The king refuses to accept [entertainment circle]

[There is no right choice, only the choice you want. 】

"Sagrada Familia in Barcelona, ​​Spain. Nice sun. July 7."

"The ruins of Knossos in Crete, Greece. It's a big deal to use a palace to imprison the tauren. September 9th."

"Modern Art Museum in Aalborg, Denmark. I met a little Swiss girl who said she would marry me when she grows up. November 11th."

"Marshall Glacier in Ushuaia, Argentina. Cold. January 1."

"The Temple of Karnak in Luxor, Egypt. The aisle in front of the Luxor Temple is lined with sphinxes. March 3."

On the other side of the world away from these natural attractions or historical sites, in the modern high-rise buildings of the bustling city, teenagers have no beautiful scenery, only textbooks, homework and protein powder.And a stack of postcards.

This stack of postcards comes from all over the world. On the front are pictures of beautiful or unique scenic spots, and on the back are the time, place and extremely short comments written in the same handwriting.The handwriting of the person who wrote the postcard is handsome, powerful, upright and elegant, which makes people subconsciously imagine the person who writes. It seems that he should have the same handsome and modest appearance as the handwriting, and the writing hands should also be Manjusri. Leaf-like slender and elegant.He wrote postcards to his nephews in churches, beside ruins, under glaciers, and outside temples.

The boy didn't know that he had been holding this stack of postcards for a long time, and his fingers were subconsciously flipping through these thin sheets of paper, as if with the groping of his fingertips, he could really find a way to make a difference between these smooth or rough papers. The surface touches the sunshine of Barcelona and the ice and snow of the Marshall Glacier, instead of sitting in a large grid, no matter how expensive the location is and how luxurious the decoration is, it is still a closed grid, looking out from the glass window, I can only see cold steel buildings under the dark smog. There are no mountains, no water, and no good scenery.

The boy didn't want to admit his little gratitude to the little uncle he didn't like to see for sending him postcards when he was traveling around the world, and it has continued, as if he used this method to invite the boy to follow his footsteps The same wandering around the world, to see the great rivers and mountains on the earth.

The young man was immersed in some vague thoughts, these thoughts were like the shadow of the moon on the water, the harder he tried to salvage, the more scattered and confused he was.

He is still too young to understand the joy and openness of people after they understand that life is inherently broad.

We are born as sons and daughters, we grow up as students, we mature as husbands and wives, employees and subordinates, we grow old as fathers and mothers, perhaps until the moment of death that we have truly suffered for ourselves. Life, stripped of all identities.

We are born in the grid of the delivery room of the hospital, we grow up in the grid of the classroom, we mature in the grid of the office, we grow old in the grid of the bedroom and living room, we die in the grid of the funeral home, and we lie in the grid after death In the grid of the urn.We seem to be on a grid from birth to death.

From birth to death, we seem to have never been free. The definition of freedom may vary from person to person, but at least it is to live for ourselves and live in the way we want.You can define your own identity and go where you want to go.

Perhaps many people have had the dream of freedom. They work hard, earn money, and accumulate as much resources as possible for themselves to make more choices, but material is also a constraint.How many people spend their whole lives trying to keep their wealth after they get rich at home, and how many people are busy keeping their positions and fighting against their opponents after their careers are successful. This may be success, but it is not freedom.

Freedom does not mean traveling around the world with money. Freedom is not about being rich or poor. Freedom is about being brave. It is when you realize that nothing can really constrain you to pursue what you want, and understand that life is not just about getting promoted, raising salary, marrying a wife and having children. This is the way out. It is the right choice not to be pursued by the public that is in line with the social advocacy. There is no right choice, only the choice you want.Freedom is finding a way everywhere when there is no way to go, even if there is really no way, just find a way by yourself.

The experience of a teenager is far from enough for him to understand these things. For him at this age, freedom is just to fight against the individualized pursuit of the outside world, and it is to save himself, not to liberate himself.He still doesn't understand the price of freedom, the reason to measure the price, and the courage to bear the price.

And his uncle did.Someone in the boy's life did it, and the boy vaguely felt that his growing admiration was not just for his uncle's superficial behavior, but that there was something more hard and shining behind his seemingly capricious and even crazy behavior. He, he just, was moved to a little dazed and stunned.But this move is like a book, he can't understand it at the moment, if he hasn't forgotten this move, and read it a hundred times, its meaning will be self-evident.He will always know what freedom is.

My uncle came back 233 days after he resigned.

The whole family ran to the airport to meet him.

The man who walked out of the automatic door was tall and tall, his extreme handsomeness and outstanding temperament made him stand out in the crowd like a bright moon in the sky.

He was a little thinner than hei half a year ago, and his aura became more peaceful and restrained, but his eyes were deeper and brighter than before, like the starry sky wiped clean by the evening wind.

The boy's grandfather and father had both the joy of their relatives returning home and the lingering anger and incomprehension. Several big men greeted each other awkwardly.

The young man stood watching from a distance, and didn't approach to talk, but he was no longer trying to be reasonable as before.

