Son of the Bone

College students are busy, but things like dinners and K songs are always indispensable.

On the one hand, it is convenient to meet new friends, and on the other hand, you can sneak in and have fun.

Qi Lin thought for a long time whether to go out or not.

He was quite restless, but once he was followed by paparazzi, he would never have imagined that the headlines would be in the direction of thriller literature or pornographic literature.

…and possibly juvenile law literature.

Somewhat unexpectedly, after Jiang Jue's participation in the drama came to an end, he agreed to the invitation for a dinner in the class.

"Do you like to sing?" Qi Lin was a little surprised, subconsciously said: "Still go to collect materials?"

Jiang Jue thought for a while and said, "Actually, I haven't been to KTV yet."

Half of his middle and high school life was in school and half in drama theater and abroad, and he really hadn't experienced it yet.

Qi Lin thought for a moment, and sent a message to the class committee, saying that he would also go, but please keep the class secret, and try not to spread it until everyone arrives.

He has been practicing in the karaoke room these days and his throat is a little hoarse. He did this simply because he wanted to spend more time with Jiang Jue.

There are parks and commercial areas not far from the school. There are several KTVs next to the shopping center, and the boxes are designed to be spacious and comfortable.

It was early winter, and all the students were wrapped up quite thickly, until they rushed into the box with laughter, no passerby gave them a sideways look.

It wasn't until Qi Lin took off his mask that someone finally realized that he was here, and covered his mouth and exclaimed.

"Qi Lin, you are here too!"

"Wow, don't we have a concert to listen to!"

"Ahh, I can listen to Qi Qi's scene now!"

"Everyone, listen to me," the class leader took the microphone and coughed seriously: "Qi Lin is usually inconvenient to go out, and today is a rare chance to play with us—please don't send messages to lure students from other classes over , leave some respect and protection, can you?"

Unfortunately, 5 minutes later, girls from the next class suddenly appeared, sneaked into the box in twos and threes in the name of looking for friends, and more people wandered around the door to look around.

Qi Lin was not surprised. He excused that his throat was uncomfortable and sat under the stage, and only quietly encouraged Jiang Jue to come on stage and sing.

Two or three little girls with exquisite makeup next to him tried to talk to him, but they were all turned away lightly.

Jiang Jue was a little restrained when holding the microphone. He looked at the smiles of the students in the audience, and sang an English song with unsteady breath.

The voice is gentle and low, with a juvenile-specific freshness at the end.

Qi Lin sat under the stage and peeled the hot chestnuts absent-mindedly and watched him. It wasn't until Jiang Jue finished singing that he came back from the stage to sit down and felt vaguely that something was wrong with him.

He seems to be paying too much attention... to his roommate recently.

Cough, this is an emphasis on friendship, so don't think too much about it.

More and more people lined up to sing, and many of them ordered the famous songs from Qi Lin's first two albums, and started a fancy cover competition.

Some girls were afraid that he would not see them, so they took off their coats on the spot and began to dance hotly, twisting their waists and swaying their hips, and many boys whistled and applauded.

Jiang Jue's thoughts were all on the hot chestnut.

He didn't expect that KTV would be so noisy, people would shout at the top of their voices even to speak.

His nails were trimmed yesterday, and the freshly fried chestnuts were delicious but not easy to peel.

He was groping for a gap under the flickering light, and suddenly a warm, plump, sweet chestnut was stuffed into his palm.

Jiang Jue glanced sideways at Qi Lin, lip-synced a word of thanks, and accepted the feeding naturally.

Maybe he likes more than just marshmallows, but all kinds of sweet food?

From time to time, Qi Lin dealt with greetings and even toasts from other people, with a business-like smirk all the way, and at other times he leaned beside Jiang Jue, peeling chestnuts for him while listening to loud music.

The north wind whistling outside the building made it bone-chillingly cold, and the warmth in the private room made one feel a little lethargic.

They huddled in the crowd, listening to songs and eating chestnuts, with a strange feeling of being on vacation in a hidden world.

Qi Lin was sharp with his fingertips when he played the guitar, and he was even more agile when he peeled the chestnuts. At first, he put them in Jiang Jue's palm, and then he directly fed them one by one, which was quite smooth.

It's normal for boys to feed each other, and Jiang has always been a sick person, so the others don't think it's strange.

