Recapture the Entertainment Industry

It's time to fall.

The summer heat dissipated and the greenery in the yard slowly began to wither and the dense leaves fell to the ground, revealing lonely and tenacious branches that grew towards the sky.

Fresh air poured out of the wide open window, the building was tall, Xu Zhen sat in a wheelchair and looked out from a distance on his side.

The moving right hand also gently rubs the button on the armrest of the electric wheelchair, pressing, the wheelchair makes a small buzz and scrolls forward a few steps.

Back, forward, forward, back. Enjoy it.

After Cao Dingkun's death, he also sat in a wheelchair for some time. That time he was beaten especially hard, and he also lay in bed for a long time before being able to walk down. Because preparing for an audition would require a warm hand relationship, even if he could leave, he would need to pretend to be a patient who couldn't walk comfortably. At that time, Su Shengbai pushed him into various media and television buildings. His mind was still relatively stable. After all, being unable to get up and walk was just an illusion.

Lies always come at a price. Now he can't separate himself from the wheelchair for life. No matter how long he will live, all the special action buttons on the right side of this wheelchair will accompany him for life. It's more like a curse.

To ensure convenient transportation, the newest sanatorium is chosen in the city and the environment is naturally not as good as in the suburbs.

He can no longer live alone, and even a caregiver may not be able to take care of a patient like him. Excretory incontinence alone is a huge problem. Xu Zhen had to put on his diaper pants, which he had rejected since he learned, and solved them in his pants with shame and resentment in his wheelchair.

“Xu Zhui.” Someone pushed the door, Xu Zhen painstakingly controlled the wheelchair to turn around, the sharpness of the eyes was better than in the past, one eye made someone stand up quickly, is the deputy director, “ready to go, is your side ready? ”

* * * * * * *

The pavement tree in T City is Wutong. At this time of year, the ground is filled with dead leaves. Large and crisp, the wheels crush over and brush.

The seat was flattened, Rodin lay on his side and struck a flaw, seeping water from the star spot in his eyes. He rubbed it off with his fingers.

Wu Fangyuan covered his body with a thin blanket and took his other hand and couldn't help but put down his phone: “Go to sleep. It was only morning last night. What time is it? I'll call you when I get there. ”

Gu Yaxing brushed his flat head down in the passenger seat and looked back from time to time because of his new haircut, which looked extraordinarily spiritual.

Rodin waved as he played and owed: “Give me my phone back. ”

Even though Wu Fangyuan was heartbroken, he dared not take him seriously. He could not help but return his phone to him.

Turn it on, it's Duan Shubo's WeChat: “Don't talk too much to others, take Wu with you to the event, don't drink alcohol, you poor alcohol to death. ”

Luo Ding smiled softly and replied to him: “Okay. ”

Duan Shubo had a short-term activity from the beginning of September for a short period of time, but he couldn't walk away, which is not the same time as Rodin here. It is now his side, about 8: 00 pm.

When two people are separated, they are more tired than when they are together. Stabbing through the window paper is different. One phone call is rare every day. SMS WeChat interaction is all day long. Rodin thought of the person he saw yesterday afternoon on the internet call, because of the poor rest and some puffy face, there was such a pity in his heart that he could not speak.

Gu Yaxing looked back several times and saw his expression, his eyebrows frowned: “Who are you messaging? ”

“Old school.” Rodin handed the phone over to Wu Fangyuan, rolled over and pulled the blanket, beating a boss's arrears.

Gu Yaxing frowned. Naturally, he knew who the old man was, and Rodin had never called anyone by such a familiar name. In Duan Shubo's current position, he and Rodin should have made a deal with Gu Yaxing, but Gu Yaxing always felt something was wrong.

Whether it's two people getting to know each other on a daily basis or how often they communicate, they're much more intimate than regular friends. The expression on Rodin's face just now was unswerving and sweet. Although he didn't laugh, his eyes were tender and visible. Gu Yaxing himself has a few buddies. Never seen anyone so tired. If he ever met such a one, he would probably get nauseous goosebumps.

Thinking that this kind of thing is Fei Brain Cell, Gu Yaxing's brain turned and let go, Rodin is not like the ordinary artists in the company, when faced with him, Gu Yaxing still pay more attention to maintaining respect and distance. He's busy enough now, and if it weren't for the special circumstances of the crew director who started today, he said nothing could be taken to spend time with Rodin. Yaxing Studios is in better shape today than day after day. Rodin has driven the resources of the studios and the resources have driven the connections. Now the third issue of trainees have come out, several of them have made their appearance in the selection show, others have good looks, and some have been given the opportunity to shoot idols. These people dare not say that mixing up to this level of Rodin is almost as difficult as climbing to the whistle, Gu Yaxing now has to take them, and have to take care of Rodin. It can be said that it is painful and happy.

