Confessions of a retired star

"Please...please..."

Zhu Shisi uttered the first sentence. To be precise, he was He Sai, using his hoarse vocal cords and numb tongue to convey the fragmented pronunciation to the pale mouth with difficulty.

The sound was so small that it was almost covered by the humming of the equipment operation. All the personnel on site listened to Zhu Shisi's monologue with pointed ears. These two repeated "please" were like hooks, which attracted more than a dozen pairs of inquiring eyes. .

"Please, stop killing people..."

The fragmented lines made up a complete sentence, and Zhu Shisi's tone was extremely vague, like a hand stretched out of his throat, smashing his words into pieces, and kneading them into a chaotic ball. Everyone knew that he was What to say, but almost no one understood his semantics at the first time.

The screenwriter folded his arms and sighed: "Yes, it's this feeling of self-grabbing."

Qing Feng stood up, pushed aside Wu Linkang who was standing in front of him, and quietly walked behind the monitor.

"He Sai, I love you, this is love, it is love, it is redemption, it is I love you!" Suddenly, Zhu Shisi's curled body straightened, and he jumped up excitedly and shouted.

"Don't lie to yourself, you love me, you are me, you must kill them, don't, hahaha, don't lie to yourself!"

Zhu Shisi paced up and down the rental house impatiently, slamming every word, as fast as a gun, illogical, and his emotions jumped out violently with his frantically shaking pupils.

"Did you see it, did you smell it, the blood, the blood that excited us, you saw it!"

He screamed excitedly, grabbed his messy hair, and slammed himself into the mirror by the window. With a few muffled bangs, a stream of blood fell from the tip of the heart-like beauty, drawing a midline for the outline and dividing the face into two parts. in two halves.

Zhu Shisi stared at the dripping blood at a close distance, his eyes almost crossed, he stopped roaring, and felt the fishy smell blankly, feeling the cruel sweetness as it slid to his lips and fell into his taste buds.

"..."

In the death-like silence, there are tiny sounds of tongue stirring, drooling and swallowing, tiny sounds of breathing convulsions, low decibel tinnitus as indifferent as a mechanical failure, and heavy heartbeat that slowly gathers strength after a dead tree comes back to life.

Zhu Shisi's face was divided into two halves by bloodshot eyes, with almost perfectly symmetrical facial features, but they developed different expressions in the dead silence.

Left face, ignorant, right face, sober.

Left cheek, resistance, right cheek, warm invitation.

Left cheek, mantra, right cheek, sophistry.

Left face, weeping, right face, smirking.

Then, laughing and crying, the two most complementary emotions, merge into one, sucking up the tears, flattening the corners of the mouth, interrupting the monologue, and suspending the contradiction.

Then, Zhu Shisi knelt on the ground again, on the terrazzo floor that was screened by the sunlight from the window, with his calves touching the ground and his upper body upright, as if performing a prayer ceremony, he reverently unbuttoned his shirt, which was about to fall.

One, another.

The light-transmitting cotton cloth slid down the wrist and slowly fell to the ground. The dim and cold sunlight under the blue glass, falling like a dream, illusoryly covered Zhu Shisi's body covered with imprints.Zhu Shisi raised his paper-white neck, patiently divided the distance between his legs to the width of his shoulders, and moved his trembling fingers to...

What follows is an intimate scene that lasts 10 minutes, which is different from the previous two-person scene where one person played two roles. In addition to the entanglement between He Sai and K, this scene will also be edited and inserted | clips of He Sai's self-dissolution, It intuitively shows that the crazy touch between He Sai and K is actually He Sai's own illusion.

Zhu Shisi played on the spot and made a new treatment. He naturally interspersed the two passions together, playing the role of He Sai alone, and the entangled He Sai and K, stitching together a crazy and desperate He Sai And an equally crazy and desperate K.

10 minutes later……

Qing Feng stared at the monitor in a daze, and thunderous applause sounded around him, and he suddenly woke up, rushed into the set and shouted: "My God, touch it, goose bumps, real goose bumps!"

"This period of performance has greatly exceeded expectations, which is great!"

It was the screenwriter who spoke, and Chen Quan also nodded: "I don't have any idol baggage at all, it's He Sai himself, don't tell me, just now I really thought Fang Ting was acting."

Zhu Shisi's hand was grabbed by Qing Feng and pressed against his arm, Zhu Shisi passively touched Qing Feng a few times, then slowly came out of the role, and said perfunctorily: "There is still a big gap between me and the actor. "

Seeing that everyone was praising Shisi, and even Qingfeng was twisting him, Wu Linkang was extremely embarrassed, and ran to call Lei Ao timidly.

After the crowd around Zhu Shisi dispersed, Guo Xi in the corner stepped forward and handed him a piece of paper: "Brother Si, wipe off the plasma on your face."

"Plasma?" Zhu Shisi took the tissue suspiciously, "Is there plasma on my face?"

"Yeah, it's all flowed into the neck."

Qingfeng snatched the paper and wiped it for Zhu Shisi, then stood on tiptoe and leaned towards his beautiful woman: "My mother, it's real blood! It's no match, I'm really no match for you."

Zhu Shisi rubbed his hair, and his fingers were indeed bloodshot. He didn't know what he did after entering the play, and only controlled his body with the character's will.

Hit your head off?Zhu Shisi ran to the director to watch the replay again.

"Go and check the wound, the infirmary is next door, next time use props, don't fight like that."

