Chapter 147 Choice
Set the time forward slightly.
At about eight o'clock, Han Ying entered the hotel carrying a few cans of beer bought from the supermarket and went up to the floor reserved by the crew of "Underground Traffic Station". Han Ying had to be convinced. This crew looked quite poor. The staff were a group of people who shot commercials. The most famous actor was Tang Bo, who was still a commercial worker. They were poor and shabby, but they were really not aggrieved in terms of food and accommodation. Own.
The accommodation conditions in this hotel were not as good as here. She had stayed with a production crew that was said to have a large investment.
However, it’s right to think about it. A few stars took away 60 to 70% of the investment in the drama, and the rest was not good for food and housing.
She walked to 306 and knocked on the door. Liang Zhou opened the door. Three people were already sitting in his room. The air conditioner was turned on at full speed. The aroma of hot pot filled the whole room. "Hey, you are not afraid of the director's ward rounds either. .”
Liangzhou said: "There is no night show today, the director has gone home."
Han Ying put the bag on the table, "The crew's meal is pretty good, why do you want to eat hot pot again?"
“Isn’t this a time for us to get together?”
Liangzhou pointed at a few people and said, "The last time we got together was when we graduated from college. In the blink of an eye-"
"four years ago."
Liangzhou: “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 she happens to be Han Ying. This is fate.
Han Ying feels that it is fate.
After graduation, she and Liang Zhou worked hard in the film and television industry. These two classmates took root in the drama circle. It was quite rare that they could get together.
The classmate said that this fate is thanks 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.”
Han Ying gets excited when he talks about the screenwriter, "The one who came here in the morning, the one who is very handsome?"
Liang Zhou: “He’s the only screenwriter on the crew.”
"Amazing!"
Han Ying looked at the handsome guy's age and asked, "Has he just graduated from college or not? Did he write a script and make it into a TV series at such a young age?"
Liang Zhou opened the beer and sat down, "If he hadn't been in the cast, I see he was so handsome, and there were still people who voted for the first script. I must have said that some rich women favored it, but after reading the script - tsk tsk, the writing is really good, especially Lines.”
Whether a script is well written or not, actors may not say they have a clear understanding of it, but they know at least 50% to 60%. As for the lines in a script, the lines in a good script are easy to memorize, the plot is natural, the logic of the characters is consistent with the lines, so the actors can easily get involved, the emotions will flow spontaneously, and the lines will flow naturally. But when it comes to a bad script, the lines don't fit the reality, and some of them are not even what the characters should say. The actors can't get along, so let's not talk about the acting skills. So when Liangzhou and the others got the script, they didn't know whether it would be a hit or not, but they still knew whether it would be bad or not.
The classmate said: "People are inherently talented. The promotional video for "Flowing Flowers" was shot by Director Zhang and he wrote the script."
The vegetables are ready.
Han Ying opened the beer and said, "Okay, us little characters, let's not talk about their geniuses."
She raised her glass, "Cheers to our reunion!"
The four people met and each took a sip. Liangzhou suddenly remembered the past, "Time flies so fast. It has been four years in the blink of an eye. Han Ying has become more beautiful, and Lao Zhou has become fatter-"
Han Ying added: "Old Liang, you have become oily."
It's not that his body has become oily. Liangzhou is still tall and thin now.
He has become glib.
Lao Zhou agreed, "Yes."
In the past, apart from acting and speaking lines, Liangzhou couldn't say a word for a long time outside the play. Now, his little mouth is so loud that the director is so happy to compliment him. This is also the case in this crew. The script is set and the director cannot change it, otherwise Gao Lu will have to add scenes to Liangzhou.
Another classmate agreed, "That guy makes me feel embarrassed to say that I am a classmate."
If this was still in the small restaurant at the east gate of the school, and the four people from four years ago were sitting at a table next to them, Liangzhou at that time would definitely be inferior to Liangzhou now.
Liangzhou smiled bitterly, "It's just for show, not shabby."
They clinked glasses, "Yeah, for the show."
I used to like acting. I thought acting was pretty good. I enjoyed it and the money would come naturally if I was good at it.
It’s different now.
Han Ying lamented, "I remember at that dinner table, Lao Zhou said he wanted to be the best actor in five years, but now he only has one year left."
Lao Zhou was embarrassed, "I won't mention it, I won't mention it anymore, I'm still just a sidekick now."
Speaking of which, Han Ying also said that he wanted to be both a capable person and an idol.
They recalled each other’s bragging rights in college and had a laugh.
