Clouds and water do not know the wind and moon [entertainment circle]

The next day, there was a traffic jam on the way to Song Yunshui's house.

When putting the luggage into the trunk before, Tang Buzhi guessed that today would be cloudy, but he didn't expect that there would be a rear-end collision on Chaoyang Avenue.After waiting for a long time to hear the siren of the ambulance, people can't help worrying whether the victims will die due to the delay in rescue.

Looking up at the window, the white sun dissolves in the sky, and snowflakes fall on the front windshield of the car in clusters.

Waiting was boring, and the two of them talked one after another.Tang didn't know a very interesting story, Song Yunshui listened quietly and smiled.

"...And when she was performing the next day, she said to the mirror: 'Magic mirror, magic mirror, am I the most beautiful person in the world', never dreaming that the mirror was broken. Later she asked the director : 'How could the mirror be broken?' Guess what the director said?"

"How did he say?"

In fact, Song Yunshui had already guessed it, but he still asked the question.

Tang didn't know that he pretended to be arrogant on purpose:

"The director said angrily: 'You ask me, who should I ask!?'"

"Maybe older people are somewhat self-righteous." Tang said helplessly.

Song Yunshui nodded and fell silent thoughtfully.

If Tang didn't know how to read minds, he would know that Song Yunshui thought of 110.That is also an arrogant person.This is because when Song Yunshui met 110 at the company last night, 110 said that although Tang Zhizhi did well in the audition, it might just be an extraordinary performance. He also emphasized: "I can feel it. ——Hmph, that kid must have performed really well!"

"However, not all directors are like this." Song Yunshui mentioned Wang Fu.

Song Yunshui participated in a movie directed by Wang Fu before.Before that, he had only heard that Wang Fu was very strict about the quality control of movies, but after actually getting in touch with him, he found that Wang Fu was a very peaceful person, just like a priest in a church who listens to other people's prayers. The cultivation base that can deal with it calmly.

Once, 110 reprimanded a newcomer, saying that his facial expression was too stiff, like wearing a mask.The newcomer was a little sad after hearing it, and said with a downcast: "Yes, I know, I will pay attention." But the next scene still did not perform well. 110 got angry and took off his hat to curse.Just when everyone was sweating for that man from the bottom of their hearts, Wang Fu stopped 110 with a wave of his hand, and then handed a bottle of mineral water to the pale newcomer actor, letting him drink and relax.Then he said to him: "You still have room for improvement in this scene. The character you played doesn't have too much ups and downs in the story, but you can pay more attention to the details. After all, the details are also the plot, right?" Later, at the celebration banquet for the film's finale, everyone said that Wang Fu's character was trustworthy, and they hoped to cooperate with him again in the future.

During the audition yesterday, Tang Zhizhi also met Wang Fu, who was sitting in the middle of the judging panel.In memory, Director Wang Fu does give people a feeling of harmony and wealth—different from Song Yunshui's indifferent indifference, it is a kind of peace formed after a long time in the world.

Speaking of which, the results of "Hero Sand" will not come out until a week later, but Tang Wuzhi has already begun to think about how to improve his acting skills, because he is very aware of the gap between him and the regular actors.

At this time, the vehicles on the road still had no intention of moving forward. Tang didn't know how to ask Song Yunshui how to hone his acting skills, but saw that the latter's face seemed to have changed, and he looked a little painful.

Song Yunshui felt a sudden pain in his heart, probably a sign of a disease attack. He quickly took out a white medicine bottle from the locker in front of the car, unscrewed the cap, and took the emergency medicine.

Tang Zhizhi asked him what was wrong, and Song Yunshui said that I was fine, but sometimes I would suddenly have severe chest tightness. I asked the doctor before, and the doctor said that it was not a serious problem, just take the medicine and take it slowly.

However, while walking on the path leading to the door of the house, Song Yunshui's chest hurt again.

Tang Wuzhi noticed his abnormality, and felt that he seemed to be a little unstable, so he hurriedly supported his shoulders.

Damn, it's so heavy.Feeling a heavy weight pressing on his arms——Song Yunshui is 1.9 meters tall, the same height as Tang Zhizhi, and others might not be able to hug him.

"Song Yunshui, what's wrong with you?"

"..."

Without waiting for an answer, Tang Zhizhi had no choice but to help him back home first.

The nanny was not there, so Tang Zhizhi told Song Yunshui to sit down on the sofa.

