All the cubs I raise have become giants [Entertainment]

The start time of "Frost" is approaching, the filming location has been cleared, and there are staff coming and going. Many actors have arrived ahead of time to familiarize themselves with the venue and the script.The screenwriter and the team took Fang Huai to see the venue.

"You know the story of "Frost", right?" The screenwriter is a middle-aged woman wearing glasses, she is very gentle, "I talked with Director Lin before, and he said a word to me-'About never changing until death romance and ideals'."

"Unswerving romance and ideals until death." Fang Huai followed her, repeating this sentence thoughtfully.

This "Frost" feels a lot like that.

"Frost" is not a very conventional story, it revolves around the protagonist, but it is more like a group portrait movie, every character is flesh and blood, using their own life to interpret the two words of romance and ideal.

It was still raining lightly that day, and the staff around him couldn't help but look at Fang Huai more often.This child's appearance is too outstanding. There are already many actors here, and their appearance is not bad, but Fang Huai's appearance is still very eye-catching.

"Mr. Zhang, Xu Shu hasn't come yet." A person hurried over and said, "There was another delay, and he said he won't get on the plane until tomorrow."

The screenwriter's surname is Zhang, and he frowned almost invisible at this time: "Not yet?"

She turned to Fang Huai and nodded slightly: "Sorry, wait for me a moment."

She handed the umbrella to Fang Huai, opened it and walked towards a certain house.

Fang Huai stood under the gray wall and white tiles with an umbrella in his hand, looking at the water trail winding down the wall, he was a little distracted for a while.He has not closed his eyes since three o'clock last night, but he is not tired. Many notes are crowded in his brain noisily, but the thing that gave him a flash of inspiration is still nowhere to be found.

A black cat rubbed against his trouser leg, licking its paw lazily.

While thinking, Fang Huai unconsciously tilted the umbrella towards the cat, exposing half of his shoulders in the rain.

Many people couldn't help but quietly raised their mobile phones to take pictures.The fashion designer was discussing things with someone, and glanced out the window inadvertently, and was a little stunned for a while.The people around her looked in her direction, wowed, and asked, "Who is this? He's handsome, looks familiar, is he an actor?"

The designer shook his head and said casually:

"He's in good shape for a military uniform."

The boy is tall and thin, with a clothes hanger figure, and he can manage all kinds of styles. The military uniforms of that era in "Frost" look good, but many actors can't stand it.

Fang Huai wore a slightly loose linen shirt today, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He slightly raised his umbrella, revealing a pair of watery light amber eyes under the eaves of the umbrella, standing under the gray sky and white wall, The umbrella helps the kitten shelter from the rain.

A picture with a great sense of story.

"Don't you know him?" A music assistant passed by and whispered, "It's Fang Huai, the one who won the championship in the previous draft, who composed our theme song."

"Variety show?" The designer was taken aback, "It's not like that."

She doesn't like many talent shows, but the boy looks clean.

"He looks honest on the surface, but he is actually very good at business hype. He sets himself up as a fan of veteran cadres every day, and his fans are all devoted." The assistant shook his head, "However, I heard that he can't write songs anymore, no Knowing what director Lin thinks, I guess the composition will change later."

"Who said that?"

A lazy voice sounded.

The three people present followed the prestige and were all taken aback.

The tall and handsome man leaned against the door, half-opened his light golden eyes casually, and yawned.It was raining outside, and the lights in the corridor shone from a distance. The man lowered his eyes and played with his phone absently.

He also attended a film festival abroad last week.

It's the lead actor of "Frost"... Feng Lang.

Fang Huai finished visiting the crew in the morning, listened carefully to the scriptwriter's words, and watched a few scenes where other supporting actors were practicing, then went back and shut himself in the room again.

The room was small, with an upright piano and desk, and the curtains were drawn down.Holding the script in his hand, Fang Huai glanced at it first, then clicked on the piano, wrote a few strings of notes, crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash can, and the cycle continued.

He writes songs very quickly, he can write with a pen, even if he has no inspiration.I just write a paragraph and a paragraph, and soon the trash can is full again.

At noon, Shi Feiran came to bring him food, and casually said:

"You'll be free later, why don't you start a live broadcast?"

Fang Huaiyou hadn't shown his face for a long time since the red carpet.Although he posts on Weibo every day, Shi Feiran occasionally helps him post some photos, but the interaction with fans is still too little, and it is still necessary to maintain a certain popularity.

When Shi Feiran said this, he also meant to persuade Fang Huai to change his mood - Fang Huai pushed himself too hard, maybe it would be better to chat with fans.It's not a formal business live broadcast, just talking to fans for a while, Shi Feiran himself will watch from the sidelines, control and comment, so as not to make a big mistake.

He patiently explained to Fang Huai what a live broadcast is.

Fang Huai nodded: "Yes."

