This couple of adulterers and prostitutes hit it off, no need for more nonsense, the spring intentions on each other's faces could not be suppressed. They hurried to the wing hand in hand, but fortunately now, the crew members are all in the front yard to celebrate the completion, and almost no one rests in the back wing. According to the development of the plot, at this time, the thunder should have stirred the fire, and while taking off his clothes, he entered the house to fight for 18 minutes, but before they stepped into the door, they saw a familiar trail boy grouped into a ball sitting under the porch. , his eyes were red, and he was crying and wiping away his tears.
Seeing the two of them pass by, Xiao Daotong cried even more fiercely. He bounced off the ground like a flexible ball, hugging Ling Xi's thigh with one hand, and An Ruifeng's knee with the other, forcibly hanging himself as a leg pendant on the two of them.
Ling Xi worked hard to take him off his lap, hugged him in his arms and asked him why he was crying.
The little Daotong hummed while wiping his tears: "I don't want the master to die, I don't want the dog demon to die! They are all good people and can't die!"
It turned out that the little Taoist boy didn't listen to the old Taoist master, and sneaked out to watch them filming. What he peeked at was the last scene where the dog demon turned into a human figure and climbed into the arms of the master and died calmly. The feelings they play are sincere, and even adults can't hold themselves in tears, let alone a naive child.
Xiao Daotong's crying bun's face was swollen, as if there was an egg in each of his left and right cheeks. Ling Xi and An Ruifeng had experienced his great cry before, but this time his cry was even more earth-shattering than the last time. Neither of them had experience as a dad, neither hug nor coax.
Ling Xi said to him bitterly, "That's acting, it's a story - no one died! Look, you and I, Uncle An, are standing here alive. Those are all fake!"
Xiao Daotong struggled to open his two swollen eyes with only slits left, and said in a milky voice while sobbing: "Although the story is false, the feelings are true."
An Ruifeng: "...This ideological awareness is really too high."
The two surrounded the child at a loss for a while, worrying about how to coax this little guy when the rescuer arrived.
It turned out that the old Taoist priest heard the cry of the child, followed the sound and came to investigate, just to save them from fire and water.
Seeing the Taoist priest coming, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly handed the child back to the Taoist priest. They told him in a few words how they found the child crying, and hoped that the Taoist priest would persuade the little guy well.
The old Taoist held the heavy little guy in one hand and stroked the white beard that stretched to his chest with the other, and said, "Let him cry if he is crying, is he crying about a story? It is about the life-and-death relationship between master and apprentice. Casual feelings. He is born with a delicate mind and thinks more and more deeply about many things, which is not a bad thing."
Xiao Daotong cried and cried, his voice getting smaller and smaller, leaning in the arms of the Taoist priest and drowsy, his little head nodded, swaying from side to side. The old Taoist patted him on the back, turned his eyes to the two people in front of him, and said goodbye to them: "Tomorrow we will do things in the temple, just in front of the main hall. If you can get up tomorrow morning, you can come and have a look."
The two hurriedly responded. The Taoist priest nodded to them and disappeared into the dark night with the child in his arms.
An Ruifeng and Ling Xi looked at the figure of the old Taoist who was walking farther and farther. No one moved for a while, until five seconds later, they both spoke at the same time.
"I think… "
"I think… "
The two looked at each other.
"You speak first?"
"You speak first!"
Because of this tacit understanding, Ling Xi smiled happily and rolled his eyes: "I guess we must be thinking about one thing."
An Ruifeng nodded, his tone was always doting: "I think so too, let's talk about it together."
So the two counted down to three, two and one together.
Ling Xi: "I don't think we can get up tomorrow morning."
An Ruifeng: "I think we can raise a child."
After speaking, both of them were silent.
Mingming had just asserted that the two of them had a tacit understanding, but the result was actually two unrelated things, An Ruifeng couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed: "...It seems that our tacit understanding is not as high as I thought, and more needs to be done. Break in and break in."
Ling Xi keenly sensed his loss, he took his hand, and this time it was him to coax An Ruifeng: "No, I think we are talking about one thing o(*≧▽≦)ツ"
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On the second day, when the two woke up, it was already three poles in the sun, and it was obvious that they had missed the auspicious time of the ritual. Last night, Ling Xi pestered An Ruifeng to make up for the time. The two fought until midnight, and only made up six of the eighteen minutes. An Ruifeng made an IOU for the remaining twelve minutes, saying that it would be made up in one go after going down the mountain. Qi, if you can't make up for it, you will profit.
