Chapter 147 Selection

  Time moved forward slightly.

  At about eight o'clock, Han Ying entered the hotel with a few cans of beer bought from the supermarket, and went to the floor under the crew package of "Underground Transportation Station". Han Ying has to be convinced, the crew looks quite poor, the staff is a group of commercial shooters, the most famous actor is Tang Bo, who is also a commercial shooter, poor and shabby, but in terms of food and lodging, he really does not feel wronged Own.

  The accommodation conditions in this hotel, she has worked with a crew that claims to be a big investment, and the accommodation is not as good as here.

  However, it’s right to think about it. A few celebrities took away 60 to 70% of the investment in the show, and the rest would not be good for food and lodging.

She walked to 306 and knocked on the door. Liangzhou opened the door. There were already three people sitting in his room. The air conditioner was fully turned on, and the smell of hot pot permeated the whole room, "Hey, you are not afraid of the director's rounds. .”

   Liangzhou said: "There is no night show today, the director is home."

  Han Ying put the bag on the table, "The crew's food is good, why do I want to eat hot pot again."

   "Why don't we get together?"

  Liangzhou pointed to several people, "The last time we got together was when we graduated from college, and in a blink of an eye—"

"four years ago."

  Liang Zhou: "Yes, it's been four years."

   It's rare to be in the same crew now.

  There is only one young actress in this crew, and it happens to be Han Ying. This is fate.

   Han Ying thinks there is fate.

  After she graduated, she and Liang Zhou worked in the film and television industry, and these two classmates took root in the drama industry, which is quite rare to be able to get together.

  The classmate said that this fate is due to the director, and he especially likes actors with good lines. "Although the crew is poor, the director is quite ambitious."

  Liang Zhou: "I heard that this was not the director's idea, but the screenwriter's request."

  As soon as Han Ying talked about screenwriting, she became excited, "The one who came in the morning, the one who is so handsome?"

  Liangzhou: "Only him, he is the only screenwriter for the crew."

"Amazing!"

  Han Ying looked at the age of the handsome guy, "Have you just graduated from university or not yet? So young to write a script and make it into a TV series?"

Liang Zhou opened a beer and sat down, "If he didn't join the group, I think he looks so handsome, and someone voted for the first script, and I'm sure it was praised by rich women, but after reading the script—tsk tsk, it's really well written, especially lines."

  Whether a script is well written or not, actors don’t say they have a clear understanding, but at least they know 50% to 60%. As far as the lines of the script are concerned, the lines of a good script can be memorized smoothly, the plot is natural, and the logic of the characters matches the lines, allowing actors to easily substitute in, emotions spontaneously emerge, and the lines follow naturally. But when it comes to bad scripts, the lines don’t fit the reality, and some of them are not even what the characters should say. If the actors can’t get along, let’s not mention the acting skills. So when Liangzhou and the others got the script, they didn't know if the play would be popular, but they still knew if it was bad or not.

  Student said: "People are inherently talented, and the promotional film of Fleeting Time was filmed by Director Zhang, and he wrote the script."

  The vegetables are ready to cook.

  Han Ying opened the beer, "Okay, we little characters, don't talk about their geniuses."

   She raises her glass, "Cheers to our reunion!"

   The four met each other and took a sip each. Liangzhou suddenly remembered the past, "Time flies, four years have passed in a blink of an eye, Han Ying has become more beautiful, Lao Zhou, you have become fat—"

   Han Ying added: "Old Liang, you have become oily."

   This oil is not because his body has become oily, Liangzhou is still tall and thin.

  He has become glib.

  Old Zhou agreed, "Yes."

   In the past, besides acting and speaking lines, Liangzhou couldn't say a word outside the play for a long time, but now his small mouth is full of compliments, making the director's heart full of compliments. This is also in this crew, the script is set, and the director can't change it, otherwise Liangzhou will have to add drama.

  Another classmate agreed, "That guy, I'm so embarrassed to say I'm a classmate."

   If this was still in the small restaurant at the east gate of the school, the four of them were sitting at a table next to them four years ago. Liangzhou at that time must have despised the current Liangzhou.

  Liangzhou smiled wryly, "It's for the show, not shabby."

   They clink glasses, "Yeah, for the show."

  I used to like acting, I thought acting was good, I enjoyed it and the money came naturally when I did it well.

   Now it's different.

  Han Ying said with emotion, "I remember that at the wine table, Lao Zhou said that he would be the actor in five years, but now it is only one year away."

  Old Zhou was embarrassed, "I won't mention it, I won't mention it, I'm still a deadbeat."

   Having said that, Han Ying also said that she wants to be a talent and an idol.

  They recalled each other's bragging in college, and laughed a lot.

  Liangzhou: "Okay, okay, we all have the same virtue, so don't hurt each other, come on, let's go."

  When their cups collided, it was the sound of broken dreams.

