Glass [entertainment circle]

In the next month, Deng Yuantian went to many places.

He set off on the banks of the Agami River for a week-long road trip in a rented car.

Passing through the high mountains along the way, the car circled forward on the steep winding road, and the wheels grazed the ground not far from the cliff more than once, which was a bit exciting in the thrill.The road ahead is winding and winding, as if it will never end, but the scenery is always changing inadvertently, bringing people infinite novelty and expectations.

The mountains are poor and the water is full of doubts, and there is another village.

In addition to the mountains, he also passed by rivers and lakes, perfectly meeting the sunrise on the banks of the Agami River, and saying goodbye to the sunset on the Casti Lake.

Sunrise and sunset, clouds roll and clouds relax, in such a relaxing journey, people can easily forget their troubles, forget the passage of time, and devote themselves to the charm of nature.

And whenever he saw the guitar following him, Deng Yuantian would think of the purpose of this trip.

But when he tried to pluck the strings, he still didn't get back the feeling he used to. Even in the wilderness in the countryside, he still had no inspiration, his fingers were sluggish, and he could only return to the car in vain.

After the road trip, Deng Yuantian set off for country S and visited many cultural landscapes.

He stood in the huge baroque church looking up at the colorful dome, and he also stood by the flower window, watching the crowds outside.

Such a journey is as interesting as enjoying the natural scenery, but he also failed to touch the tentacles of creation.

One month after saying goodbye to Matthew, Deng Yuantian came to the snowy T city.

He came to see the aurora.

When making the travel list, Deng Yuantian dug out his childhood notebook. The crooked words on the yellowed paper were full of childlike innocence, writing about the places he most yearned for and the things he wanted to do most when he was young. One of them was Can see the aurora.

T city is located in the aurora area. Before booking the flight ticket, Deng Yuantian checked the KP forecast value of T city in the next few days on the software. The level is very high, and it is a good time to observe the aurora.

In the evening of that day, he arrived in T City. Just as he got off the plane, his breath turned into frost, and the sub-zero wind howled and tore people's clothes. Deng Yuantian shrank his neck and got into the car he had agreed to.

As soon as he sat down firmly, the driver let out an ooh and asked, "Are you here to see the aurora? If so, unfortunately, you won't be able to see it today because it's raining outside."

Deng Yuantian turned his head and saw that there were indeed large and small raindrops on the ground outside. It seems that the weather forecast with modern technology may not be reliable.

He couldn't see the aurora when it rained, and he felt regretful, and sighed: "It seems that we have to stay one more night."

The driver smiled: "Actually, it's also very good. You can experience more about our local customs."

"That's right," Deng Yuantian nodded, "It's also a kind of luck."

Although the weather is not good, there will be no problem with the room booked in advance.

Deng Yuantian chose a famous hot spring resort as a resting place.

When his body was soaked in the warm spring water again, he thought of Matthew, and remembered that the other party once said that he wanted to watch an aurora in T City. He thought that if he hadn't hesitated at that time, maybe the two of them could go together now.

Half an hour later, he dried his hair and returned to the room, and posted the photos he took two days ago on his ins.

His social platform account has been made public a long time ago, and there are many comments on the travel news he posted before, and many fans deliberately went over the wall to leave a message.

He gave up the Weibo account he used, not because he hated sharing his life with the public, but because he didn't want to recall the experience of those six months.

Even so, he still misses his fans who are always paying attention to him, presumably sharing updates from time to time can also reassure them.

After posting the photos, Deng Yuantian poured a glass of warm water, took two sleeping pills and drank them, then turned off the lights and fell asleep.

The next day, Deng Yuantian tried ice fishing.

The local ice fishing staff in T City personally taught him how to use the tools, and they taught him very patiently. Deng Yuantian caught his first trophy shortly after he got started. It tasted very good after cooking it and sprinkled it with seasoning.

After ice fishing, he also tried his hand at sledding.

In the evening, Deng Yuantian came to the appointed wooden house and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Half a minute later, the door opened, and a tall and strong man about 60 years old stood inside the door with a kind smile on his face.

"Hi, welcome to my cabin!"

Hearing the movement at the door, cheers came from the house, and someone was asking, "Is there another friend here?" The owner who opened the door answered yes.

Deng Yuantian took two steps inside, and after a while, his expression froze.

There were two men and a woman sitting around the round table, one of them was Matthew.

He was also taken aback when he saw Deng Yuantian, but he quickly reacted, stood up and walked towards him: "What a coincidence, Dylan, I see you again."

After a brief daze, Deng Yuantian naturally returned him a hug.

"It's nice to meet again." When he said this, a clear sense of relief surged in his heart.

The owner quickly delivered beer and beef, and the four tourists, including Deng Yuantian, came from all over the world, and there were so many things to chat about.

The only woman is from country Q, named Amy, a fashion designer with a pair of deep and charming blue pupils.The man other than Matthew is a university professor named Joe.

Calculated in this way, Deng Yuantian's age is the youngest, but only.

Amy looked at him curiously and asked, "At your age, you should be in college now, right?"

