Ji Sheng fell asleep in the back seat, Xie Xuanming squatted on the ground, half leaning on the back of the front seat.
There was silence outside the car, and both the manager and Su Jing left.
There was an ambiguous smell like musk in the car, Xie Xuanming didn't care about it, he hid in the center of the smell, his eyes were hidden in the dark, and he stared at Ji Sheng motionlessly.
Ji Sheng was covered with a blanket—Xie Xuanming removed a pillow from the car and covered it up. He was breathing calmly, and there were some tears in the corners of his eyes.
Xie Xuanming looked at it for a while, then reached out to wipe away the tears, moved his fingers down his cheeks, across his chin, and stopped on his neck.
With a light touch of the fingertips, there were uneven bite marks.
just left.
This cognition made Xie Xuanming slightly satisfied.
He opened his palms and wrapped his tiger's mouth around his neck.
For a moment, Ji Sheng's throat was completely held in his hands.
Xie Xuanming held Ji Sheng's throat, his eyes were dark with no emotion.
He did something too much just now, but unexpectedly, he didn't regret it, nor was he afraid.
Even want to do something more extreme.
"You know he wouldn't stay by your side if given the chance to choose?"
Not long ago, Su Jing questioned.
The muscles of the forearm were tense, Xie Xuanming exerted a little force on his hand, veins burst out on the back of his hand, but the palm of his hand was still gentle and weak.
He froze for a while, then gave up and let go, pinched the blanket down with his hands, and pulled it up to cover his neck.
Bent a little sore, Xie Xuanming leaned forward to take out the cigarette and lighter from the drawer in the front seat, unlocked the car door, got up and went out.
He took out a cigarette, lit it against the car door, and took a long drag.
Nicotine got into his lungs, Xie Xuanming managed to calm down.
The doctor told him that it is better to vent than to hold back emotions.
But neither the relief of desire nor the satisfaction of smoking addiction can really relieve the depression in the heart.
Xie Xuanming lowered his head and heard the camera click not far away.
He frowned irritably, suppressed the desire to raise his middle finger on that side, and exhaled a long smoke.
The brain is occupied by countless fragments.
Those memories from the past... Xie Xuanming felt that he would probably never be able to reconcile with them in his entire life.
two and a half years ago
"Card!"
Lin Siji who was sitting by the monitor shouted.
Lin Siji is a junior in the Department of Writing and Directing. He is currently filming his debut film. Although the funds and manpower are not very sufficient, but fortunately the status of the actors is online, especially the outstanding performance of the male lead Xie Xuanming who is not like a newcomer. Lin Siji also had to admire his superb talent in acting.
The scene just finished shooting was a kissing scene. As soon as he called out, the two quickly separated in the camera. The makeup artist stepped forward to touch up the actress's lip makeup, but Xie Xuanming declined and walked straight to the side of the monitor.
"No makeup?" Lin Siji asked without raising his eyes.
He and Xie Xuanming are about the same age, and they are so good in their respective fields that they can be admired by each other. During the filming period, they can be regarded as half friends, and it is very easy to talk and get along with each other.
"No need." Xie Xuanming glanced at the monitor, "This one is over."
"You're quite confident." Lin Siji smiled, stared at the monitor, carefully played back the scene just now, and then got up satisfied, "The kiss scene is not bad, it's quite hidden."
"Tsk." Xie Xuanming shrugged.
"The first kiss on the screen can be regarded as a gift." Lin Siji smiled, "Take a break and take the next scene. The scene span is a bit long, remember to adjust the state."
"it is good."
After finishing the business, Lin Siji looked more relaxed: "After the emotional scene is filmed, it is entering the final stage. What are your plans for the future, continue to take movies, or act in TV dramas?"
Although Lin Siji asked casually, he was certain that Xie Xuanming would continue to enter the film industry.
The storyline and completeness of this debut work are impeccable, and Xie Xuanming's acting skills are the finishing touch, making this work impeccable even from a professional perspective.