After waking up today, Ling Xi had a sore back and An Ruifeng's legs were weak. If they hadn't been thinking about going to see the rituals of the Taoist Temple, I'm afraid they would have to sleep until dinner before getting up. When the two hurriedly dressed and rushed outside the main hall of the Taoist Temple, the ritual had come to an end.
After finishing yesterday, most of the actors left early this morning due to schedule reasons, and Bao Hui hurried down the mountain and returned to City B last night because of black material. So now there are only three actors left on the mountain. Besides An Ling, the third one happens to be their old friend Zhu Linlin. When the two of them arrived, Zhu Linlin was also watching the ceremony.
When they were filming before, about half of the scenes were filmed in the main hall, where the master would lecture the apprentices, teach them spells, and practice swords with them. The bloody battle scene filmed yesterday was based on this place. Everyone in the mountain gate fought and retreated, defending the Treasure Pavilion, and finally blood splattered on the ground. When I came here again, the ground and walls were all cleaned up, and the originally laid shooting tracks had all been dismantled. They were piled up and waited for the staff to transport them down the mountain, as if the hard work of the previous month was a dream.
In the open space outside the main hall, the old Taoist priest opened the altar with two young Taoist priests. The old Taoist priest held the instrument and recited words in his mouth, while the other two Taoist priests chanted the scriptures in a low voice. The cigarettes curled up on the altar, solemn and solemn.
Ling Xi leaned over to greet Zhu Linlin, and asked her in a low voice, "Daoist priest, what are they doing?"
"You don't believe it when you say it..." Zhu Linlin turned to look at them: "They are superseding the characters who died in the battle yesterday."
Ling Xi: "...I thought only monks would be able to transcend."
An Ruifeng: "...Is it time to discuss who will overrun?"
The three of them looked at each other, not understanding why the Taoist priest had to work so hard to recite the scriptures for the characters that only existed in the script. But seeing the serious faces of everyone in the field, they also followed with awe. Listening to the rhythmic scriptures in their ears, and watching the solemn and mysterious rituals in their eyes, their restless hearts gradually calmed down.
After waiting for another half an hour or so, the ritual was over. The old Taoist priest asked the little Taoist priests and Taoist boys to clean up the altar, while he changed his robes, put on the Taoist robe that he usually wears in the temple, and came over with them. Three gossip.
An Ruifeng apologized first: "Daoist, I'm sorry, it's been a long time filming, so I didn't get up this morning." Ling Xi also said a few words of apology.
The old Taoist touched his beard and said very kindly: "It's okay, it's okay, this opening of the altar was not done to make others watch. It doesn't matter if one more person sees it, one less person sees it, or no one sees it. The protagonists of the legal event are not you."
Speaking of which, this led to the lingering question of the three of them. Zhu Linlin couldn't hide her words, so she simply asked the Taoist priest - the characters in the play only exist in the TV series, and the three actors stood well. Here, why transcend characters that don't exist
Seeing that the faces of the three people on the opposite side were full of doubts, the Taoist priest smiled and said: "Do you think this ritual is absurd and boring? That's because you, from your point of view, regard them as your roles, and regard them as your own. Treat the world as a fictional world in the script. You are actors, you can express their joys and sorrows well, but you are not them after all. They are dead, you are not dead, so you feel that they only live in that short period of time. In a few short plays."
The Taoist priest added: "But in my opinion, when the screenwriter draws the pen to construct the first character, he is alive. When the screenwriter draws the final period, the world is self-contained. They really Living in a world we can't feel, we have cried and laughed, we have worked hard, and we have lived leisurely... In the end, they fought bloody battles to protect the sect and stained this land with blood. Since they are the souls of the dead, Naturally, I should practice and save them, so that they can avoid the three smears and five hardships."
He said so much, and although everyone was not completely convinced, they could understand what he meant. The perspective of the Taoist priest is completely different from theirs, which simply opened the door to a new world for them.
