[Entertainment circle] The starlight in the pen is not as good as you

"What makes a good script?"

Gu Zhanqiao asked suddenly.

She pointed to the scripts spread out on the coffee table, and asked Mo Tongtong: "It seems that among these few books, which one do you think is the best?"

Mo Tongtong thought for a while and picked out one of them.

In a youth-themed movie, flashbacks tell a bunch of stupid things about the leading actor in college. Gu Zhanqiao turned over the first and last pages and asked, "Why is this the best?"

Mo Tongtong felt that it was difficult for her to explain, so she squeezed out a word for a long time: "Interesting."

"But the winners are generally not interesting works." Gu Zhanqiao blurted out.

Mo Tongtong suddenly realized.

Gu Zhanqiao hopes to act in an award-winning work.

Then she's right, none of the ones here are good enough.

She didn't know what the award-winning work should be, but she knew that it should have a stronger power to move people's hearts.

But how can this be done?

Mo Tongtong was confused.

She never specifically thought about trophies or medals until Gu Zhanqiao mentioned them. This is an important sign to judge whether a person is successful or not.

Gu Zhanqiao was also frightened by herself.

When the word "award" came out of her mouth, she was startled to realize what recognition she wanted.

She couldn't help but feel that she was indeed too vain or ambitious, but as an old senior who hadn't even won a rookie award, Gu Zhanqiao had to admit that she was looking forward to a trophy.

Even the ratings or box office are not that important, what she wants to get is the affirmation of her acting skills.

She is not content to be a vase.

But somehow, she felt ashamed of what she thought.

She put away the scripts on the table, held them in her arms and said uncomfortably: "Actually, these are all good, I'll read them again."

She tilted her head to look at Mo Tongtong, her hair slipped from her ears and hung on her cheeks, she didn't care, she just raised her eyes to meet Mo Tongtong's eyes, subconsciously said: "What I just said seems too arrogant."

Mo Tongtong pinched her hair back behind her ears: "Why do you say that, of course you can do that."

Gu Zhanqiao lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes covered the honey-yellow irises under the light.

She felt warm and soft because of Mo Tongtong's words, but she couldn't help but think: Mo Tongtong might be the only one who thinks this way.

That night, Gu Zhanqiao suffered from insomnia.

She kept thinking about the future and imagining all kinds of possibilities. For the first time, she realized that the future is really an unpredictable existence. You always describe it very beautifully, but the future often goes to another fork.

Just like ten years ago, what Gu Zhanqiao thought about ten years later would be awards and fame, but in fact she felt that she was still just beginning.

The torrent of thoughts slapped the barrier in his brain, and the roaring sound from nowhere made the whole brain more awake.

Gu Zhanqiao watched the sky light up slightly, and finally broke away from the sentimentality of the night, feeling that she had really done something stupid.

...is it stupid to stay up all night? (t▽t)

Although she felt guilty and self-contemptuous, Gu Zhanqiao still didn't feel sleepy. After some hesitation, she turned over and got up, washed up briefly, and then changed into sportswear.

——Since it’s already like this, let’s make the brain clearer.

Because of thinking too much all night, Gu Zhanqiao, who was in a state of confusion, made this decision.

She walked out of the house softly and down the stairs.

There seemed to be a morning frost that had not yet melted on the ground.

Gu Zhanqiao watched Magnolia going down the stairs outside the window until she reached the first floor, and put her hands in front of her mouth and let out a breath of air.

The sky was still a grayish blue, and the air was cold, swirling in the nostrils and then into the brain.

Gu Zhanqiao did simple warm-up exercises in the hall, and then ran out.

The community that was rarely visited by people is still empty now.

Gu Zhanqiao ran along the asphalt road, past the ginkgo trees that had lost all their leaves, and began to think again.

Alas, although I am shameless, I really want to act in a movie that looks like it will win an award.

She turned a corner at the intersection, and in the mist that seemed to rise from the ground, she saw a black commercial vehicle slowly approaching.

She didn't pay much attention, and ran onto the pavement to evade until the car was next to her, stopped abruptly...and started backing up.

Gu Zhanqiao was taken aback, and all kinds of terrible possibilities, such as kidnapping and murder, suddenly came to her mind.

She took a few steps back quickly and took out her mobile phone to call the police. At this moment, she saw the car window roll down, revealing Father Mo's stern face.

Although his face was stern, he said kindly in his voice: "Miss Gu, it's very healthy."

Gu Zhanqiao: "...('?_?')"

This is really unexpected.

Until she had breakfast in the convenience store face to face with Mo's father, she still had a sense of unreality.

In fact, staying up all night is just a dream, and I am still in a dream, right?

Gu Zhanqiao secretly pinched her thigh, and with only a little force, she realized painfully that this was definitely not a dream.

Gu Zhanqiao stared at the simple bento in front of her, wondering if it was because she was too nervous that she became sleepy.

Or maybe she had reached the critical point of staying up all night and finally wanted to sleep.

There was no one in the 24-hour convenience store, and the salesperson seemed to close their eyes to complete their order, and then continued to take a nap in front of the computer with his face propped up.

Gu Zhanqiao flicked the vegetables in the bento, caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye that Father Mo had opened the instant noodles, separated the disposable chopsticks and started eating.