The uncle turned his head to look at the boy, and nodded to him.

The boy paused, then nodded to his uncle.

To say that the ancients thought of poems when they saw the scene, but the modern people think of the lyrics when they see the scene.

It may be a coincidence. Last time when I heard that my uncle resigned to travel around the world, the teenager happened to read a sentence in his Chinese textbook, "Life is not satisfactory in this world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads out boats." Now 233 days have passed, and my uncle came back up.A Song poem automatically appeared in the boy's mind:

"When you are tired of traveling, let the mast cloud steer the moon, and go home with great songs."

Even if all kinds of restrictions in life exist objectively, it is difficult to get rid of them. The young man thought, I hope that I, and everyone, will not stop pursuing freedom.

"Okay—ka—"

Lu Li still looked at Mu Qing who was surrounded by a group of actors. He seemed to be thinking, but also seemed to have realized something. He was a bit confused and hesitant, but he was more relieved.

Mu Qing turned his head to the side, his eyes flicked over the heads of the actors, and arrived in front of Lu Li. Mu Qing smiled slightly and nodded to Lu Li.

Lu Li paused, smiled at Mu Qingqing, and nodded in response.

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"Around the World in 233 Days is really a good story, I really like it." Lu Li slumped on the sofa comfortably, and said leisurely, "Actually, the story is very simple, but the simpler it is, the more it will directly touch people's hearts. .”

As he said that, the boy turned over and looked at the man sitting on the sofa next to him, and thanked him obediently: "Thank you for giving me this opportunity to play a cameo."

Mu Qing looked at the young man in front of him who didn't pay attention to his image and winked at him. He didn't suppress his smile, but he still controlled his tone a little bit so as not to make his smile too light. Mu Qing said calmly, "No I think I opened the back door for you. You have to believe that your strength has been verified by the entire industry and even the whole country. As long as it is a role that fits your special age, all investors and directors will think of you first. You can only have one reason, and that's because they know they can't afford you."

After listening to the tone, Mu Qing decided to praise the person thoroughly: "But I guess, even if you know that you can't afford it, you will not be willing to give it a try."

The advanced version of the Luli brand barrage machine is so comfortable that it makes people scratch their stomachs by barking on the floor:

Look, he is worthy of being the king of heaven, he praises others so well!

Ah, it's like eating ginseng fruit, so comfortable...

Although Lu Li's two small eyebrows have already represented his master's joyful ascension to the sky, he still has to save face in general, especially in his mouth: "I have to learn more from Teacher Mu."

Mu Qing looked at Lu Li's small appearance that couldn't hold back his complacency at all, like a little animal with its head up and chest but didn't know it would only make itself more cute, making people just want to reach out and silence his little head.

Once again, Mu Qing didn't intend to suppress himself in front of Lu Li, but just as he was about to reach out his hand, he heard a knock on the door.

Lu Li's assistant, Uncle Yu, walked in and reminded Lu Li that it was time to go to the airport to catch the flight back home.

Lu Li was in a gloomy mood, thinking that it had only been two days since the finale, and he and Mu Qing hadn't had time to rest, let alone have time to have a good chat or spend more time together.

Alas, I just acted in the movie about what freedom is, and it turned out that it really conformed to the point of view in the movie. The more material wealth and resources, the more constraints, and there is still time to think about freedom when you can’t finish your work.

Mu Qing, whose always strong self-control often failed in front of Lu Li, finally controlled the desire to frown this time, and said goodbye to Lu Li calmly.

"I don't know when we'll see you next time. You're going to stay in the United States for a long time." Lu Li didn't have the consciousness to control his expression, and he puffed up his face full of displeasure, making Mu Qing want to pinch while watching.

Mu Qing was busy with the filming and post-production of "Around the World in 233 Days" in the United States, and Lu Li also had countless things to do when he returned home.As Lu Li became popular, the chances for the two to meet became less and less.

Mu Qing didn't want his helplessness to affect Lu Li, so he smiled and said, "I'll definitely go back to China at the end of the year, and I guess we'll meet during the TV Art Festival."

The China TV Art Festival and the China TV Awards Ceremony are also known as the two major events in the domestic TV drama industry. The former is jointly organized by a number of media, and the preferences of the audience are most intuitively reflected through audience voting and big data; the latter has a strong government Color, in part, represents the value orientation of the country.

As for a rookie actor, the honor he can only get once in his life is the "Best Newcomer Award" issued by the China TV Arts Festival.

Lu Li's association quickly came to fruition in Mu Qing's mouth: "...I'm looking forward to seeing you on the awards stage."

When Mu Qing said this, he didn't have the exaggeration and embellishment that praise people often have. His tone was flat, as if he was talking about a fact that was bound to come.

Lu Li looked back at Mu Qing, and slowly revealed an equally determined smile.

At this moment, the boy seemed to have foreseen his outstanding success in the future.More than foreseeing, he firmly believed in it.

Lu Li's radiant face was dazzling under the foreign sun like diamonds on velvet. He said to Mu Qing:

"Ha, you must wait."