He had a piece of bread in his mouth, and his eyes were distracted. After eating the bread three times, he sat back at the table, picked up a pen, and threw a ball of paper into the trash can three minutes later.

Shi Feiran: "..."

Half an hour later, Fang Huai unskillfully set up his phone and turned on the live broadcast.This was Fang Huai's first live broadcast, and there was no advance notice, but thousands of people flooded in soon, and the number continued to rise.

[Is it cubs?Really cub? !Ahhhhh I'm dead, Zaizai is so close to me, sucking like crazy. 】

[Zai Zai, you lost weight qaq Are you too tired recently?Why don't you take a break for yourself? 】

[Has Huaihua been writing songs recently?See the piano in the back. 】

[Pure makeup without filters, you are too honest, aren't you?But damn good looking woo hoo, I blew it off.The jet lag party is worth staying up late this time. 】

Fang Huai was completely unfamiliar with "live broadcast", so he struggled to distinguish the lines of words that flashed past, and replied seriously:

"Writing songs, not at home."

"Stay up late? Don't go to bed too late, good night."

"I'll play it for you."

A fan asked him to play the piano, so Fang Huai played a part.No one talks about inspiration.

Suddenly, several barrages passed by——

[It's really ugly to play, obviously can't write a song, but still insists on the quota of "Frost", and vomits under the real name.It's troublesome to show some face when you're hot, right? 】

[I beg Lin Shengyun to wake up, and quickly replace this vase, please?Please Fang Huai get out of "Frost" Thank you]

That id was quickly banned, and the fans were furious, but it was not easy to directly tear it up in the bullet screen, so they could only suppress their anger and tacitly swipe the bullet screen to cover that one.The heart hangs higher and higher.

This live broadcast will end soon.

Fang Huai turned off the phone screen, and many viewers gradually quit the live broadcast room, reducing the number of people.Some people quit soon and hung up the live broadcast room to do other things. In the end, the number of people remained at around one hundred.

Some of these hundred people went to sleep, some went to work, and came back half an hour later...and heard the sound of the piano.

Fang Huai just turned off the screen, but did not completely turn off the live broadcast!

the other side.

Fang Huai put down his pen, leaned back into the back of the chair, and stared blankly at the ceiling.He looked at the script, and then at the desk calendar he had torn out—a line and a half on it was written by him in a flash of inspiration before, and that line and a half were so delicate that everything he wrote now seemed like an afterthought.

It's five o'clock in the afternoon.

From three o'clock in the morning last night to now, [-] hours have passed without counting the time for visiting the crew, eating, and live broadcasting.The rain had stopped, the cicadas were singing faintly in late summer, the fan was whirring, and his paper was still blank.

Twenty hours, and it has been nearly a week since the day when the inspiration suddenly disappeared.

The pressed piano keys, mixed with cicadas, sounded extremely harsh.

The one hundred people who stayed in the live broadcast room tacitly did not spread the matter, and slid a few bullet screens from time to time.

[Which of you contacted Shangshi Feiran?Remind me, cub]

[I feel sorry for my son, have you been writing?In fact, I think a few times is already very good, he is too demanding. 】

【…】

Fang Huai held the pen and let it go after two seconds.

He closed the piano lid.

"I can't write, I have no inspiration."

For a moment he felt a little frustrated and wanted to compromise.

I really can't write it, every note seems to be completely out of control, out of control, all wrong.

What is the source of inspiration?Abundant emotions, flashes of thought, endless love for life.

He seemed to have that little part that broke and the whole machine couldn't work.

The fatigue and irritability that had been there for many days gradually rose.

Fang Huai looked at the ceiling, and after half a minute, he suddenly walked to the piano and opened the piano cover.

It is "Symphony of Destiny".

The first key he pressed was the climax, and the emotions rose directly from the peak, like a sudden rainstorm and tsunami, and the intense notes swept across the small room in an instant!

The last second was in the quiet summer evening, and the next second he was directly in the center of the turbulent storm, which made the listeners shudder.

Fang Huai never complains about anything to anyone, music is his only way to confide.

So it was a catharsis.

He pressed his fingers hard on the keys, and every time he hit it, the barrage that had been passing by from time to time just now was silent for a moment.Of the one hundred people hanging in the live broadcast room, twenty or thirty were listening carefully, and they were all sucked into the vortex in an instant.

...too tense.

Adversity, not going well.When Fang Huai was playing this "Symphony of Destiny", compared with the past, there was clearly something more.

【Ah ah ah ah ah】

[Is someone recording?I think this symphony of fate is a bit mysterious...]

At the end of the song, Fang Huai closed the lid of the piano.

The brain is still blank, the twilight will be late, there is no color or note.

He exhaled lightly.

——Continue writing.

He walked to the table and picked up the pen again.This time, he was not in a hurry to write. He used to be too anxious, writing paragraph after paragraph, forcing himself to keep moving forward, but the further he walked, the further he retreated.

