Son of the Bone

It's almost the end of filming.

In terms of progress, it is the end, but the content of the filming is the first few scenes at the beginning of the movie.

Tan Taiming hadn't collapsed suddenly, and the queen hadn't found an entry point to break the game—it was as if the time top was flicked by the director, and everything returned to the starting point of the story.

They took six or seven photos in a row, but none of them passed.

Jiang Jue has already played out all the middle and late stages of the plot, and it is really difficult to find that kind of proud and unruly feeling at this moment.

Wearing a thick robe, he walked up and down the white marble steps in the palace over and over again, and his back was soaked when he walked to the back, but he still failed to satisfy the director.

"No, you have to be irritable—you have to be inflated, you have to make people feel his vigorous ambition!" Jiang Sun went to tell him a play, and personally put on the expression of a powerful official, walking vigorously every step of the way, as if It's like the return of a victorious general.

Jiang Jue observed the director's expression and steps, and went over to try to walk again.

"No! It still looks too steady and humble." Jiang Sun shook his head and said, "Don't you feel inflated? Very impetuous! Even your steps must be empty! You want that kind of feeling of being proud and showing off!"

At this time, Tantai Ming didn't know that his daughter was about to be diagnosed with a terminal illness, nor did he know that the empress was about to kill him, and he was still in the most glorious and carefree state in his life.

Jiang Jue really couldn't feel it.

It's not that he can't be substituted, it's not that he has never played a role in this state.

He has died with that character in the past few months.

From the fall, to the anti-kill, to the fall to the altar again, Tantaiming died with hatred after several ups and downs.

Now the crew has arranged the schedule to replay the youthful spirit at the beginning of the story, and he really can't act it out.

As soon as Jiang Jue saw the robe, as soon as he saw the prosperous scene, the scene of Tantai Ming calmly dying in his mind automatically jumped out.

Difficult and painful emotions resurfaced again, and he smiled quite formulaically, unable to return to the state of the young man who was promoted three ranks in a row.

"One more." Jiang Fal sat back and roared with a horn: "Be happy! Let's get louder!"

Jiang Jue took a deep breath, and strode forward at the moment the sound of hitting the board was heard.

Before he could walk halfway up the steps, Jiang Sun's voice yelled out from the loudspeaker: "Crap! Don't shoot!"

Looking back, Jiang Jue felt countless pairs of eyes staring at him at this moment, and the feeling of shame and embarrassment also rose at the same time.

How could he mess up again.

"Xiao Jiang, this is not a popcorn movie." Jiang Falcon came up and scolded, "It's not something that can be finished simply by looking at it - it needs delicate emotional expression, and multi-layered character creation!"

"Sorry……"

"I'm sorry, it's useless. This kind of feeling can't be played into arrogance and domineering, and it can't be played into humility and gentleness. It just needs to be aggressive and impetuous at the same time." Jiang Sun felt that he had said it several times. After watching him for a long time, suddenly Said: "You go back and rest. Today I will take pictures of other people first."

Jiang Jue's expression changed, and he felt as if he had been slapped in the face.

He didn't even have the courage to beg the director for another one, he just bowed hastily, bowed to the staff on the set, and went back to the dressing room.

The make-up artist followed him back and started removing his make-up and wig.

Jiang Jue's fingers were shaking.

He really couldn't find his status, and he couldn't show the director what he wanted.

The torment in his heart was hard to vent at this moment, and his pride and self-esteem began to torture himself like a backlash.

Bai Ping said a word before, but he never understood it.

"If you really want to enter the profession of an actor, if you want to eat this bowl of rice for real, no matter your face or your heart, you can no longer belong to yourself."

Even if there is an accident in your family, you are broken in love, or you are suddenly widowed, once you enter the play, the character must be ecstatic and joyful, and you must laugh from the bottom of your heart, no matter how painful you are, you must laugh with true emotion.

It's up to you to be calm and restrained - you can't act impetuous and expansive, and there are no reasons or excuses you can use to excuse it.

People really have to choose roles, and the word acting is not a panacea.

