The Best Actor and the Non-Captive Canary

It was almost two o'clock at night when I got home with Director Wei.Yan Qiujing went into the bathroom and took a shower, then lay on the bed wrapped in a bathrobe to watch Ling Mu's live broadcast.

Sure enough, Ling Mu was still rehearsing in the training room.

He drank a lot of wine with Director Wei at the dinner tonight, and now he is dizzy after being steamed by the heat of the bathroom.He looked dazedly at Ling Mu who was standing in the middle of the team practicing dancing on the screen, stopping from time to time to guide the formation changes, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

In the dream, I went back to the first time I met Ling Mu when I was in the dance academy four years ago.

At that time, Ling Mu was 19 years old, which happened to be the age of Suning in "Shechun".

Yan Qiujing remembered the scene where he broke into the auditorium of the college and took the heroine, who had lost her soul because she could no longer dance, away from the auditorium of the dance performance.In order to ensure the real effect of the shooting, director Lin, who worked with him back then, communicated with the college and expressed his willingness to actively cooperate in finding some students to perform in the auditorium.

The first time Yan Qiujing saw Ling Mu was when he pushed open the door of the auditorium——Ling Mu on the stage was wearing a white silk dress and dancing solo to classical and melodious music, with a cold white chasing light above his head to create a shooting atmosphere. The quietness sprinkled on his floating figure was like a veil.He raised his neck slightly, his facial features were reflected coldly and alienated by the soft light and shadow, he looked extremely focused and selfless, the off-stage shooting didn't seem to affect him in the slightest, and he even gave them a glance.

"Ka——Qiu Jing, what are you looking at?...Qiu Jing?"

It wasn't until the scene recorder came over that he patted Yan Qiujing lightly and called, "Brother Jing?" He came back to his senses, and hurriedly said to the director and staff, "Sorry, let's do it again." The music had to be stopped in the auditorium, Ling Mu put away his movements and stood in the middle of the stage, waiting to start again.

Yan Qiujing broke into the auditorium again, and Ling Mu on the stage happened to be caught in a drumbeat and took off lightly. When Ling Bo jumped up, his white clothes danced gracefully in the air.He couldn't help but be a little stunned. Over the years in the entertainment industry, he has seen many people dance, the first-line fresh meat of the Korean group's return, the top traffic with both appearance and strength... But this is the first time he feels the beauty of the stage. People make him unable to take his eyes off.

"Ka——Qiujing, what's the matter with you?"

The music in the auditorium stopped again, Ling Mu stopped his movements and stood quietly on the stage waiting.When Yan Qiujing turned around and was about to retake the shot, he subconsciously looked back at him. Ling Mu's eyes were downcast, and he didn't know where he was looking.

When the director called "Cut" for the third time, Ling Mu finally raised his head and glanced at him. Yan Qiujing was a little embarrassed, and silently said to the people on the stage far away: Sorry.

Ling Mu didn't respond to him, and quickly looked away.

When Yan Qiujing turned around and walked out of the auditorium, Ling Mu's deep and quiet eyes looking at him still appeared in his mind.This time when the filming started, he deliberately didn't look at the stage again, and finally managed to get past this point, and Ling Mu, who didn't have to play any more, was finally able to step down from the stage.

At the beginning of the next dance, Yan Qiujing returned to the usual state of passing, and the director breathed a sigh of relief.

After the filming of this scene, there was a night scene after the original plan, but Director Lin mercifully gave them a holiday, probably because he was not in a good state and worried about the quality of the shooting.

It was getting dark outside, Yan Qiujing didn't leave with the group, but changed into normal clothes and put on a black baseball cap and strolled around the dance academy alone.

...Yan Qiujing had to admit that he was attracted by the boy on the stage today, otherwise he wouldn't have hoped to meet him again on campus like now.

Yan Qiujing wandered around the campus for less than 10 minutes, and two girls came up to him carefully asking for his autograph.Afraid of causing a sensation on campus, he had no choice but to give up the chance to leave.There were many students on the main road leaving school in the evening, Yan Qiujing glanced around, found a small road on the side of the main road that seemed to be deserted, and walked in.

He walked farther and farther along the path, wondering if he had gone the wrong way, and when he was about to go back, he paused at the footsteps in front of him, and suddenly laughed.He walked towards the boy who was sitting on a stone bench by the lake with his back to the path, and when he got closer, he heard the boy reciting English in a low voice.

Just as Yan Qiujing walked over and was about to sit down, the boy saw someone coming from the corner of his eye and got up and was about to leave.Yan Qiujing hurriedly grabbed him and shouted, "Hey——"

The boy seemed a little surprised when he turned around and saw him. He withdrew his hand from Yan Qiujing's hand without a trace, took off his earphones and asked, "...you... looking for me?"

Yan Qiujing looked down at his wrist, then silently retracted his hand.Soon he showed a skilled and professional smile to the boy and said, "Uh, what a coincidence... I happened to bump into you just by walking around."

The boy changed out of his dance clothes and wore a very simple solid-color T. His black hair hung down on his forehead softly, and a white headphone cable hung around his neck. He was dressed like an ordinary college student.

There is no stage, no spotlights, and there is only an artificial lake that is not clear and the campus scenery that is not beautiful.But Yan Qiujing just thought he was good-looking, even though it was so dark that only the outline of his facial features could be seen, but he was still good-looking.

The boy nodded politely to him, and said, "Well, don't bother me, I'll go first..."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Yan Qiujing quickly interrupted him and said in a sincere tone, "I'm really sorry to have made you dance several times today. I'll treat you to dinner as an apology."

The boy shrugged off, "No need, I still have something to do..."

"Ah, you have something to do..." Yan Qiujing seemed to be a little regretful, paused, and then smiled: "Then we will make an appointment another day, and I will add you on WeChat." He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to her. Give it to him, and ask: "Should I scan you or do you search yourself?" The words are very level, and there is no chance for him to refuse.

Yan Qiujing looked at the obviously flustered boy in front of him and wanted to laugh, thinking that he really was a child, and he pretended to be a little adult... so cute.

The boy looked at his cell phone for a long time, wondering whether he should answer it or not. A female voice came from afar along the trail: "I really saw Yan Qiujing come in just now..."

Seeing this, Yan Qiujing glanced back, put on a hurried expression and held up the phone to urge: "Quick, they'll find you later..."

The boy also hurriedly glanced at the source of the sound, seeing that he was still holding up the mobile phone, as if he would not take it back if he didn't add it, so he had to take it over, quickly typed his mobile phone number in the search bar and returned it to him.

Yan Qiujing glanced down at the phone and said, "Hey, just pass."

Reluctantly, the boy took out his mobile phone and passed the friend request. He pointed to the other side of the path and said, "Go straight over there and go out through the back door."

The sound of footsteps was already very close to them, but Yan Qiujing didn't hurry to leave. He looked at the boy against a street lamp by the far lake that wasn't really bright, and asked, "What's your name?"

The boy looked very anxious, and left a sentence: "Wechat name, I'm leaving." After speaking, he walked away along the lake.

Yan Qiujing looked at the boy's back and said in a low voice: "Ling Mu."