Seeing that everyone still didn't understand, the old Taoist continued: "You treat the master and apprentice in the play as characters written by the screenwriter, jump out of their world, and evaluate their joys and sorrows from a sidelines. But maybe, you It is also a character written by other people, and when others read this book, they will also see your joys, sorrows and sorrows."
This kind of statement is really novel, An Ruifeng thought for a while: "It's interesting to think about it this way. The characters in the play exist in the screenwriter's pen, making the audience outside the screen cry. If Ling Xi and I also exist in someone In my words, I want readers to be happy because we exist."
"That's right!" Ling Xi nodded again and again: "It must be the kind of happiness that can make you laugh out loud when you see us appear."
Zhu Linlin snorted twice, embarrassed to complain in front of the old Taoist priest - if you guys are really the characters in a book, it must be a book that people are embarrassed to read in public. Book.
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A few days later, the rental date agreed between the crew and the Taoist temple arrived. After restoring the Taoist temple to its original state, the rest of the crew went down the mountain and left together. Originally, An Ruifeng wanted to accompany Ling Xi to stay at the Taoist temple for a few more days as a vacation, but his manager Xu Zhiqiang took out a full itinerary and stuck it on his face, ordering him to return to work without stopping.
He wanted to go down the mountain, so of course Ling Xi went down the mountain with him. Before leaving, Ling Xi felt very guilty: "I'm sorry, I said before that I was responsible for making money and supporting my family, and you were responsible for being beautiful and beautiful... But now I want you to be responsible for making money and supporting my family, and I really can't afford the name of being beautiful and beautiful."
An Ruifeng hugged him and kissed his forehead intimately: "How come, you are so beautiful, who said you are not beautiful enough?"
Xu Zhiqiang, who was facing this scene by the side, didn't even notice.
Before the two went down the mountain, they went to the wing of the old Taoist to say goodbye to him. An Ruifeng had a very good impression of the old Taoist priest, and An Ruifeng found it quite interesting to hear the theory of the world in the book from him when he was overtime.
During this period of time, the crew was disturbed a lot, and even performed a "murdering" scene here. The Taoist Temple was originally a place of purification, but it was contaminated with fireworks because of their arrival. An Ling and the two discussed it, and decided to donate some money to the Taoist temple for repairing the main hall, forming a good relationship. In addition to the donation, Ling Xi asked An Ruifeng to send a signed photo book to the old Taoist priest as a personal gift, and the old Taoist priest was reluctant to put it down after receiving it.
It was only then that An Ruifeng realized that the old Taoist priest of Xianfeng Daogu was actually his fan.
Seeing his face full of surprise, the old Taoist blew his long beard and fired at his idol: "Do you think Taoist priests can't chase stars, or older people can't chase stars?"
"Neither," An Ruifeng's beautiful gray eyes blinked: "It's the first time I've met a male fan, so I'm a little nervous."
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After the two went down the mountain, Xu Zhiqiang arranged for a nanny car to pick them up. Ling Xi kept looking at the phone. From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, the mobile phone signal went from zero to full, and the phone didn't even ring.
An Ruifeng asked him what he was looking at, Ling Xi smiled wryly and threw the phone aside: "Ever since Angkor was transferred, I have been thinking about every day on the mountain, when will the new agent contact me? When will the company contact me directly? I talk about this matter? Does not contact me for such a long time mean that I will not be able to release a new album for the next two years?" He didn't dare to say those two words, worried that it would be a prophecy.
"Every artist has an agent by his side, although Brother Xu is also very good to me, he takes care of me where he should take care of me, he really treats me as a family, I have everything you have, and I will never treat me differently. .But after all, I am not the artist that Brother Xu is in charge of, and my managerial appointment is still in the sky, not the upstart. So I always look forward to that one day my phone will ring, and someone on the other end will introduce himself and say that he It's my new agent and will work with me well for the next two years."
Ling Xi started: "When I was on the mountain before, I told myself that it must be because the signal on the mountain was not good, and he couldn't contact me. As a result, I went down the mountain today, and I asked Angkor to tell the company that I was today. Go back, but the phone hasn't rang yet."
An Ruifeng was really distressed to see him like this. In his opinion, Ling Xi is good in everything. If it wasn't for the fact that the company was too small to operate, and he didn't find a good position when he debuted, Ling Xi might have become a "Prince of Love Song" now. He has heard his songs, with moving lyrics and melodious tunes, but they have never been popular.