When a 60-year-old lady plays the role of a 15-year-old girl, even if her acting skills blow up, she will still make people play.

But no matter how fit your own role is, there will be a detached side in personality or emotion.

At this time, how to present him against his own nature is like forcibly breaking his heart into another shape.

Jiang Jue went back to the hotel and began to meditate to clear up all kinds of distracting thoughts in his mind.

But all kinds of memories about Tantai Ming and himself are all mixed together, like a school of fish spitting bubbles, they can't be driven away at all.

The door was knocked.

The hotel waiter stood cautiously at the door, holding a wallet in his hand: "Sir, is this yours?"

Although he didn't know Jiang Jue, he knew that the people living on this floor were all big shots.

"This is... my wallet." Only then did he realize that he had accidentally dropped something on the road.

It contained his ID card and student ID card, as well as several bank cards and credit cards. It would be very troublesome if they were lost.

"If you don't feel offended," Jiang Jue pulled out all the big bills in his wallet in front of him, and said gently, "This is a thank you tip."

"Is this - so much money!" The waiter was stunned, and he was a little afraid to ask for it: "This is worth a month's salary of mine, you are too polite!"

"Thank you very much." Jiang Jue insisted on handing over the wad of money to him: "Please accept it."

The man's face showed extremely restrained joy, and after earnestly thanking him, he turned around and hummed a song to clean other rooms.

Looking at his light footsteps, Jiang Jue's eyes changed.

He finally knew what it felt like.

What director Jiang wants is a sense of joy that is concealed.

Received a large and generous reward that he did not expect, just like suddenly knowing that he was promoted to three ranks in a row.

On the surface, I still have to pretend to be humble and calm, but the joy is not expressed with a straightforward smile——

It should be effulgent, with smiles in the eyes, and a sullen expression for fear that others will see it.

No matter how restrained he is, everyone can see it.

The waiter's footsteps were light and natural, and he was very happy after receiving a large reward.

That kind of footsteps can be imitated.

He was short of breath, hurriedly put on his coat, took the room card, and rushed out again.

Jiang Sun didn't change the studio here, and he was still shooting other shots in front of the palace, and the progress was not smooth.

While everyone was drinking coffee, Jiang Jue in modern attire suddenly trotted back, called Uncle Jiang loudly like a child, and motioned him to look at him.

He didn't even call out his costume, but walked directly to the side of the long steps, humming a little tune and started walking up.

Full of ambition and trying to hide it, even if there is no obvious smile on his face, the state of complacency and excitement is undoubtedly revealed from his footsteps and eyes.

After halfway through the walk, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Jiang Sun with a smile: "That's how it feels, right?"

That smug look was obviously Tantai Ming standing on it.

"At this time, I suddenly understood!" Jiang Yan scolded him with a smile, and waved: "Hurry up and change your clothes!"

On the other side, on the set of European and American Style Street.

"Come get ready!" The assistant director shouted at the extras, signaling them to start working as artificial backdrops.

It is definitely unrealistic to go to New York to occupy a street.

These style streets are all shells like setting boards. Walking inside, you can see the neon lights in the windows, as well as the storefronts of various hypermarkets and shopping centers. The tomes of foreign language documents look very cultured, but they are all exquisitely packaged in paper shells.

Among the extras are tall, thin, blond beauties, and black gangsters who look quite street-like.

Among them, some are holding a stack of groceries in kraft paper bags, some seem to be walking with three dogs on their hands, and some are holding their partners and smiling kindly, as if they came to go shopping together.

The assistant director has already arranged the scheduling of the group performances, letting them walk back and forth along the whole street, becoming blurred but real passers-by in the camera.

These passers-by can neither be placed a few meters apart like a catwalk, nor can they appear in groups to grab scenes in the camera. The specific interval between appearances is controlled by a special director to make the whole street look quite real.

Qi Lin's shoulders were still a little sore, but after confirming with the doctor, he tied up the wire and went into battle again.

Today we are going to film him accidentally missing while stealing important evidence, and he has to use various windows and neon lights to try to escape in the sky like a parkour.