Liangzhou: "Okay, okay, we all have the same virtue, so don't hurt each other. Come on, let's go."
Their cups touched each other, making the sound of broken dreams.
There was silence for a while. Han Ying felt it was a bit monotonous, so she turned on the TV, and then suddenly remembered, "The crew said that the music variety show of The Devil will be broadcast live tonight?"
She went to look for it on Twitter, opened Time Short Video, searched and cast it on the TV. Now it was live broadcasting the interview of the Big Devil in the car, "Just in time, it hasn't started yet."
Liang Zhou waited for her to sit back and asked her, "Do you still like the Great Demon King?"
"Of course, the Big Devil is my idol, or -" Han Ying thought for a moment, it was her fantasy self. If there was a pillow that made her dream, she would choose the Big Devil's life path. .
Han Ying thinks this is a pity, because she is afraid that what the big devil likes is not what she likes.
Forget it, dreams are all flawed.
They chatted while eating. It was a pleasure to eat hot pot with the air conditioner on on a hot day. Just when they were chatting lively, a series of whistles suddenly came from the TV in the background, attracting them all. .
Han Ying turned her head and took a look.
"Wow!"
She cried out happily, "Great devil, my great devil!"
The devil's temperament has become much more intellectual, but she simply went on stage with a white T-shirt on her upper body and jeans on her lower body. Standing there she still looked like the devil in her memory, as if she had traveled through time.
“A good person like me should have lived a brilliant life...”
They were having an intertwined game, but it slowly cooled down. Everyone was listening. Han Ying leaned on the table, leaning her head on her hands, watching the big devil on TV. Liangzhou picked up the wine and drank it slowly, one mouthful after another. Lao Zhou touched his beer -
When the final whistle blew, they were still unfinished and looked at the subtitles in a daze.
Then, they saw Jiang Yang who was giving away half a bottle of Coke—
"Why!"
Lao Zhou came to his senses, "Isn't this our screenwriter?"
Han Ying was very sure that she could never forget the handsome guy, "It's him!"
“Half a bottle of Coke!”
Liang Zhou didn’t understand whether he was chasing stars or not. “I won’t let the fans of the Big Devil beat me.”
They looked at Han Ying.
Han Ying felt that eating was the most important thing. She could not ruin her job. She said, "Come on, let's drink."
As soon as Liangzhou took the wine, there was no more in the bag, but when they were listening to the song, they still had three or four cans. "Okay, I'll go buy it." Liangzhou stood up, "This song is really useless."
"yes."
Han Ying finally saw the traces of these five years on the Big Demon King. His singing used to be intoxicating, but now it hurts his heart.
Also watching the live broadcast is Yue Yun.
Time Live Broadcast has given the program a lot of traffic, and many people have watched it on their mobile phones.
While Yue Yun was sulking on the sofa, he watched the live broadcast of this music micro-variety show. It was not a beautiful scene, but in reality, the pedestrians stopping and the devil paying attention made Yue Yun even more envious for some reason.
She listened to the song quietly.
Different people have different situations.
Many successful people, many people who still have a way forward, and many people who are born to stand at the end, will feel that this song is moaning for no reason.
Of course, Yue Yun is not.
As an ordinary person who has seen Li Qingning’s talent, Yue Yun was moved to tears when he listened to this song.
Of course, it’s all because of this song.
“Your daughter has been coaxed.”
His husband came over and said, "As for what, your daughter and you are so angry that you are crying?"
“I cried while listening to the song.”
Yue Yun looked at the big devil on her phone. She thought it was ironic to have the big devil sing this song. All her talents and the wasted talents were exactly what Yue Yun never forgot.
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.
The more things you learn, the more you have to learn.
She would rather that her daughter would have a bad relationship with her mother like the big devil ten or twenty years later, rather than be like those people in the barrage, unwilling to degenerate, but not thinking about making progress, and just complaining about themselves. barrage.
Yes, some people are ordinary throughout their lives.
But that’s only after hard work, rather than being moved here by listening to the song!
Just like her dad said, it doesn’t matter even 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 and now she often feels sorry for herself, so much so that when she dreams back in the middle of the night, she still dreams that she is making that choice again: she followed her father's advice to continue her studies, and then—
Then.
People always regret the choices they have made years later, and imagine what would happen if they chose another path.
He can understand this feeling.
Because he also often dreams, dreaming that he is back in the college entrance examination. He is thinking that if he scores just a little bit higher and can enter the major he likes, he will look different and no longer need to be a coder. , the hair is still there, no need to wear a wig.
(End of this chapter)