The Law of the Jungle [Entertainment]

Xikou Film and Television City in U City.

Compared with the M City film and television base, which has the main architectural style of Qin, Han, Tang and Qing Dynasties, Xikou Film and Television City is more inclined to the style of the Republic of China. The rusty tram tracks, the half-central and half-foreign restaurant signboards in the French Concession, and the faded posters pasted at the entrance of the theater ballroom, as soon as you walk in, you seem to have traveled back to that old era.

In a restaurant called Emerald Cafe, on each table in the front hall, a set of white porcelain bottom gold-edged dinner plates are neatly placed, the knives and forks are silver, and a bunch of slender glass neck bottles are placed in the center of the table. The lily has an exotic flavor.

A young officer in military uniform was sitting at the table, playing with a prop gun in his hand, and waiting anxiously. that little door.An Yang turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw Suhang coming out with the red scarf on his shoulders straightened. He had a delicate appearance, his eyes looked extraordinarily gentle because of confusion, and the blue-black robe on his body made him thin and frail.

"This one can't be fastened well." Suhang tugged at a button on the neckline.

An Yang walked over immediately, hooked left and right to tighten the collar, and Suhang was forced to raise his head, his eyes were slightly red with makeup, showing a weak posture.In An Yang's eyes, Su Hang had already turned on the filter, but now the filter effect is at its max, and he said, "I really found the right person!"

The original song of this MV, Suhang, has already been heard. The lyrics are hazy and the tune is soothing, but at the climax, there is a bit of pain and tearing feeling. It is not like the folk song style of An Yang before. I don’t know if he wants to change or what.The script of the MV is also set by two male protagonists. An Yang plays a young officer, while Su Hang approaches An Yang as a sick school teacher. In fact, he is secretly a killer sent to assassinate An Yang. Under the guns of one's own people.

The director said without changing his face that this was to express the friendship between life and death during the war, but Suhang always felt that it was sticky and ambiguous, which seemed to have surpassed the scope of friendship.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, the main shots are on An Yang, he is just a foil, and he died at the climax of the song, and the second half is the memory kill, which is his current robe.Because this restaurant will be occupied by another crew in two days, the director decided to finish filming the memory killing part first.

This section is the more heart-wrenching part of the song. At that time, the friend passed away, and the young military officer who had made countless military exploits could only miss it in his memory. Since then, day and night, there has been no close friend who can hold long talks and smile at each other.The fragmented shooting cut this scene to the bone and blood. If An Yang's singing is added in the later stage, I am afraid that a group of girl fans will cry.

At first, An Yang was a little apprehensive. After all, he was a full-time singer and didn't know anything about filming. Although his face was handsome, he always felt awkward when he was on camera.When the filming started, Suhang comforted him, as long as you can see your face, I will take care of the rest.

An Yang was deeply encouraged, and later gradually tasted it - isn't this just another joke about his bad acting skills?This anger actually gave off a bit of a youthful and domineering military officer.

In the evening of the second day, the scene where the two met for the first time was to be filmed. It was in a bookstore. Su Hang and An Yang went to pick up a book at the same time, and their outstretched hands collided with each other.Before the shooting started, An Yang held up his mobile phone to take a selfie, and included the side face of Suhang who was curiously looking at the prop book behind him into the lens. The setting sun was on one side, the light was mottled, and the years were quiet, as if time had really flown back.

Before Suhang found out about his little trick, An Yang had already uploaded the photo on Weibo, and within a few minutes, it received tens of thousands of retweets and comments. Everyone guessed who that thin and beautiful side face was, and there was An Yang at the scene. The female fan was already holding the phone and screaming in a low voice, imagining a scene of a domineering officer and a pretty scholar.

The director clapped his hands and signaled all departments to prepare, and Su Hang and An Yang also quickly entered the state.At this time, two people walked over from the other side of the street. One of them held a camera in his hand and kept snapping. Finally, the two stopped in front of the bookstore, walking in front of them. The man quietly patted the director on the shoulder.

"Mu Ran." Director Fu Qingrong looked up and greeted.

Liao Muran nodded, and shifted his gaze to the bookstore. There were two people with their backs to the camera. One was standing upright, looking a bit cramped, presumably a novice in filming; the other was wearing a blue robe, with half of his snow-white ears protruding from the collar , graceful and handsome, with a slender figure, and his temperament is integrated with this old-fashioned bookstore.

He couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

The assistant next to him who was in charge of taking pictures for reference also spotted Suhang, and whispered, "Uncle Liao, that person is not bad."

Liao Muran didn't make false assertions about this. Until the end of the scene, Su Hang slowly turned his head according to the script, and smiled gently at the camera. This will be blurred in the later stage, and Su Hang will be seen in the finished product at that time. Hang's figure dispersed with the wind like mist.Liao Muran then slowly shook his head and looked away: "The face is too pretty, I don't need such a pretty face."

Suhang didn't know that he had been eliminated, only saw a figure beside Fu Qingrong turn around and leave.

An Yang turned around, looked from a distance, and said in surprise: "Isn't that Liao Muran?"

Suhang: "..."

The uniform scene will be filmed in the next two days. An Yang wears military green and Suhang wears black. The military factions are all fictitious, but I have to say that black is really suitable for Suhang. A belt and two long legs are wrapped in In the straight military trousers, he put them neatly into a pair of rigorous military boots, which immediately suppressed the softness of his whole body, exuding an abstinence atmosphere that repelled others thousands of miles away from the inside out.

He held the gun in his hand, and the black muzzle of the gun pressed against An Yang's temple. The shot was slowly elongated and moved repeatedly before the two of them. In the end, the seemingly static time was shattered by a gunshot——Su Hang let go of his hand, and slowly sipped With a gratified smile, the moment the gun fell to his feet, he also fell to the ground at the same time, his chest was pierced by the bullet, and the blood color bloomed, dyed into a beautiful flower.

During the lunch break, Fu Qingrong called An Yang to point out where his expression and movements were wrong, and maybe he would have to make another shot later for editing. Suhang had nothing to do, and Guan Zhuyu wanted a cigarette, so he nestled in the shed and took a sip slowly. Ground suction.In fact, Suhang learned to smoke at the age of 16. The first time was purely a young man's curiosity, and his face was flushed with choking, but he really got used to tobacco during the time when he was taken care of by Yu Yezhou, but he didn't smoke often, because of the smell of cigarettes. It will accumulate in the mouth and be discovered by Yu Yezhou.Perhaps it was because he had been suppressed for a long time at that time, and once he was liberated, his craving for cigarettes turned up, but because Zhu Yu was watching him, he could only smoke one for several days.

Suhang finally got the cigarette, so he naturally wanted to relax. With a cigarette in his mouth, he squinted his eyes and looked at An Yang, who was being trained in a daze, as lazy as a cat that would not move during the day. .He was looking for a place to flick cigarette ash, when suddenly a heavy shadow fell beside him, Suhang looked up and saw that it was Liao Muran who hadn't turned his head back that day.

Liao Muran is about 50 years old, maybe because he has been on the set all the year round, there are a few wrinkles around his eyes, but the charm is still there, and he doesn't look old. It can be seen that he looked good when he was young, and he has a charming and elegant taste , When I sat down, there was a faint smell of smoke wafting over my body.

"Could you give me one?" He looked at Su Hang, and there were a few crow's feet in the corner of his eyes when he smiled.

Suhang quickly took out a cigarette.

Liao Muran held the cigarette between his fingers, but he was not in a hurry to smoke it. He only looked sideways at Suhang, until Suhang spit out the cigarette in fear, and then he said with a smile: "You remind me of an old friend .”

Seeing that Suhang was puzzled, he explained: "He likes to bite down the cigarette holder just like you."

Suhang looked down at his cigarette, the cigarette holder was indeed flat, he didn't feel it, it was probably a habit of years, but the habit of biting the tube is not very rare, just like biting a straw when drinking a drink Ordinary, very popular.He didn't quite understand why Liao Muran brought this up, he only understood it as a way for Liao Muran to come up to talk.

So he called out slowly: "Director Liao."

Liao Muran nodded, and said bluntly: "I watched your play."

Director Liao is said to have a strong background, and won several international awards before he was 30 years old. Several famous works are still hotly discussed by film critics, but I don’t know why he stopped making movies and went to make high-end movies instead. A low-level TV series.Liao Muran became famous when he was young, but he is not as aggressive as other directors, but gloomy. If he looks like something, it is probably like an inkstone with thick black ink accumulated on it, so heavy that no waves can be disturbed.