"Group C! Start!" Bai Ping sat in front of the monitoring screen and commanded.

All kinds of pedestrians began to appear on the street one after another, young people with dogs chewing hot dogs, a few black people were talking and laughing while shopping.

The clerk at the coffee window was extremely busy, and several customers were impatient to wait.

In the flower shop, a noble lady walked out with a dog in her arms, and a servant behind her hurriedly followed with two bouquets of fresh cut flowers.

The streets, which had been lifeless like a set just now, came alive in an instant.

"Group A! Get ready for the camera!"

In the next second, the staff of Lavia pulled the rope vigorously at the same time. Qi Lin only felt his chest and waist being lifted suddenly, and he rose into the air, and began to touch the ivory white wall and pendulum staggeringly. Window With Flower Pots.

He has to complete many dangerous moves in mid-air, and he has been familiar with each of them for a long time in the practice room.

The only thing you can trust is your long-term practice.

Qi Lin adjusted his breathing rhythm and compared the jewelry that was OK.

The camera on the crane adjusts the angle, and the high-altitude photography drone makes a dramatic sound.

Three cameras are shooting his movements and expressions at different distances, and he has to jump from the seventh floor of the shopping center to the signboard of the flower shop under the chasing and throwing of the supporting characters, and finally jump into the car driven by his companions , successfully escaped.

As the signal lights came on, they started to act simultaneously.

His ribs hurt in Wei Yale, but Qi Lin showed a relaxed and provocative smile on his face. Amidst the exclamation of passers-by, he jumped off the railing and began to leap over obstacles on the high-altitude wall. escape.

The supporting characters behind him start throwing anything they can get their hands on, with their guns drawn, trying to hit him in the body as they awkwardly try to cut corners and catch up to him.

With the sharp flash of the gun, the flower pots with the detonators beside Qi Lin began to explode one after another, falling apart at his feet in an instant.

He quickly turned his head to glance at them, and quickened his pace to find a way to climb down.

With no footsteps, he grabbed the edge of the balcony with one hand, and the people in Ravia below worked hard to make him hang there stably.

The boy sideways avoided the shooting above his head, swung his long legs and fell onto the platform below, changed direction and continued to flee.

After this one was finished, Qi Lin's waist felt like it was about to break.

He was embarrassed to check whether he was injured in front of other people, so he only touched the bones around him following the pain.

Fortunately, the bones are all there.

This one is indeed dangerous and exciting. In order to ensure that it is both exciting and fun on the screen, they took several consecutive shots.

Even the staff who pulled the wire down like trackers changed twice.

When the work was over, Qi Lin slumped on the bench, not daring to touch his waist at all.

He suspected that once he took off his clothes, it would be green everywhere.

While drinking water and resting, there was an exclamation in the distance.

"It's Jiang Yanzhi—"

"Jianghuang! Is it really Jianghuang!"

Bai Ping was watching the replay on the monitor screen, but when he heard the movement, he looked up and saw his wife and children.

Jiang Yanzhi brought Jiang Jue over to visit the set together, and because they had been wearing costumes for too long, now both of them are completely bare-faced.

Jiang Yanzhi's skin is well maintained, smooth and shiny, but a few fine lines inevitably appear around the corners of his eyes.

Bai Ping casually explained a few words to his subordinates, and got up to meet them.

Externally, Jiang Yanzhi and Bai Ping have been close friends for many years, and they would cover up each other's relationship in interviews.

A more tactful person like Bai Ping, when asked about Jiang Yanzhi's emotional status, only changed the subject, saying that if he talked too much, he might not be able to invite her to act.

But Jiang Yanzhi's temperament is more straightforward, and sometimes he will admit it openly.

"I've seen Lao Bai's girlfriend—good eyesight, and that girl is pretty."

Bai Ping couldn't refute at this time, so he smiled with a stiff face: "Yes, my girlfriend is pretty, don't ask if it's not someone in my circle."

There is indeed nothing wrong with this statement. Bai Ping is from the director and screenwriter circle, and has nothing to do with Jiang Yanzhi.