Good actors are a scarce resource for directors, and Lin Siji can guarantee with confidence that after the film is released, Xie Xuanming will receive countless invitations, and he just needs to sit and choose the film slowly.
But to Lin Siji's surprise, Xie Xuanming gave an answer that was completely opposite to what he expected.
"I'm going to do a TV show."
"TV series? What TV series?"
"Idol."
"Ah?" Lin Siji was really surprised, he thought he heard it wrong, "Are you serious?"
"Yeah." Xie Xuanming's expression did not seem to be joking, "The money is quick, easy, and has autonomy, which is pretty good."
Lin Siji looked at him without a word, as if looking at a piece of Hetian jade that was about to be carved into SpongeBob SquarePants.
But he and Xie Xuanming didn't know each other well enough to meet each other from the bottom of their hearts. In the end, he could only sigh, patted Xie Xuanming on the shoulder, and sincerely persuaded: "It's a good thing to have a play, but you still have to cherish the feathers."
Xie Xuanming lowered his eyes noncommittally: "Let's see again."
"Huh!" Ji Sheng woke up from the dream, staring blankly at the ceiling, with cold sweat on his forehead.
After staring at the dim room for a long time, he escaped from the powerlessness of fear.
Ji Sheng turned over, staggered to the bathroom.
The water gushed out, and he wanted to reach out to hold it, but he withdrew his right hand just before touching the water column.
The wound should not touch water.
Ji Sheng stared down at the bloody scar on his wrist in a daze, and the foundation that hadn't been cleaned was hidden in the creases on the corners.
You have to get used to it.
The doctor advised him.
How could it be possible to get used to it.
Ji Sheng smiled wryly, held a handful of water in his left hand, slapped his face twice indiscriminately, wiped off the water with a towel beside him, and lay back on the bed again.
Ji Sheng wanted to go back to sleep, but when he closed his eyes, he saw the nightmare just now, and the ghost of the nightmare floated above his soul, making him unable to breathe.
In the dream, he returned to the stage of the previous two days.
About being stabbed by an illegitimate student, Qingide concealed it in order to stabilize the stock, and the birthday meeting that was originally scheduled to be held the next day had to be postponed.
Ji Sheng has been lying in the hospital in a daze. He was discharged two weeks later and found out that the photo of him drinking at a nightclub the night before his birthday was taken by the paparazzi. Qing De used this as an excuse to say that he was suffering from alcoholism, so he had to postpone the birthday party for a while.
I went to a nightclub party the day before the birthday party, and missed the promised meet and greet by mistake.
You don't need to guess to know what it will look like on the Internet.
Ji Sheng is not in the mood to think about these things now, he is more concerned about the birthday party in a few days.
According to the published procedure, he needs to play drums.
But his fragile wrist... can't support a stable output beat at all.
Ji Sheng took the time to practice for a few days. Not only was he able to stabilize his right hand that was shaking like a sieve, but he also tore the wound again and went to the hospital to bandage it again.
Ji Sheng was disheartened and wanted to cancel the birthday party instead, but the venue had already been booked and the tickets had been sold, so he couldn't afford to pay for the breach of contract, so he had to bite the bullet in the end.
This is how Nightmare was born.
In the dream, Ji Sheng sat in front of the drum set, feeling the weakness of his right hand over and over again, watching the drumsticks fall to the ground again and again at the opening.
He heard the exclamation of the audience, and looked up to see the mixed expressions of shock and disappointment in their eyes...
Don't look at me that way.
Ji Sheng winced in the eyes of the fans, and those eyes turned into sharp knives, every time he was pierced, he was in a mess and dripping with blood.
He had nowhere to run, and fell off the chair, holding his head and crying loudly.
When the dream ended here, Ji Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, not knowing whether he should feel palpitations about the horror of the dream, or whether he should be thankful that he managed to hold on to his emotions in reality, and didn't collapse on the stage and become a joke.