Su Hang was a little nervous at once, and straightened his back to listen to the opinions.

Liao Muran lowered his eyes: "You are very good at figuring out the character's mentality, and the way you act is very meticulous. I saw your small movements when expressing the characters, which is very good." Before Suhang could respond to his compliment, he saw the other party frowned slightly, and said: " But not restrained enough."

Suhang blinked.

"It's good to have such acting skills at such a young age, but you are a little impatient, and you are in a hurry to fly to the sky before your wings are hard. When the time comes, you will fall, and even your bones will be broken." Liao Muran said, "When the time comes, it will hurt. Not just you, but your entire crew at risk."

Su Hang carefully considered Liao Muran's words, of course he didn't think that Liao Muran would be the kind of person who would come up to chat with young actors when he had nothing to do, Liao Muran had a halo on his head, although the halo had dimmed a bit, it didn't affect him at all. In the film industry, Suhang nodded sincerely and said, "Thank you Director Liao for your suggestion, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Liao Muran stared at him for a while, and said without thinking: "You really look like a person...Of course, it's not about appearance, it's about behavior habits."

Suhang couldn't figure it out, so he could only purse his lips and smile.

"Just call me Uncle Liao." Liao Muran said suddenly, he got up after smoking a cigarette, his eyes turned around Suhang's face, his voice was low and low when he spoke, and there was a kind of avoidance. The incomparable affinity is different from Yu Yezhou's elegant, righteous and proud charm. Liao Muran has a kind of magnetic force that can fascinate people. It is something that can only be condensed after decades of years and countless life experiences.

Suhang subconsciously said: "Uncle Liao..."

Liao Muran lowered his head, reminding him that the cigarette was about to run out, and when Su Hang looked down, he suddenly said lightly beside him: "Come to my room at night." There was no frivolity, no provocation, just He said such a sentence flatly, more like an order or exhortation, but his face was cold and indifferent, and there was no sign of it.

Seeing this, the assistant behind him stuffed a thin room card into Suhang's hand, but didn't say anything, as if he had already seen such scenes.

Suhang froze on the spot, clenched his fingers unconsciously, making it even more apparent that he "cherished" that card very much.Seeing that he had no objection, Liao Muran smiled with satisfaction, didn't say much, and walked away with the assistant as calm as ever.

At night, all the shots of An Yang's MV had been filmed. Suhang took off his black military uniform, holding the card, and knocked on Liao Muran's door.

At this time, a city far away in northern France was still brightly lit.

A man in a dark suit walked along the street. He walked slowly, looking at the watch on his wrist from time to time. He had already pinched the note in his palm all the way. The soft piece of paper has been ravaged and crumpled, giving off a sense of bleakness, more and more inconsistent with his expensive attire.

He counted the nameplate numbers on the building, and finally stood in front of a retro gate with complicated decorations. The classic arched gate towered high above his head. The wall is more and more soft and gorgeous under the reflection of the afternoon sun.

—is a theatre.

After raising and lowering his hand several times, the man finally dropped his finger bones on the door and knocked a few times.

Not long after, there were footsteps coming from inside, and the door opened a crack, revealing a blond young head, speaking|speaking British English, asking him what's the matter, saying that the theater is closed now and not open to the public.

The man outside the door took out his business card and handed it over. The young man inside took it and looked at it carefully before opening the door and letting him in: "Ah, hello Mr. Yu, have you made a reservation to visit the theater?"

Yu Yezhou nodded, followed his steps into the theater, and when he stepped forward, he felt a little timid in his heart. He thought that this is the place where Su Hang grew up, and every inch and every square may leave traces of Su Hang's life , he became more and more excited, a little impatient and anxious.

The blond youth introduced: "This Perez Theater was founded by the father of Mr. François Perez, and is now run by the heirs of the Perez family." He laughed as if thinking of something Interesting thing, looking back: "This young master is also unusual, he is a beautiful oriental beauty."

Yu Yezhou suddenly stopped, and saw several photos hanging on the wall at hand. The wooden hand-carved photo frames seemed to have been there for some years. One of them was the director François on the stage of the theater, and he Standing next to him was a young boy wearing a royal robe and costume and a crown on his head. At that time, the boy's skeleton had not yet opened, but his delicate appearance had already been revealed. Standing in the center of the stage, he looked like a dazzling oriental pearl. .