When Qi Lin saw their family of three appearing in public for the first time, he felt a real sense of tension.

He even began to worry about how difficult it would be for the media if the three of them were exposed.

Unexpectedly, those two performed a Western-style kiss on the cheek in front of the crew, and no one thought there was anything wrong.

Jiang Yanzhi is almost on the verge of finishing.

She only needs to film another crying scene with Jiang Jue, and then she can fly to the island to bask in the sun for a vacation.

"Song of the Mermaid" has to be rendered frame by frame in the later stage, so it won't be released until at least May next year.

"Xiao Qi——Xiao Qi, come here." Bai Ping waved his hand at him: "Lao Jiang has booked a restaurant for us, we will take off our make-up and go together later."

Jiang Jue twitched his eyebrows when he heard the word Lao Jiang, and looked at Qi Lin who was still wearing makeup.

The two of them exchanged glances briefly, and then greeted politely.

This was the first time he saw Qi Lin since he came back from Shidu.

When he is not wearing makeup, he is gentle and pure, making people want to get closer.

And this rough style of makeup amplifies the aggressiveness of his eyebrows and eyes, and at the same time deepens the contours of his facial features, making him look more stern and mature with rising hormones.

This makeup polished off his warm breath, and he looked rather aloof.

...It's really pretty.Jiang Jue couldn't help but look at him again.

It would be great if my nose was so straight.

"Thank you, Aunt Jiang." Qi Lin said obediently, "I'm going to remove my makeup now."

"What's your name, Aunt Jiang!" The assistant director next to him teased, "Emperor Jiang is so young, he looks like a 23-year-old rookie, she's called Sister Jiang!"

Jiang Jue's breath was stagnant, and he made a note to the assistant director without any trace.

Qi Lin thought to himself that he really wanted to call out how messed up Sister Jiang's seniority and relationship were, so he just smiled and slapped a haha ​​before fleeing to take off his makeup.

When I got to the car, the atmosphere became even more strange.

Bai Ping is not only a road idiot, but also has a terrible sense of direction. It is said that he has been lost abroad more than once, and Jiang Yanzhi has found it himself every time——

Every time he got lost, he would run to various weird places in strange ways, and once he even lost all the way from the subway station to the cemetery.

It was really not easy for Jiang Yanzhi to find him every time.

Later, Jiang Jue was born, and the couple unanimously hoped that the little boy could share the work of driving, and sent him to a driving school as soon as he was old.

Then I found out that this kid followed his father.

I usually memorize more than ten pages of lines smoothly and never make mistakes, but when I step on the clutch and put into gear, I can cry out anxiously, and I don’t know the left and right, the accelerator and the brake, and I don’t care about the signal lights. I am as irritable as a coach. He didn't dare to let him touch the steering wheel, and called to ask if the full tuition refund would be possible.

Jiang Yanzhi was driving the car to find where the restaurant was. The two children were sitting in the back seat with serious expressions on their faces, and the father of the child was thinking about it in the co-pilot.

"Does Xiao Qi have any allergies or taboos?" Jiang Yanzhi glanced at the two children sitting upright in the rearview mirror, turned the steering wheel and said, "Don't be nervous, I just came out to improve the food."

Qi Lin responded, and said seriously: "I can eat anything, it's fine."

Jiang Jue followed suit and nodded.

Bai Ping turned around and glanced at the two of them, and suddenly asked, "Does Xiao Qi snore at night?"

Jiang Jue vaguely felt that this was a trap question and shook his head.

"Are you honest when you sleep?" Bai Ping turned his head and continued to look at the road conditions, and said casually, "You don't know how to kick the quilt."

Jiang Jue was about to answer casually, but Qi Lin took the lead and said, "No pedaling, I basically don't move much when I'm asleep."

Only then did someone realize that this question seemed to be impossible to answer casually.

"Here, the restaurant is here." Jiang Yanzhi found a parking space, and said casually while in reverse gear: "By the way, did your parents let you fall in love?"

Qi Lin blinked, and his heart started beating wildly.

Sitting behind the couple, he felt that the rope above his head was always hanging, and he didn't dare to be careless for a second.

