private island

The one who spoke was the director, screenwriter and producer, a man with a deep, elegant and poisonous tongue.Everyone calls him Director Chu, and the hero calls him Teacher Chu.

Guan Sheng talked about the family relationship, love and the awakening of self-awareness in the story, and then asked a question: "I actually like Ah Hui, right? Since I like it, I can pursue him after he becomes a woman. Because there is no worldly pressure anymore."

Director Chu looked at him, and said unhurriedly: "When he was a man, you were forced by worldly prejudice and didn't dare to approach him. You convinced yourself to like the real Lily. However, when you saw him who became Lily, You suddenly realize that you have lost Ah Hui forever."

Guan Sheng nodded, feeling anxious for a while.How can this be played, it's over, and I'm going to be ridiculed by the crowd again.Rather than walking into the life of this virtual character, he wants to write a song for him.

In contrast, the hero has infinite enthusiasm for the profession of actor.A man from the Northeast, for the few fragments in it, practiced an authentic Qiandongnan dialect.Moreover, he memorized everyone's lines.In contrast, Guan Sheng is no longer ashamed to call himself dedicated.

After reading the script, he took the initiative to chat with the male protagonist and asked what "leopard bone" meant.When he and Fan Xi had a quarrel on the island and scolded each other across the air, he had heard this word before.

"Huabaoguer?" A subtle smile floated on the other party's clean and handsome face, "Baogu, it's corn. Huabaogu means flower corn, which means bastard."

"Then if you want to curse the country, what should you say?" Guan Sheng asked curiously.He wasn't going to scold anyone, but he was eager to know more about Fan Xi, even if it was swear words from his hometown.

The male protagonist thought for a while: "You can say 'repair a few meters'. This word is very bad, so don't talk nonsense when you go out."

A few days later, the crew officially started.

Guan Sheng lives in NG every day. Director Chu is extremely strict with his work and will never give up.They gradually lost patience with each other, and repeatedly got into trouble at the shooting scene. Thanks to the male protagonist's tireless mediation and mediation, the progress was not delayed.

Director Chu is very venomous, and he doesn't show weakness in his voice.The other party said that his performance was like a mummy just unearthed, and he satirized the other party's director as a mean rural woman.

Director Chu said again: "If I do it myself, I will be much better than you." He snorted: "That's for sure, the teacher will take the exam next time. If you fail the exam, it will be so embarrassing."

After suffering for more than a month, in mid-September, he asked the crew for leave and flew back to J City to hold a concert.It was only then that he temporarily escaped from the clutches of the devil and was able to breathe. It is estimated that the director also breathed a sigh of relief.

The "Tropic of Capricorn" has been in operation for three years, and all the elements and links have long been familiarized with, and the coordination of the band, sound, lighting, and choreography is also perfect.

He was afraid that that person would not come.When chatting, he always mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally, but Fan Xi never responded positively.

On the eve of the concert, after the rehearsal ended, he sat backstage and waited for the staff to disperse.The surroundings became silent little by little until only the wind was left.Then he stepped onto the stage alone, looking out at the empty stadium under the cool lights.

Tomorrow, the sea of ​​people will cover densely packed cold empty chairs, and he is suddenly as nervous as he was when he first appeared on stage when he was young.

He paced slowly, measuring the vast and huge stage with his feet, recalling the broken wooden raft on the island for his performance.Fan Xi was alone, working hard to create a group atmosphere, running from left to right, shouting "I love you" recklessly.

How he longed to hear this sentence again.

The pleasant evening breeze in September rolled over the stadium like a giant bowl, and he felt like an ant crawling on the bottom of the bowl.He sat on the edge of the stage, dangling his legs, as lonely as a child who couldn't find a playmate.

He lay down slowly, staring at the criss-crossing Rhea racks and the neatly arranged line array speakers, took out his whistle and blew it, then closed his eyes.

"Brother Sheng, wake up."

With a jerk, he woke up.

The sun was scorching, and the warm, salty sea breeze rushed into his lungs. He lay on a piece of soft sand.He raised his head slightly, looked past his toes, and saw a sapphire-like sea.

"Sleep in the shade and be careful of sunburn."

A black and thin figure turned his back to him, wrapped in rags around his waist, squatting there cooking some kind of food, and the faint smell of meat wafted from the pot.

This person is his eight-treasure porridge.

He is still on the island.

He vaguely remembered about filming and concerts, oh, it turned out to be a dream.

"How long have I been asleep?" He rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"A few minutes."

He approached Fan Xi, wanting to see what he was going to eat later, but was shocked when he saw the other's face!Damn, who is this little old man? !

There are string-like wrinkles around the corners of the eyes, the black hair is disheveled and gray, and the skin on the neck is also loose and drooping.What remained unchanged was those clear and bright black eyes, they blinked in doubt: "What's the matter with you?"

The voice is as soft as ever.

He touched his face, it was extremely rough, with intertwined lines.He looked at his hands again, as thick and black as old tree bark, he probably couldn't play the piano anymore.

Oh, come to think of it, they seem to be getting old.