After about ten minutes of touching, Song Yunshui recovered.His heart no longer hurts, but he doesn't know why, he always thinks this is a sign.

"Maybe one day, I will die suddenly."

Tang Bubu gave a "tsk" and reprimanded in a non-stern tone: "Don't say such unlucky words."

"..."

Song Yunshui's eyes calmed down, but still looked a little dead silent.In the depths of those pitch-black pupils was blank whiteness, and something was peeling off silently... Even if he really died, he would not feel regretful, because his mother was waiting for him in heaven.

Looking back, he was shrouded in the shadow of death throughout his childhood. The first time he felt heartache was not because of illness, but because he heard his peers share interesting stories at home. When they talked about their parents, he would always think of his dilapidated family... …

So he couldn't help thinking, why do people die?Why do some parents leave their children alone after giving birth?

Gradually understand that some questions have no answers, and the heaviness of knowing the truth is beyond his ability to bear.

Tang Zhizhi kept looking at Song Yunshui, unable to guess what he was thinking, but he could tell that he was not in a good mood. He thought Song Yunshui was suffering from illness, so he said some words of comfort to him.

Song Yunshui felt like he was floating on an isolated island. Those words came from afar, but were blown away by the ruthless sea breeze, unable to enter his heart.

Song Yunshui said that he was a little tired (probably a side effect of the medicine) and wanted to go to the bedroom to lie down for a while.

Tang Zhizhi nodded and said, go ahead and don't worry about me.

After he left, Tang didn't know that he was alone in the living room, feeling that he had nothing to do.

I don't know what happened to the person who was in the car accident before, it should be reported on the evening news.he thought.Death was so close to him, again.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and put it to his lips.The clouds and mist rose up in a flurry.

Tang didn't know that he didn't smoke before. After his younger brother committed suicide by cutting his wrist half a year ago, he started to numb himself with nicotine.This was the last death that happened to him.

He was always wondering why there were seven wounds on his brother's wrist, and this picture often popped up in his mind: a young man with short hair and dark lips rolled up the sleeve of his left hand with his right hand.

Thin hairs stood up on his wheat-yellow forearms, and the light above his head illuminated them into silvery white, like a vast swamp of reeds.

With his thumb and forefinger, he held a razor blade that was used to shave his eyebrows not long ago, aiming at the protruding artery of his left wrist, and cut it silently, as cautiously as cutting a birthday cake covered with cream. There's a ticking time bomb hidden inside.

A red line appeared on his skin, the cut was too shallow, his face showed the expressionless expression of a broken person, the thin blade was held between the thumb and forefinger, from left, right, second knife.It was still too shallow, and the pain gradually came from the wound, but he didn't care, but couldn't wait to make the third and fourth cuts.

"Ah..." He pondered, blood flowed out like tears and splashed on the tiled floor, one drop, two drops, three drops... forming a strange shape, and at the same time, a strange relieved smile appeared on his face , but soon turned into a numb look.

Then quickly draw the fifth knife and the sixth knife, which is a strange shape.His legs were limp and he knelt on the ground, his forehead was drenched in cold sweat, which was strangely cold.Two weird red "three"s were superimposed on his skin, jumped out from the skin, and made irregular movements in his field of vision. This was a normal phenomenon of excessive blood loss, and he was not very alarmed.

Calm down, calm down, now is the finishing time, the seventh cut he made especially deep, so that death is safe, after everything is done, he raised his head in relief, and let out a long breath, like covering a corpse Cloth closed his eyes like that.

As for the cause of his brother's death, although he could guess something, he couldn't confirm it.

After being burned by Mars, Tang Buzhi came back to his senses and found that he was almost out of cigarettes.

He stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and suddenly remembered that Song Yunshui also said that he could die for him. Although it was false, when he heard this sentence yesterday, his heart still shook.

……

Song Yunshui walked into the bedroom with some tired steps. Although the room was not bright, it was not dark either. You could see the sunlight coming in from the east window, and the white grid-shaped screens were blown by the wind, like two Flapping like a dragonfly's wings.

His room was tidy and tidy, and most of the area he could see was white, which should make people feel calm and comfortable, but he remembered that the shrouds worn by the dead were also of this color.

Song Yunshui slept for a while and had a nightmare, but when he woke up, he forgot all the content of the dream, except for a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.After walking out of the bedroom, Tang Zhizhi was still sitting on the sofa.

Tang didn't know that he had learned fortune-telling, so he could tell at a glance that Song Yunshui had just encountered a nightmare.Then he handed something to Song Yunshui.