"Let it go." He whispered: "The family generally doesn't interfere with this."

Fortunately, there was no further torture.

Jiang Jue originally thought that he had already left work, but now he was sitting at the table watching the whole process, not saying a word, acting calm and normal.

Qi Lin originally thought that he would be interrogated for various details, but he didn't expect the couple to start talking about what happened to each other on the set, and the atmosphere became more and more harmonious and natural.

The problem was that their two peers and roommates just stayed here without any communication during the whole process, and they seemed embarrassed to talk about anything else.

When the meal and orange juice were finally served, the two children finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Jue had been tossing around all day, so hungry that he didn't have the mood to chat.

He took a sip of the orange juice, put the glass next to Qi Lin's, and began to join their conversation.

Qi Lin gradually began to try to chat a few words, making the couple laugh out loud from time to time.

"By the way, you two still remember to prepare for the CET-[-] exam." Jiang Yanzhi remembered something and said, "I'm afraid I won't have the chance to go back to take the exam at the end of this year, but if there is no film appointment in the first half of next year, it's more convenient to take the exam as soon as possible— —After all, the school has strict requirements.”

"Both of them speak good English, so there should be no problem." Bai Ping cut the snail and said, "Do you still need to prepare?"

"Our foreigner friend, Christine, remember?" Jiang Yanzhi raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and cut the lamb chops and said, "A real British person——I gave her the sixth-grade test paper for fun, and I almost missed it." pass!"

Jiang Jue seemed to have thought of something, put down his knife and fork and said, "My grade [-] composition was quite low last time, maybe the grammar is too casual."

"My grammar is very good." Qi Lin said casually: "I will make it up for you later?"

Bai Ping observed his son, and found that he gave him a reflexive glance, and then began to formulate his refusal.

"It's okay, both of you happen to be free tonight, so it would be great to have a chat together." Jiang Yanzhi glanced at the white wine in her husband's glass, looked at them and said, "How about some dessert?"

"Do you want to drink some wine?" Qi Lin gradually became more courageous: "I also brought a driver's license. I have driven the car for two years and have been on the highway. I can drive everyone back later."

Jiang Jue froze for a moment, showing envious eyes for the first time: "You know how to drive?"

"Huh?" Qi Lin looked at him and said, "It's easy to learn."

Ms. Jiang smiled and ordered a glass of sweet wine too.

The family finally needs an extra driver.

On the way back, the positions of the four of them were reversed, the couple sat in the back row, and Jiang Jue sat in the co-pilot.

From the time Qi Lin began to skillfully shift gears and turn the steering wheel, Jiang Jue watched him drive like he was studying magical creatures.

Qi Lin did this quite smoothly, and even the parking space was quite smooth after returning to the hotel.

Jiang Jue watched him all the way with bright eyes.

"What's the matter with you?" Qi Lin couldn't hold back, smiled and patted his head.

"Xiao Jue has always thought that people who can drive are the same as having superpowers." Jiang Yanzhi quite understood the mental journey of Lu Chi and his son: "He thinks you are awesome."

Jiang Jue actually nodded, and added: "I learned it twice and almost drove the car into the river."

-2-

After the two pairs separated, some conversations really started.

Qi Lin complied with the couple's invitation and went back to the room with Jiang Jue to reminisce about the past.

After sending them back to the room, Qi Lin whispered: "Your parents are really friendly, and they didn't ask me any embarrassing questions."

Jiang Jue didn't realize that what he was eating was steak braised in red wine, and he was already a little dizzy at the moment.

"I think they've already found out." He felt a little shaking, and unconsciously grabbed Qi Lin's arm, trying to stabilize himself: "Maybe they found out when they got in the car."

Qi Lin realized that the temperament of this guy was not right, and suddenly remembered that a lot of good wine seemed to be put in the steak to enhance the smell.

Wait - can this be tricked too? !

He helped him back to the room, and helped him find a towel dipped in hot water to wipe his face.

Jiang Jue nestled into his arms very naturally, and leaned over to kiss his face lightly.

