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In the summer of 1996, Wang Xu's Chinese Department was taking graduation photos in front of the Shaw Building.

The students stood under the sun, and the teacher from the school's publicity department held up the camera and directed: "Another student has closed his eyes! Another photo, with eyes open—"

Wang Xu stood in the second-to-last row to the right, his eyes blinded by the strong sunlight, thinking that the teacher was too good at taking pictures, and it would be great if the school invited Zhang Mingsong to take pictures for them.

He was amused by his own little thought, and the teacher who happened to be taking pictures pressed the shutter to record his smiling youthful face.

However, the last impression of his four-year college career was not this smiling graduation photo.

After taking the group photo, the students went back to the dormitory to pack their luggage, while Wang Xu was walking towards the school gate, when there was a loud noise behind him, like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The person who jumped off the building was Lin Hong, his "dinner partner" who had had several meals with Wang Xu and exchanged 30 yuan for school cafeteria meal tickets with him.

Regarding Lin Hong's death, there are different opinions among teachers and students: he was found peeking at girls taking a bath, he couldn't find a job, his family owed debts, and some people even said that he had an improper relationship with a certain male teacher... However, the graduates of that class After a few days, they all left the school, and the incident of the students jumping off the building quickly fell silent.

No one really knows why Lin Hong jumped off the building, and why he chose the day when all the graduates took their graduation photos.Wang Xu even thought about it, had he been secretly watching from the top of the building?Wait until the moment they take pictures before jumping off...

After more than 20 years, this incident has become one of the countless gravels left by the years to Wang Xu, and it has long been worth mentioning.The reason why he wrote this incident into the script was only because he was eager to find a reason for his subsequent behavior.

When Ling Jiale asked him about the impact of "Lin Hong's death" on Jiang Lu, he only emphasized "the fear of death".

Ling Jiale asked a few more questions that had nothing to do with filming, and he became impatient, "At that time, the suicide rate was so high, was it unusual for someone to jump off a building? Let alone suicide, people in the past died when they said they were dead. Apart from the memories of family members, what traces can the people around you leave behind after chatting for a few years? Do you expect him to be on the top of the list?"

However, just now, after filming those screams, he shivered violently under the scorching sun.

The biting cold of the summer returned, and after more than 20 years, he was deeply shrouded in a kind of fear and anxiety that ordinary people could not understand.

Wang Xu suddenly remembered that in fact, he had wept and mourned for that classmate whom he did not know very well, and he himself forgot.

"Director? Director?"

Wang Xu suddenly turned his head and looked at his assistant.

The director's assistant was stunned for a moment, and his voice involuntarily lowered, "Director...have you passed this one?"

In Wang Xu's eyes, the group performers playing "classmates" all looked at him, and "Lin Hong" who was lying on the ground turned his head to look at him.

The extreme fear and anxiety came again, "Yes, yes..." He waved his hands sloppily, turned around and walked out of the field.

The director's assistant chased after him and reported the situation: "I found a car for Teacher Min, but Teacher Min didn't ask for a driver and drove away by himself. Producer Liang just called to ask, knowing that Teacher Min left so soon, he seemed a little unhappy , Said that you would call him back after work."

Wang Xu was about to call Producer Liang.

"Old Liang, is there any news?"

"No, it's been a long time since this kind of secret investigation..." Producer Liang showed his ability to fool investors.

"Old Liang...you tell me the truth." Wang Xu's legs were a little weak, he looked around and saw that there was no chair, so he sat directly on the steps.

"...What's the truth? It's as if I'm lying to you, I'm thankless—"

"Then why do you have to ask Min Huai'an to come over!" Wang Xuyang raised his voice.

The phone fell silent.

After a long time, Producer Liang said: "...Zhang Mingsong has gone abroad a long time ago..."

"impossible!"

As if trying to persuade him, Producer Liang told him one by one: The mobile phone number was registered with Zhang Mingsong's ID card. Zhang Mingsong had been out for several years at that time, and the ID card might have been picked up by others or something , was resold.

