Falling in love is not done yet.
This has nothing to do with Gu Mo. Gu Mo suddenly got the news and was called over by Director Chu to discuss the termination of the contract.
"Why?" Gu Mo couldn't believe it, "Is it a censorship issue? The movie didn't pass censorship?"
"No." Director Chu leaned on the chair with a tired look on his face.
It could be seen that Director Chu was in low spirits. His eyes had lost the vitality that he had seen a few times before, and his whole body seemed to have been drained of all strength. He looked like a real old man, dying in his old age, living just waiting to die.
Neither Gu Mo nor Director Chu could see it, but I saw the shadow standing behind Director Chu. The shadow was translucent, and only the outline of a woman could be seen, her head slightly lowered, as if she was glaring at Director Chu viciously.
After Director Chu said a few words, he coughed several times and gasped for air.
Gu Mo's expression changed, "It's your body..." At this point, he paused, "The next post-production work is mainly about editing. You can..."
"It has nothing to do with that." Director Chu waved his hand and coughed violently again.
Gu Mo patted Director Chu's back and poured him warm water.
Director Chu suppressed his cough and looked at Gu Mo with helpless eyes, "It's all my fault that I can't continue. I was wrong from the beginning. This film is wrong, so I have to stop it. "
Gu Mo asked blankly: "What do you mean?"
Director Chu, however, had no energy to say anything more and made a gesture of thanking the guests.
Gu Mo was not reconciled, left Director Chu's house, and called Wen Fang and Kang Zi'ang. The voices of these two people were the same as Director Chu's, with deep weariness.
"I'm sorry, Gu Mo, this is Director Chu's decision, and I support it."
"Gu Mo, this movie is not good. You are very lucky, so don't ask any more questions."
Gu Mo held the phone and turned red with anger.
The little Juantou was obedient and said: "Sister is here."
Gu Mo plucked his hair and cursed, "Is it my fate to serve that kind of woman?"
The little Juantou chuckled and said, "Mr. Gu, don't belittle yourself. I'm just one sister. I've been like this since ancient times. Please bear with it."
Gu Mo exhaled and could only bear to become the producer for the new singer.
The blockbuster failed, Gu Mo was unhappy, but looking at the media and the industry, it was as if they had lost their memory, as if there had never been a movie like Love is Falling, and he, an insider, understood that the person who made the decision was quite powerful.
While Gu Mo and Xiao Juan Tou were drinking, they gossiped a bit and guessed which big shot it was that had spoken.
I have a different take on this.
Those three people must have seen ghosts, and they were haunted by ghosts.
Since I haven’t watched the complete movie, nor seen the promotion, nor heard anything, I can only guess that the story of Love Has Fallen is probably based on real events. There really was such a pair of intellectual young men and women in the past, but in real life In the history of the film, the two were not forced to forget each other because of the times, but the woman was betrayed, persecuted, and turned into a ghost.
The script written by Director Chu depicts this love in a poignant and touching way. The male protagonist played by Kang Ziang is deeply in love and has the country's righteousness at heart. How can that evil ghost be willing to accept it? How could such a film be allowed to appear on the big screen and have countless viewers be moved by that man
It has been a long enough time from the Republic of China to the 21st century. The strength of this fierce ghost is much higher than Chu Run.
The drunk Gu Mo was put into a taxi by Xiao Juantou. He was a little confused, staring at the driver and blinking, opened the window, and breathed in the cold night air.
"Master, turn down the radio." Gu Mo said, rubbing his head.
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "Sir, I didn't turn on the radio."
"Um?"
Gu Mo and I looked at the driver together.
The driver drove intently and did not take the drunk man's words to heart.
"You didn't turn on the radio?" Gu Mo repeated, shaking his arm and pointing to the location of the radio, "You didn't turn on the radio?"
The driver looked like he couldn't be bothered to deal with the drunkard.
"Okay, you haven't turned it on." Gu Mo nodded to the driver, "Please turn on the radio, change the station, the music station, and don't listen to calls from this stupid listener."
The driver pouted, turned on the radio, turned the button a few times, and the sound of music flowed into the car.
Gu Mo pressed his temple, "Why is this man still talking nonsense?"
Like Gu Mo, I heard the man's voice. From the moment I got in the car, I heard them complaining, cursing, and lamenting their miserable experiences.
"... I just died like this. Tell me, is there any justice in this?" The voice continued speaking on its own.
I realized that this voice was the voice of a ghost that only Gu Mo and I could hear. Gu Mo, with that strange ability, and it was no longer a buzzing sound, but actually heard the voice of ghosts.
Gu Mo didn't notice anything, frowning and snoring. When he got there, he was woken up by the driver. He staggered out of the car, went home, fell on his bed and continued to sleep soundly.
Thumb, thump, thump, thump...
I looked in the direction of the door, then looked at Gu Mo who was sleeping unconscious, and suddenly realized a problem.
If I were in Gu Mo's memory and Gu Mo fell asleep, there would be no memory, and I should not be able to perceive these existences now.
I stared at Gu Mo in shock and tried to touch him, but of course I didn't touch anything. I don't even have the shape that a normal ghost should have.
Speaking of which, the ghost who kept complaining in the taxi had no form. Qingye doesn't have a ghost classification manual for me to check. I really don't understand what the current situation is.
The sound of high heels was still lingering outside the door, making people distracted.
I floated up, wanting to go outside the door to see who or what kind of ghost it was, but I stopped before I hit the door. Looking back at Gu Mo who turned over and continued to snore, I had no choice but to give up.
Gu Mo slept until dawn and still felt hungover when he woke up. He took a shower listlessly, brushed his teeth, changed his clothes, took his wallet, and looked like he was going to eat.
Thumb, thump, thump, thump...
The sound of high heels that had been ringing all night was still there.
Gu Mo changed his shoes without any change in his expression. He didn't know whether he didn't hear it or was absent-minded and didn't pay attention.
After opening the door, Gu Mo paused for a moment, turned his head left and right, looked confused, then looked up at the ceiling, and then looked left and right again.
He heard it!
Gu Mo's listening and analyzing ability is stronger than that of a layman like me. His expression gradually became strange, his eyes straightened, and he patted his ears. After a while, he shook his head and walked downstairs quickly.
The sound of high heels disappeared.
Gu Mo breathed a sigh of relief, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and leisurely went to a noodle shop near the community to eat. While sucking and eating the noodles, Gu Mo suddenly raised his head again.
Kara
A steady, slow sound of a chair being dragged.
I can only hear it to this extent.
Gu Mo's eyes were rolling, as if he saw someone dragging a chair past him.
He opened his mouth, and the noodles fell into the bowl, splashing soup on his trouser legs.