"Juejue?" Qi Lin asked tentatively, "Do you feel okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Jiang Jue nodded dizzily and said, "I also like to eat little rabbits."

How dangerous it is for you to be drunk by a stranger.

Qi Lin let him nestle in his arms, wiped his neck and the back of his ears for him, and vaguely smelled the aroma of sweet wine again.

"Do you want to do something together?" Jiang Jue raised his head to look at him: "You can do anything."

His eyes began to be covered with mist, and even his voice was strangely sweet and soft.

"and many more."

Qi Lin suddenly thought of something, picked up the notebook next to him, tore a few pages, and handed the blank paper to him: "Can you origami?"

"Yes." Jiang Jue nodded and said, "What do you want? Pikachu?"

Qi Lin was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously repeated: "Can you stack Pikachu?"

The next second, the boy in his arms began to press the lines and bend the corners neatly, and a Pikachu was folded out in the blink of an eye.

No... what does it mean to light up the skill tree when you are drunk? !

"Eat rabbits?" Jiang Jue vaguely felt that he wanted to make something for himself, so he took the hot towel and folded a rabbit with long ears.

He tilted his head and looked at Qi Lin's expression, thinking why he was not satisfied, reached out and took another piece of paper and began to fold the penguins.

Qi Lin touched his forehead and leaned over to kiss him.

"I don't want to eat little rabbits." He said softly.

On the other end, Bai Ping and Jiang Yanzhi fetched a basin of hot water and soaked their feet by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He felt that he was about to enter the age of retirement.

"Speaking of which, how did you confirm it?" He lit a cigarette and reached out his hand to smoke for his wife first.

When she was in the restaurant, she gave herself a look, which meant that the confirmation was over.

"Cup." Jiang Yanzhi rubbed his chin and said, "The two of them packed really well—but did you see where Xiaojue put the cup?"

After he finished drinking, he casually put the glass next to Qi Lin's.

The two glasses are stuck together.

The two seem to be friends who keep a distance, but it is quite interesting that the cups are pasted together and left the table without being separated.

Halfway through her sentence, she leaned over to take another puff of the vain cigarette, and leaned on his shoulder to soak her feet in peace.

"It's about to start getting old."

Jiang Yanzhi never thought about smoking, but working on the set was really hard.

Sometimes filming takes place from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] am. It is easy to cry once, but difficult to cry ten times.At the end of crying, the eyes and the back of the head hurt together, and I had to bite the bullet and get another one.

There was nowhere to release all the drowsiness and stress, and only such choking and spicy things could keep her awake in the second half of the night.

Twenty years ago, when the movie was finished and parting, he gave her a pack of Shiratori, which he used to smoke.

And then never quit.

Qi Ding was bored in the waiting room, flipping through the news on his mobile phone, and when he got tired of reading, he went to Moments again.

Colleagues and friends are naturally posting various work-related things, whether they are celebrating that XXX TV series has surpassed [-] million viewers, or they are looking for personal assistants and agents.

He flipped through his fingers and saw a circle of friends posted by his wife.

"Fifteen hours of overtime work for patients with rare diseases

Fortunately, both mother and child are safe:)』

In the photo, several doctors fell asleep on the bench in surgical gowns, and didn't even have the energy to take a hot bath.

In the past 20 years, she has lived such a life almost all the time, and the time between the two of them is very little.

Only in the few years when Qi Lin was born, it seemed like he was on a honeymoon every day.

After all, life is going to return to being busy and ordinary.

He looked at the circle of friends posted by his director Wu for a long time, smiled and wanted to reply, but finally deleted those long-winded and hypocritical words, and only gave her a like.

The plane is about to take off.

The two assistants next to him were busy playing with their phones, and no one chatted with him.

Mr. Qi sighed, and began to think about how to open the next meeting when he went back, when the phone suddenly vibrated.

"Dad!" Qi Lin's voice appeared on the other end: "I saw you on TV! Are you holding a communication conference in New York?"

"Linlin?" Qi Ding laughed subconsciously: "Did you see it?!"

