Son of the Bone

Jiang Jue waited for a long time on the set.

He came in a hurry, didn't bring any books, and didn't plan to play with his mobile phone, so he quietly watched them take pictures one after another.

Qi Lin only had time to exchange pleasantries with him for a few minutes, and for the sake of the overall progress of the crew, he and Bai Ping returned to the camera when the time was up.

Time passed little by little, and gradually arrived in the early morning.

Qi Lin was very attentive during the performance, he didn't even look at Jiang Jue again during the intermission, he just stayed on the stage and had his lines with everyone.

The spotlights illuminated the place like daytime, and the snow outside the shed kept falling, and the spring was warm inside the shed, and pedestrians were like weaving.

Jiang Jue hid among the crowd, silently accompanying them until the end of the night.

Qi Lin and others finally changed their clothes and went out of the play, already too tired to speak.

For the sake of the movie effect, he may have to repeat every scene during filming to find the feeling, and he is close to aphasia when he can finally call it a day.

He wiped off the sweat all over his body, changed into clean clothes, opened the door and saw Jiang Jue sitting on the bench next to him.

The latter couldn't help laughing when he saw him, and handed him a cup of hot cocoa to keep him warm.

The driver is already waiting not far away, ready to take them back to the hotel to rest at any time.

"Do you want to walk back together?" Qi Lin said suddenly, "It's snowing outside."

Jiang Jue thought for a while, put on the woolen cap, and nodded.

They still dare not hold hands in public, but it is not easy to walk through the snow together.

The light under the street lamps was dim, and the snow had already accumulated quite thickly, and there would be a soft crunching sound when stepped on.

The two of them walked back slowly, allowing Feixue to spin and circle around their sides. Sometimes they would give each other a hand when they lost ground, but they quickly withdrew their hands.

It was a rather lonely late night, and everything seemed to have changed.

"Look at that." Qi Lin paused, pointing to a dark spot in the distance.

"That's Bailuan City?" Jiang Jue subconsciously said, "Everyone is leaving."

When he was here, there were still many people carrying equipment and props in and out, and the birds were chirping in the shade of the green trees. Now that piece of palace city is completely dark, with no lights at all.

The prosperity and spring spirit of the past have all disappeared.

Jiang Jue stood still for a few seconds, then turned to look at Qi Lin: "Do you think that time is like this?"

Everyone is engulfed by this torrent, meeting and parting in a hurry along the way, constantly encountering various people or things, but there will still be a day when we separate.

But it is really precious to be able to meet such a you, to be able to walk side by side with you for a while in the snowy night, even if we have to go alone in the future.

Qi Lin touched his cold face with a gentle expression: "This is also a regrettable and beautiful part of it, isn't it?"

Jiang Jue looked at the Bailuan City that had returned to darkness and silence from afar, and the time when he walked along the palace wall while reciting his lines in summer came back to his mind.

He looked to the front of the road and walked on.

"Ah."

By the time we got back to the hotel, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Instead, Qi Lin couldn't bear to sleep.

"I also brought something here." Jiang Jue took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to him: "Look at this?"

"Hey—it's Yuba!" Qi Lin's eyes lit up: "Together?!"

"Okay."

Boiling hot water began to be put in the bathtub, and they sat on both sides of the triangular bathtub, rubbing the painted mud-like bath bar into pieces together and sprinkled it in.

The moment the gushing hot water splashed out, it immediately aroused glowing bubbles, and with the continuous injection of water, it was obvious that there were more and more bubbles.

The aroma of platycodon mixed with freesia is also lingering, and before the water is half full, those big cloud-like bubbles almost overflow the bathtub.

Before Jiang Jue met him, he liked the smell of mint.

Fresh and cool, it smells like no color on your mind.

But since Qi Lin broke into his life and began to experience various things with him, and gave him a large bouquet of emerald lavender bellflowers in the background, it seemed that various colors flooded into his life.

"Come in quickly—ah, the water is so hot!" Qi Lin sank into the bathtub, held his hand and helped him in: "I was super sleepy at first, but now I feel refreshed and can go out for a few laps."

Jiang Jue carefully touched a pool of hot water, and was surrounded by countless bubbles the moment he sat down: "Hiss..."

