol has a unique style of painting

Midsummer is approaching step by step, and the temperature is rising little by little. Liu Wenqin and Gu Qu's filming work has become busy at the same time. gift giving game.

In fact, the little love between the two of them secretly became more and more frequent as the enthusiasm accumulated. Between you and me, it seemed that even the longing for the two places became less difficult.

It was a sunny day in Los Angeles, M country.

"Boss, it was sent to you by your family again."

Ah Zhi handed the package to Gu Qu with a haggard face.During this period of time, he almost vomited from eating dog food, but his boss always likes to show affection in front of his face-it's hard to see!It was definitely to get revenge for taking photos of Liu Wenqin and Li Shilu!

"Hmph, I don't know what it will be this time?"

Gu Qu opened it on the spot without hesitation, and found that there was a CD inside this time.

He immediately understood, quickly opened the notebook on the table, loaded the CD into it, and clicked the play button.

After a while, the lingering and pathetic sound of the piano swayed faintly, like a red line that captivated people's hearts, and the deep affection contained in it made the audience feel hot.

Gu Qu, who was completely too lazy to cover up in front of his assistant, covered his hot face, and murmured as if wandering away:

"He said he missed me..."

Ah Zhi can't wait to poke his ears first and then insert his eyes:

"Boss, I'm still here, can you pay attention? If you two continue to be so tired, I think I will completely lose interest in things like gossip, gossip, and love in the future..."

Gu Qu seemed to have never heard of it: "What should I give him next time?"

"Why don't you just order a guqin-style TT and send it over!"

"That's a good idea!"

The key points that should not be grasped can always be grasped very accurately. Azhi watched Gu Qu record the Guqin TT with a dark face, and then the other party continued to hold his face and meditate:

"But is this too much? I can only see that if you can't eat it, it's not good for your body..."

I really can't listen anymore... Ah Zhi turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly heard Gu Qu shouting behind him:

"I know what to do!"

He turned his head subconsciously, and saw his boss holding a calendar in his hand, his eyes sparkling.

Damn, I'm going blind... Ah Zhi silently turned around: Let's get out obediently according to the original plan.

When the sun is shining brightly in Los Angeles, at the same time it is always night in Dragon City.

Liu Wenqin sat quietly in the study room, the lights in the room were not turned on, and everything around her was in darkness.

If someone came in and turned on the light at this time, the visitor would be startled by his pale face and pale lips.

He was meditating with his eyes closed, his complicated thoughts fluttering like flying insects in his head.

At present, the filming of the film is coming to an end. As long as the filming of Mo Ran's last empty concert is finished, the plot of the absurd world is basically over, and then it will return to the normal plot of reality.

But at this time, the progress was inexplicably stuck in a dead end.

The word inexplicable was used because neither the director nor Liu Wenqin could find the specific reason.

After exploring the singer's heart through the song, Liu Wenqin's interpretation of Mo Ran was exactly what Wei Yongyan wanted.

And Liu Wenqin himself can feel it when he sings, the emotions he grasps are indeed in line with the mood of the original singer when he wrote.

Even so, whenever he maintained such a state of mind to perform the last concert, the camera always showed an inexplicable sense of dissonance, as if he had put a character into a world that did not belong to him. Not only can't reflect the original effect, but it makes people feel awkward.

Sitting behind the camera, Wei Yongyan looked at the camera and sighed. He couldn't find the words to swear, because no matter how many times he tried, the result was the same, which was frustrating.

It is not an option to keep reshooting like this, Wei Yongyan finally decided to give Liu Wenqin a few days off, let him go back and think about what the problem is.

Today is the third day of Liu Wenqin's vacation.

Uncharacteristically, for the past three days, he neither played the piano nor contacted Gu Qu, and hardly even ate or slept. He just imitated Mo Ran's state of mind over and over again.

What kind of person is Mo Ran, what kind of world does he live in, and what exactly does he want to do?

He forced himself into the scene, forced himself into a state of indifference, all the messy things poured into his mind, entangled and squeezed in it as if it was about to explode.

This chaos hides what Liu Wenqin wants.

The scattered inspirations are like shells buried in the sand. After being picked up one by one, Mo Ran's world is constructed bit by bit in his mind.

However, suddenly the waves hit, and the structured world began to crumble.

Liu Wenqin sighed: Excessive fatigue made his thinking slow down, and the pessimistic world of frequently substituting characters made his mood gradually depressed.

The calmness in my heart was replaced by turbulent black waves, and the sky was full of white light, so monotonous that it seemed that there were only two colors left in the world, black and white.

Liu Wenqin opened her eyes and held her dizzy forehead.

He knew what he was doing, but only in this way could he touch Mo Ran's heart more accurately.

He stretched out his hand to caress the earring on his left ear again, and after feeling the warm touch under his hand, his smile flashed away.

Moreover, as long as there is that glimmer of light, he will never fall into darkness again.