The career of struggling for his life has improved, and he can at least count as a successful person in the traditional concept.

“I forgot to tell you.” Seeing Rodin ready to sleep doesn't care about himself, Gu Yaxing isn't angry, he showed it to him after a few strokes on the screen, "This year's invitation to music has arrived, your new college this year is still negotiating which song, according to this year's sales, you are 100% winner. I'm just not sure what the awards are. The singers who released the album this year haven't been around in years, and the ones who bounced the most are the ones. Sounds like you're planning on going back. Maybe you can get the best singer, the best album or something. ”

Luo Ding smiled: “It doesn't sound happy at all.” There is a feeling that the enemy is too weak, not you.

This man is really cheap and sells well. Now that the young singer is red, who can truly ignore his qualifications over the senior singer? Middle-aged and elderly fans go a lot crazier than younger fans, but only by taking a say can younger fans be brainless. Rodin is lucky enough, not many come out this year to take advantage of his age, if he dares to rob these old singers of their glory, that is the rhythm of black. Gu Yaxing glanced at him and thought about it and worried a little: “There's nothing I should miss about the album, but you have to live in the group with Assassin. After all, Fang Yuan's abilities are limited...” He sighed, "You said Xu Zhen is in such a mental state. I heard that although his body failed, the fire was not small. In the nursing home, the pot smashes the bowl, and it's picky. If you get mad in the crew and get into trouble, he's a patient again, you can't even refute him. If it comes out, you must say you don't respect your predecessors. ”

When he heard him banging on the side, Rodin laughed, indicating that he was not so impulsive, but a little heavy in his heart.

Has Seo Jin reached this point? Clearly the one who loves feathers the attention of outsiders, his face is not even dark easily outside, and now his tantrum has reached a well-known point, remembering the last time he saw each other in the hospital, he could feel the other's spiritual error, Luo Ding sighed.

Decades of emotion have come to this end, and there's really nothing to be happy about.

The car slowly drove to the outskirts of T. Rodin took a brief break, his heart tightened for a moment, and he climbed up and looked out the window. This road leads to the most memorable place of his life--

- Taiheng Mountain.

In his last life, he was buried here.

T City has a complete film and television base, Taiheng Mountain's deputy peak is home to the city's most glorious temple, the scent of incense has become more intense since the beginning of the mountain, the followers along the way, the car stopped at the entrance of the temple, the crew has almost arrived.

The show was founded to this day. Accidents continue and fates abound. Starring and directing successively, the problems of funding, shooting, and personnel are all the more numerous. It's really bad luck not to come in for a bit of incense. Even Rodin, who has never been superstitious, has begun to question his materialism after so many things, and this extra lifetime is not something that science can explain.

Kim Buddha was solemn, and the media dared not offend Buddha Gate Holy Land. He stood in front of the door several rows, and as soon as Rodin got out of the car, all kinds of shutters were heard.

Yuan Bing greeted them together. The ladies wore more traditional trousers. The colors were not very bright. Looking at the spirit of Rodin, they all came over to shush and warm.

Rodin talked to them without a hitch and looked at the car parked inside. The door was opened from the inside of the camera that could not be captured. Inside was a global staff member who Rodin knew. He almost guessed who was sitting inside. It wasn't long before Xu Zhen was pushed out.

The style of the wheelchair is very special, the backrest seems to be much more inclined than an ordinary wheelchair, Xu Zhen leaning on top, covering the blanket from the waist, no smile on the face, keep his head down.

Rodin looked sharply at him and clasped his right hand fist tightly after hearing the shutter.

Sighing, Rodin found herself unable to lift a wave of mercy, including pity, when she saw him.

The media appeared to make Xu Zhen quite nervous. Even the other actors in the crew could see that Yuan Bing's high-ranking bad behavior was too high. Several small artists had quickly run away and started helping him to cover up. More, of course, with the idea of coming together.

Rodin always stood the furthest away from him, and he was not afraid to be seen that he did not like Xu Zhen.

When you enter the hall and close the door, the noise outside the house gets a little farther away.

Xu Zhen insisted that someone remove him from the wheelchair and kneel. His lower body was completely out of control. It was quite difficult to hold him on his knees alone. He held the incense with one hand and was held to the futon. His lips moved quickly, saying nagging without knowing what he was talking about.

