Rebirth is waiting for you to torture me

He doesn't like to talk to people very much, but he is not a difficult person to get along with. When you talk to him, he may not answer every sentence, but he will listen to every sentence and never ignore others. At least Han Qiubai was never ignored by him at that time.

He conveyed his friend's request to Xiao Xun, but was rejected as expected.

Xiao Xun said, I'm sorry, because of family reasons, the elders have trained me, so I can't show my face in public.

When he was talking about the family, his eyes dimmed. Han Qiubai thought he was having conflicts with his family, so he was embarrassed, scratched the back of his head and said, "That's it, it's okay, don't feel burdened, I am too embarrassed to refuse a friend's request, just Let me ask you, if you can't participate, I'll just refuse him.

Xiao Xun looked at him coldly, and said, abuse a good person.

……

Later, when I was with Xiao Jingliu, there was a similar thing. Although it was not his request, someone abruptly wanted to invite Xiao Jingliu to act. At that time, he was surprised that Xiao Jingliu still had such charm in middle age. Behind him, the shadow guard respectfully replied, "It's nothing, it only happens once in a while, sir, I haven't seen the Patriarch when he was young, so it's really annoying."

People in the underworld are not proud of being frequently harassed by talent scouts, that’s not a skill, appearances are never the focus of their concern, good or bad looks are only used by people on the road to fight with each other when they ridicule each other Useful, they don't care if it's a skill, they call it an annoyance.

He remembered that he asked Xiao Jingliu specifically, did you think about acting when you were young?So many people are looking for you to be a star, have you never been tempted?

Xiao Jingliu glanced at him, and said flatly, that members of the underworld Xiao family have no reason to be actors.

The man paused, then squinted at him with his long eyes drawn in ink and wash, and said, even if you want to act, it's impossible.

……

It was obviously impossible, how could it suddenly become possible?

113

The paper on the calendar is turned over page by page. There are a lot of homework to be done every day. After finishing today’s work, there will be new ones tomorrow;

So is work, so is life.

Day after day, a repetitive and numb life, I don't know when it will end.

Some are lost, some are at a loss, some are fallen, and some are destroyed.

Gradually forget the original self, and also forget the original you.

Standing on the moving bus, right at the door, holding the long iron pole on the right, looking at the bustling street outside the window, with indescribable pessimism in his eyes.

There is a huge crowd, and I can't find my place.

I don't like the current self who is drifting with the crowd, and I don't like you who only know how to deal with and go along with it now. I want to go to a place without you and meet a new story there.

Passengers around me came and went, got up and down, and at some point in the car, it became empty, but I didn't notice it.

There is a beautiful scene on the corner of the street outside the car window. It is the elementary school students who have just finished school, wearing cute school uniforms, holding hands and crossing the road under the leadership of the teacher.

Seeing those children, I suddenly wanted to go back to the past, to the pure and kind self who had not lost enthusiasm and dreams, and wanted to go back to a carefree childhood where I didn’t need to worry about tomorrow’s food, lodging and countless trivial matters.

Maybe this is my dream, an impossible dream, so when I found out, it was like opening the door of a fairy tale, under the mischief of the gods, on this bus I want to get away from you In the car, I changed back to my childhood appearance.

In the empty car, apart from the driver, there was only me and one other person.

He is very young, the appearance of a college student, or a high school student, too young for me to see his real age.

He is tall, wearing a baseball cap, carrying a hiking bag, with one hand in his coat pocket, and the other on another long iron post on the left side of the car door, separated from me by a certain distance. on both sides of the door.

He is full of quiet and free pure love, youthful and beautiful.

Even if the age has changed, I can recognize him at a glance——

It turned out that you were so beautiful.

114

"how?"

Yue Yun and Qiu Donglei stared at Xiao Jingliu and Han Qiubai.

After a few days of filming, the two of them are the most tiring, discussing ideas every day, drawing storyboards, writing notebooks, talking about directing, filming, editing, post-production... everything must be supervised.

As of today, the shots needed for the two MVs are almost shot.

"Starlight" is almost complete, and the post-production is done, only the details are missing. After watching it, several people think it is good, and there is no need to reshoot a single shot.

"Meet Another You" has the advantage of being filmed a day later than "Starlight", and the content is more troublesome than "Starlight", so the last outdoor scene was not filmed.