This sense of security made him loosen the shackles even more. He put down his hands, closed his eyes again, and completely integrated his thoughts into that absurd and hopeless world.

He saw himself standing in an empty arena, the lights were bright, but there was silence all around, and the despair that accompanied the silence was like vines tightly entangled his feet.

The flames began to burn, biting his body mercilessly, and in the process, he felt as if wings were gradually growing from behind him.

He opened his arms, as if to embrace the gale, and at the same time felt that his soul was ascending to heaven.

Looking up, the dazzling light of the ceiling lights condensed into the shape of a huge sphere, like an artificial sun, and the heat was enough to burn him into ashes.

But every time he stretched out his hand and was about to touch the sun, he felt a sudden sense of falling.

He was full of resignation and tried tirelessly.

After repeated attempts failed, he gradually realized.

Moran is not Phoenix, he is Icarus.

He does not have gorgeous and firm wings, but only fragile wings made of wax and feathers.

So he is doomed not to be bathed in fire, but to be melted by the sun.

"Director Wei, Mo Ran made his own choice. He chose to drown in his dream."

The sudden words made Wei Yongyan turn his head in surprise. Seeing the haggard face of the other party, he was even more surprised: "What's the matter with you? Didn't you give you a vacation and let you go to retreat? You put yourself The state is so bad, do you still want to continue filming?"

Liu Wenqin's face was pale, and she looked at him stubbornly:

"Director Wei, the ending of the script must be changed."

"Are you kidding me?" Hearing that defender Yongyan was a little unhappy, "Does the script say it should be able to be changed?"

"Are you the director or the screenwriter?"

"With this free time, have you figured out your role yet?"

A series of rhetorical questions sprang out of his mouth, and after Wei Yongyan straightened his back, intending to scold him to relieve his depression during this period, his words stopped abruptly.

Because Liu Wenqin's expression suddenly changed.

At this moment, it seemed to be attached to him indifferently.

His dark eyeballs contained too many emotions, so complex that one feared they would burst, and then the storm gradually disappeared, shifting to the calm in the eyes of the typhoon.

His lips moved, and he said slowly and persistently:

"I want to die."

Everything in the absurd world is Mo Ran's fantasy, or the life after the bifurcation point.

And the absurd world is like a mirror, clearly reflecting the irrationality in reality.

Mo Ran himself in that world represents his unrealized dream, so after his dreams were shattered and his fantasy died, he in reality also recognized the reality and lived an ordinary life with peace of mind.

This was originally the ending carefully designed by the director for the singer who was not understood by most people because he was out of time, and finally chose to extricate himself tragically. He hoped that after experiencing glory and suffering, he could let go of everything and continue to live with hope.

However, things did not go as he wished, the script got out of control, and Mo Ran, who was born after accepting the singer's personality, began to riot. He seemed to have developed his own will and refused to accept the ending.

After much deliberation, the most satisfactory ending is still to let him die.

He would rather die completely than live without his soul.

Liu Wenqin, who played Mo Ran, felt his persistence, so he told Wei Yongyan that he had to kill Mo Ran in the script, just like killing the child he created with his own hands.

All it takes is a look and a word, and all of this has been explained very clearly.

Wei Yongyan stared at Liu Wenqin blankly for a long time, then suddenly burst into tears.

The other people gathered around when they heard the noise. They have seen many scenes where the director scolded the actors and cried, but today such a scene where the director kept crying and the actors stood aside was very strange, and everyone present did not respond. Coming over, I was so surprised that I couldn't speak for a moment.

It didn't take long before the organic reaction came over. Under the leadership of these few, everyone scrambled to come forward and comforted the director.

As soon as the crowd rushed forward, Liu Wenqin was immediately pushed aside. He stroked his forehead, and found that all the cells in his body were crying out for pain due to excessive fatigue.

He simply turned around and walked out of the field, intending to take a break and accumulate some energy for the subsequent shooting.

But the sudden movement caused a burst of dizziness to hit his mind. He shook his body and fell to one side as if he was not standing still.

The people who were all focused on the director didn't notice anything strange about him. Just when Liu Wenqin was about to fall, a figure rushed over like lightning and quickly supported him.

Feeling the strength supporting her, Liu Wenqin opened her eyes slightly, and was in a daze for a while after seeing the person in front of her clearly.

...I must be really tired, and I still see Ziqi's face in daydreams.

But in the next second, his hand was tightly held by the other party, and a familiar and warm feeling rushed to his heart from his fingertips, and even the dizziness in his head was completely dissipated because of this temperature.

The person in front of him tilted his head slightly, leaned into his ear and asked softly:

"Junyi, are you okay? How do you feel?"

The author has something to say: Sauvignon Blanc: Guqin Music.It was included in the ancient score of "Shu Huai Cao" earlier.Its music score is taken from Cheng Xiong's "Qinpu Harmony" Guqin score.

Thanks to Sisi for the mines and Ronglian for the nutrient solution~

The red envelope from the last chapter is ready~ ok? (づ￣3￣)づ