Maybe in the dark

At the end of summer, there is a soft and gentle wind, like a warm breath.

The backstage was very quiet, Shen Tian often raised his head and could see the crumbling flower on the tallest treetop outside the window, it was the last flower on that branch.The flow chart in his hand has not been turned over for a while. The recent work has made him feel a little tired, but this tiredness is unreasonably absurd, isn't it, the favorite thing, how can he be tired.But his eyes seemed too tired to move.

The staff came to inform that he was going to go on stage. Shen Tianchang suddenly had a naive idea in this kind of occasion. He suddenly didn't want to go anywhere, but just wanted to sit here and see if the last wind would take the last flower away. .

But Shen Tianchang still got up, and walked to the stage amidst applause and gazes as usual countless times. Those gazes contained eager and latent scrutiny that he couldn't bear at his age. He could only control himself not to look down the stage, All his attention was paid to his walking posture, so that he felt that these short steps were so awkward.Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, this is the calmness and indifference of "supporting a big scene".

"This is the author of "Passing Through Autumn", Shen Tianchang." Someone said so.The audience was full of reporters from newspapers and magazines, and Shen Tianchang cooperatively cast a gentle smile in that general direction.His works are his symbols, and it is much better for people to remember him because of his words than to care about his fictional bright family background.

Huge promotional posters were hung on both sides of the hall. The boy in black uniform was walking retrograde in the crowd with an umbrella. It was obviously the scorching hot summer, but under his umbrella grew thin branches with dead leaves that were about to fall, full of vigor and vitality. The bleak collision, the contrast between light and dark, he was just making a fuss—"I just want to be different from you"—this poor child, he just wanted to attract someone's attention.

"It was reported on the Internet that "Passing Through Autumn" has signed a contract with Film and Television and is preparing to produce a season series. Is this true? What do you think of the original party's strong demand to boycott the live-action version? Or, because of some concerns, you will not like remakes Are you a fan of the season series and give up on putting "Passing Through Autumn" on the screen?"

"Indeed," Shen Tianchang slowly replied according to the memorized script that he had already memorized in his mind, "We will strive to select the most satisfying actor, and hope that the original party can accept it rationally, instead of blindly comparing and negating. "If possible, he would also like to say that he himself is the party of the original book. If it weren't for the company's popularity and money, he would never have the idea of ​​remake.

The scene turned cold, and another reporter stood up to break the embarrassment: "Do you personally have a favorite character for the interpretation of the novel candidate? It's too tantalizing that there is no official news so far, and readers can't wait." Laughter sounded very cooperatively, and someone even blew a whistle.

Shen Tianchang didn't know what was so ridiculous about it, but the corners of his lips still raised a gentle arc: "We will announce the makeup test photos before the end of the summer vacation, and everyone will know." He ignored the question of "favorite candidate" .

"Jiang He is the most popular male lead candidate on the Internet. You and he are high school alumni. Regarding the news that he died of illness some time ago..."

Shen Tianchang interrupted with a slightly blunt cough, choked just right and stopped quickly: "I'm sorry." He pursed his lips and sighed silently.He was very satisfied with his acting skills, but there was a genuine sadness from the bottom of his heart, which was soon ignored and hidden like an innocuous or painful scar.

After the press conference, Shen Tian often stayed behind to tidy up the scene with the staff. He just didn't want to entrust the dismantling of his promotional posters to others. He stood on the long table, rolled up his sleeves, took off the posters, and carefully rolled up the packaging.His editor was very satisfied with this kind of behavior. Of course, some reporters who hadn't left specially filmed this simple scene.

There are stacks of books that have not been put away in the empty hall, and the four words "passing through autumn" are neatly printed on the spine.Autumn, Shen Tian often thinks, what an uncomfortable season, no one knows when autumn will come and when it will leave, people say that the most dangerous is the undetectable, and the dangerous little beast in Shen Tianchang's heart is in this song. ready to move in the scene.

He lowered his head, a thin bloodstain was drawn on the back of his hand by the soft and sharp edge of the poster, it was not painful until he was discovered.Can't be seen by Gu Sheng, he thought, that guy must blame him for being careless again, and then make him unable to get out of bed as punishment.

The texture of the wood is finely divided from deep to light, and it is a perfect transition between light and dark under the faint sunlight. The nib of the pen sweeps rhythmically and quickly across the drawing paper to leave a large shadow, and the neat "brushing" sound in the quiet studio is somehow It's hilarious.The lead traces faintly glowed with colorful lights, Ye Zhou may not have noticed that the corners of his lips were slightly upturned when he was painting.

