thousand cups

After that is the real drunkenness.

Not wanting to wake up, he would get himself drunk almost every day as soon as he opened his eyes.Many people came to him, the screenwriter, the producer, Sophia, including Tang Li who said "I persuade you for the last time", whoever came to him did not want to see him.He locked himself up and watched movies for a few days. He felt sad when watching comedies, excited when watching horror movies, blanked out when watching literary movies, and thought of someone when watching boring romantic movies.

Not without contact.One day in the middle of the night, he answered a phone call from Shen Chaowen, but the person didn't speak or hang up, so they just had a silent phone call.In the end, Shen Chaowen said in a low voice, remember to eat well, and put down the phone.

Without I love you, I think you wait for nasty and boring words, don’t say reconciliation, okay, don’t quarrel, we will solve the problem peacefully, just remember to eat well can make you as uncomfortable as you want.After hanging up the phone, Jiang Mo lost sleep most of the night, sighing in his heart that Shen Chaowen must be his love debt in his previous life, there is really no one but him.

To be honest, if Shen Chaowen really gave up like that and let him go, Jiang Mo would probably just ignore it and fly along the wind like a broken kite.But that person won't give up on him, and he is concerned about the other person's feelings. If he sold the house to dream of dreaming in the past, he doesn't have to worry about how to face Shen Chaowen after messing up everything.

Afterwards, he went back to the old house to have a look, instead of going in, he looked outside.Shen Chaowen wasn't around, so he didn't even want to go in, fearing that he would choke himself to death by vomiting a mouthful of old blood, so he hurried away in despair.

Team building didn't go too well either.He had troubles with Tang Li, his appointed producer, every day, and Jiang Mo himself was frustrated. Every day, he was intoxicated and lacked interest in everything, which forced all progress to stagnate.The only new thing is that Zheng Guanyu, who I like one day, called and said that I had read the script and was a little interested.Jiang Mo told him frankly that if he has no money, the budget is only around a hundred thousand. Are you still interested?Unsurprisingly, Zheng Guanyu was silent on the other end of the phone.Jiang Mo smiled and asked, if I sell the house, is it enough to invite you? How much will you pay?tens of millions?less.Zheng Guanyu sighed and said that it wasn't about the money...let's talk about it later.

There was no response afterward, but it was understandable.

To be honest, at that step, Jiang Mo already had the idea of ​​giving up.It's not about giving up on dreaming, it's about giving up on yourself.Like that... Zhou Manyun.Well, like him, it would be nice to be a joke!Transparent.Relax and be laughed at by others, and you won't end up being infamous for selling your ancestors' stuff and dreaming, and you won't have such an ugly quarrel with Shen Chaowen.Maybe it shouldn't be so extreme to be so rebellious, to screw with everyone, with this world, Mei Qing is right, keep your head down, live comfortably, that would be great.If you are not convinced, what can you do if you are not convinced, immediately make everyone around you go away, as for?does it worth?He tortured himself, this dream was so expensive.

The self-pulling is not over yet, I can't figure it out, so I have to continue to be drunk.After a few weeks of these unlucky days, a stranger knocked on the door of his little hut.

When he opened the door, he thought it was the lingering Tang Li who came to lobby him, but when he opened the door, he saw a strange man in white clothes and black pants.Tall, thin, wearing a mask and hat, the face cannot be seen clearly.

Jiang Mo was drunk and asked in a daze, "Who?"

The man pulled off the black mask and said, "Director Jiang, I want to audition for your role in "Olive". My name is Ming Zheng."

actor?audition?

As for actors, he searched a lot, but none of them were satisfactory. He had a terrible headache looking for actors before, and he was thinking about whether he should sacrifice himself to direct and act.

There's no money, shit.

Jiang Mo, who was in a bad mood, was so drunk that he couldn't see his face clearly. He just felt dizzy and wanted to sleep, so he waved his hand and sent people away: "Go back, I won't shoot anymore." He was really drunk when he said those words A little self-defeating, "The movie is too expensive, I can't afford it."

He turned to close the door, but with little strength, the door was blocked by a leg.

Jiang Mo asked him what he was doing, but looked up to see that he was not in the mood.

The man said: "I don't need to be paid, it doesn't matter how much money I have to shoot."