"what is this?"

"The amulet is for you. Wearing it on your body will keep you safe, and you will sleep more peacefully at night."

Song Yunshui took the spell that was folded into a triangle.This thing was given to Tang Zhizhi by his master Jinpan before he washed his hands. It is said that it can ward off disasters, ward off evil spirits, keep safe, and attract good luck and so on.

"Thank you." Song Yunshui couldn't help smiling.

During lunch—the nanny came back around 01:30, and she cooked the dishes on the table—Tang Zhizhi mentioned the training and asked Song Yunshui if there was any more reliable organization.

Song Yunshui said that the crew will arrange it.

Wang Fu originally planned to choose newcomers, so he has already planned related training matters for the protagonists. (Wang Fu is very thoughtful, obviously, he is an experienced director.)

Tang Buzhi nodded, but thought: How did he know that I was in Wang Fu's crew?

After asking, I found out that Song Yunshui is the investor of "Hero Sand", and I have seen his resume before.

Song Yunshui didn't mention that the producer was careless, which is why Tang Zhizhi's application appeared in the candidate's profile, and he didn't mention this incident, which made 110 very angry, and they have been fighting with him until now.Of course, it didn't mention that he had recommended Tang Zhizhi.

But Tang didn't know that he was aware of it, "Well, Song Yunshui, I was selected for an audition. Could it be because of your help?"

"What?" Song Yunshui showed a confused look on his face, and then, as if he had just realized, he said calmly: "If I can intervene, of course I will help you. It's a pity that Wang Fu is a very assertive person. He probably won't listen to me." He smiled helplessly, "Besides me, there are other investors in this movie."

"...Indeed, I was thinking too much." Tang did not know in a low voice.

"As for the training, I don't know the specific content yet, but the person in charge has been determined, and it is Yao Ling, the film's assistant director."

Fried pork ribs, tomato scrambled eggs, and fried water spinach are served on ceramic plates. They are all home-cooked dishes. Although they look ugly, they taste good.But Song Yunshui still ate very little, as if everything he ate was chewy.

"What kind of person is Yao Ling?"

"This stumps me. I'm not very good at answering such questions." Song Yunshui put down his iron-wood chopsticks that looked like chocolate bars, and smiled, because although he knew Yao Ling, most people always had different opinions, so On the grounds that he didn't know others well, he brushed off the question.

Because in the afternoon he was going to shoot the cover of "Saint Luo Li" magazine - the cover of the previous issue was the drama actor He Xin - Song Yunshui left after eating, and before leaving, he specially explained one thing.

"This is my uncle's bedroom. The doors of other rooms are all white, but this one is light blue. You should not be mistaken. My uncle is not in good health and has epilepsy, so please remember not to enter this room." Go, it might disturb his rest."

Song Yunshui's uncle had been hit on the head when he was a child, and had some neurological problems. Although he went to a famous hospital for examination, he was not cured.The doctor also apologized to them, saying: "I'm sorry, there is nothing we can do. The patient is already over 50 years old. If he received treatment at a younger age, maybe there is still a possibility of cure."

……

After Song Yunshui left, the house became deserted.The nanny is bending over, using a special snow-sweeping tool to clear the snow in the courtyard. Behind him are three evergreen palm trees, and on the other side, the branches of Xiangfei bamboo have turned from emerald green to yellow. , the ground below is covered with a thick layer of snow, like goose down, with fallen leaves on the goose down, like countless dead and dried leaf butterflies.

Seeing Tang Zhizhi standing by the window looking a little lonely, the nanny came over to him and said, "Mr. Tang, it's windy, so be careful not to catch a cold. If you feel bored, you can watch TV. The remote control is under the coffee table, or If you want to read a book, you can go to the study room next to the dining room, there are many books in it... Well, I am old, I don’t know how to talk to young people, so I can’t chat with you, I’m sorry.”

……

A man reads a book in the study.

There is a brown shelf of "Eleven Kinds of Solitude" by Richard Yates. There is a rectangular bay window at the corner, and there is a balcony like a springboard outside. Transparent, like hazy emeralds, there are large potted plants in the room, such as dragon's blood tree, celestial bird, and smaller ones, such as spider plant, spring feather, monstera and so on.So many plants seem to imply that the owner of the room hates the world and has no good opinion of human society. In contrast, he is more willing to coexist with gentle and simple nature.

…is that so?uncertain.