Don't Touch My Movie [Entertainment]

Later, they went around to the Belgian movie just now, and the two of them had already picked up the second cigarette in their hands.

Lin Shen felt that he needed to talk to him today, and the story of this painter aroused his Yu Shengnan, making him suddenly unable to distinguish the barrier between reality and illusion.

"The protagonist in the movie just now is a painter. In "Fishing in the Dry Marsh", I am also a painter. My favorite is the reeds floating by the lake. The farthest boundary between the lake and the sky is blurred, and the dark clouds are pressed down. .I love scenes like that, as long as I have a pen and paper in hand, I will draw them. If not, I will stick them in my head."

He Chengling noticed his words, not that I acted as a painter, but that I was a painter.If it is not because he is too sensitive, then the gap may be a hidden crisis.

He took another drag on his cigarette, "What happened next?"

"Later..." Lin Shen suppressed his voice and smiled, "Tomorrow it will be screened, so I won't spoil it. Go and see for yourself."

Although he wanted to confide in him, it was enough to finish the paragraph just now, and if he continued to talk, he would inevitably talk about himself, so why bother.

And now he can clearly distinguish between the real and the fake.Yu Shengnan is false, but He Chengling is true.

He Chengling also laughed, his relaxed muscles became lazy, and even the tobacco smoke showed a sense of tenderness. "Co-author, you came to be a lobbyist for Zong Ting and invited me to watch his movie."

Lin Shen lowered his eyes to look at him, and his tone became smooth again. Everything just now was completely covered up, as if it never existed. "I'm not a lobbyist for Zong Ting, I just want you to watch my movie."

He Chengling raised his eyes to look at him. He originally wanted to ask Lin Shen, "Aren't you tired of pretending to like me?" or "What do you want from me?", but when he met those eyes, , he suddenly felt that these two questions were irrelevant.

There is no need for them to explain these things clearly and clearly.Even if he had felt his heart beating faster for this person, he would never be really tempted. It was just an instinctive reaction to seeing beautiful things, and Lin Shen didn't need to think about it.

They are just two bored people trying to make their lives look interesting without going crazy with a motive.

It's just that Lin Shen used a hypocritical infatuation, while he used a quiet approach.

So He Chengling finally just said after a moment of silence, "Okay, I will go."

Naturally, Lin Shen didn't know that He Chengling had already analyzed it clearly. He was just satisfied that he could have a more intimate opportunity with this person to get to know him, like knowing that painting, that poem, that piece of music and that leopard cat. "He Chengling, you don't hate me anymore, do you?"

"I don't hate it, and I don't like it much, I just want to win you." Whether it was in the less important variety show "Fatal Game", or in the new movie where he bet with Gou Zhiyu, he thought crazily To win.

Isee, icome, iconquer.

I come, I see, I conquer.

Julius Caesar's famous words are his life creed.

Lin Shen didn't mind that He Chengling gave such an answer. Taking his previous experience of teasing cats and dogs, this is already a good situation.He can get exactly what he wants from it.

Of course, he would be happier if the situation was better.

"The next time I record a show, I'll wait for you to beat me."

He Chengling raised his chin, "Of course."

Citrus aroma, cedar flavor, tobacco gas, the three flavors are mixed together to create a new flavor.Had the perfumer been present, he would have found these a fascinating pairing too.

"It's raining." Lin Shen looked at the floor-to-ceiling glass window, touched it with his hand that was not holding a cigarette, and said in a hoarse voice.

He Chengling followed the direction of that hand and saw that it was indeed raining.

The wet water droplets wash the leaves, shake off the white petals, and stir up the dust. It is the rare May rain that Cannes has not seen for a long time.

The Mediterranean climate controlled by the subtropical high pressure belt has very little summer precipitation, and it has always been dry and warm here. Such an incident is enough to make this land look different, as if it touched something called life.

"It's a rare rain." He Chengling made the same movement as Lin Shen, and he also put the hand that was not holding the cigarette on the glass. It was clearly separated by a barrier, but he really wanted to be able to feel the rain. Kind of cool. "Berlin didn't like rain very much at the time, and there were more sunny days."

"But Berlin has never been very hot." Lin Shen continued his words, "Pingjing is much hotter than there."

"It's not yet the hottest time in Pingjing," He Chengling smiled, "I remember that one year at five o'clock in the afternoon, I could spread boiled eggs on the road."

Lin Shen put out his cigarette and asked, "Do you want to go back?"

"Go back." He Chengling also put out the cigarette, and asked again when he remembered something, "Did you bring an umbrella?"