Zhu Shisi looked at Chen Quan: "Next time...?"

Chen Quan laughed: "Just wait, the results will come out tomorrow."

After going to the infirmary to apply the medicine, Zhu Shisi was going to go home directly. In addition to waiting for the interview results tomorrow, he also had to participate in an all-star charity event.

Today's scene was very exhausting. Attending the public welfare event COC together will inevitably have to sell rot with Yan Yu. It is also a hard job, so I have to go back and rest early.

Zhu Shisi and Guo Xi got into the elevator, and just as the door was about to close, Qing Feng slipped in like a snake through the gap two palms wide.

"You haven't left yet?"

"Of course, am I waiting for you?"

"..."

The elevator went down to the first floor, and Qingfeng stood still by the door, insisting on waiting for Zhu Shisi to get out of the elevator before going out:

"Hey, let me tell you something."

"You don't have to tell me if you're joking."

"Oh, it's not a joke," Qing Feng quickened his pace to catch up with Zhu Shisi, "The acting skills are not as good as yours, I agree, but don't get too excited, I'm the one lying on the dragon bed of the producer."

Qingfeng's laughter echoed in the hall, and after the laughter drifted away, Guo Xi complained silently: "It's not a feudal society, return the dragon bed..."

"It's called Jinmo Zhehei. If you have too much contact with Lei Ao, normal people will become crazy," Zhu Shisi concluded arrogantly, and added secretly, "But Qingfeng was not a normal person before. .”

When speaking ill of someone, he didn't need to be frightened. Just as Zhu Shisi sneered at Lei Ao and Qing Feng, the phone rang, making him tremble.

Zhu Shisi reached out to touch the mobile phone in the shoulder bag, and just now he received a few text messages from Q Bu after turning it on, and he couldn't bear to call back before he had time to reply, the young man was just impatient.

"..." Zhu Shisi found the phone, squinted at Guo Xi beside him, "Xiao Guo, you go drive first, I'll go to the bathroom."

"Ok."

After taking Guo Xizhi away, Zhu Shisi took out his phone expectantly and looked at it. It was not Q Bu, but Yan Yu.

I adjusted the tone of my snickering, but you actually changed my partner?

"What?"

Zhu Shisi answered the phone angrily.

"Depend on."

Yan Yu on the other side was also angry.

"Rely on what?"

"Rely on...what are you relying on? By the way, which groups in our company will participate in tomorrow's event?"

"how could I know?"

"Why don't you know? Don't you know everything clearly?"

"I've been preparing for the show for the past two days. I don't have time to take care of it. The assistant didn't give you the activity list?"

"He's been on leave for the past few days, go and ask Guo Xi which groups he will join tomorrow."

"...Okay," Zhu Shisi paused for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Do you want to ask SMASH if you want to go?"

There was a booming sound from the receiver, as if something had been knocked over.

Zhu Shisi secretly smiled: "I'll ask Guo Xi to send you the activity list later."

Yan Yu was dangling back and forth on the computer chair, and when Zhu Shisi said this out of the blue, Yan Yu became unsteady and fell to the ground, grabbing the computer desk for a long time before getting up.

"Damn it," Yan Yu rubbed his sore waist, "This guy isn't spying on me, is he?"

But Yan Yu thought about it again, and felt that there was no reason for Zhu Shisi to spy on him like this. He held the phone for a while, and decided not to worry about it anymore, and watching the concert was more important.

The DVD version of SMASH's [-]th anniversary concert was playing on the curved screen monitor. Yan Yu pulled the playback bar forward for a few minutes, and the video was frozen on Yin Bing's full-body shot. At that time, he had short hair, just like now. Tall and handsome.

Yan Yu swallowed, pressed the pause button, skillfully cut more than a dozen pictures, turned on PS to adjust the contrast and brightness, sharpen the portrait, blur the background, cut them into a uniform size, and store them in a file named [Main Singer Ten Anniversary DVD] folder.

The wallpaper behind the file column is Yin Bing playing the electric guitar, the Q group on the desktop flashes wildly, Yan Yu clicks on one of them, and throws the photo you just uploaded into the group, and all the group members praise the lead singer So handsome, A Su broke his leg, and Yan Yu also posted a series of coquettish emoticons here, and 99+ messages in the group instantly swiped the screen.

After closing the Q group, Yan Yu continued to take screenshots and save P pictures.Photographers in the industry say that Yan Yu is professional, and Zhu Shisi street photography is good at finding angles and knows post-processing. Yan Yu OS: I am a station sister, of course I am professional.

That's right, besides being an active member of COC, Yan Yu is also a fan of Yin Bing, wearing a girl's vest, and is a mysterious administrator and patron of a large website.

This is Yan Yu's secret, currently only he knows.

In order to keep this secret, Yan Yu pretended to be at odds with Yin Bing from the day he secretly fell in love with Yin Bing.Over time, the disguise became real. Every time he saw Yin Bing himself, Yan Yu bristled like a frightened kitten, and automatically turned on the arrogant mode that didn't match his old fritters.

Yan Yu was very speechless about his state of being finely divided. He obviously liked Yin Bing crazy, but every time he met him, he felt as if he was about to explode. He either ran away as soon as he saw him, or fought back hard.

In the end, Yan Yu came to a conclusion: I only like Yin Bing on the stage, and Yin Bing off the stage is a demon. It is normal to be afraid of him, resist him, and feel guilty when I see him.