The blond young man came over and pointed to the boy in the picture and introduced: "This is the current operator, Su Perez. According to regulations, this young master should have led you to visit, but he is not in the theater right now. , We don't know where he went." He shrugged his shoulders, expressing his helplessness.

But Yu Yezhou knew that the young master went to China and was oppressed and imprisoned by him for several years.

"Su has studied drama art with Mr. François since she was a child, and she has also played the role of a teenager on this stage. She is a very talented performer."

Yes, very talented, so once Yu Yezhou let go, Su Hang immediately showed his unparalleled charm and talent, and became a slowly shining star in the land that was too strange and too vast for him. A star, he is burning, fiery, and contributes his blood and passion to the camera and screen.

He is so talented, Yu Yezhou has always known.

The blond young man was probably also a chatterbox, maybe the theater had been empty for too long, and few people came, so he chatted non-stop with Yu Yezhou at this moment: "Actually, it's quite interesting to say, Su has always yearned to go back to the East, even though he He had never set foot in that land, and it was a Chinese drama actor who gave him the idea, and he watched his videos every day at that time. I remember his favorite one seems to be..."

"...Wind into the Pine?" The other party read three words in non-standard Chinese, "Actually, I haven't seen it, and I don't understand it. I just see him watching it every day."

Yu Yezhou's expression changed slightly, his shoulders trembled, and his internal organs were shocked by these three words, as if there was a big bell in his chest, which was constantly being beaten fiercely, and the humming almost destroyed all his senses. Instantly numb, unable to utter a word.He raised his hand, with his index finger hanging in front of the photo, stroking the face of the young man in the middle.

That young man had picturesque eyebrows, a flowery smile, and was full of energy. He was not at all like the later lazy cat with cold eyes, omnipotent smoking and drinking, and even turning his head away indifferently.

People change as they grow up, but it is Yu Yezhou who makes this change happen.

Suzhou and Hangzhou, Suzhou and Hangzhou...

Suzhou and Hangzhou have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, crossed a seven-hour time difference, and crossed two completely different countries, and they rushed to him like a moth without hesitation!Suhang gave up the privileged life of being praised as a young master in France, flew thousands of miles away to Yuncheng, and got into the golden cage made by Yu Yezhou.

But Yu Yezhou himself became the lamp that extinguished all the courage of the moths.

"Mr. Yu, Mr. Yu? Are you... all right?"

Yu Yezhou came back to his senses, lowered his eyes, suppressed the soreness that surged up, and slowly raised his head after his mood stabilized, looking at the row of photos—he had never been so eager to think more , A better understanding of Suzhou and Hangzhou.

His eyes swept over the last photo frame, and he stopped suddenly.

In the photo, I saw a woman sitting on a chair, with an oriental face and a gentle smile, holding a snow-white bunny on her lap.

"This is...?" Yu Yezhou asked.

The blond young man looked over and said, "This is Mr. Francois' wife."

Yu Yezhou wondered: "Mr. François never married?"

The other party said: "It's just that it hasn't been announced to the public, so that my wife can have a peaceful life."

Yu Yezhou stared at that woman for a long time, his heart was filled with confusion.He was sure that he had seen this lady long, long ago. When he was very young, at his mother's funeral, she came in a black dress, holding a bouquet of fiery red roses. Bouquets of flaming flowers were laid before the tombstone.

The bouquet of flowers was so red and eye-catching in the black and white eyes, as if it ignited the soul of the mother who died for love.

She walked up to the young Yu Yezhou, bent down and said softly: "You have to live a good life, that's what your mother wants. Your mother has already paved the way for you, don't let her down."

"who are you?"

The other party touched Yu Yezhou's head with a smile, and explained briefly: "You can call me Aunt Nie, I am your mother's friend, if you have any difficulties in the future, you can also come to me."

——Her name is Nie Xi, and Yu Yezhou later found out that she was a boudoir friend of his mother Rong Ni who was inseparable, and a more trustworthy elder than the so-called relatives and friends of the Yu family.

And Nie Xi turned out to be Suhang's adoptive mother.

Everything seems to be such a coincidence, and the distance between Suhang and Yu Yezhou is invisibly narrowed little by little.