As a director, he can pay less attention to his image. Anyway, compared to those colleagues with beer bellies in tank tops and shorts, he has achieved benevolence and righteousness, but Lin Shen is an actor, and he is quite famous here because he has made French movies. After being photographed and posted, it rained, and the hairstyle and clothes were all wet, so there was no grace to speak of.

"No, I don't like to open an umbrella. Isn't this kind of rain suitable for going out for a walk?" After Lin Shen finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and gave He Chengling a gentleman's salute for waltzing.

"Would you like to go out with me?" Lin Shen invited, and used the address he used when recording "Deadly Game - The Republic of China", "My dear, Your Majesty the King."

"It's an honor," He Chengling stretched out his hand, but instead of resting on that hand, he directly pulled the other's wrist, "I am noble, Mr. Knight."

The rain wasn't too heavy, but it was enough to wet hair and clothes. He Chengling's dark green casual suit jacket didn't look so obvious, but Lin Shen's beige jacket soon showed watermarks.

Lin Shen obviously realized this too. He took off the coat and put it on his wrist, and only wore the dark blue shirt inside. "I remember when someone mentioned to me that your favorite author is García Márquez?"

If Zhou Herui would already be able to mock the hypocrisy of his boss here, it is obviously the interviews and magazines he has specially researched and read, but now he says it by accident and accident, no one can compare to his ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense .

But He Chengling didn't know this. He pushed back his wet hair with his hands, exposing his smooth forehead, and said, "Yes. I like García Márquez the most."

"Because of "One Hundred Years of Solitude"?" After the premiere of "Ji" in China, they once discussed the issue of fate. At that time, He Chengling argued hard on the issue of "One Hundred Years of Solitude".

"No, it's because of "Evil Hour"."

A murder incident caused by an anonymous post suddenly appeared in a peaceful town, but the investigation led by the mayor was full of undercurrents.

"Do you like his fantasy world of literature and art without forgetting the real worries of his home country?"

After all, compared with "One Hundred Years of Solitude", "The Evil Hour" does not have a spectacular grand pattern, nor does it have Marquez's iconic magicism.Even his debut novel, Dead Leaf, is more Marquez-like than this one.But He Chengling just likes this practice work of "One Hundred Years of Solitude", so this should be the best explanation.

In fact, there is a more charming and romantic reason that made He Chengling like García Márquez since "Evil Hour", but He Chengling didn't intend to tell Lin Shen that reason, so he just said: "You don't think this is loneliness No matter whether it’s the mayor or the priest, whether it’s a political dictator or a spiritual controller, no matter how high they are, none of them can escape the fateful loneliness.”

"Yes, very lonely." Lin Shen never thought that He Chengling was grasping this point.The mayor who came to power through a bloody coup, who lost the trust of the people and finally solved the problem by killing people, prayed and repented day and night, the priest who was full of faith but could do nothing, the businessmen who put on masks and defecated in the courtyard, the judge and the barber Conversations about the political status quo, and the never-ending rain and heat.

"There is nothing more lonely than a neurotic society. Such a background is destined to bring loneliness to everyone living in this land."

He Chengling showed that malicious smile again, but this time he was no longer condescending, but integrated himself into it. "But I like this. Everyone is obviously twisted to the point of going crazy, but they can still pretend to be peaceful and peaceful. And as long as the balance is not broken, they can pretend forever. Much Awesome, how ridiculous."

Lin Shen felt that he was alluding to something, but it seemed that he was just commenting.It was difficult for him to find the gap, so he could only continue to listen.

He heard He Chengling conclude with such a sentence, "This is really a good story."

"By the way," He Chengling continued, "I remember a sentence in "Evil Hour" clearly, and I think I can remember it forever."

"Which sentence?" Lin Shen listened attentively.

It was already dark, and the light from the street lamps turned the rain into silvery white lines. Under such a background, Lin Shen listened to He Chengling say: "I will stay in your dream forever, until death comes."

"Although it is out of date, and I also understand the background of the original sentence," Lin Shen said the premise, with a smile in his tone, and the obvious tenderness and playfulness in his eyes, "But He Chengling, when you say this sentence under the current situation, it sounds to me It really feels like a love story rather than a curse."

He Chengling glared at him, "That's because you only have a few things in your mind."

"Yeah," Lin Shen smiled even more heartily, "Who made me think about you."

……

"Damn! Crazy!"

really.

Lin Shen thought, compared to the stern and sarcastic He Chengling, the one who scolded him was more pleasing.

The author has something to say: Note Jun:

(1) The Mediterranean climate has mild and rainy winters and hot and dry summers.

(2) Berlin has a temperate continental climate.

High school geography gave me a new life.

This chapter hides a lot of foreshadowing, welcome everyone to open their minds.