However, Yue Yun and Qiu Donglei were in high spirits, and after finishing "Starlight", they felt that it was not enough, so they cut out a small clip with the existing ones, and just after they were finished, they pulled the two protagonists over to admire and wait for comments.

Han Qiubai was actually a little terrified.

When he first heard this song and had the urge to shoot the MV of this song, he didn't have too much consciousness and thoughts. He just felt that the lyrics of this song were written especially for him.

How should I put it, sometimes the works written by authors or poets may not necessarily be their personal experience, but the content of the works will resonate with many people, and those who have read and read can empathize.

This is the charm of literary works.

The lyrics of this song are the same, the lyricist may just be imaginative or out of imaginings or the current situation of life, and wrote the lyrics with such a feeling, but it is different for Han Qiubai.

He really met another "you".

With the filming of the MV, his mood went up and down. Now that he sees the post-synthesis clips, he can't help being surprised. The resonance and sense of substitution are too strong, so strong that it is a bit scary.

"It's a bit cumbersome, you can cut it more carefully." The person who spoke was Xiao Jingliu.

The author has something to say: It’s another desperate effort to return my brain cells! ORZ~~~~

I saw the mine of classmate 473031, thank you, dear >3<, Lei is not good at commenting, is it right, let’s mention it here~

If everyone is happy watching, I will be happy~~~~>3

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38. Chapter 38...

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What I should be most grateful to is God, if it wasn't for the face of the old man who sent me a few sunny days, I am afraid that the shooting of these two MVs would not be so smooth.

"The weather forecast says that there will be a gust of cold air descending on Xincheng tomorrow, it will be cloudy and there will be rain."

Taking advantage of Han Qiubai's lack of camera to take pictures, Su Lin brought over a pile of loving and nutritious food prepared by Han's mother when she came down to rest, first asked Qiubai to drink some water, and then let him eat some biscuits, and waited until there was something in her stomach , and handed him a bottle of yogurt with a straw inserted.

It is the time when children are growing up, so supplementing nutrition can not be sloppy.

Han Qiubai took the yogurt, said "hey" and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then we are really lucky, today is the last day of shooting."

Yue Yun, who came to rest together, sat under the sun umbrella with him. He picked up a can of Coke on the table, opened it, took a few sips, and said with a smile: "Yes, fortunately, the filming can be finished today, otherwise there will be delays." .”

Han Qiubai, who was drinking yogurt, glanced at him, and made a nasal sound absent-mindedly: "Yeah."

Yue Yun turned his eyes and looked at him, "Does Xiao Qiubai have something to ask?"

Han Qiubai quickly raised his head and looked at him again, then lowered his head and drank the yogurt silently, struggling between asking and not asking, swaying back and forth.

Shaking the coke can in his hand, Yue Yun said with a smile: "A few days ago, I saw that you have something on your mind. I can probably guess what you want to ask."

Han Qiubai let go of the straw he was clenched tightly, looked at him, and said with some frustration: "So you know."

Yue Yun laughed: "I'm the director, there's something wrong with my actors' emotions, how can I not see it."

He took two more bottles of mineral water from the table and threw them to Su Lin in the air with great precision.

Su Lin is also right.

"Send it to your master and your young master. After basking in the sun for a long time, I'm probably thirsty."

"This……"

Yue Yun looked at her with raised eyebrows, waiting for her next words.

Su Lin and him looked at each other for a while, a little hesitant.

Han Qiubai raised his face and smiled cutely: "Sister Lin, you can tell Xiao Xun by the way, and tell him that if he is hungry, let him come over to eat."

Su Lin saw that both of them wanted to avoid her, so she nodded and left with mineral water.

Before leaving, he looked at Yue Yun meaningfully.

"Sometimes I really envy you." Yue Yun waited for Su Lin to go a little further and said.

"Director Yue?" Han Qiubai looked at him in surprise.

"I've never seen Xiao pay so much attention to anyone, no matter who it is, anyone around him, even Xiao Xun, he has never been so careful." Yue Yun glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, and said with a slight smile: " Do you know how much I envy you? If he treats me half as well as you, I won't ask for anything. "

"..." He blinked and looked at Yue Yun blankly.

But my heart was like a stormy wave, what did Yue Yun mean by this?What is he trying to say?

Yue Yun was stunned for a moment, and then said with a broken smile: "What's wrong with me, I actually said these words to you, a child who is only six years old, really... even if I said it, you wouldn't understand it, would you?"

Han Qiubai glanced at him sideways, and argued a little unconvinced: