Brilliant

Mo Beicheng sprayed water on the ground.

This was probably the moment when Mo Beicheng was most rude in Shen Fengming's impression.

"I don't mean anything else, that is, his career has just started..." Shen Fengming quickly explained, "Sun Junliang asked me to ask if you are, if so...Sun Junliang's It means that he wants to find an opportunity to break you up."

"We... No, just roommates." Mo Beicheng explained.

But when he said this answer, his heart was a little empty.

"That's fine." Shen Fengming got the answer, looked at his phone, "It's getting late, I'm going to take Lulu back to sleep."

"Yeah." Mo Beicheng got up to see him off.

Lulu reached out and grabbed Mo Beicheng's clothes: "Goodbye, uncle, today's uncle is better looking than last time's uncle."

"What are you thinking all day long, kid?" Shen Fengming scolded.

"It's okay, kid." Mo Beicheng took a small candy from the counter and stuffed it in Lulu's hand. Lulu held the candy in her little hand and said thank you embarrassedly.

Wen Mingyuan's initial training was also gradually on the right track. Sun Junliang didn't want Wen Mingyuan to over-promote at the beginning, which would consume Wen Mingyuan's popularity. Wen Mingyuan himself wanted to take the line of strength, so Sun Junliang sent him back to read the script first.

It was rare for Mo Beicheng to rest at home and read a few scripts with him.

"Does little brother have any ideas?" Wen Mingyuan asked him.

"I haven't finished it yet, there are too many." Mo Beicheng replied, "Why don't you briefly tell me about the plot."

Wen Mingyuan briefly explained the plot for him.

The background of the story takes place in the superficial era. The male and female protagonists are brothers and sisters who grew up together. After the division was destroyed, they embarked on the road of slaying demons and demons. The second male played by Wen Mingyuan is the younger brother of the Demon King. Abandoned by the tribe when he was a child, he accidentally got the help of the heroine, so he fell in love with the heroine deeply, and finally died at the hands of the heroine, using his own spine to forge a unparalleled sword blade for the heroine , and the best hero and heroine also used this sword to kill the demon king.

It’s not a novel story, but it’s good because the production team is excellent, every little story is well connected, and the special effects and music are well done. According to Sun Junliang, these external things may cover up the flaws of the script .

"So, is there anything you don't understand?" Mo Beicheng raised his head and asked.

"It's my first time playing a role, and I'm a little nervous," Wen Mingyuan opened the script, "Maybe it's because I've been looking forward to it for too long, and I can't find the feeling."

"What do you want to feel, this character is not complicated, just act as you usually do." Mo Beicheng replied.

Wen Mingyuan shook his head: "Little brother, you can't do this. If you want to fill a bottle of water, you must prepare a bucket of water. This has always been my principle. So, little brother, do you have any music about secret love for me? Listen and feel the light of art."

"Secret love? "For Alice", although Beethoven did not explicitly say whether this piece is about secret love." Mo Beicheng said.

"What's that?" Wen Mingyuan picked up his phone and searched for the song in the music software. He clicked on it and listened to it, "Isn't this a music box song?"

"Some people say that Alice is a student of Beethoven, and Beethoven liked her for a long time, so he wrote this piece of music for her, but that student finally married someone." Mo Beicheng replied, "But this is also speculation I don’t know if it’s true or not.”

"No, this melody is too familiar for me to bring into it." Wen Mingyuan turned off the music, "It's the kind with a big difference in status and class, because I feel that the younger brother of the demon king is a bit like the heroine, that kind of ...It's like the only ray of sunshine in a gloomy life, because the heroine illuminates his life, that's why he likes the heroine so much..."

Mo Beicheng looked up at Wen Mingyuan.

"I don't know if I've over-interpreted it, but from the script, I think the younger brother of the Demon King is very lonely. He was abandoned since he was a child, and he has no friends or family. It is conceivable that he must have a good life in the world. Very bitter, so bitter that he thinks that the heroine is just a short-lived person in his life, and is his only salvation, yes, it is salvation, his love for the heroine should not be just love, but desire, just like the believers do for gods , longing for her mercy." Wen Mingyuan explained.

Mo Beicheng was silent for a while: "You have already understood it deeply, so you don't need to worry about other things."

Wen Mingyuan marked a few words on the script: "But I think this is not enough, there is something missing."

"Maybe you are too nervous," Mo Beicheng picked up another piece of paper, "Excessive interpretation is not necessarily a good thing, why don't you take a break?"

"No, I always feel like I overlooked something." Wen Mingyuan got up and made himself a cup of coffee.

Mo Beicheng thought for a long time, and said, "You shouldn't focus all your attention on the heroine."

"Huh?" Wen Mingyuan was puzzled.

"Have you ever thought about it, Demon King? The younger brother of the Demon King you play is your brother who is going to be killed. Have you considered this relationship?" Mo Beicheng pointed at a sentence in the script, "The script says It is said that the heroine's talent is very poor, and she has been relying on her senior brother to protect her, so the question arises, what is the reason why the demon king's younger brother was abandoned?"

Wen Mingyuan seemed to have suddenly remembered something: "It's also poor in talent, so you mean that they are actually the same kind."

"I think that rather than longing, the younger brother of the demon king may have more sympathy for the heroine, or a kind of jealousy. Although he is still struggling in the sea of ​​suffering, the heroine has always had a senior brother to protect herself. This Behind the jealousy is the hope that the heroine will fall into hell with him and accompany him at the end of darkness." Mo Beicheng explained.

Wen Mingyuan took a pen and wrote it down quickly, "So in the end, he was relieved. Compared with his own selfish request, it is better to say that he can help her and build a better future for her."

"And let her hold a sharp weapon to destroy the source of her pain, which is the demon king." Mo Beicheng got up and opened the piano box, "Use everything I have to achieve another person."

He could recall that, belonging to this feeling, there was a piece of music.

The eternal melody in the opera will lose its terrifying and breathtaking power if it is only played by the violin.

The deep love buried in the darkness, the music that comes every night—"The Phantom of the Opera", translated as "The Phantom of the Opera".

Ugly demons, lonely monsters, restrained love mixed with fat desires, unscrupulous souls and imprisoned bodies.

The notes danced on the strings, and the trembling rhythm filled the whole room, as if this was an underground labyrinth, as if the masked monster with deep love lived here, all the scenes began to rotate, only the Putting the violin is clear.

Under that terror and trembling, hides the purest and most beautiful love, hides a fresh and beating heart.

At this time, Mo Beicheng didn't seem to be playing the melody, but the melody was his puppet, his master, and his leader, and he danced under the command of the melody.

Through the melody, Wen Mingyuan seemed to smell the watery smell of the underground labyrinth and feel the biting coldness.

"Singforme."

This line also came to mind of the two of them, and it was also the lyrics in the song.

The Phantom of the Opera looks up at the beautiful Christina, it is his light, his singer, his salvation, the leader of his love, but it is not his, only in the dark night can one look at Christina with twisted love.

Deprivation, restraint, sickness and madness.

Is this music?

Wen Mingyuan looked up at the unconcealable light on Mo Beicheng's body.

That is the real brilliance, the dazzling brilliance that cannot be forgotten.

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