Deng Yuantian shook his head: "No, I did graduate from middle school last summer, but I didn't sign up."

Joe nodded thoughtfully: "It's normal. As far as I know, country D's high school graduation results can be kept valid for two years. Dylan only needs to apply to a university within two years."

He took a sip of beer and said again: "I hope that the students I teach are like Dylan, who go out to practice first. Reading is very important, and experience is more important."

"That's right," Amy was about to say something, but when she turned her head, her gaze was attracted by an angelic face, "Where did this little princess come from?"

Deng Yuantian followed her gaze and saw that the owner was holding a little girl in a red padded coat with a sweet smile on her face.

The owner smiled and said, "This is my granddaughter, Nancy."

Amy praised sincerely: "It's so cute."

Nancy was not afraid of strangers at all. She ran over and called everyone. She looked cute and sweet, and made everyone laugh.

Soon, she saw the guitar that Deng Yuantian placed beside the table.

"Brother, what is this?"

Deng Yuantian smiled and said, "Guitar."

"Is it a musical instrument?"

"Yes."

Nancy pursed her lips shyly, and said in a low voice, "Can I have a look?"

"of course can."

Deng Yuantian raised his hand to rub her long fluffy hair, and opened the guitar bag.

Nancy let out a "wow", raised her arms, and caressed her palm along the guitar with gentle movements, as if she was dressing up her Barbie princess and weaving a fairy tale dream.

Amy said with bright eyes, "I don't know if I have the honor to listen to a guitar in the polar region."

Matthew fits the sentence: "I want to hear it too."

Deng Yuantian hesitated for a moment, then took the guitar completely out of the bag and held it in his arms.

The fire in the stove was burning extremely vigorously, and in the warm wooden house, everyone's eyes were on him.

Deng Yuantian took a deep breath, and showed them a smile as warm as a stove fire.

Then he lowered his head and put his fingers close to the strings.

He played a classic country nursery rhyme, the tune was soft and melodious, and the guitar sounded in the quiet house, like a spring river flowing slowly.

Everyone in the room was listening, but no one made a sound.

During the performance, Deng Yuantian tried his best to make himself forget what had happened.

He succeeded more than half of it, and only lost his mind during the last quarter, and almost failed to continue.

At the end of the play, when the fingers stopped to pluck the strings, the others still applauded.

"Great!" Joe exclaimed in surprise.

Amy curled her red lips: "It's very nice, this is my favorite nursery rhyme when I was a child."

Deng Yuantian raised his head, the corners of his mouth curled up somewhat reluctantly, but the others didn't notice it.

They had dinner and were two hours away from seeing the aurora.

Nancy liked Deng Yuantian very much, and after he played the guitar, her eyes were full of admiration. After dinner, she insisted on taking him for a walk on the frozen lake. Apart from the owner, everyone else went with her.

Nancy took Deng Yuantian's hand, stepped on the snow and raised her head and asked, "Brother, why do you want to learn the guitar?"

Deng Yuantian said: "Because my father makes music, I have been exposed to these since I was a child, and I learned it naturally."

Nancy snorted, "So are you making music now?"

After she finished speaking, she added: "I mean... um... work."

"No," Deng Yuantian answered her softly, "I encountered some difficulties, so I can't continue for the time being."

"Why are you having trouble?"

Children always like to break the casserole and ask the end, and adults don't know how to answer many questions.

Deng Yuantian tried his best to give an easy-to-understand explanation: "Because I met some people and some things before, but I didn't get what I wanted, so I was a little sad and not happy enough."

Nancy asked ignorantly, "If you're doing what you want, why aren't you happy?"

Deng Yuantian opened his mouth, ready to answer, when the immature voice crossed his mind, he suddenly froze.

If you're doing what you want to do, why aren't you happy?

Yes, since he entered the entertainment circle, he has had emotional happiness, and now he knows that those happiness are fake, and now he doesn't want to think about it.

But in life, he often felt boring and tired during those few months.He had been vaguely aware of it at that time, but he was driven by the fast-paced life and never thought about it. Now he only glimpsed the answer in the child's innocent words, and suddenly realized it.

At this moment, he finally realized a problem, the way in the past might be wrong.

Before his death, his father, William, said that he wanted to see him singing and dancing on the stage, so he went to China, entered the entertainment industry, stood on the stage, and everyone could see the light in him.

But in fact, he doesn't fully adapt, and even seems out of place in many cases.

The entertainment industry is like a huge glass maze, some doors and windows are magnifying mirrors, some are zooming mirrors, and some are distorting mirrors.

Some things are maliciously enlarged, some are deliberately shrunk, and some are even distorted.

The insiders look at the outsiders through a thick barrier, and the outsiders also look at the half-truths and half-false events with joy or sadness.

Many things are not true.

Many times people cannot judge what is true and what is false.Because in that circle there is too much hypocrisy, too much whitewashing, and too much interference and confusion.If you want to recognize clearly, you will often hit your head badly.

He really likes the stage, but he really doesn't like the glass maze.

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The names of places and scenic spots in the article are semi-fictional and do not necessarily correspond to reality.