Inner entertainment first vase

It was just after seven o'clock, Ke Yu didn't eat dinner, the door opened, the convective wind from the balcony blew his forehead hair, he twisted the doorknob, he was clearly quiet, just like the few days when he first arrived.

The door of the second bedroom was open, Shanglu didn't remove anything, but no one was there.

The inexplicable uneasiness that had been in his heart since the afternoon was settled at this moment. Ke Yu remembered his faster pace than usual along the way, and whispered to himself: "Shame."

He pulled out the chair and sat down slowly. On the dining table, there was a pile of things pressed down on the porcelain cup that he used to drink water from.With a stirring in his heart, Ke Yu realized that it was left to him by Shang Lu.He picked it up, was slightly startled when he saw his photo, and then pursed the corners of his lips.

"Mr. Ke, please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. Even though we have only been together for 20 days, even though I still don't know if your name is Mu Ke, your stage name is Xiao Dao or Fei Zai, I am still very happy to meet you , and I guess it doesn't matter.

Thank you for the story, the footage, and all the filming for me.This is my e-mail, if you want to see the follow-up edit and the finished film, you can send me an e-mail and let me know it's you.

The photos are the heart-pounding moments when shooting these days. You are a person who is naturally suitable for the camera. I hope you will like it.

We bought the sheet music together yesterday, and the way you play the bass suits you very well, so I leave this song to you.

Israel can't serve people for long, and I don't think you're one to stop there.If one day you really enter the entertainment industry, I will definitely help you keep this experience a secret.In any case, please don't give up on yourself, Feizai is a person who can grow flowers. "

Looking at the last sentence, Ke Yu smiled inexplicably.

There are more than a dozen photos left by Phytophthora, most of which are night scenes.Biting a cigarette and flipping through newspapers, tilting his head to light a cigarette, and looking directly at the camera with a smile.Ke Yu guessed that Shanglu is a master photographer, his photos have a vivid sense of story, which is better than those cover works.

Thinking that he went to print the photos before rushing to see his friends, I forgave him for his arrogance that he only left his mailbox.

Ke Yu opened the app.

Mai Anyan personally took care of his work mailbox, which was full of itinerary script invitations and announcements, and he only glanced at it occasionally.Switching to the private mailbox, he hesitated for a moment, and typed the words "I am Xiaodao" in the text.

The stave is not neat, and there are traces of alterations on it. It was bought from the band in the night market yesterday, and Shanglu paid for it.

"This song is great for bass, it was written for bass."

Ke Yu's emotions were hidden behind the mask, "How do you know I can play bass?"

"Knocked on your door last night and saw it beside the bed."

The guitarist stared at Ke Yu with a probing gaze. Ke Yu's heart tightened. The moment the alarm bell rang, he took out the phone from his pocket: "You talk first, I'll make a call."

A fart phone call, and he was relieved when he walked far enough.He has been too complacent with Shanglu recently, and the situation of forgetting to wear a mask has become more and more frequent. Someone in the Weibo square has already asked him if he has been here recently.Mai Anyan was right, it seemed that it was time for his interviews to come to an end.

Shang Lu looked away from his back, and asked bluntly, "How much is the copyright fee? I'll buy it out."

The band was stunned, "Buy buy buy buy buy buy...?"

"Buy it out." Shang Lu repeated it affirmatively, and then looked back at Ke Yu's direction.Turning his head, the three members of the band huddled together with their backs to his head. After a while, the lead singer coughed and was pushed out by the band members.He still has a childish look on his face, probably a college student.He looked at Shanglu and made a three-to-one hesitantly.

"Thirty thousand?"

The lead singer was taken aback for a moment, turned his eyes away and said in embarrassment, "Ah, no..."

Shanglu frowned and asked, "30?"

Lead singer: "..."

Shang Lu calmed down: "It's expensive——"

Lead singer: "Exactly, indeed, we mean..."

"But yes."

band:"!!!"

What, what, what, we just want to say that one person is worth a thousand points...

When Ke Yu came back, he saw that the three of them were looking up at Shanglu with extremely complicated eyes of admiration and gratitude.

"...what did you do?"

"Bought the copyright."

Tears welled up at home, and the guitarist and bassist bowed at ninety degrees: "Brother, goodbye, brother, walk slowly, brother, I will definitely come here often!"

Ke Yu: "..." After walking away, he asked in a low voice, "How much is it?" He took the score and flipped through it, then hummed softly, "It's interesting."

Shanglu thought for a while, "Three hundred."

"Three hundred?!" Ke Yu slammed the music score together, seeing how it should be thirty thousand!After being shocked for a while, he said from the bottom of his heart: "...it's too miserable to engage in art."

·

Ke Yu pulled away from his memories and realized that Shanglu had changed the song.It can't be seen that he, a little boy next to a rich woman, can also shoot movies and have musical literacy.

At the same time as the email was sent, the plane slid out of Ningshi Xianliu Airport and landed in Paris, France more than ten hours later.

Pei Zhihe was shot, but luckily his leg was injured, and his muscles and bones were not injured. He is recuperating in the hospital now.Shang Lu rushed over directly from the airport, and Pei Zhihe laughed with his busy appearance: "Young Master, you really rushed here?"

"what did the doctor say?"

