Son of the Bone

I don’t know when there was an extra oil-paper umbrella in the venue.

The appearance is very simple, and the Xiangfei bamboo used for the umbrella ribs has spots like tear stains scattered on it.

Qi Lin happened to see this umbrella when he came over for an audition. When he asked the doorman, he said that it seemed to be here for two years, and no one came back to pick it up. He simply took the umbrella as a prop, wrote a note and put it where it was, explaining Where can I get it.

Ming Lang's character is difficult to analyze, he wrote a long biography, changed his suit and ring, and replaced his favorite silver ring with an animal bone ring.

Jiang Juehui helped pass the eyebrow pencil and hairspray by the side, looked at it for a long time and suddenly said: "It would be more suitable if you have long hair."

Only men in ancient times kept their hair long and did not cut it.

Most of the modern people with long hair are engaged in art and punk.

"Things like long hair can easily make people greasy." Wei Feng picked up a lunch box next to him: "Qi Lin like this is very good, refreshing and translucent, very beautiful."

Jiang Jue was ready for the show, and Lin Jiuguang entered the shed one after another.

In the second season, the little ginseng essence began to practice hard to become a demon in order to have a stronger ability to save the poor people in the hospital.

However, the crew has always been stingy and doesn't add much stunts, and the focus is still on storytelling.

The setting and detail settings in the play are much better than before——

Jiang Jue kept all the small foreshadowings and hidden hints he saw in "Wild House" in his mind, and used the same technique to create various things that fit the script.

He put on a white coat, changed into a more bland tie, and even adjusted his tone of voice on purpose.

Lin Jiuguang doesn't need to worry about it too much, he's always bluffing, and some of his personalities are exactly the same as the characters, so he doesn't need to adjust too much.

After Bai Ping contacted Wei Feng, he gave him the special effects team he used and taught him how to make important highlights.

Audiences are easily seduced and led.

There are various special effects in each episode, which may not arouse their freshness, but they feel it should be taken for granted.

But if the key characters appear on the stage, such as the phoenix crashing in from the window in panic, and other similar plots, if there are enough shocking and delicate scenes, it will make people's eyes shine.

The filming between Jiang Jue and him went quite smoothly. Although it had been almost a year since he touched the script, the two of them got along very naturally when they re-entered the film.

Thinking about it, Lin Jiuguang has been acting for many years, and his skills are quite good.

He entrusted the engagement ring Loris gave to his assistant for safekeeping, and put it on every day after a play.

Qi Lin watched from the side very excitedly, and began to think about what style to buy for his family to suit him.

After the first three episodes were finished, Qi Lin officially entered the scene and changed into the original clothes again.

Little Cen An was caught off guard by the rain at the entrance of the hospital, and couldn't help but sneezed.

An umbrella suddenly opened over his head, blocking the torrential rain outside.

He subconsciously said thank you, and turned around to find that it was an old friend: "Ming Lang! Is it time for you to come too, where is Yu Yu?"

"He hasn't left the customs yet." Ming Lang held the umbrella and walked back slowly with him. The rain in the sky seemed to separate automatically when encountering this umbrella, not even a little bit of rain could drift in.

Peony likes to be dry and afraid of stagnant water, and has always been protected from rain.

Jiang Jue looked out of the camera at the staff spraying water separately on the high platform, thinking that the angle and the amount of water were quite right.

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

Jiang Jue glanced at the two of them who were still filming, subconsciously walked to the soundproof area and answered the phone: "Mom? What's the matter?"

"Where are you?" Jiang Yanzhi seemed a little out of control, his voice choked with sobs when he spoke.

"I'm filming - what happened? I'm coming back now?"

"I'll give you an address, now you take Qi Lin and the others by car."

Jiang Yanzhi paused, seemed to be restraining his emotions, and said again: "Professor Yan passed away."

what?

Jiang Jue was stunned for a moment, explained that they were still filming and it would be over in about 5 minutes, and then asked, "I saw him at the end of last year, wasn't it good?"

"Professor Yan was already in the late stage of gastric cancer two years ago." Jiang Yanzhi took a deep breath and said, faintly mourning behind his back: "He and his relatives decided to give up over-treatment, unwilling to intubate, and never told us from the beginning to the end .”

Jiang Jue was stunned for a moment, but his heart hadn't recovered at all.

When their mother had a car accident early last year, Professor Yan came to visit them.

He was so old, he flew all the way to Zhuqian, and climbed several floors to visit his mother.

When seeing him at school in winter, Professor Yan said——

"Wait, wait, there's no time. 』

And when he accepted the bag of fruit, did he think that he was looking for him specifically and wanted to visit him?

It's like...he already knew he was leaving, didn't he?

Jiang Jue covered his mouth and felt pain in his heart. This was the first time he faced real death.

Grandpa, grandma, grandpa and grandma are all in good health and spirit, and he always thought that they would not have any problem living another 20 years.

