sick white moonlight

Regarding the matters between his parents, Luo Shaohui seldom gets involved, not because he never thought about it, but right and wrong are not something he can judge at will.

He is not his parents, he has not experienced things between them.

If it is said that it is as gluey as paint and full of affection, it is not without it.

It's just that as time goes by, those once beautiful and sincere things slowly disappeared.

Does mother love father, he thinks there is, time and time again she clings tightly to what she can to save father.

However, is this superficial peace and happiness what she really wants?

Luo Shaohui was unable to comment, nor was he able to persuade.

The woman smiled lightly, shook her body, and didn't know where to look in her eyes.

"For so many years, since I entered the Luo family, I have not been treated by that woman. Yes, my family is not as noble as hers, it is just an ordinary family. She looks down on me and thinks I am superior to him Son. She doesn't look at anyone who calls him his son. He has been submissive since he was a child, and he dare not go west when told him to go east. "

"The only time was when she fell in love with me and married me."

"I was so happy at the time. He actually wanted to marry me." The woman wiped her eyes as she spoke, and turned her body away from Luo Shaohui in front of her. Hua, and then said, "It's just that I didn't know at the time that he had another woman outside in less than two years after giving birth to you."

She spoke these words very slowly, hesitating word by word, as if vomited out all the pain in her stomach.

"Men like the new and dislike the old."

Luo Shaohui watched from a distance, did not approach, looked at his mother who was a bit dazed, and said in a deep voice.

"But that's not the reason for you to kill Li Ke, Mom."

How her mother saw the two brothers since she was a child, Luo Shaohui, as her son, knew clearly that they were the foundation of her foothold, she held them tightly and let them follow her ideas From now on, she always thinks that everything she does is for them.

"I am leaving."

Luo Shaohui didn't say another word, just turned and left.

He didn't know when he'd be home again, but he thought he'd never get over the things his mother did in private.

He could bear what his mother did to him, but he couldn't bear what his mother did to an innocent person.

"Shaohui!"

There was a crying mother's cry from behind, but Luo Shaohui didn't turn around, just kept walking forward, and walked out of this seemingly luxurious and beautiful, but actually old and decaying home.

"Shaohui."

The woman cried over and over again, but there was only silence.

Until the end, she was the only one left lying on the table, crying softly with her head buried, not even daring to get up.

For many years, she looked at the man who had taken good care of herself and said that she loved her into the arms of other women. She just looked at those photos alone at home again and again, until the night fell and the sun rose.

She said to herself again and again, what's so great about those women, one day when she was around, she knew they would never be able to enter the Luo family's gate.

That man won't divorce her, she knows.

He was so cowardly and felt sorry for himself.

However, he still seemed to have nothing happened again and again, and then found one after another outside.

He remembers his kindness, and he even buys gifts for himself from time to time.

However, he no longer loves himself.

I don't know when, the ensuing jealousy just came like that.

So, she bears it and laughs.

She became more and more gentle, as if she didn't care about anything anymore.

……

It was dusk and the sky was overcast.

The sudden downpour wet Shen Yu's clothes, his eyes were wet with rain, and his dark eyes were dimmed. He watched him run away, far away, and never come back.

He wasn't afraid, he had thought about such an ending a long time ago.

Since he received the letter from the capital.

This world is too small, he never thought that that person could be so despicable.

Before he knew himself, he was...

"Cut!" The director ordered, and the assistant quickly surrounded him, and handed the towel and hot water to He An.

It was late autumn at this time, and the filming of the movie was coming to an end.

Xu Zhou also finished his training early and returned to the crew.

There are still a few scenes left, and the movie is really going to wrap up.

From the beginning of June to the beginning of October, the four-month filming was not particularly long, but due to the director's high demands and excellence, all the crew members couldn't help but feel a lingering fatigue.

After the filming ended, He An hurried to the changing room with his assistant.

The wet clothes were taken off, and He An wiped his whole body with a large thick towel. The cool wind in late autumn was really comfortable, but he just got caught in the rain for filming. Great, the scene in the rain was filmed several times before and after. He changed his clothes three times and got wet in the rain three times before the director Wang An ended the filming.

Putting on gray cotton long sleeves, trousers that are more homey, and a black coat on the outside, He An came out.

Now he is filming a single scene of Xu Zhou. He sits on a row of stools next to the director, watching the crew concentrate on the center of the camera.

A steaming cup was handed over, and He An looked up. It was Yu Renshan, wearing a beige woolen coat, with pair of eyes, he always looked like a literary youth, with a kind of petty bourgeoisie.

Although his age is not considered young, and he is a few years older than He An's body, this person has such a style.

"Xu Zhou asked me to bring you the ginger soup. You left in a hurry just now."

He An took it and took a sip.

The person in front of him sat beside him and said something with emotion.

"This movie is finally coming to an end."

He An coughed lightly, holding a warm cup in his hand.

Yu Renshan turned his head, glanced at him who was somewhat pale, and asked.

"Are you okay? Xu Zhou said that you are not in good health. He was very anxious when he heard that you were going to rain yesterday. Today he found a nearby family and made you a big bowl of ginger soup."