"Fate is big, no bones are hurt," Pei Zhihe said indifferently, and asked Shang Lu, "Peel me an apple? There must be a place to use it when you come across the ocean, right?"

Shanglu washed his hands and picked an apple from the fruit plate, "They just give them whatever they want to grab, what are they fighting for?" He raised his eyes and glanced at Pei Zhihe, "Do you think you can fight?"

Pei Zhihe is a violinist, with picturesque features, gentle and fragile temperament, when he is wearing a suit and sitting in the chief seat, the spotlight hits, making the audience breathe lightly involuntarily.

"How could they snatch the Studivari you gave me?" Pei Zhihe took the apple and took a crisp bite.

"Fortunately, it's the leg that hurt, what if it's the hand?" He was half-sitting on the window sill, the light passed behind his shoulder, Pei Zhihe saw his straight lips in the backlight, felt that he was angry, and was silent for a moment , smiled: "Why don't you ask if it's fate?"

"For you, my hand is more cherished than life, isn't it?" It's so sour, it's better not to eat it, he frowned, and willfully threw the only bitten apple into the trash can, sarcastically: "Pei Zhihe plays the violin. He can give up his life, but he can't give up his hands."

Shang Lu heard his implication, and his attitude softened: "That's not what he meant."

"It doesn't matter." Pei Zhihe replied quickly.

He made friends with Shanglu because of his talent in playing the violin,...Hands are more important than lives.After a pause, "How did you go back to China this time? Did you gain anything?"

Ke Yu's face flashed in memory.He had tried the piece last night, and it had a constant bass note, and it was filled with an aloof, casual boredom.

That scene made Shanglu decide the name of the short film in an instant.

"I'm asking you something, what are you laughing at?" Pei Zhihe threw him a pillow.

"It's nothing." Shanglu caught it with one hand, and then took out the phone.

There was an unread email lying in the mailbox, and the simple words "I am Xiaodao" were written on the clean page.

Pei Zhihe discovered that Shanglu actually laughed.

Having known each other for more than ten years, Shanglu doesn't smile often—it doesn't often raise the corners of his lips when no one interacts, as if thinking of something extremely happy.Pei Zhihe tilted his head to look at him, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he unconsciously grabbed the snow-white quilt with both hands.

The bullet was actually just a bruise, and he deliberately told Shang Mingbao a little more seriously, and the silly girl turned around and told Shang Lu with embellishment.Shanglu is standing in the ward now, living up to his expectations.It’s just that when man returns, God seems to have landed on the mainland, in the rotten fishing port city village in the dilapidated and dirty market in his photos.

"Buenos Aires sent out an invitation letter, and I put it on the desk for you." Pei Zhihe picked up a topic he was interested in, and observed him calmly.

Shanglu said "um", "I have received the mail."

Fingers move across the screen as if typing.

Pei Zhihe coughed, "Girlfriend?"

Shang Lu sent back an email, and replied jokingly without raising his head: "What do you think?"

Pei Zhihe felt relieved, "There are still fifteen days until the application deadline, will you make it in time?"

Buenos Aires Directors' Film Association, a niche film association founded in South America, is committed to discovering and encouraging independent creators. Award-winning works will be screened on cooperative platforms and art theaters around the world.Although the name is "Buenos Aires", the members and judges are actually scattered all over the world. This name seems to be just to compete with the mainstream, conservative and correct "Oscar" located in North America.

Ironically, although it was full of the shadow of rebellious change at the beginning of its establishment, as its reputation gradually expanded, it gradually began to be affectionately called "the Oscar of niche independent films" by outsiders.

"In time."

"what story?"

Shanglu thought for a while, "A story about an underground sex worker."

·

Ke Yu received the meager salary from the shopkeeper, and handed back the key to the shutter door, ledger, and purchase order, opened the cold drink cabinet for the last time, and habitually took out two cans of Coke from it.

No one picks up another can.

Ke Yu felt dizzy, and calmly put a can back.

The aunt asked: "Where is that young man? He comes to pick you up from get off work every day?"

Ke Yu scanned the QR code to pay: "Let's go."

The aunt asked, "Is that your boyfriend?"

Ke Yu choked on a mouthful of Coca-Cola, and the old aunt waved her hand: "Hey! Don't think that I am old and know nothing! Auntie knows everything!"

"It's nothing." He smiled helplessly, took out two pieces of paper to wipe the black sweater, his face didn't lift up, and the tips of his ears looked a little red, "It's just a chance encounter."

The emails of people you meet by chance lie in the mailbox.

His basic necessities of life are clearly arranged, and he doesn't have the habit of checking emails at any time.If you have to find a reason - why he subconsciously opened the mailbox at this time, maybe it's just because Ning City has returned to temperature today, and he is in a good mood.

Even the wind that entered the night has a subtle warmth, and when it blows head-on, people can't help but look forward to something.

Ke Yu drank a can of Coke slowly, then lit another cigarette, the wind smoked more than half, and he smoked a small half.The footsteps along the street are unhurried, with his inherent leisurely rhythm.When the time came, the street lights gradually came on, and diners came and went from the shops facing the street. Amidst the lingering fireworks, he clicked on the mailbox, and an unread email was marked with a red mark.

Click to open.

It's a reply with the original text, and there is an extra line of words on Ke Yu's "I am a small island":

"I am land."