You, teach me how to do things?

On the day "The Painted Demon" was released, it rained heavily in the city.

Xia Yuanling wanted to watch the finished film, but was persuaded by Shang Chuan with the reason "I don't know if it will stimulate your spirit".

He still remembered that when Mr. Shang stood up for himself and those gangsters, he chose Shang Chuan between Shu Yan and Shang Chuan. Image, that's all.

It's just that the rain in the city is sad, and the theme song is playing repeatedly in the plaza with huge advertisements, and his role as Shu Yan has become the best main dish to accompany the theme song.

He couldn't escape to a world where "Drawing Demon" didn't exist, but he just looked up at those promotional posters, admiring the replays of Shu Yan in those PVs, but Xia Yuanling still felt a sense of familiarity.

It was as if Shu Yan's soul had been reborn through his own body.

Now he shows indifference towards Shu Yan and "Drawing Demon", just because he doesn't want to disappoint Shang Chuan anymore.

He could feel Shang Chuan's fear.

Shang Chuan, who is clearly all-powerful in the business world and omnipotent in life, is very afraid that Shu Yan will take away Xia Yuanling's personality again.

Since Mr. Shang is afraid, then Xia Yuanling resists everything related to Shu Yan because of him.

This day was nothing to do again, he sat in the studio and watched the rain all day.

Autumn rain, very cool.

After a while the city will start to heat up, and then there will be the desolate winter.

For some reason, Xia Yuanling began to look forward to a snowfall, and then spring.

Many people on the Internet are discussing "The Painted Demon", and even compared this film with several classic thrillers.

They praised the director's art and the actors' acting skills, and then talked about how far our film can go in the history of film. They even dug up Shu Yan's life and chewed on his life and experience repeatedly.

Everyone is obsessed with this extremely crazy, extremely romantic and deathly breathed stage with Shu Yan as the center and Xia Yuanling's performance as the radius.

They tasted the taste of Shu Yan's soul, and they admired Xia Yuanling's insane works.

There were also people who wondered why Xia Yuanling had done so much publicity for Su Shenyan before, but this time Xia Yuanling remained silent in "Drawing Demons", as if he had never acted in this movie at all.

But such voices of doubt did not arouse much heated discussion. After all, this time "Drawing Demon" was recognized by the literary and art circles, and the literary and art circles don't like to tear up and tear about these things.They are more obsessed with their own comments, using those sour words to describe Shu Yan, but they write their own stories.

"Online reviews are very good."

Knowing that Xia Yuanling was still following "The Painted Demon", An Qian took the initiative to tell him the current box office of the film.

"Among literary films, there are very few films that can achieve such a box office on the first day of release, and the reviews are also very high. Many people are discussing whether this film can win an award."

"Uh-huh."

Xia Yuanling nodded thoughtfully.

But he seemed to have lost interest in this matter. After talking to An Qian, he turned around and asked the people in the studio: "Are you cold? I'll go down and buy some hot coffee?"

"Okay!"

The people in the studio gave a voice of approval in unison.

Under the influence of Shang Chuan, Xia Yuanling has learned a lot of skills and abilities in managing the company. He knows that he can't put himself too close or too far away from the employees, but he must have the usual benefits.

Small companies do not have such a formal hierarchy and system as large companies. Since I have brought them together, I have to find a way to win people's hearts.

Maybe a cup of milk tea and an egg tart can quickly bring everyone closer to each other.

Xia Yuanling took out a transparent umbrella and went downstairs. There was a coffee shop run by a young lady who resigned from a major Internet company downstairs.According to the little sister, life now is much easier than working for capitalists before.

It's raining today, so business probably won't work, so Xia Yuanling hurried to buy it at this opportunity.

In the rain, pedestrians are hurrying on the road.

Xia Yuanling closed the umbrella and entered the coffee shop, put the umbrella in the iron bucket at the door, and shook off the rain.

After ordering coffee according to the message sent in the studio's WeChat group, I found a wooden chair and sat down.

The shop owner and Xia Yuanling also know each other, and have met several times in the relationship between upstairs and downstairs.But never have I been able to sit down and chat with peace of mind like today.

The shopkeeper's sister complained to Xia Yuanling that the business was not good today. If she had known it was raining, she wouldn't have opened the door. Wouldn't it be nice to go home and sleep late to pet the cat?Then he congratulated Xia Yuanling on the good box office of the movie, and asked Xia Yuanling to ask for several autographs. He dreamed that when her shop would become bigger and bigger, and when he had money, he would ask Xia Yuanling to endorse coffee in the future.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome. In the future, you pack my coffee, and I will endorse it for you."