"It's okay." He An replied in a low voice.

Yu Renshan looked at him, hesitated to speak, hesitated, and finally asked aloud, with some uncertainty.

"Are you really planning to stop making movies in the future?"

He An turned his head and glanced at him, but didn't speak.

"Brother An told me. He said that you probably won't come when the movie is released."

"You want to take a rest, really?"

He An held the warm cup and took a sip. The warm ginger soup went straight down, warming up his sore stomach.

"Really." He An opened his eyes, supported the cup, stroked the edge of the cup with his thumb, and replied.

After hearing this reply, Yu Renshan sighed, and said in a slightly sad voice.

"You can't give me some hope. I'm still waiting for the opportunity to come to you to cooperate in the future."

"Actors like you who are good-looking, popular, and good at acting, who are willing to lower their salary are really scarce."

"Are you really planning to stop acting?" Yu Renshan asked again without giving up.

"You should be able to see that I have no love for movies." He An looked at the shooting on the set and said calmly.

"You have that ability, as long as you can act well. In your line of work, in fact, there is so much love when you go deep into it. It's not about having money and being able to dawdle. At least I think most people are like this. To be popular. To put it mildly, it’s for dreams, but to put it bluntly, it’s actually a desire for money.”

"After all, if you don't become popular, you won't get more money." Yu Renshan smiled ironically.

"You can find Xu Zhou in the future."

"Xu Zhou, well, it's a good choice, but I'm really lucky to see him."

"It's strange to say that he doesn't actually love filming very much, but he is quite able to endure hardships, and he also has a bit of aura. The acting is not bad, not bad, barely enough." Yu Renshan thought for a while. I want to ask again, "He was your assistant before, now your agent will take him with him!"

"Did you tell Xu Zhou?"

He An shook his head lightly.

Yu Renshan sighed after seeing this, and asked again.

"You're gone, Sun Qun should focus on Xu Zhou."

"Well, it should be. I discussed it with Sun Qun before." He An replied in a low voice.

"Sun Qun is willing to let you go just like that." Yu Renshan asked in surprise.

"I think many years ago, he wanted me to leave, but unfortunately he never did."

"It's pretty good, too. I can get out of here." Yu Renshan smiled and comforted him.

"Let him pass on the past, the future is still long." Yu Renshan looked at He An who was bowing his head and said nothing, got up and said.

"I'll go and see the camera position first, you have a good rest."

……

He An, who was exposed to the rain a few times, may have had no major health problems after drinking that cup of ginger soup.

In the next few days and the last few scenes, the crew members were filled with joy, but as the director, Wang An was still meticulous and strict, repeating it again and again until the last scene.

Xu Zhou, who played the role of a returning businessman, came to the neat stone tomb and presented a bouquet of flowers.

It was a bouquet of white roses, gently wrapped in his favorite light cyan wrapping paper.

The bouquet of flowers was placed in front of the somewhat dilapidated stone tablet.

The sky is clear, with layers of altocumulus clouds, and a gust of wind blows through, as if blowing away all the haze.

The moment it was over, all the members breathed a sigh of relief.

All the exhaustion from this period of time seemed to be let go, and even He An, who was watching from a distance, showed a faint smile.

Everything is coming to an end.

At the finale banquet, everyone was very happy and poured wine on each other.

Xu Zhou, who was the leading actor, was given several cups. The people at the table didn't bother to pour He An, but just handed each cup to Xu Zhou. Yu Renshan, who can't drink, liked it, After drinking a few cups with the excitement, his face was flushed, his eyes were dazed, and he was not so clear-headed.

He stood up in a drunken stupor, and said to the director Wang An next to him, holding a wine glass.

"Xu Zhou, when you become popular, remember."

"Remember to give me a discount on that salary, otherwise I won't be able to afford it."

After hearing this, everyone just laughed for a while.

Director Wang An looked at Yu Renshan in front of him and didn't speak, but looked relieved.

After silently taking a sip of the warm boiled water, he glanced at He An, who was also holding boiled water, and smiled humorously.

Xu Zhou, who was sitting next to He An, drank the wine one after another, but he was in a good mood.

Yu Renshan wanted to get Xu Zhou drunk at first, but after only a few drinks, he became confused.

Only Xu Zhou was left sitting there, his face unchanged.

However, He An could clearly see that his eyes were somewhat blurred.

After leaving the restaurant for dinner, everyone returned to their place of residence.

Together with Xu Zhou's assistant, He An took Xu Zhou, who was in a daze, to Xu Zhou's own room, then came out, and went to the opposite room number.

In the evening, after taking a simple bath, He An tidied things beside the bed.

The suitcase is quite empty, except for a few daily clothes, there are only two books on psychology that are a bit thick.

Unlike Xu Zhou, he carried a notebook along with him, in which he wrote the analysis of the script and the biographies of the characters.

He An didn't even take notes, and it really wasn't necessary for him.

His memory is so good, he rarely read the script when the crew was playing together, but he never missed a line.

It was getting late at night, He An lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and prepared to fall asleep.

Tomorrow morning, I will fly back to City B, and there are still many things to deal with.

But, the doorbell rang.