"I had a dream, a very long dream. In the dream we were still young and went home, but separated." Guan Sheng murmured, raising his hand to brush the sand from his hair, "How old are we now?"

"Are you sleepy? We are sixty." The little old man smiled at him.God, it's old and ugly, but it's also cute.

60 years old, oh, it's time to retire.He was walking by the rainforest, feeling that he had forgotten a lot.Alzheimer's disease—this disease flashed through his mind, and it was definitely a precursor to Alzheimer's disease.

Suddenly, he saw a small tomb.

He ran over and saw on the wooden tombstone written in black charcoal: Tomb of Aizi Shuaidu.

So handsome? !Oh yes, of course dead.They are 60 years old and have lived on the island for more than [-] years, while dogs can only live for more than ten years.

"Dinner is ready!" The little old man greeted him to eat, it was wild bird soup.The strange thing is that he couldn't taste any taste, but he kept boasting that it was delicious.

He smiled and recalled the past: "Do you remember, once I made a boomerang and wanted to hit a bird, but it bounced off a tree and hit my own bird."

Fan Xi burst out laughing, with lines of laughter on his cheeks.Even though the young face has withered long ago, it is still moving.He was wearing straw sandals on his feet, Guan Sheng was about to ask himself why he didn't have them, when he looked down, he was also wearing a pair of straw sandals at some point.

Obviously not yet.

Worse, I'm really going to get Alzheimer's.

"Babao porridge, my brain is not working well, I'm in a daze, I can't even remember what happened yesterday." He said anxiously, "On the contrary, I can vividly remember what happened a long time ago."

"Yesterday was the same as today. Even though tomorrow hasn't come yet, it's the same." Fan Xi held his hand, "It doesn't matter, I just need a good brain."

"What if one day we both have dementia and we don't know each other anymore?"

"That's not good, we get to know each other again and start over."

Start again... He vaguely remembered that he had said this sentence in that long dream.Suddenly, he asked curiously, "Now, do we still do it often?"

Fan Xi's eyes widened, and then his ears turned red: "What are you thinking, you've already died."

He is dying?He is dying!He looked at his brother who was hiding under the rags, flirting in his mind, but there was no life.

In a blink of an eye, it was already evening.

He took Fan Xi's hand for a walk on the beach, walked to the reef area, looked at the Ritian God Stone in the afterglow, and sighed softly: "I'm too old for this virtue, but Brother Ritian is still so high-spirited. I think you Watch me as I watch a mayfly."

Boring at night, they drew a chessboard by the campfire and played backgammon with dark and light shells.When you are tired from playing, just look at the travel guide that has already been scattered.

Then, they danced on the beach under the moonlight, actually dangling on each other's shoulders.Guan Sheng hummed the song, and heard the little old man say in his ear: "I will always be your fan."

"Brother Sheng, wake up."

He shuddered and looked at the person in front of him, who was confused.

Who is talking?who!

"Brother Sheng, wake up!"

The whole island started to shake, Fan Xi suddenly broke free from his hand and ran to the sea.The huge waves in the sea rolled, he staggered to catch up, stretched out his hands——

He sat up suddenly, his hands still in the air.They haven't aged, they're clean and smooth.The surroundings are very bright, and it is in the dressing room.

In front of him was Fang Bo's face full of concern: "Brother Sheng, it's time for you to put on a mask. The concert will start in three hours. Do you want to drink eight-treasure porridge? I'll ask someone to buy it. You should drink some water first."

"No, no...I want to go back." He pushed away the throat tea handed by Fang Bo, lay down on the sofa again, and covered his head with the coat that was on his body.Then, self-deceivingly closed his eyes, staring at the darkness of nothingness.

Can not go back.

There, they are still them.There, he has real freedom.

"You were caught by a nightmare." Fang Bo took off his clothes, but was pushed away violently, and the tea spilled all over the floor.

"Why did you wake me up?" He stared at the terrified assistant, his tone almost snarling, "Why did you wake me up! Why did you wake me up!!"

"I'm sorry Brother Sheng, I know you didn't sleep well last night, but you really need to put on a mask, and then get ready to put on makeup." Fang Bo said hurriedly, with an ugly smile on his face, and flipped out of his bag. Cleanser and mask.

Guan Sheng propped his head in silence for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't lose my temper."

At this time, other staff came in to check, apparently hearing the quarrel.Fang Bo explained with a smile: "It's okay, brother Sheng is having a nightmare, hurry up and buy a bowl of eight-treasure porridge."

"I don't have nightmares, and I don't drink porridge. I can't sing when I'm full." Guan Sheng gently massaged his jaw, did oral exercises, and stretched the vocal channel.Before taking a nap, he had already spent two hours opening his voice. After finishing the styling, he would do half an hour of voice practice before the opening, and his voice was almost perfect.

In fact, only he himself knows that due to lack of study, his singing skills have been standing still for a long time, and even began to regress.

What is Fan Xi doing, on his way to the stadium?He wanted to send a message to ask, but he was inexplicably panicked.

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So, porridge appeared?