Abundant emotions, flashes of thought, endless love for life.

Fang Huai chewed these few words in his heart.

inspiration……

When was the last time you were inspired?

He thought it was a coincidence.

I don't know when it started to rain again outside the window, the twilight is getting darker, and it will be dark soon, but Fang Huai suddenly has a premonition that today's stars will be very beautiful.

He wanted to... wanted to see it.

He turned on the phone, pulled out a number, and his index finger paused on the dial key for a long time.

He was silent for a while, but in the end he didn't press it down.Fang Huai took the key and walked to the door, looked back one last time, and closed the door.It was lunch time, it was raining, and there were hardly any people on the street.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was gradually picking up.

The sky was completely dark, and Fang Huai didn't bring an umbrella. Halfway there, he had to take shelter from the rain under the eaves of a convenience store.He stood quietly under the eaves, the corners of his clothes were soaked in rainwater, looking at the heavy, opaque rain curtain and sky.

"Little brother, today we are closing the store early today, you—" The girl working in the convenience store pulled down the iron gate and came over to talk to him, "...Are you Fang Huai?"

Two minutes later, the little girl cheerfully got into her boyfriend's car with her signature in her arms, and left an umbrella and a lamp for Fang Huai.She asked Fang Huai if she wanted to take him back to his residence, but Fang Huai declined.

He wanted to wait, maybe the rain would stop in a while?

Another 10 minutes passed.

Not far away, a resident opened the window to breathe, and the sound of the TV weather forecast came intermittently:

"Heavy rain recently...it will continue to rain tonight...the temperature may be..."

Fang Huai: "..."

He probably shouldn't have come out, there can't be stars in this weather.

According to other people's words, Fang Huai is committing Mercury retrograde.Everything is not going well, luck is not good, no inspiration, want to go out to look at the stars, but suddenly encounters heavy rain, stuck on the street and can't go anywhere.

The young man stood under the street lamp with his eyes downcast, the corners of his clothes were soaked in rain, his whole body was listless, his slightly raised hair looked a little listless under the light.

He stepped into the rain curtain, intending to go back in the rain.

Suddenly an umbrella appeared above his head.

The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella surface gradually became louder, and the sound of car horns came from far to near, and the light of car lights fainted in the rain.

The man stood beside him silently, holding the umbrella, and wrapped him under the umbrella involuntarily.

Ye Yuyuan had just finished a ten-hour meeting, and when he rushed over, he saw Fang Huai standing under the eaves with his head downcast.The man's index finger curled up tightly.

Fang Huai didn't speak for a long while.

Ye Yuyuan stared fixedly at him with his dark eyes, and after a while, asked in a low voice:

"Want to see the stars?"

"It's raining," Fang Huai said, lowering his eyelids and saying, "There are no stars."

The sound of the rain was very loud, and the dark clouds covered the entire starry sky. The whole world was surrounded by heavy rain, and people would only feel small when they were in it.

Ye Yuyuan was silent for a while, then said:

"The rain will stop."

"At least tonight..."

Fang Huai's voice suddenly stopped.

Ye Yuyuan's words seemed to cast a spell on the whole world.

The sound of the turbulent rain subsided little by little, the bean-sized raindrops became smaller, and the scene of dark clouds fading was reflected in the small puddles by the roadside.

The cold night wind softened.

Standing in the center of the small city, Fang Huai heard the sound of windows opening, smelled the smell of fried tofu in someone's house, and the lullaby hummed softly by the old man. It becomes crystal clear while going down

The color is a little more intense.

Countless sounds and lights rushed towards him like ocean waves at the same time, and he was in the center of those colors, but everything faded away soon.In the brief silence when the sound of the rain stopped completely, Fang Huai saw——

Star.

The dark clouds faded, and the sky was covered with stars, and the fine stars were printed in thousands of puddles, shining together.

The closed door was pushed open a gap, and musical notes flowed out.

"The rain will stop."

Fang Huai stood in the center of countless stars and lights.

His soul trembled with the colors and notes that gradually poured in, and the boundaries of time and space blurred together. He had already touched that gap and found the crux.

His inspiration used to be traceless, and it originated from everything in the world.This time is different.

Abundant emotions, flashes of thought, endless love for life.

Ye Yuyuan... which one is it?

"Look at the stars?"

"Ah."

The serious man slightly hooked the corner of his lower lip, his expression was still flat, but his dark eyes softened for a moment.

There is a melody flowing slowly from the bottom of Fang Huai's heart. This time the inspiration did not burst out suddenly, but revealed little by little, like streams converging into a river.It's still a little bit closer, and the melody is taking shape, but it hasn't emerged yet.

This difficult exam paper finally came to an end, and he found the answer this time.

The name of that answer...

It's called Ye Yuyuan.