The others stood in the distance, Yuan Bingzhang came over and hit Xiao Luoding: “Hey, Xu Zhui, is this the wrong medicine? ”

Rodin grinned and easily captured the expression that no one else could see on Xu Zhenzhen's face. Wrong medication? No, it's just a lack of heart.

* * * * * * * *

The play Assassin, by definition, tells the story of a bunch of assassins.

A group of invisible eagle dogs, kept by the court and driven by officials. They can be entrusted with all the obscene things that cannot be done clearly. Eagle dogs don't need conscience in their lives, they just need to know to obey orders.

Yet exploiting them to their ultimate masters does not necessarily give them a good end out of gratitude.

Born insignificant and unknown after death.

Few people know that they actually have the same love and desire as ordinary people. All this is hidden under unscathed waters, like volcanoes that erupt in the deep sea, often due to excessive calm, which kills the foetus before it is discovered.

Dressed in clothes that wrap themselves tightly around each other, the black man has beautiful lines of thin body and limbs, lying on the yard wall like a hunting leopard awaiting his arrival.

He jumped gently from the wall and landed silently, hitting a roll and hiding in the bushes.

The turban wrapped around his face, revealing only a pair of his glowing eyes in the night, staring closely at the waiter holding the lantern not far away.

The waiter seemed to feel something, slowly turning back, the lantern swooping to the distance, staring: “Anyone there? ”

The shadow of the person in the darkness breathed, his eyes flashed a childish laugh, his servant complained about his thoughts and thought, and he could see the shape change, like a laugh, under the headscarf wrapped tightly around his face.

Then, concealed under various cover, he quickly approached the main house, and two guards outside the door stood as loose. He laughed ridiculously behind the pillars and turned to the roof.

Lift open the tiles, reveal the gaps, find the right place, and still fall silently.

Only then did his childlike emotions converge in the moment of landing, his eyes turned instantly to reveal a thorough chill, and he gently stroked a machete behind him.

The soul swung to the side of the bed, lifting the lint, and the fat old man slept perfectly, crying shallow snoring.

The man in black did not hesitate at all. He wiped his neck with a knife. The man was awakened by pain in his sleep. He instantly opened his eyes and looked at the person, his eyes frightened and ready to struggle.

The black man smiled and stabbed the knife deeper, waiting for the person under the knife to stop struggling, smiling softly, erasing the other person's eyes without meditation.

“Lord Wei...” He stood up softly, dumping the blood beads from the blade, as if facing not a corpse, but a man who was just sleeping.

Flipping through all kinds of ancient books on the bookcase, the house grabbed the dark room switch, took out a stack of letters and paper from a hidden place, and the black man looked over and suddenly turned his head and shouted at the bed position.

“Fish people, I really should stab a few more knives, you know? ”

He stuffed the letter back into his arms and a few jumped out of the window, as if they had not spooked anyone.

The house is still silent.

Yet there is only one life left alive, when the soul is long gone.

* * * * * *

“Ka!” Xu Zhenyi's deputy director put back those just now. When he saw the lenses shooting Rodin's facial expression, he looked at them with a different color.

In order for the actor to realize the real life of the character in the play, the script doesn't have much ink on the details. On this point, Xu Zhen and Cao Dingkun carefully discussed that what he wanted to show was a man of flesh and blood, different from the image of an assassin in a traditional work.

They are not afraid and guilty of harvesting their lives because they never know how precious and precious life is. No one has taught them the logic that ordinary people should understand, that their lives have been tragic from the outset, even when they were exploited, and that they thought they were doing justice on behalf of God.

Apart from killing and obeying orders, they have no further education. Nor is he old, and he may still retain the naive nature of the teenager. These details may be completely buried outside, but when the task is alone, this wonderful contrast character is revealed.

All of Cao Dingkun's understanding was quite tacit with him. However, when Cao Dingkun was originally set to star, his age was raised to more than thirty years. Cao Dingkun's death took away Xu Zhen's vision and fantasy about A Da. In his view, there is not necessarily a deeper understanding of this role in the entertainment industry than Cao Dingkun.

But on the first day of filming, this intrinsic philosophy was completely overturned.

Rodin's every eye, every move, every line, is completely complete, creating blood and bone flesh in an unexpected way for Big A in the text.

The lively smell that comes out of your eyes, mixed with the decisiveness of killing, doesn't even stand out!

