Inner entertainment first vase

This season's St. Helena Island is indeed, as Mike said, a good time for calm and calm.The weather on the two days of landing on the island was very good, the sky was blue, the sea was blue, and the Briers Valley was covered with greenery. The only helicopter base cruised several times a day. On the long coastline, there were very few tourists. See two figures walking side by side.

"So you think the story of the trilogy is a bit interesting," Ke Yu said a little out of breath because of the long mountain hike, "but I think it is too religious? Religious movies are not popular in China."

The scripts that the two first reviewed in London and Berlin were only outlines and fragments, in order to quickly eliminate works that did not meet the requirements. The truly complete script was delivered to the two on the first day of the official opening of the film festival.It stands to reason that time is very urgent, but Phytophthora has the ability to make the urgent and leisurely.

He asked Mike for a car, a pickup truck that the islanders used to transport their fruit, vegetable and coffee crops.The pickup was bumping on the mountain road, Shanglu was driving, and Ke Yu was looking at the map and compass with a pen between them. The two finally stopped at the edge of the forest.

The virgin forest here has been formed since the last eruption of the volcano. The air is moist and fresh, rich in invigorating oxygen ions, strange tropical plants, and sudden-appearing animals.The wild deer leaped over the mountain stream, and the sunlight in the forest in the morning was like fog.

Discussing scripts while hiking in such an environment is a wonderful experience.

Shanglu came up a steep slope, with a rugged and protruding volcanic rock as the foothold, he stretched out his hand, "You are right."

Ke Yu—holding his hand, he easily pulled him up, "So what do you think?"

"Big change."

The state of the two people is so inconsistent, one is calm and breezy, breathing just a little short of breath, but the other is blushing, gasping for breath with his knees propped up, sweat dripping from his forehead to his feet covered with moss and fallen leaves in the soft soil.

"but……"

"Shut up," Shang Lu pressed the sports bottle and handed it to him, ordering, "Drink water."

Ke Yu raised his neck and downed half a bottle, Shang Lu looked at him helplessly: "How long has it been since you exercised seriously?"

"Where do I have the time? Rehearsing and memorizing lines every day and practicing accent is almost dead," Ke Yu wiped his mouth, "It's already the limit to do a few sets of tablets every day."

Doing planks to exercise his core, plus he can keep his mouth shut, so he stays in shape—as usual, only with a decline in physical fitness.When Shang Lu heard him talking about the tablet, he thought of something messy in his mind. Hearing his breathing, his eyes turned dark, "The core is well trained, I can see it."

Ke Yu's heart tightened, and she said in a low voice: "..."

"What?" Shang Lu unscrewed his water glass and took a sip of water. He couldn't hear the wind blowing through the dense forest.

Ke Yu closed her eyes, and shouted loudly: "I'm exercising seriously every day!"

Phytophthora was choked up by him, and while wiping his mouth, he threw the pot out of embarrassment: "You were the one who pestered me last night!"

"I didn't!" Ke Yu left him and walked forward, denying coldly and stubbornly: "I drank too much, at most it is a drunken disorder."

"Sex after drinking?" Shang Lu mocked, "Aren't you hard and energetic?"

Ke Yu's ears were red, and there was no one in the mountain. The little squirrel hugged the pine cone and climbed up the big tree, "Do you have a sense of public morality? Can small animals listen to this!"

The pine cones fell off and rolled away on the dirt covered with thick rotting leaves.

Walking in the forest is aimless, and there is no special destination. If you want to rest, you will rest. Sometimes it is a clean open space in the forest, sometimes it is by the waterfall and clear pool, and sometimes it is simply sitting on the roots of the trees.The speeder bag contained water and light food sandwiches, and the two continued to read the next script while eating the sandwiches.

"You were right just now. Religious films are not suitable for the environment. In foreign countries, suspense, crime or horror elements are usually added in order to sell well. They are very mature commercial films. My idea is to keep the structure and three chapters, Get rid of the religious symbolic elements inside," Shang Lu flipped through the script and wrote a comment on the edge of the page: "The author's idea is very simple. Dante's Divine Comedy is warlike. The protagonist is a priest. He has to overcome the impermanence and conflict of the battlefield. Cruelty, as well as the destruction of ordinary people's lives, post-war life and spiritual reconstruction, to illustrate the power of faith."