Gu Zhanqiao was nervous and sleepy at the same time, and she actually created a kind of balance—that is, she was neither so nervous nor fell asleep immediately.

She asked casually, "Uncle, you like instant noodles very much."

Father Mo swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and said in a casual manner, "Why do you call me Uncle?"

Gu Zhanqiao: "..."

"Usually, is it called uncle? It seems older to be called uncle."

Gu Zhanqiao: "...Uncle Mo."

Gu Zhanqiao was a little embarrassed.

At this time, she began to think back, why did she call her uncle in the first place?

That's right, this is because I was so nervous that I didn't know how to call it, so I called it subconsciously.

Did I make a mistake in the address from the beginning!

Father Mo continued to suck the noodles.

Gu Zhanqiao couldn't eat and only felt a headache.

She didn't bite into the second cauliflower until Father Mo finished eating the instant noodles.

Father Mo swallowed and began to speak: "Instant noodles are pretty good."

This is probably answering Gu Zhanqiao's first question.

Gu Zhanqiao was flattered: "Is that so, I actually think it's pretty good."

"Do you eat often?"

"...don't eat."

"Then whose cheese instant noodles belonged last time?"

"The cheese belongs to us, and the instant noodles belong to my assistant downstairs."

"That looks delicious."

"My assistant came up with it."

She was dressed in sportswear, and Mo's father said that he was dressed formally. The two were discussing instant noodles behind the glass window of the convenience store. Gu Zhanqiao felt curious about this appearance.

She lowered her head and fiddled with the rice, when she heard Mo's father say, "Don't you like to eat?"

Gu Zhanqiao shook her head subconsciously: "No."

"So you're not hungry?"

"...Not at all."

"That's why you don't like me."

Gu Zhanqiao was taken aback for a moment, then turned pale with shock, waved his hand and said, "Absolutely not!"

The chopsticks in her hand flew out like this and landed on Father Mo's pants.

Gu Zhanqiao: "..."

If there was a hole in the ground, Gu Zhanqiao felt that he would definitely drill into it without hesitation.

The chopsticks stained with salad dressing and teriyaki chicken steak slipped from the straight ironed suit pants, leaving a dark mark.

Gu Zhanqiao didn't know what to say.

She silently raised her hands and covered her face.

Mo Tongtong opened the door and heard someone talking outside.

One is Gu Zhanqiao's voice, and the other is hoarse, it should be a man.

She froze for a moment, put on her overcoat and went to the living room, and saw Gu Zhanqiao and her father sitting on the sofa, talking and laughing happily.

Gu Zhanqiao was saying: "I don't like vegetarian food at all, but I eat it this way because it's healthier, but Tongtong cooks very well, I feel 'delicious' when I eat it..."

Mo Tongtong froze at the corner, and she didn't speak until Father Mo's eyes met her, "...Dad?"

As usual, Mo's father had a cold face: "Why do you use a questioning tone?"

"...Because it didn't meet psychological expectations."

The scene is a bit cold.

Gu Zhanqiao quickly raised her hand and said, "I met Uncle Mo when I was running in the morning, and his pants were soiled by me, so I came here to change a pair of pants."

Mo Tongtong understands, Mo's father always carries a change of clothes with him, and if it gets dirty, he just finds a place to change, but this time the place is her home.

She didn't say anything more, just asked: "Then you have had breakfast, right?"

Gu Zhanqiao and Mo's father looked at each other in blank dismay.

Father Mo said calmly and naturally, "No."

It appears to be deceiving.

Because Gu Zhanqiao didn't reply, Mo Tongtong thought so.

But anyway, the ingredients are the same, and it doesn’t matter if you make more or less at one time. Mo Tongtong finally made two eggs ham muffins and two grilled cheese toasts—anyway, whether you like it or not, it’s always enough eat.

Then she poured a glass of milk for herself and Gu Zhanqiao, and brought a glass of hot water to Father Mo.

Gu Zhanqiao looked at the milk in her hand and at the simple hot water next door, feeling a little flustered.

Father Mo seemed to see Gu Zhanqiao's panic, and said, "I don't drink milk, I usually only drink pure water."

Hearing what Father Mo said, Mo Tongtong looked up at him.

She looked ordinary at this glance, but she was extremely surprised in her heart.

These words sounded as if they were explaining in order not to panic Qiao Qiao.

No, in fact, no matter how you think about it, you did explain it on purpose.

This cognition made Mo Tongtong's mind go blank for a moment.

Before this moment, she never thought that her father would agree so quickly—or admit it.

She didn't even think it would happen one day.

Her gaze froze at a certain angle, across the varnished table top, and landed on a corner of the table covered by sunlight.

Then she slowly raised her head and looked at where Father Mo was.

She felt that he was looking at her too.

However, when her gaze turned there, the other party was only looking down at the muffins on the plate.

She wanted to say something, but the words rolled in her throat for a while, and she said, "So, will you live upstairs?"

The words came suddenly, but Mo's father said naturally: "When the smell dissipates, this place is really good, I like it very much."

Mo Tongtong took a sip of milk.

She thought: What Jiang Yan told Gu Zhanqiao may be correct, the most important thing in getting along with people is indeed time.

And all along, the one who is unwilling to give time is not only the father.