"What are you laughing at? You seem to be in a good mood today." Lin Qiao looked at the teacher with his head poking his head, and said softly, shrinking his neck.

"No." Feeling that the answer was a bit perfunctory, Ye Zhou added, "I'm going to dance this afternoon, do you want to come and see?"

"I want to buy my Gu Sheng's new book, but I have to go back to eat first, otherwise I will be scolded."

"It's so miserable." This sentence came from the bottom of his heart, Ye Zhou still knew about the mess in Lin Qiao's family. "Hey, you still like Gu Sheng so much! You still say 'my Gu Sheng', oh my god, I'm so ashamed."

Lin Qiao pursed his lips and laughed, a little embarrassed, this title that made him proud revealed some hidden emotions that he himself did not realize: "He has already entered the rich list, and I will go if I can't afford a book." have a look."

"Alas," Ye Zhou sighed while pinching the pencil, he looked at the small skylight, the leaden sky was gloomy, "If only we could be so successful one day."

The rain started to fall, and the boys without umbrellas stomped dryly at the studio door, and then rushed into the rain curtain in twos and threes.Lin Qiao ran towards home with his schoolbag in his arms, but when he saw a few cars parked under the familiar red signboard, his feet began to hesitate habitually.

The door opened without warning. The woman was wearing a long milky white dress with floral patterns, her long hair was scrupulously coiled up, her makeup was impeccable and exquisite, and her charm was still charming. After seeing him, she seemed afraid that her beauty would be wasted. The general immediately put away his smile.

Lin Qiao: "Auntie..."

The pointed chin lifted: "Why are you standing there, come in quickly, don't you think it's not wet enough?"

Lin Qiao flicked the water off his hands, watching himself stepping on the carpet with some restraint, trying not to move around as much as possible to prevent the water on his body from wetting more places.

Guests at a table by the window are discussing the current world situation. They talk about the United States and Russia, China and Japan, and South Korea and North Korea. "Germany can't do it now." Some people are so old-fashioned. "The Prism Project is really not beautiful." Someone echoed.

The one with the biggest beer belly came out to conclude that he had been silent before, but now he raised his hand and slowly took down the cigarette butt dangling from his mouth with two fingers. This action seemed to make the people on the table form a tacit understanding, and listened attentively.He put out the cigarette butt on the tablecloth and twisted it twice: "Heroes come out of troubled times, hahaha." "That's right!" "That's really good!" , Understood, it seems that those international disputes are like their trivial matters, they need to worry about them every day, but now, that person has given a conclusion, so the haze that has lingered in my heart for many years finally dissipated, and the stone in my heart was put down, It is like meeting nectar when hunger and thirst are like a stove meeting cold winter.

Cousin Lin Jing was on the phone, smiling with her mouth covered, her shiny fingernails and earrings complemented each other, her small mouth made a high-pitched and thin sound like a machine gun, she was leaning against the brown bar, slender Her thin figure was exactly the same as her mother's, with her slender black and thin legs stretched freely, and her round buttocks wrapped in tight denim shorts, like a budding flower.

Lin Qiao couldn't understand the cosmetics and stars she was talking about, he tried his best to make his gaze be kind and sincere, he watched her, Lin Jing met his gaze after a chic flick of bangs, impatient He gave him a blank look, and continued chatting enthusiastically.

"I really want to change my name, Lin Jing, tell me, how stupid, our family seems to have two characters... that is, I want to change it to Lin Yadie, or Lin Xuemeng?" She covered her mouth and smiled, shy and excited.

Lin Qiao didn't like his own name when he was young. He once wished that he could be called Lin Batian or Lin Yingxiong, because it sounded more like a hero, a big man.But he felt that neither Lin Yadie nor Lin Mengxue was better than Lin Jing.I still remember that when I first met Ye Zhou, he also laughed at his name: "Are you that Ye Zhou from Haijin Club?" The shy boy moved his mouth a few times before explaining awkwardly: "Fuck you, you're the one who's not here!" no."

A name is the only thing left by a person in the world, it will not disappear but will last forever, even if the face is blurred by time, it can be remembered.So when Lin Qiao grew up, he never thought of changing his name.

Of course he didn't know that his name would be Shen Tianchang 15 years later, and Lin Qiao would no longer exist.