"If you are willing to come out and start your own studio, I will help you with the liquidated damages, and you don't have to worry about the follow-up promotion." After thinking for a long time, An Ruifeng finally said this sentence. He has always been reluctant to talk to Ling Xi about issues related to brokerage appointments, for fear of hurting Ling Xi's self-esteem. In addition, when he sent Wu Youpeng down the mountain, Wu Youpeng clearly expressed that he did not want An Ruifeng to interfere, so An Ruifeng Not a word was said during this time.
Ling Xi had always acted like he didn't care about not having an agent until now, and it was the first time he showed a sad expression.
Ling Xi turned around and hugged him: "What are you struggling with? In fact, if there was no sudden change of managers, I would have planned to leave the entertainment industry after the contract expired in two years. I saw it. It's not that I'm not talented, but I have more There are more talented people, and they are not only talented, but they also work harder than me, look better than me, and are younger than me... Even if you spend money on me, it's useless, the prize you can buy with money, you Bought it for me, but it’s useless, and I can’t get the prize that I can’t buy with money.”
An Ruifeng didn't want to hear him say such dejected words. He held him in his arms and put his chin on his shoulder: "Who said you can't win awards based on your strength? You sing so well, you will definitely win awards."
"That's because you sing so badly that you think anyone can sing well." Ling Xi complained: "I've been here for eleven years, and I can see my own shortcomings clearly. In fact, I'm really not that strong. There is no difference between singing for 10,000 people and singing for 100 people, and I don’t want to cultivate immortals, but I also learn from others to become Buddhas by relying on the mindfulness of believers.”
An Ruifeng's time in the industry is much shorter than Ling Xi's. The entertainment industry is very cruel. In the past few years, he has indeed seen many high-spirited young people leave the entertainment industry disheartened after a few years of tossing. But Ling Xi is different from them, he is not escaping difficulties, but retreating bravely. He had already thought about his own way out - turned around and joined the restaurant chain, and even found a free spokesperson.
It's just that there is a big difference between "active retirement" and "passive retirement", and no artist can be happy when facing the future that is hidden in the snow. Ling Xi has to think about how to fight wits and courage with those people after returning to the company.
The two were tired of hugging each other for a long time. Fortunately, there was no one else in the nanny's car. The driver was smoking outside the car, and Xu Zhiqiang was on the phone, so no matter how sticky they were, no one would be blind. Just as they were sweetly chatting, there was a knock on the door of the nanny's car.
The windows of the nanny's car are covered with all-black car film, so they can't be seen inside or outside. Xu Zhiqiang deliberately raised his voice outside the car door and shouted: "An Ruifeng, Ling Xi, the screenwriters are here, you come out and say hello!" In fact, he was reminding them that if you were doing something blind in the car, thousands of Wan tidy up your clothes and come out.
Fortunately, the two of them were just chatting, and their clothes were neatly put on. An Ruifeng tidied up a little and opened the car door.
Outside the door, the smiling screenwriter greeted them kindly: "You were walking too fast just now. The Taoist priest said that he forgot to give you something, and asked me to bring it to you." He took out an elegant kraft paper envelope from his pocket and handed it to the two of them.
What did the priest give
Ling Xi was very curious and looked back and forth when she received it. A few words were written on the envelope: "Gift to two little friends An Ruifeng and Ling Xi".
He opened the envelope and took out two pieces of yellow tissue paper about seven or eight centimeters wide and twenty centimeters long. The smell of incense in Taoist temples seemed to linger on them. On the two sheets of paper, intricate Dao seals were drawn with cinnabar, two red seals were printed on the top, and a line of maddened cinnabar red letters was written below—
- Marriage and harmony.
While seeing the words clearly, Xu Zhiqiang hurriedly tried to block the sight of the screenwriter. Being the agent of a gay star is really heart-wrenching. Even if you take every precaution, you can't prevent accidents from happening.
The screenwriter calmly pushed away the unsightly agent, carefully looked at the characters on the talisman with his hands behind his back, and then looked at the two parties whose faces were flushed. , I have written so many love stories, how can I not see the eyes of love."