The deputy director thought these paragraphs were good, but Rodin shot them differently than he imagined. Xu Zhen did not call for a stop and he shot them smoothly. Now watching Xu Zhen stare at the scene silently, he couldn't help but want to say a few words for Luoding: “Xu Zhen, these articles...”

“Over.” Xu Zhenzhen put it out. He simply fell. He nudged his jaw toward Rodingu, who was making up at the studio. “Go and get him for me. ”

The deputy director picked a slight eyebrow and glanced at him with a slight surprise. So easy? Didn't you say that Xu Zhen was famous for being harsh during the shooting? He thought it was gonna be tough to turn on these games. That's it?

Luo Ding closed his eyes and leaves the paint to swing on his forehead cheek. When he heard the deputy director say that Xu Zhen was looking for him, he stood still for a moment: “Is there something wrong with Xu Zhen? ”

The deputy director was very polite to Rodin, he was sent by Triumph, and he was very familiar with the team's producer representatives. As a director, he naturally doesn't have to be as fond of actors, but that well-known and insignificant producer's whisper to Rodin proves that Rodin is never as simple as he looks on the surface. Thinking that there are rumours in the industry that Rodin is a rich second generation, he doesn't dare to think much. If there really is industrial support behind him, then Rodin's ability must be much greater than those of them who specialize in entertainment circles: “I look at him in a good mood, but Xu Zhui's mood is difficult to grasp these days. Try to be careful, I will stay with you. ”

Luo Ding didn't really want to have too much to do with Xu Zhen. His understanding of the script was completed in his previous life, and he never thought about the benefits of using Xu Zhen's preferences, which only he knew.

Xu Zhenzhen called him to come over, and he stood far away. His expression was not too salty: “Xu Guizhou asked for me? ”

Xu Zhenzheng looked at him with a clear view of the fact that Rodin definitely did not like himself. Before, he looked at each other to keep his distance and thought it was just polite. To be honest, Xu Zhen was a little upset, because he actually liked Rodin.

Detach Luoding's reasons for hating himself on Su Shengbai, increase his hatred of Su Shengbai to eleven points. Xu Zhen tried to make himself look better. Recruiting his right hand: “Don't be shy, sit here. ”

Rodin pulled the corner of his mouth, you're welcome. The director's assistant got him a bench and he hurried to say thank you. Let the assistant, who thought he had a bad temper, be flattered to continue his excuse.

… Differential treatment is not intended to obscure at all.

Xu Zhen's mood was really delicate. He didn't see him at all. Even though his seat was a meter away from him, he didn't have any angry thoughts. Instead, he felt helpless.

He has always admired talented people, and Rodin's understanding of the characters has dramatically raised his fondness for each other to the point that some bars can't be destroyed. I'm not the only one on the mountain, he climbs himself.

“Rodin,” he pulled out a smile of his own about to forget the curvature, his face is stiff, “tell me what you understand about the character of A Dae. ”

There was a slight surprise in Luoding's eyes, but personal feelings and work should have been distinguished. Since Xu Zhen was looking for him to say business, he should naturally take it seriously.

Keeping his estranged tone and distance enough, he turned his thoughts around, some inspired by discussions with Xu Zhen, and two months of new enlightenment.

Xu Zhen thought that at best the other party was just crashing into his car, but the more he listened, the more surprised he became. Some of Rodin's understandings were even more rigorous and comprehensive than his, and the character's personality, choices and reasons for the end of the tragedy gave him even a flamboyant sense of breathability on many occasions.

His eyes became more and more enthusiastic, he couldn't help but look up and even tried to direct the wheelchair closer to Rodin, but Rodin stood up as soon as he realized his movements.

As briefly as possible, after explaining his understanding, Xu Zhen and the person he is familiar with do not look like a person. Luo Ding did not want to stay long and said goodbye directly: “Xu Zhi, I went to make up. ”

Xu Zhen, as if he wanted to keep his mouth open before he could open it, turned around and left.

Can't you just yell at him to come back? Xu Zhenzhen sighed and poured back on the chair, recalling those words that Luoding had just said, while understanding, his memory also turned to the past.

Before the transformation occurred, Cao Dingkun often sat down and talked to him about character psychology. Every play he filmed had Cao Dingkun's understanding and shadow in it. The lines, movements and plots developed. Cao Dingkun's thinking was always different from that of ordinary people. Sometimes the difference between the two people understand is controversial and they argue, and when they do it, they also do it a lot. Cao Dingkun's temper is violent. Like Luo Ding, when he doesn't want to be grieved, he is a little reluctant to pretend.