"So simple?"

"That's right, I run the studio now, I'm the boss, of course I have the final say. Sister, when will we sign the contract?"

The little sister's laughter spread out in the rain curtain, like wind chimes in the rain.

But soon, Xia Yuanling seemed to really hear a gust of wind chimes.

He turned his head sideways and saw a long-haired man walking past the door of the store with his arms around another man in the washed world.

He forgot his umbrella and even left his phone in the coffee shop.

Xia Yuanling rushed into the rain.

Shu Yu.

For some reason, he subconsciously felt that that person was Shu Yan.

According to the urban legend, Shu Yan did not die, he was still wandering in a certain corner of the world, the stories he saw and the worlds he drew were all true.

There is no medical record of Shu Yan's death.

It was as if there was an illusion in the secular world. In the illusion, everyone thought he was dead.

Mandela effect.

Xia Yuanling followed closely behind those two people, even though he looked like a lunatic now.

But for some reason, Xia Yuanling found that he couldn't catch up with them even though they were not far away.

He wanted to call out to Shu Yan, but for some reason, after he opened his mouth, his voice seemed to be swallowed by a vortex.

Soon, the man in the rain stopped, and his partner also stopped following his movements.

The man turned his head and said a few words to his partner, and then the two trembled slightly, as if they were talking about some joke.

The moment the man turned his head sideways, Xia Yuanling could see his face clearly. Although it was only profiled, he could recognize that it was Shu Yan.

He had seen that Shu Yan in countless photos.

Then a wind came, and the raindrops weaved the curtain.

Shu Yan disappeared with his partner.

Xia Yuanling was woken up by the freezing rain.

He suddenly couldn't tell the difference between reality and fantasy.

There was an extra umbrella on top of her head, and it was the young lady from the coffee shop who chased after her. She complained about the heavy rain, why did Xia Yuanling run out suddenly, and was drenched in water.

Xia Yuanling apologized to her embarrassingly, saying that he saw an old friend passing by whom he hadn't seen for many years, so he chased her out.

"Have you caught up?"

The little sister turned her head to look, but there was no one on the road in the heavy rain.

Only the bleak rain.

"No," Xia Yuanling wiped the rain from his eyelids, "If you can't catch up, you can't catch up, it doesn't matter anyway."

Maybe it was just the last hallucination.

And the one in the hallucination seemed to be living a happy life.

I should be happier than him.

When he looked up, the sky, which had been raining all day, suddenly cleared.

The golden sun shines on the entire asphalt road.

The raindrops dotted his face like amber diamonds.

He took coffee and distributed it to his colleagues working in the studio.

Seeing that he was a little wet, An Qian handed him a towel to wipe it off.

"Why is it raining, didn't you take an umbrella?"

"I'm skinny, it's not that brother doesn't understand me."

An Qian had no choice but to move out of Shang Chuan to suppress him: "If you catch a cold, wait for Mr. Shang to fix you."

"Brother, don't tell him," Xia Yuanling said coquettishly to An Qian.

An Youyou came up to him and slapped Xia Yuanling on the back: "I knew I was making trouble with Brother An Qian, so you came over and added subtitles for me."

"Okay, come and add subtitles to my old sister."

Xia Yuanling took a stool and sat down. He couldn't work seriously, so he couldn't resist reading the script after a while.

During this time, Xia Yuanling still wanted to choose the script and start filming earlier.

But after watching it for a while, he felt that it was not interesting, the script was not very good, they were all silly and sweet movies, Xia Yuanling couldn't stand it after reading three lines.

He flipped through the pages and saw a movie script that said "Strong men also have spring".

WTF?

Damn, he hasn't seen such a fresh, refined and down-to-earth name for a long time, and he dreams back to the time when he was playing tricks in the theater crew.Who gave the drama the courage to let them come to find themselves?Or did they know that they liked to act in dramas with names like Sand Sculptures?

interesting.

Xia Yuanling quickly clicked on the document and read it with relish.

The plot is not bad, very interesting, but one thing is, the casting director is talking about the protagonist, that is, the strong man in the name of the script, but the current physique does not fit the description of the strong man.

A strong man is a strong man, doesn't it have to be strong?

Speaking of the roles he played before, whether it was the unknown driver, Su Shenyan or Shu Yan, the director made himself lose weight, as thin as a firewood. If he played this role, maybe he could gain weight.

Doesn't that mean you can eat a lot!

Woooooo I have lost weight for a long time, I really want to eat wantonly——

Ah no, he really likes this kind of role.

Yes, a strong man, a macho sounds very suitable for me.

This role must be won.

must!