But Professor Yan... the living person who was still teaching him before, just disappeared like this?

"Jiang Jue?" Qi Lin came over with mineral water: "Are you okay?"

He turned around, looked at Qi Lin and murmured, "We're going to the funeral home."

"Professor Yan died of cancer."

"What—" Qi Lin was stunned, unable to accept this reality at all.

"He was diagnosed with terminal cancer two years ago."

Many people in the crew packed up the three cars and stopped work temporarily to go to the funeral home.

Yan Si lay quietly in the cold coffin surrounded by flowers, with a calm and gentle face.

He quietly used the last two years to complete all the farewells.

To meet every old friend, to inspect all things related to Shidu Theater, to see the Shidu Grand Theater that he single-handedly supported and established, and to warn young actors one after another.

He kept silent about his condition, and he was unwilling to undergo excessive surgery and radiotherapy, but his steps became heavier and heavier, and he had to slow down for a long time to say a word at the end.

All the celebrities came and lined up to bow at the incense.

Some are his protégés, some are strangers who have been protected by him in the circle, and more are the students taught by his students.

Jiang Yanzhi and Bai Ping knelt beside each other and burned three sticks of incense, their faces pale.

Really... did you leave like this?

So everything I talked to them before was actually a farewell?

Jiang Yanzhi is a student taught by Yan Si himself. It can even be said that many of the acting skills used by Jiang Jue are actually passed down to him by Jiang Yanzhi quietly.

Back then she was joking with the old man and asked Jiang Jue to be his student——

Yan Si smiled at that time, but did not agree.

Because there is no time left.

At this time, it seems meaningless to talk about endless reluctance and sadness.

The old man lay there quietly, silently, having left this world.

"I always say, go back to see him in the theater when you're done." Jiang Yanzhi murmured: "I always feel that Teacher Yan will always be there to guard a group of students. He stands there like a lighthouse. Why? won't leave either."

Bai Ping sighed and wiped her tears, unable to speak for a long while.

There are too many people here.

Those who have been promoted, those who have been protected, and those who have been instructed.

All the leaders of Shidu Grand Theater came over and lined up to express their condolences.

In the entertainment industry, anyone who is famous is either his close friend or his colleague.

The old man did too many things in the old days, supporting art research performances, promoting the development and growth of contemporary theaters and contemporary theaters, and affecting the atmosphere and beliefs of the entertainment industry.

His departure is the farewell of an era.

Jiang Jue and Qi Lin were actually considered accomplished entertainers, and they rushed here at this time, so they could only wait in the outer hall according to their seniority, and couldn't enter for a long time.

Each of them held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, watched Wei Feng, who was in the front row, wipe away his tears and walked in with a straight back, and continued to wait quietly in the outer hall.

As soon as Qi Ding and Wu Qiu arrived in a hurry, Ms. Wu, as an unrelated outsider, could only wait in the outer hall, bowing three times to express her respect from a distance.

Qi Ding went over to offer incense and flowers without saying a word, tears streaming down his face.

No one is drawing contacts on this occasion, and no one dares to speak loudly.

Jiang Jue stood in front of Qi Lin, thinking about everything he said to himself without saying a word.

Professor Yan was swinging on a swing and watching the young people playing basketball on the playground with a slight smile on his face.

In the art palace created by himself, more and more young people are shining.

Qi Lin hugged the bouquet of white chrysanthemums, and remembered what Lin Jiuguang said.

Being alive is like going to an amusement park.

No matter how long the queue is, whether you have played enough or not, when the time is up, you have to leave.

When it was time to leave, I regretted not having played enough. It was too late.

In fact, he always wanted to ask this professor and chat with him.

He didn't know whether his life choices were correct or not, and he always wanted to hear Professor Yan's opinion.

But he always felt that he hadn't succeeded in acting.

There is not a single award that can be obtained, and the box office is very good, but it is also the credit of the director and photography team.

He always felt that only a capable person like Jiang Jue with full achievements could ask such a pioneer.

Wait a little longer, wait until I have more grades, and then visit him.

But it was too late.

Time is like this, and it doesn't show any kindness to anyone.

When it was finally the two of them's turn to pass, when Shang Xiang knelt down and kowtowed, it was already dark outside.

The incense and candles exude the unique flavor of the temple.

One stick of incense, two sticks of incense, three sticks of incense.

The world after death is unknown, and it is also unknown whether paper money and sesame oil can really be remitted there.

To put it bluntly, these rituals are all for the living to accept farewell.

They tacitly kept the spirit with their parents for three days, and they didn't go anywhere else.

The media were locked out by security personnel, and no one could come in to disturb them.

When he finally left the funeral home, Qi Lin held Jiang Jue's hand and looked at the distant scenery outside the car.

"It's good to be alive." He said suddenly.

Jiang Jue clenched his hand tightly, feeling the warmth of his palm.

"Ah."