Jiang Mo was a little sick drunk, and even more disgusted when he heard the word money, so impatient, he let him go.Seeing his precarious appearance, the man was afraid that he would fall, so he stepped forward to help him by the shoulders.Jiang Mo reacted violently. He shook off his hand and threw the wine bottle in his hand to the ground, "I said I'm not going to shoot anymore, is it okay? No show!"

The man was very calm, not frightened, but took a step back.His face flickered in Jiang Mo's eyes for a second, he didn't see anything else clearly, only remembered his eyes, very bright eyes, very deep, able to pass through the turbulent drunkenness in his mind, and give people a knowing blow that look.

Jiang Mo was stunned for two seconds.The man approached, stuffed something into his hand, and said, "You're sober, I'll come again."

The man is gone.Jiang Mo spread out his hands, and there were two round olives in his palms.

He remembered that look.

The next day, Jiang Mo didn't get up until noon, he was still a little dizzy after being drunk overnight, but he always remembered that Shen Chaowen asked him to eat well, wash up, change his clothes and go down to eat.As soon as he went downstairs, he ran into the person from yesterday again.

The other party pulled off the mask and called him first: "Director Jiang."

This time I saw the face clearly.

Should I say it or not, Jiang Mo was amazed by this face.It is not Zheng Guanyu's soft facial features, but more three-dimensional and sharp. This kind of face, if it is not well photographed, the camera will not be able to eat him.Temperament is a bit alienated, thin, light.

Why does it feel like it fits this film...

Jiang Mo nodded to him: "Have you eaten yet?" After a pause, "How do I call you?"

"My name is Mingzheng, Zhengrong's Zheng." He said, "I haven't eaten, I plan to come and treat you to eat."

Jiang Mo sighed, and said: "No need, I was in a bad mood yesterday and probably frightened you, I treat you as an apology if I treat you to dinner. Let's go."

There was no environment for the meal, so the two of them just found a small shop on the side of the road to eat noodles.After eating for a while, Jiang Mo asked him casually: "Are you a mixed race or a minority?"

Mingzheng answered him: "I am a minority."

Jiang Mo nodded, and continued to ask: "Are you wearing colored contact lenses?" His eyes were light brown, quite pretty.

Ming Zheng paused, "I've never worn that kind of thing, and my eyes are just this color."

rare.Jiang Mo has already begun to direct him, "You stand under the light and I will take a look, I want to see your eyes."

Mingzheng thought for a while, then pulled back the chair so that half of his body was covered by the sun.

This time I can see it more clearly. It is indeed very beautiful eyes, and face, especially the eyes.

Jiang Mo chewed the noodles and nodded: "Okay, okay. Well...you continue to eat. Is it enough? Have another bowl?"

Mingzheng: "...No, it's enough."

Jiang Mo asked casually: "Who gave you the script? Tang Li?"

Ming Zheng said, "Zheng Guanyu gave it to me." After a pause, "I have filmed with Mr. Zheng."

Jiang Mo nodded: "Is that same-sex movie about Li Zhiyuan, where you and Zheng Guanyu acted opposite each other?"

Ming Zheng hummed.

After eating a bowl of noodles, Jiang Mo almost knew what he was doing, and took him to his small shabby house for a chat.There was only wine and mineral water at home. He asked Ming Zheng what to drink, and the other party said that it was all right, whatever he wanted.Jiang Mo laughed and poured him a glass of whiskey.Next, Jiang Mo didn't mention a word related to the script. Instead, he asked about Mingzheng's past experience, living habits, what songs he likes to listen to, what books he likes to read, and what food he likes to eat.It seems to be chatting, but when I think about it carefully, I always feel that he has some deep meaning.

Mingzheng had never met him in an audition like this, but he still focused on the key points and answered in a very orderly manner.Mingzheng would have been impatient if he was talking nonsense with others like this, but they chatted all afternoon.

It doesn't count as speculation, Ming Zheng just feels that this director is different from what outsiders say, his personality is not so perverted, he is easy to get along with, and his speaking style is very interesting.Although he looked dizzy from drinking, every word he said was very sober, and he had never seen such a person.

After chatting, Jiang Mo sent him down to take a taxi. While waiting for the taxi, Ming Zheng took out two olives from his pocket and handed them to him.Jiang Mo looked at him and smiled, and said bluntly: "I can't give you much salary, you go back and think about it."

Ming Zheng said to him, "I don't really care about the salary."

Jiang Mo still smiled: "Then what do you care about, dream?" The joking tone is considered to be laughing at himself.

Mingzheng said: "Sometimes I feel that life is boring and meaningless, and I can be happier only by dreaming."