"How do you want to change it?"

"Before the war, during the war, and after the war remain the same, youth, middle age, and old age—" Shang Lu stopped writing and glanced at Ke Yu.

"What are you doing?" Ke Yu was puzzled by him.

"Let's see if you can play a young man of eighteen or nineteen again."

Ke Yu resisted the urge to curse: "Young man, can't you change an actor? Let Ji Yun do it."

"He doesn't look like you."

That's not very similar, Ji Yun just looks very clean, clean and stubborn, and his facial features are not amazing.Ke Yu is different. In his acting dimension, he grows up like this, to the point where even passing ants would scold God for his partiality.

"And only you can act in this play." Shang Lu said lightly, "If it is someone else, the cost will double."

Ke Yu knew that he definitely didn't mean the salary, so he waited for Shanglu's next words.

"I want to take three long shots, covering the three life stages of the upper, middle, and lower stages - to the end, and each shot takes 45 minutes."

Ke Yu was taken aback: "...including the battle scenes?"

"Yes." Shanglu pondered, and had already entered into substantive thinking: "I want to add opera elements in the middle volume, and shoot in real scenes, but the presentation includes lighting, mirroring, and soundtrack, but it will have a strong sense of theater. If you want to shoot Apart from you, I can't think of anyone else who can do this."

Ke Yu was shocked, his heart was agitated, but he hesitated rationally: "If you say that, I also..."

"It's hard, I know, it's also difficult for you," Shanglu glanced at him, smiling earnestly and gently, "You took the initiative to win the opportunity of "Aspiring Man", and this movie was born.You go from the movie to the stage, and from the stage back to the camera, you are no longer the original you.How about it, are you willing to gamble on the fame of the film king to challenge? "

Ke Yu blinked lightly, a string somewhere in his body was plucked, and his whole body began to tremble from the depths of his bones: "I am willing!" He—holding Phytolaca's hand firmly: "— - I want to shoot, I am willing to challenge."

"Okay," Phytophthora held up the script: "first choice."

There are still eight books waiting to be selected.

Footsteps—Going deep along the compass, I don’t know how long I walked, the wet rustling silence began to be replaced by the sound of distant waves.

The two stood and listened for a while, the trees became thinner and thinner, the huge fallen logs were probably knocked down by lightning, lying on top of the moss, the bushes were blooming with small flowers, the slender flower stems swayed gently when the wind blew .

"We're about to see the sea." Ke Yu's spirits revived, and his long legs in speed shoes stepped across the bushes—

The dry sea breeze is coming, and the green shade full of yellow flowers stretches to the edge of the cliff. On the endless Atlantic Ocean, a giant white cruise ship is slowly passing by.

It seems that no one has visited here for ten thousand years.

Ke Yu looked at the compass: "If I leave a line of words here, after two years, I don't know if it is still there, and I can't find it?"

Shanglu followed slowly, "You are not mainstream."

Ke Yu ignored him, "What are you keeping?" He said to himself, and raised his eyes to Shanglu: "ShangluwithKeyu, okay?"

"SluwithKyu"

This is the word engraved on the inner circle of the pair of rings, which Shang Lu personally composed.

Shang Lu was stunned for a moment, Ke Yu's eyes were brave, sincere and full of emotion, but they were so pure and transparent that when people looked closely, it seemed that there was nothing in his eyes, and nothing was said in his eyes , just waiting for the other party's answer.

In such eyes, Shang Lu lowered his eyes for the first time, and said in a clear voice indifferently: "It's okay, it doesn't matter."

"Can we still find it after two years?" Ke Yu asked stubbornly.

"I can't find it," Shanglu said objectively. "The wind will blow it away, the sun will lighten it, the sand will fill it up, and small animals will squat on it to defecate."

Ke Yu: "...Are you polite?"

Shanglu shook his head with a smile: "You stay, I will ask them to let me - the horse, excrete on your name."