Many boys followed suit and begged him for chestnuts with a playful smile, and Qi Lin put the chestnuts into their hands with a smile.

It's just in the shell - you have to eat it and peel it off yourself.

More girls crowded in front of the karaoke stand, or began to compete for beauty and dance, and some even sang Qi Lin's English song in the folk singing method, which was short of expressing love in four languages.

Jiang Jue sank into the soft sofa, and after watching the excitement for a long time, he suddenly remembered who was sitting beside him.

He sat up a little more and looked at Qi Lin again.

A bag of chestnuts had already been eaten, and Qi Lin sat up straight when he saw him, subconsciously thinking whether to go out by himself and buy another bag for him.

"Go up and sing?" Jiang Jue suggested, "They all seem to be having a good time."

Although I don't seem to be fully integrated, the hot chestnuts are indeed very sweet.

Qi Lin blinked, moved closer and asked, "What do you want to hear?"

Veteran cadre Jiang waved his hand, saying that you can play your game.

As soon as he stood up, the girls started cheering and screaming—at first there were only a dozen or so from his own class, but six or seven more squeezed in behind him, sitting on the floor as the sofa was not enough, all quietly holding their phones Post on Moments and Weibo.

He picked out an old song, and his voice was husky and soft.

A soothing slow song like this is quite suitable for confession, and many people are shaking with the rhythm.

Jiang Jue didn't find the time to follow Huang, but he was also focusing on him under the beam of light.

His silhouette was covered with pure white light, and the bridge of his nose and lips looked like a teenager in an ancient Greek statue.

Every sound transition and breath exchange is handled properly, and the melancholy and lazy feeling in the blues also flows out with the sound.

"—And when I'm about to fall, somehow you're always waiting with."

Youropenarmstocatchme,

You're gonna save me from myself.

This was the last time they saw each other this year.

On the second day after returning to the dormitory from KTV, Jiang Jue was brought into the group by Wei Feng, arranged in advance to join the SPF trainee course, and began to practice vocal music in the morning and dance in the afternoon.

He needs to be able to complete at least two smooth dances and familiarize himself with all relevant materials before shooting starts in February.

Before Christmas was over, Qi Lin was also assigned to the crew, and began to watch cartoon-like storytelling every day, and communicate with the screenwriter and director about various issues.

Movies often have thousands of shots. Generally, during the shooting process, there will be special coordinators to arrange the films, distinguish the outdoor scenes from the inner studio scenes, and sort out and arrange the scenes in different seasons and weathers clearly.

The actors not only have to follow the crew to shoot in different environments, but the same lines of dialogue may have to be placed in multiple scenes, and they are shot over and over again until the best shot is found.

The bearded French director danced and danced when he spoke. Although he had communication barriers with most people, every time he explained the work, he spit and stared and gestured with his big hairy hands.

Xiao Qi was quite happy to meet an old acquaintance, Uncle Yu, while waiting in line for the filming to start.

Although Uncle Yu is now in his forties, his body and face are not inferior to any young people.

In order to play this mermaid, he shaved off the beard that he had grown for many years. At first glance, he still has the impression of a young boy who just debuted.

When Qi Lin had a full moon wine, the little golden lock on his neck was given by Yu Ren. As the former pillar of Hongguang Media, he has always had a good relationship with the bosses. come better.

"I really didn't expect that your kid would come to play my brother-in-law." Yu Ren put down the script full of marks and notes, and said casually: "There is still half an hour to play the first scene with Lao Jiang. Before you and her How do you feel about the play?"

Qi Lin's smile froze, and he said with difficulty: "It's a bit difficult."

"A little bit?" Yu Ren raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

"No...it's super difficult, okay?" Qi Lin rubbed his forehead and said in a low voice, "I originally thought that there wouldn't be too much pressure on the lines outside the venue."

Yu Ren burst out laughing, and nodded understandingly: "The first TV series I just debuted was with her."

From the moment Jiang Yanzhi entered the play, the rhythm was all in her hands.

From the eyes to the breath, from the speed of speech to the distance between the two.

Only when I am on the scene can I feel the horror of this tension and immersion.

That kind of airflow-like aggression and control without a sound is almost like a monster.

The author has something to say:

Yu Ren (shaking his head): No, she is a monster

bgm: "Saveme from myself"