"There are a lot of things like this, and they usually do something illegal, otherwise they wouldn't have found out their phone numbers, but in the end they couldn't find anything..."

"...His situation is not good even now. Going abroad is a good choice...Russia is so big, if you have a foreign name, it's hard to find..."

Wang Xu lowered his hand holding the mobile phone, and he couldn't hear a word of the earnest persuasion of "should cherish the person in front of me" on the phone.

After filming the last daily scene, Wang Xu told the two actors not to move yet, and Ling Jiale and Shen Ge sat at the dining table in "Xinjia" obediently, waiting for his guidance with two cold dishes.

Wang Xu dragged a chair, sat down with them at the table, picked up the unused chopsticks in front of Ling Jiale when they were filming, picked up a chopstick of cold cucumber and put it into his mouth.

Ling Jiale looked at Shen Ge uneasily, Shen Ge gave him a comforting look, got up and picked up the thermos, and poured Wang Xu a glass of water.

Wang Xu felt the temperature of the cup, picked it up and took a sip, then gently put the cup back on the table, and finally raised his eyes to look at them: "Do you have any thoughts on the next scene?"

The next scene... the peaceful days are coming to an end so soon... Shen Ge slightly flattened the corners of his lips, and two lines of vicissitudes were printed on his lips that did not quite match his age.

Ling Jiale glanced at him quickly, then pursed her lower lip subconsciously.

Wang Xu looked at the two expressionlessly, "After finishing work every day, you only talk about love, don't you discuss the plot?"

Ling Jiale's face turned hot, and he replied in embarrassment: "It's a discussion, we usually talk about things in the play."

Wang Xu smiled lightly, "Oh, then what did we talk about? You have to use your own brains, don't you? I can't just come up with a solution every time. If you don't like the solution you come up with, you will blame me in turn. .”

Shen Ge frowned slightly.

He is very familiar with the field workers of the film crew, and he heard that strange things have happened recently in the film crew. The room "Zhang Song and Jiang Lu's Old House" was locked up and abandoned after filming the moving scene, but these days it frequently turned on the lights at night, and finally a bold person went over to take a look, only to find out that it was the director Sit on the bed and smoke.

"There was a bedding on that bed, the director wouldn't just sleep there at night!" Shen Ge still remembers the astonished tone and demeanor of the factory worker at that time.

"You can talk to me if you have any ideas. Or if you don't understand, disagree with, or disagree with, you can talk about it." Wang Xu looked like he was deliberately finding fault.

"There is no disapproval, everyone understands." Shen Ge replied.

Wang Xu nodded, then lowered his head and took the cold cucumber with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Ling Jiale looked at Shen Ge, and after getting a wink from the other party, he said: "Director, we thought, that is, we can meet as little as possible outside the play, just like Zhang Song and Jiang Lu in the next period, maybe... …can help find emotions.”

Wang Xu lowered his head to chew, swallowed what was in his mouth, and said lightly: "Okay." Then he got up and left.

The two lines on Shen Ge's lips became more obvious, and Ling Jiale gently covered the back of his hand.

That night, with the assistance of several field workers, Shen Ge moved to a dormitory building in another area of ​​the technical school.

Zhang Song's business was not going well, and all the gangsters who had managed it before turned their faces and refused to recognize anyone, and made troubles for him every day.He couldn't work out of the stall anymore, and he only had the little income from doing odd jobs in the photo studio, which was not even a fraction of what he used to do.

With more cameras in people's hands, the business of photo studios is getting harder and harder.Not long after, Uncle Zhang from the photo studio returned to his hometown to take care of the elderly. Zhang Song took down the store and used part of his savings to turn it into a small restaurant, selling barbecue and side dishes.

He has ideas and is diligent. He started to make money in the first month of opening. There is a karaoke machine at the entrance of the store. Every day, people come to sing around and order small dishes and beer. But they refused to let Jiang Lu come to help, and the time they met was getting less and less.