Ke Yu squatted down, picked up the white broken stones, and while piling up English letters, asked: "The day Xiao Wen came to see my performance, what did you talk to Rita about?"

Shang Lu stood next to him with his pockets in his hands, seeing his childish behavior like a kindergarten kid, and suddenly remembered that Ke Yu didn't even have a chance to go to kindergarten, his heart softened, and he squatted down.

"I'm asking you."

"none of your business?"

"You said I could pay in advance," Ke Yu said stubbornly, "I'm jealous of the advance payment."

"I've eaten it a hundred and eighty times, and it cost me 300 million. You forget it quickly." Shang Lu said coolly.

"Does she like you?"

"I liked it before, but I won't anymore."

"Have you guys ever dated?"

"Have eaten, watched movies, played ball, visited art galleries."

Ke Yu said faintly: "I remember it really clearly."

"Never forget."

"You—huh."

Shang Lu held back his smile, only lowered his head and hooked his lower lip, but said indifferently, "What else do you want to ask?"

"Have you ever thought about being with her?"

"You're asking for trouble."

Ke Yu felt uncomfortable, and only stared at the broken stone in front of him seriously: "No, I don't feel uncomfortable."

Shanglu glanced at him, paused: "I didn't say you would feel uncomfortable."

"I'm just curious, and Stella said that creators should maintain a passion for curiosity."

"Occasionally."

Keyu's eye sockets are hot, stones are clattered on top of each other, the wind passes by the sea, and the sea passes by the island, and the people on the island don't speak for a long time.

"Do you remember what you said to me when you left? You said you would think of those disgusting things when you saw me, you said you wanted to find someone who would never know about it, and you said I would give it to you You don’t have to take anything with you, because you won’t have any thoughts about us.” Shang Lu watched his subordinates spell out a crooked "S" for a long time, and reminded him lightly.

"remember."

"Then don't ask these questions."

"I think the quality of Harry Winston is quite good." Ke Yu said in a rambling manner.

"You should talk to Xiao Wen about this topic."

"Thrown from more than 20 floors, the drill did not fall off, and it did not deform."

Shanglu held the stone's hand tightly.

"...Two years have passed, and the words engraved on it are still very clear."

"Ke Yu." Shang Lu called his name in a low voice, but didn't say anything, then threw down the stone and stood up, "I'll smoke a cigarette, you can wait for a while."

"Smoking is prohibited in the forest area." Ke Yu stood up after him, leaving the spelled - half letter.

Shanglu had already taken out the lighter from his trouser pocket, but he couldn't find the cigarette, and suddenly remembered that the cigarette was on Ke Yu's side.He approached him and said in a low voice: "Good boy." He put his hand into Ke Yu's right pocket, "I picked up the ring back," Ke Yu clasped his wrist, "why don't you listen to me."

He thought that Shang Lu would be surprised, happy, and moved... No, he probably wouldn't be moved, but might scold him and get angry.

But Shanglu didn't have anything, just said: "Take it well yourself."

"Don't you want it?" Ke Yu looked up at him, his eyes - not daring to make mistakes for a moment, for fear of missing the slightest bit of emotion and love in Shanglu's eyes.

But he just went on and said very calmly, "I want to, I'm just not ready."

"Did you tell Rita that too?"

"I didn't say I wanted it, nor did I say advance payment. You don't have to compare with her." Phytolacca was inexplicably anxious, like a bird that couldn't find an exit, and its head was in pain because it kept hitting a black tree trunk. Knocking out of the exit is actually just a bloodbath. "I've never liked her. I said just now that I wanted to promise her once in a while. I promised her to try and see if I could try to like her. You are different from her."

"I'm not trying to compare with her, you know."

Shang Lu wrapped his arms around the back of his neck, hugged him into his arms, and said exhaustedly: "I know, it's my fault."

His big hand pressed Ke Yu's black hair, Ke Yu leaned on his shoulder, and asked with sore eyes, "What's wrong with you?"

Shanglu kissed his ear, and in the endless sea breeze, Ke Yu didn't hear his answer. ·