Rebirth of the Long Night Starlight

Only now did Meng Yanchi know that there are two kinds of directors in this world, one is an angel like director Yue Guanlan, and the other is a devil like Li Zhen.

Meng Yanchi couldn't help but miss the film crew directed by Yue at that time.Director Yue is gentle, and he will not speak loudly unless it touches on a matter of principle.Even if there are a few inexperienced or stage-frightened actors, Director Yue will patiently give advice. He even jokes casually without putting on airs outside of work, and occasionally An Lingmo will come forward when he needs to make a bad face.

But in Li Zhen's group, even Li Zhen himself just sat casually on the sidelines supervising the formation, with a cup of drinking water on the small table at hand, but the whole scene was shrouded in a low air pressure that made it difficult to breathe.Li Zhen's work style is casual to the point of presumptuousness, he doesn't even draw the station positions, and he will suddenly change his lines from time to time. If they don't know his reputation, most people will think that this is some half-assed director messing around.

"Not bad, not bad. This makeup is pretty good, Jianzhou, what do you think?" Li Zhen raised his eyebrows and smiled as soon as he saw Meng Yanchi who had finished his makeup. He seemed to be quite satisfied with this appearance, and turned his head to look at it. To Luo Jianzhou behind him, the other party also responded with a smile of approval, only Meng Yanchi had a bitter face: "Director Li... this look is too ugly..."

Li Zhen squeezed his chin with a smile, picked up the cup at hand and took a sip. Before he could speak, Meng Yanchi smelled a faint smell of alcohol on his body, and his eyes, which were narrowed into slits, were wide open : The cup that looks like a teacup... is actually wine?

"Su Mohe is a little stutterer, little Yanchi, can you say a few words to listen to me?"

Li Zhen raised his eyebrows slightly, the glass of wine made his cheeks flush slightly, but his eyes were even more radiant, and the brilliance inside almost overflowed.At this moment, Meng Yanchi finally understood the biggest difference between Li Zhen and Young Master Ping: Young Master Ping is the kind of person who is always sober. ——He can't fall, and he will never allow himself to fall; Li Zhen's beauty is like wildfire in the mountains, once it is ignited, it will be unscrupulous.Ever since he heard Lin Suyu's gossip that day, Meng Yanchi searched for information about Li Zhen.Regarding Li Zhen's life experience, there are different opinions and different versions, but some narratives are exactly the same.The third son Li, who was famous in the capital at that time, heir to the family's jadeite right to buy wine, lying drunk and lying on Suxue painting red plums.He drinks too much but wants to get drunk, and when he gets drunk, he won't let anyone help him, so he insists on running to lie down in the ice and snow.When people found it, they were almost frozen to death, but the clothes under them were covered with a picture of blooming plum blossoms and proud snow. The original painting has been lost long ago, and now only imitation is available.People who have seen the original have almost the same evaluation on the imitation: the shape is still seventy to eighty percent, and the spirit is not [-]% or [-]%.

Even after many years, the young man who drank and sang now has gray hair, but he is still as thrilling as strong wine.Meng Yanchi couldn't help but imagine what a clean-eyed person Li Zhen must have been when he was young, and suddenly understood why Young Master Ping proposed to divorce Ji Feiyang: Who can be tempted by such a person? Such an enemy, who can have enough chance of winning?

"I, I... I... I don't know... Li, Director Li, you can't do this..." Hearing Li Zhen say this suddenly, Meng Yanchi felt his tongue knotted.Meng Yanchi didn't realize that he had been tricked until there was a burst of laughter from the surrounding crowd, and even the most honest Luo Jianzhou couldn't hold back.Li Zhen in front of him was holding a glass of wine, his eyes were full of jokes, "Xiaoyanchi, today is the first scene, you should have read the content beforehand. I hope you are mentally prepared and don't let me down."

first play.

Meng Yanchi silently recalled the lines that he had memorized several hours ago in his heart, weaving the pictures drawn by the words in his mind.This story happened in TW in the 70s. When the camera describes that era, it is usually covered with a yellowish halo, which makes the figures at the alley very long.Under the low wall after feasting and feasting, you may even be able to hear the dripping water on the eaves; the heels of your shoes are beating on the broken brick road, it is already midnight, and the small red lanterns are trembling in the wind on the small windows of the attic. It's been the same for ten years, and maybe the next decade will be the same.

Whenever there is such an alley, there are always such lanterns.Different from the flowers and beautiful faces with clearly marked prices on the other side of the wall, only regular customers who have a glimpse of the door will know whether there are pearls hidden deep in the box behind the half-open doors on these winding paths.