But it was already a joke.
The topics of #吉升抱鼠钢# and #吉升假打# have been trending for a day. Ji Sheng, even with his favorite drum set, has become the object of ridicule and sarcasm by thousands of netizens.
After the birthday party, Ji Sheng couldn't bear the pressure both physically and mentally. After discussing with Qing, he decided to let him temporarily stop activities and cultivate himself.
It's self-cultivation, but it's actually half-blocked. After all, no brand is willing to cooperate with an artist with a bad image. Ji Sheng can't do anything except play drums.
Fortunately, Qing Haunted pursued the responsibilities of various brands, and the compensation offered by illegitimate wounding was quite generous, enough to cover Ji Yueming's medical expenses.
Ji Sheng comforted himself while getting out of bed, it was like exchanging one thing for another, one hand, exchanging Ji Yueming's medical expenses, it was a good deal...
"Bang!" The water glass fell to the ground, and the porcelain exploded and shattered all over the floor.
Ji Sheng stood there blankly, his right hand still holding the handle of the cup.
How could it be a good deal
He rolled his Adam's apple a few times, lowered his eyes in embarrassment, took out the broom from the storage room, and cleaned up the ground with his left hand with difficulty.
Ji Sheng was living in the dormitory alone at the moment, Sheng Kong didn't know whether it was guilt or the need of the crew, except for a few occasional phone calls, he never visited him again. Xie Xuanming met once, except for the hospital, it was at a birthday party...
He came here as promised, mingling with fans, tall and straight like a polar bear mingling with penguins—even though he was dressed in black and his eyes were still a little red.
Xie Xuanming watched silently from the audience as Ji Sheng struggled through the entire performance. During the period, fans in the arena constantly questioned and abused them, and even left the arena in disappointment. However, he remained motionless like a sculpture until the entire arena was empty, leaving only Ji Sheng standing in embarrassment. On stage, he is still off stage.
Everyone left, Ji Sheng finally couldn't hold it anymore, he squatted down, his hanging right hand trembled visibly.
Xie Xuanming was silent for a long time, and finally walked up: "Brother Ji?"
Ji Sheng raised his head suddenly, his eyes were slightly red, but his eyes were wary and distant.
Xie Xuanming was stabbed by that gaze, and took a half step back, but immediately stepped forward, stretching his arms: "Brother, do you still want to play diving?"
He forced a smile: "I will follow you."
"It's Xiaoxie." Ji Sheng saw his face clearly, wiped it off and stood up, a little flustered and embarrassed, "Why are you here..."
"Appointment to come..." Xie Xuanming didn't finish his sentence, but was interrupted by Ji Sheng.
"Thank you, Xiao Xie." Ji Sheng took a step back, lowered his head and said, "But I'm very tired now, I need to rest and dive, forget it."
After all, he turned around and stepped off the stage without stopping, and disappeared through the small backstage door.
Xie Xuanming stayed in place alone, with his arms outstretched, standing still for a long time facing the empty stage.
After reminiscing about the meeting with Xie Xuanming, the debris was also packed.
Want to make a phone call to apologize
Ji Sheng thought absently.
I came here specially to attend the birthday party, but I was treated so coldly, I should be apologized.
but…
Does Xie Xuanming still need an apology from Ji Sheng
Ji Sheng hesitated.
Does a rising actor need an apology from an unlikely drummer? There is almost no need for any cooperation or even meeting between them...
He was questioning himself when his cell phone rang suddenly.
Anonymous call.
Either a liar or a bastard.
Ji Sheng didn't even want to hang up.
But the man was very persistent, and immediately called again after hanging up.
Ji Sheng paid attention, he hesitated, and connected the phone.
"Hi, hello, who is this?"
"Hi Ji Sheng, I'm screenwriter Li Bingjun, I would like to ask, do you have any plans to act recently?"