"I saw you won the award! Didn't they award you one of the top ten outstanding figures?" Qi Lin said with a smile: "Your suit looks so good! Order me one too!"

"I'll take you back to Italy next time!" Qi Ding's heart warmed a lot, and he said proudly, "I'm still giving a speech in English, has it been broadcast on TV?"

"It's been broadcast, the pronunciation is very good." Qi Lin held back a smile and said, "Be careful on the road, I won't be long-winded."

"I know, I know." Qi Ding pretended to be impatient and said, "Go do your work!"

"Okay, okay!" Qi Lin paused, looked at Jiang Jue who was sleeping on his lap, and said in a gentle voice: "I went to dinner with Jiang Jue and his family today, I miss you and my mother. "

"Isn't there no way to come back for the New Year?" Qi Ding moved to the back of the queue and decided to be the last one to get on the plane: "It just so happens that your mother and I are on annual leave in March, and we will make up for it at that time—let's go to the grassland to roast a whole lamb!"

"Okay, then I'll wait." Qi Lin said with a smile, "You take care of yourself too, bye."

It's nice to have family.

As soon as December arrives, Jiang Jue will be done.

Jiang Yanzhi was one step ahead of him, and had already packed his suitcase and returned abroad.

When it was his turn to wrap up, even if all the champagne and flowers came, it would still be like a dream.

Originally, the contract was negotiated until February next year, but everyone in the production team cooperated quite tacitly. The scene between him and his mother went smoothly, and everything went much faster than expected.

"Okay, let's go back to school and study with peace of mind." Jiang Sun patted him on the shoulder with his heavy palm: "Practice the performance for a few more years, and I will ask you to shoot in the future!"

"Thank you Director Jiang!" Jiang Jue hugged his arms full of flowers, feeling rather flattered.

He really doesn't have to write short essays anymore.

There is no need to go around in circles in Bailuan City every day to find a feeling.

Not to mention practicing monologues in front of the camera every day looking for emotions-this feeling is even better than graduating!

Before leaving Zhuqian, he had one more person to say goodbye to.

Father was too busy, so naturally he didn't have time to chatter.But Qi Lin specially asked for half a day off for him.

"You leave early, just have more time to go to the road show and take the announcement." Qi Lin helped him tidy up his collar and hem, quite reluctant: "I still have to shoot in this ghost place for three months... until March Only then can I leave, and I won’t even be able to pass Christmas.”

"Soon." Jiang Jue stared at him and said, "I will miss you."

"Wait a minute." Qi Lin remembered something, and took out some origami from the cabinet: "Do you remember this?"

In his palm stood an origami Pikachu, and a pair of little penguins, one pink and blue and the other pure white. "

"You...folded one like that?" Jiang Jue tentatively said, "The stacked one looks pretty good."

"You really don't remember?!" Qi Lin tried to make him observe more: "You folded this yourself when you were drunk!!"

"Stop joking." Jiang Jue laughed and said, "I can't even stack paper cranes, how can I do this?"

Qi Lin looked at him with a strange expression for a long time, and after carefully putting away the three souvenirs, he turned around and hugged him.

"As soon as the movie is released, you will officially debut." When he hugged him, warmth and stability were also conveyed.

"If you become more and more famous in the future, you will encounter more and more things."

Qi Lin couldn't judge or confirm anything, but he still couldn't help but warn him what he had been thinking about for a long time.

His voice is gentle and firm, with a unique strength.

"Jiang Jue, no matter how scared you are, I will always be here."

"When you encounter something that cannot be judged, you must tell me."

Jiang never heard Qi Lin speak to him in such a mature and solemn tone.

He hugged Qi Lin back and patted him on the back.

He still only has a vague impression of the word "fame" as a bystander.

In the past ten years, his parents protected him in an anonymous living environment. Even if he appeared on the stage of a drama, it was just a familiarity in a small circle of people.

A movie... shouldn't change anything.

"Okay, I'll remember it all." He smiled, let go of Qi Lin and said, "I'm leaving."

Qi Lin stared at him with gentle and doting eyes.

"See you next year."