"Did you wake up in an instant!" Qi Lin rubbed a lot of bubbles on his face, then sniffed his arm: "I smell so good."

"Plant essential oils are added to this, which can help sleep and calm the mind." Jiang Jue groped and sat on his shoulder, sighing comfortably: "It would be great if there is this in the dormitory."

"Then everyone will rush to sleep in the dormitory." Qi Lin laughed.

He began to tell him his story on the set, squeezed the big group of bubbles into various shapes, and complained about various things half helplessly and half funny.

Qi Lin has never played or experienced such a role.

Loan's identity wanders between the police and criminals, and his views on good and evil and morality are constantly being impacted.

When he returned to the status of a criminal and reunited with those people, his whole person seemed to be depraved uncontrollably, and even his behavior was uncontrollably moving closer to the dark side.

But when he put on the police uniform and entered the environment of absolute order and light, it was as if a person covered in sin suddenly entered the church, and began to involuntarily want to wash away all the dirt from his heart to his hands.

Bai Ping specially rented a small church for Qi Lin, even if all the scenes in the church have been filmed, he can sit alone on the pews in the church to adapt to the role and identity.

Later, Qi Lin himself felt that it was not him who was sitting in the church, but the double-faced man living in contradiction and longing.

"I used to think that acting in a movie was a realization of self-worth," Qi Lin said slowly, trapped in bubbles and hot water: "But the more I get into the characters and experience their emotions and lives, the more I feel... This is also a way.”

Show the joys and sorrows to all beings, tear apart the light and darkness for them, and let them see countless ways of living, and the final choices of people in different situations.

What a sacred and missionary job this is.

"Sometimes when I'm acting by myself, I feel like I'm lost—it's like I can't see the boundary between good and evil." Qi Lin took a deep breath: "Then I walked into the pure white church, Go see the statue of Jesus."

For a moment, even he himself longed to be redeemed.

He straightened up and looked at Jiang Jue, whose eyes were half-closed: "If commercial films are so deep—how ​​would it feel like the dramas and movies you have acted in?"

Jiang Jue opened his eyes and suddenly said, "Qi Lin."

"Hey?"

"Do you feel... that we are exchanging and experiencing each other's lives?"

Qi Lin thought about it seriously, and replied: "I might really go to a drama in order to experience life in the future."

He became more and more infatuated with this feeling.

Even if there are countless cameras facing him, even if there are many people standing outside the field watching him.

But once entering the role, it seems to have a new life and a new freedom.

When he was Qi Lin, he had to pay attention to his words and deeds all the time, and he had to smile at any time like a pottery puppet.

But when he became Loan, he was a wild and unruly snitch in the market, never caring about other people's eyes.

This sense of detachment is truly addictive.

They talked together in the quilt until midnight, and spent the whole day on the set. When Sunday came, they hugged and bid farewell, and went their separate ways.

A weekend passed so quickly, when the plane landed at Shidu Airport again, it was as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Jue returned to Shi Theater, waved goodbye to Ji Ji who was driving the nanny car, and turned to go up to the fourth floor.

At the door of room 404, a boy was leaning against the wall and playing with his mobile phone. When he saw him, he froze for a moment and showed a big smile.

"Jiang Jue?"

He has dyed short dark chestnut hair, big and round eyes, and has a lively and outstanding feeling like an elf.

His dressing style is different from Jiang Jue Qi Lin's - the coat is stitched with bold contrasting colors, and the string of metal rings and rings on his hands are all shiny.

When Jiang Jue looked at him, he realized that there were several girls gathered not far away, and they even took out their mobile phones.

——The ones they photographed were not themselves, but the boy.

"I'm Lin Jiuguang, a freshman." The little idol picked up the snack in his hand, and tilted his head to look at him with a smile: "I've filmed four or five TV dramas before, and also acted in supporting roles in movies."

"Your performance of Yue Yu is really amazing - I watched it several times in the cinema."

"Thank you." Jiang Jue approached the door of the room, realizing that he had tidied up all the scattered gifts at the door.

"Can we make friends?" Lin Jiuguang held the small gift in front of him.

The mango cheese pan looks smooth and elastic, exuding a faintly sweet aroma.