No registration required, no real name required.Naturally, there are grades and grades in this circle. The small group of people at the top often go in and out of luxurious places in a grand manner; Xiaolou, a group that doesn't easily show their faces even during the day.Most of them have no status and have no other way of earning a living except this job.Except for a very small number of people who are taken away by wealthy people by chance, most of them have only repeated the same fate generation after generation.

Qu Zhengyang didn't know why he chose this door.Maybe it was because the red lantern was old and mottled, maybe the door knocker on it reminded him of the impression he had when he was a child, but when he stepped into the room, he immediately regretted it: In this street, this shop is undoubtedly the worst brothel.The long wooden table had been covered with oil stains and nicks, and the stale air was filled with the smell of inferior tobacco and powder.A large group of men with strong accents focused their eyes on the woman who was dancing in the arena, staring at her trembling breasts and buttocks, even the heavy powder makeup could not cover the wrinkles on her face and neck.

He found a vacant seat by the bar and sat down, immediately attracting the attention of several people.Although he deliberately concealed his identity-changed his work uniform, took off his glasses, didn't even carry a wallet, only put cash in his pocket, but compared with those drunk vulgar guys, he was like a It was the dove among the sparrows, clean and silent.

He ordered a glass of beer. Compared with the cloudy wine glass, the bony hand holding it was as beautiful as a work of art, so that the wine girl with big breasts and fat buttocks was dazzled by these hands, " Sir, I haven't seen it before, is this the first time?"

She took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from her chest and lit it for him graciously.Qu Zhengyang did not refuse.Although the choking tobacco and body odor are even more pungent, but only in this way can he ignore the discomfort in this place.

When he took the cigarette, the bangs swayed slightly with the swing of his body, and a faint shadow covered the eyes under the bangs.Those eyes, different from the cloudy eyes of the men who came here to spend time and vent, were like the bright star in the coldest night, which made her feel cold all over, but a small fire gradually burned from the bottom of her heart.

"I'll give you a discount, how about the amount?"

She bit her lower lip and bent down in front of him, so that he could see more clearly the plump breasts that were almost unwrapped.The thin-looking man raised his eyes only slightly.She had never seen such deep and black eyes, the more indifferent and devoid of any desire, the more it made her agitated.She has already begun to imagine the white and slender fingers peeling off her clothes, and the vortex of desire slowly rolled up in the temperatureless pupils.

Even if it's lower... oh no, even if it's free.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of drinking, Qu Zhengyang inadvertently caught a glimpse of a small figure in the corner.

It's a boy.Although he avoided him as soon as he made eye contact, and didn't have time to catch more details, Qu Zhengyang can basically judge that his appearance is as useless as his thin body.

If I had to say something special... probably that look.He must have been paying attention to himself for a long time, otherwise it would be impossible for him to dodge the moment he turned his head; even though he hid himself, he could still feel a small scorching gaze on him—that child was still watching from somewhere with.

Can he see it? --interesting.

Qu Zhengyang smiled shallowly, rolled a large bill into a roll, and pushed it in front of those overly plump breasts, "I treat you with this glass of wine, help me bring that child here."

The child was not in a hurry to sit down, and lowered his head, but secretly glanced at Qu Zhengyang from the corner of his eyes from time to time, until he saw the wine girl's fat buttocks writhing when she left in anger and smiled wickedly.

"How old are you."

Qu Zhengyang narrowed his eyes slightly.It was only when he was in front of him that he could see clearly that the boy's actual age might be younger than what his appearance showed.The sallow complexion and hair due to malnutrition, not to mention the beautiful facial features, and the faint bruises on the inside of the arms——Qu Zhengyang claimed that he was not a gentleman, but he didn't want to cause any unexpected troubles, he frowned Head, just about to leave his seat——

"Sir, I'm 16, really." The boy sat on his lap as soon as his body softened, and his voice was soft and sweet, "I'm very clean."

Before Qu Zhengyang could react, the boy's hand had already touched his inner thigh, moving gently where it meets the sensitive part.Because of his thin body, it was just right to sit in Qu Zhengyang's arms. His hand was barely half the size of Qu Zhengyang's. While softly touching the most provocative part of the man, he secretly raised the corners of his eyes to look at him. look.

Just like a student who cheats, he is afraid that the teacher will find him, but he doesn't know that he is just trying to cover it up.

Obviously the technique is quite skilled, but this little trick completely missed the point.It was only then that Qu Zhengyang noticed that his fingertips trembled slightly, although it was only short - but he could see that he lost his mind from time to time.For a 16-year-old boy, his weight is really a bit too light, and sitting on his lap just now is not so much a coquettish flattery, it's more like - no strength to stand?

Qu Zhengyang laughed, and picked up the boy in his arms, "Make an offer. Dinner is not included.