But where is emotion always the same? The spirit was satisfied, and he became obsessed with Susan Bai's young body for so long. If I'd known today...

His eyes fell on the young man in the distance who was speaking to Yuan Bing and himself. Xu Zhenzhen stunned for a moment before realizing that he actually remembered Cao Dingkun.

He suddenly realized that Rodin and Cao Dingkun really resembled each other in some ways, not on the outside, but on the inside. His talent, his personality, the way he spoke, always gave him the illusion that his lover was still in front of him with his eyes closed.

But people go, like, not the one who goes.

* * * * * *

T city is not big, the shooting base is not far from the city, there is triumphant money, and the living conditions of the crew are not bad at all.

The hotel has a restaurant dedicated to the crew, and there are probably a number of crews who usually choose to stay here, as long as they bring their own chef. Triumph hired two temporarily on a very simple, high salary basis.

A lot of people lined up for dinner, a wide selection of dishes in the window, a small entertainer looking at the big plate of chili chicken in the middle, flaming red chili and golden chicken intersecting, plenty of pepper soaked in the soup, the scent came in for a while, making people want to drool.

But there are not many people in the crew who can eat spicy dishes. Most of the actors eat lightly, and most of them look at such attractive dishes. If you look at that, it's not vegetarian chili, and more thoughts get hit back in the stomach.

Xiaoyi people sneak up on the slot: “What's wrong? I specialize in making kawakawa dishes. How many people eat kawakawa dishes in this crew from beginning to end? You can't eat so much spicy without talking about acne. ”

“Heavy oil again.” Deadly, someone tells themselves it's not good.

“Exactly.” The man who spoke earlier swallowed the spit, "Not to mention the province. Are you going to feed all this to the cooks themselves later? ”

As soon as the team of stars and directors showed up, all kinds of crossover sounds immediately eased. Rodin didn't do anything special. It's time to line up for dinner. Besides, the chef that Triumph invited was really good, especially...

When he saw the spicy chicken, his eyes lit up and he held the plate to the end.

With his eyes on him, he beat up two chicken dicks, and the rest of the dish only had one boiled cabbage in water, and the noise of the crew wasting just now became quite small. Rodin returned to his seat with a plate. Yuan Bing glanced at him and turned a white eye: “I go, it tastes so heavy. ”

Rodin smiled and soaked the rice in the spicy soup. It's not easy to have this authentic river flavor for dinner. He rarely smells so good outside. He was the only one at the table who ate the spicy food. The spicy chicken dick has not been around for so long, which makes it unfortunate that Rodin, who thinks he has a limited amount of food, can't say.

Yuan Bing looked at him and smiled: “Your brother also loves spicy food. Oops, you two smell alike. No wonder you have such a good relationship. ”

I'm not embarrassed about your family, which starts with Rodin, who's already immune: "Do you understand?" Don't eat too much spicy less fun in life. ”

As soon as he looked up, he saw Xu Zhen, who had been protected and propelled. Although the wheelchair was electric, it was still not very popular.

Luoding is not surprised why he is here. Xu Zhen's temper hasn't changed at all. His self-esteem is stronger than anyone else's, and I'm afraid it's harder to get him to sleep in bed like a cripple and feed him than to kill him. He was losing his self-reliance and insistently came to the canteen to eat with everyone every day.

He lost most of his appetite when he saw Rodin. Good thing he was almost finished eating, so he put down chopsticks and other yuan bing and Pan Yiming to eat.

Xu Zhen led two bowls of porridge. The assistant pointed to the light dishes he could eat and asked him what he wanted to eat. His eyes flashed. Xu Zhen saw the plate leaving the most spicy dishes.

He frowned slightly: "Why is there so much food left? ”

The assistant took a look and understood: "It's a river dish, many people are not used to eating it, they are afraid of getting acne on fire, they dare not move. What's left every day. ”

“Then why do you do it every day? ”

“Rodin 'to eat.” The assistant looked around and whispered in his ear, "It was meant to let Master Kawakawa go back. The triumph meant that this chef was specially invited for Rodin. He couldn't walk away and told us not to take any ideas. ”

Xu Zhen was stunned, his eyes flashed, and he found Rodin's table in the crowd. He glanced at the other party's plate and it was a big red fire.

“He eats spicy?” He didn't know what he had in mind. He looked back at the dish and sighed for a moment of silence. “He ate spicy too...”

It's too late!

Good morning, gentlemen. Lord Maruko is on a business trip! It's raining so hard... so sad...