Jiang Lu also went to work, in the publicity department of a well-paid public institution.It's a good job with leisurely work, good benefits, and security.Moreover, he is the only undergraduate student in the office, and he will give priority to grades and salary increases, so the future is bright.

He had finally grown into what his parents wanted him to be, at least that's how it looked to outsiders.

The old father and the old mother were still reluctant to part with this only child. Although Jiang Weiguo still refused to let Jiang Lu go home, "Unless he can change it!" But Xu Yan always stuffed him with money, saying that Jiang Weiguo acquiesced, "The job is also your father Asked someone to look for him, but he is stubborn! Lulu, you just give in to your father... Sigh, you, why are you so disobedient when you grow up..."

Monthly calls always end up in this stalemate.

In the third month after Jiang Lu started working, he received a call from Xu Yan in advance, "Lu Lu! Come back quickly! Your father is going to die!"

Suicide!Jiang Lu heard a loud "Boom!", which made him tremble violently. He looked down and saw the microphone hanging in mid-air, swinging and hitting the cabinet door.

Jiang Weiguo was laid off, and Xu Yan was also laid off. The couple worked in the same factory and became the same batch of laid-off workers.

The two cried at home, not understanding why they had dedicated 20 years to the factory and were abandoned in the end.

"How dare you live!" Jiang Weiguo attempted to hang himself, leaving a circle of bruises on his neck.

This is already killing him. Should they be allowed to set up a street stall like Tan Ping and his wife?That's the job done by outsiders, and the locals are hawkers, and if they talk about it, they will embarrass their ancestors for eight generations!

"It's 40 years old, what else can we do besides going to the factory? What will we eat in the future? Lulu, Mom and Dad are sorry for you! I had to save money for you, but now I can't even support myself!"

Jiang Lu returned home for the first time in more than a year, and what he welcomed was such wailing and tears.After not seeing each other for a year, his father was old, and his mother was also old. For the first time, sadness appeared on their decayed faces. This was the helplessness and hopelessness of his parents that he had never foreseen in his life.

Jiang Lu returned home in a daze, rummaged through several drawers, trying to find some money for his parents.Maybe with some money in hand, I can feel more at ease.

Zhang Song came back early today, and his clothes and hair were a little messy.

The two of them were different from a few years ago. Jiang Lu's hair became shorter and shorter, his face was thinner than before, and he looked more mature and capable.Zhang Song grew his hair, and no longer wore a hooligan-like cropped head every day, and no longer wore floral shirts and jeans all day long. Instead, he wore a suit like a small boss, looking much more stable.

It's just that when he came back today, his hairstyle was messed up and his clothes were wrinkled. Jiang Lu was very familiar with his appearance recently, so he was slightly taken aback, "Are you fighting again?"

Zhang Song didn't speak, just sat down and poured tea into his mouth facing the spout of the teapot.

Jiang Lu hurriedly brought him a cup, and asked casually, "Where did we put our money? I'll get some for my parents—"

He didn't know where he said something wrong, Zhang Song suddenly stood up furiously, and threw the cup heavily on the ground, "Are you fucking rich? Cao! Yes! You are now a wage earner!"

Jiang Lu looked at him in horror.

It is not the first time that Zhang Song's restaurant has been smashed.Jiang Lu didn't know anything about it, just like he knew about the injuries Zhang Song brought home during this time.

Zhang Song's character suddenly became a bad tempered person, but no one dared to question it.

The tense and depressive scene was carried out under Wang Xu's sometimes moody and sometimes absent-minded guidance. Others didn't feel much, but Ling Jiale and Shen Ge had personal experience-the director's standard was lowered.

The progress of the filming was unbelievably fast. Feng Si, Teacher Tian and his wife, and various extras came and went on the set, and finally ushered in the last few pages of the script—rebellion.

The plot after that only existed in Wang Xu's mind, not in anyone's script.