Actually, you are not human

In this world, what is the public?What is a minority?

What is mainstream?What is non-mainstream?

Going against the whole world, is it courage or obsession?

When Zheng Qiufen just found out that his sexual orientation is different, he often wondered, if his mother hadn't been stubborn in collecting folk songs, would his life have been completely different?With a rich, complete and warm family, will he become a heterogeneous man who likes men when he grows up?If he grew up in such a family, would he follow the route of many "successful people", go to university smoothly, go abroad, come back to take charge of the company, marry a beautiful girl from a similar family background, and then create a A family close to the original family?And can Zheng Shuangjiang continue to learn her beloved music?If she could really grow up like that, wouldn't she be a world-renowned musician by now?

Whenever he thinks of these things, he will hate his mother from the bottom of his heart, but when this burst of resentment passes, he will feel ashamed again - no pair of parents has the responsibility and obligation to give up their lives, only Living for the children, his thoughts are too selfish.

Later, when he grew up, he stopped thinking about these insignificant things. There was no regret medicine in the world, and even if there was, his art-obsessed mother would not want to take it.

And he no longer feels that he is an outlier—from the waiter to the customer in the Garden of Eden, there are few who like women, so he likes drinking wine very much, looking down on the second floor, only being here, he In order to find the so-called sense of security and belonging.

So every time he goes out to film, it is a disaster for him.

Zheng Qiufen sat on the chair with his legs crossed, silently watching his manager Uncle Cui take out his luggage from the box and hang them in the cabinet one by one, while enduring the middle-aged man's almost endless stop nagging.

"...I've been here for such a long time. I just play with my mobile phone in the house, and I don't go out to meet people or pack my things. Tell me, why do you always forget about business when you are playing? I told you to go out. Wearing sunglasses, why don’t you just listen? It’s thanks to Mr. Zheng who has greeted the publishing house, otherwise, the frequency of your going out these days is absolutely accurate, making headlines every day!”

"Don't say that." Zheng Qiufen said with a playful smile: "How can I be so popular? The last time someone talked to me face to face, they didn't even know who I am!"

"That's a passer-by! Can a passer-by be the same as a fan girl?" Uncle Cui sighed: "Do you know how many times your support club negotiated with the company to hold a fan meeting? I know you want to be too lazy to deal with these things I put it all back on you, and the reason you use is that you are filming, that you are studying acting skills, and it would be nice to be photographed going in and out with men at the same bar someday." Uncle Cui said angrily place, threw the clothes in his hand: "By the way, you haven't explained clearly to me, who is that man who is always with you recently?"

Zheng Qiufen casually picked up the script that was put aside, glanced at him lazily, and said, "That's my lover from my previous life."

Uncle Cui looked back at him, hehe said twice: "Don't dream, you know your virtues in previous lives, who would chase after you and make yourself unhappy?"

Zheng Qiufen: "..." Very good, very powerful, very irrefutable.

Uncle Cui had finished cleaning up, clapped his hands in satisfaction, and said, "Take a good rest, put on a mask or something, go to bed early, and I'll call you back to work tomorrow morning."

Zheng Qiufen nodded.

Uncle Cui thought for a while and said worriedly: "Don't lock the door from the inside, otherwise I won't be able to call you."

"Understood." Zheng Qiufen waved his hand: "Even if my dad lives to your age, he may not be more verbose than you."

Uncle Cui was silent for a moment, and said: "Although you call me Uncle, I look older, but you really don't know that I am only 35 this year, right? When Mr. Zheng went there, he was more than that age."

Zheng Qiufen: "So you want to live less than my dad?"

Uncle Cui sighed and said, "If all the artists under me were like you, I guess it would be easy to achieve the goal of dying young." After he finished speaking, he patted Zheng Qiufen on the shoulder, shook his head and left.

Zheng Qiufen curled his lips on the sofa, heard the footsteps outside the door going away, picked up his phone and glanced at it, it has been four hours since he landed this afternoon, and Du Shengxiao didn't say a word to him.

"Ah... so boring..." He stretched his waist and wailed, took out a pajamas from the cloakroom that Uncle Cui had tidied up, and went to take a bath and apply a mask.

Putting on the mask, he casually picked up the script on the table, cheered up and watched the scene to be filmed twice tomorrow. According to the practice of the film crew, the most difficult scenes are usually placed at the top, anyway It’s also about honing in on acting skills, so I just come up with the most difficult scene, everything is difficult at the beginning, no matter if it takes a whole morning or a day, after this scene has been honed, everything will be easy to talk about later.And the scene he will perform tomorrow is the scene in which the Righteous Leader followed his son's trail to find the Demonic Leader and severely injured him. After that scene, the Demonic Leader was taken into the deep mountains by his adopted son, and the adopted son It will be ten years after it comes out again. As for the leader, he has not explained it—so this can be regarded as Zheng Qiufen's last scene in the whole play. After a while, he fell asleep.

"Father, father!"

A slightly hoarse boy's voice called him, Zheng Qiufen waved his hand reluctantly: "Who's child, go away."

"Father, wake up, Father!"

The voice sounded again, mixed with strong crying: "Father, don't die, father, it's all the child's fault, and the child should not easily trust those pious people, please wake up."

These are all nonsense words... Zheng Qiufen frowned, and suddenly sat up in a jerk, and his mind suddenly cleared up.

He looked in disbelief at the young man in ancient clothes who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and asked cautiously, "Are you the son of the Demon Lord?"