There was a few seconds of silence.

Jiang Mo looked very serious this time, and said to him: "Come to me with the script at this time tomorrow."

Mingzheng asked expectantly, "Do you think I'm okay?"

Jiang Mo said: "Let's talk about it tomorrow, let's have a good test shot."

After sending the person away, Jiang Mo stayed where he was for a while, then called Shen Chaowen.After asking where he was, Jiang Mo took another taxi and went to an office building to find him. After he finished talking with the client, he went straight to dinner.

The newly opened law firm invested by Shen Chaowen is on it. Jiang Mo originally wanted to go up and take a look, but felt that he was a bit out of tune with the temperament of the place, so he gave up.

After sitting in the lobby for almost 10 minutes, Shen Chaowen came down, and judging by his expression, he was probably still angry.

I found a restaurant to sit down, and while waiting for the food to be served, the two of them sat facing each other without speaking, one was angry and the other let go, the atmosphere seemed to be breaking up in a second.

Jiang Mo stared at him for a while before saying, "You scared me a bit when you cried that day."

Shen Chaowen answered him with three words with a cold face: "I, no, cry."

Mmm, I didn't cry.Jiang Mo smiled inwardly, but didn't dare to laugh out loud.After a moment of silence, and looking at him for a while, he was actually a little dazed.

Every time we meet again after a quarrel, I always feel very touched.

The restaurant is pretty quiet, it's not time for dinner yet.After playing with the napkin in his hand for a while, Jiang Mo casually asked him: "Do you believe in fatalism, it's just... destiny, do you believe it?"

Shen Chaowen frowned: "How much did you drink again?" After a pause, he replied, "I don't believe in fate, I believe in heaven rewarding hard work."

Jiang Mo hummed and said, "Contrary to you. I believe in fate now, and I believe in metaphysics."

Shen Chaowen grumbled at him expressionlessly: "What are you trying to say? Don't tell me that you are destined to sell your house for gambling."

Jiang Mo said: "I said the two of us are fate."

Shen Chaowen was taken aback by him.

Fate, Jiang Mo thought without sadness or joy.Without any premonition, that thing came out of the blue, rushed forward to strangle you, grabbed you, and it was inevitable.

"When I first found out, I was sad. Can you understand? I actually felt sad. You said that you hated me the other day, um. I look at you sometimes, and I realize that I hate you too. I didn't think about me in the past I feel sad to be pulled by that kind of thing, you know? The day I got drunk, Sophia asked me why it was you. I didn't bother to talk to her at first, but she seemed to be right." Hit, hit ,Damn it.His expression was very impatient, "I don't want to use those messy words of love and liking to describe you, I'm annoying, I don't want to mention it, I can't explain clearly. Shen Chaowen, from the beginning to now, I never thought of what to use to define you You, I just think, you and me, we..."

Still not finished, he couldn't go on.

Shen Chaowen didn't ask further, he understood.Their relationship, in fact, need not say too much to understand.

There was a moment of silence.

When the waiter came to serve the food, they were silent for a while.

When the dishes were ready, Jiang Mo saw that he was not moving, so he tapped the table twice to let him move his chopsticks.Shen Chaowen's movements were a little stiff, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating without saying a word.He eats very quickly, which is a bad habit left behind by always rushing to eat when he was busy with work.Jiang Mo watched him eat for a while before reminding: "Eat slowly."

Jiang Mo took out his small wine bottle from his pocket, watched him eat, and drank while watching.Shen Chaowen didn't mention him today, but kept his head buried in eating.Jiang Mo watched him eating, and always felt that the filming could be used as a teaching material for tragic dramas. He has no words, no expression, neither crying nor laughing, just eating in silence, but you can feel that he is sad and rushes towards his face A heavy feeling, as if the air around me is heavy.

"You must support me." Jiang Mo said suddenly, "It doesn't matter to others, but you must support me."

Shen Chaowen took a bite of his meal and didn't look at him.

"I still say that, that's your home."

"I said, it's just a house, I've left the past behind." Jiang Mo said, "I have a home when you're here."

Shen Chaowen's eyes turned red.

"I'll just bet this time. When it's over, I'll go back and let you handle it. I'll listen to whatever you say." Jiang Mo promised him clearly, "At that point, do you still want me?"

After chewing the mouthful of rice, swallow it.

Shen Chaowen said, "Don't ask me such nonsense."