   Then there was silence for a while, Han Ying felt a little monotonous, so she turned on the TV, and then suddenly remembered, "The crew said that the music variety show of the Great Devil will be broadcast live tonight?"

  She went to Twitter to search for it, opened the time short video, searched and cast it on the TV, and now it is live broadcasting the scene of the big devil interviewing in the car, "It's just right, it hasn't started yet."

  Liangzhou waited for her to sit back and asked her: "Do you still like the Great Demon King?"

"Of course, the Great Demon King is my idol, or—" Han Ying thought for a while, it was her fantasy self, if there was a pillow for her to have a dream, she would choose to go through the life trajectory of the Great Demon King .

   "She has a boyfriend."

  Han Ying thinks this is a pity, because she is afraid that what the devil likes is not what she likes.

   Forget it, dreams have flaws.

They ate and chatted, eating hot pot with the air conditioner turned on on a hot day, it must be said that it was a kind of enjoyment, when they chatted lively, a series of whistles came from the TV as the background sound, which attracted them all up.

   Han Ying turned to take a look.

"Wow!"

  She exclaimed happily, "The great devil, my great devil!"

  The big devil's temperament has become much more intellectual, but she has a white T on the upper body and jeans on the lower body. She just went on stage so simply, standing there is still the big devil in her memory, as if she has traveled through time.

   "An excellent person like me should have lived a splendid life..."

  The game where they were drinking and drinking, slowly cooled down. Everyone was listening. Han Ying leaned on the table with her head on her hands, watching the big devil on TV. Liang Zhou picked up the wine and drank it slowly, one gulp after another, while Lao Zhou touched his own beer—

  When the final whistle was over, they were still unsatisfied, staring at the subtitles in a daze.

  Then, they saw Jiang Yang who was giving half a bottle of Coke—

"Why!"

  Old Zhou came back to his senses, "Isn't this our screenwriter?"

   Han Ying is sure that she will never forget the handsome guy, "It's him!"

   "Half a bottle of Coke!"

  Liang Zhou didn't understand, whether it was star chasing or not, "I won't let the fans of the big devil fight."

  They looked at Han Ying.

  Han Ying thinks that eating is the most important thing, she can't ruin her own job, so she greeted: "Come, drink."

  As soon as Liang Zhou took the wine, the bag was gone, and when they were listening to the song, they still had three or four cans. "Okay, I'll go buy it," Liang Zhou stood up, "This song is really useless wine."

"yes."

  Han Ying finally saw the traces of the past five years on the Great Demon King. He used to sing intoxicatingly, but now he hurts his heart.

   Also watching the live broadcast was Yue Yun.

   Time Live Broadcast gave the program a lot of traffic, and many people swiped it on their mobile phones.

  When Yue Yun was sulking on the sofa, he saw the live broadcast of this music micro-variety show. It is not a beautiful scene, but in reality, the pedestrians stop and the big devil pays attention. I don’t know why Yue Yun is more envious.

  She listened to the song quietly.

  Different people have different situations.

  Many successful people, many people who still have a way to go, many people who are born to stand at the end, will feel that this song is moaning without illness.

  Of course, Yue Yun is not.

  As an ordinary person who has seen Li Qingning's talent, Yue Yun was moved to tears while listening to this song.

  Of course, it's all because of this song.

   "Your daughter is ready."

  His husband came over, "As for it, did you cry when you got angry with your daughter?"

   "I cried when I listened to the song."

  Yue Yun looked at the big devil in the phone, and she felt that it was ironic for the big devil to sing this song. All her talents and wasted talents were exactly what Yue Yun could never forget.

  His husband saw Li Yu on the phone, and said earnestly, "There is only one big devil, and your daughter is not a big devil. Even if she is a big devil, she has such a high talent, but she still hates practicing piano, can we-"

"cannot."

  Yue Yun was very determined.

  Learn one more thing, one more way.

She would rather her daughter have a bad relationship with her mother like the big devil ten or twenty years later, and she doesn't want her to be like those people in the barrage, unwilling to be degraded, but not enterprising, just complaining about herself there barrage.

  Yes, some people are ordinary all their lives.

   But that was after working hard, not listening to songs and moving myself here!

  As her father said, it doesn’t matter if you fail in the end, at least you have left footprints on the track of ordinary people.

  Yue Yun's husband looked at her.

  Yue Yun cried this time.

  He knew what Yue Yun said was talking about herself.

  She gave up her efforts at the beginning, but now she often complains about herself, so that when she dreams back at midnight, she still dreams that she is making that choice again: she listened to her father to continue her studies, and then—

Then.

  People are always brooding over the choices they have made after years, imagining what would happen if they chose another path.

  He could feel it.

Because he also often dreams, dreaming that when he returns to the college entrance examination, he wonders if he gets a little higher score and can enter the major he likes, will he look different, and don't need to be a code farmer , the hair is still there, no need to wear a wig.

  (end of this chapter)