Freedom

After the filming of that movie, Mu Zhou disappeared for a while, and when he returned to the screen, he had transformed from an experiential actor to an actor who conquered the audience with his acting skills.

He did a good job, but Director Wu's eyes are vicious.

"stop!"

"wrong!"

"Again!"

……

Night had completely fallen, but the studio was still brightly lit.From noon to the present, all the staff have not eaten, because Mu Zhou's performance has not met the requirements of the Wu director, so they can only repeat it over and over again.

Lu Qi was leaning against a lamppost, his eyes were always on Mu Zhou.

Mu Zhou shuttled through the built ruins, he had no strength left.

"Stop!" Director Wu shouted, "Come here first today."

Mu Zhou was wearing a down jacket, and his forehead was already sweating, "I'm sorry, I didn't act well. What do you think is not enough?"

Director Wu poured a cup of hot tea from the thermos, handed it to him, and signaled him to rest first, and Mu Zhou sat next to him.

He asked back: "What do you think this scene should show?"

Holding the teacup, Mu Zhou thought for a while and said, "He found out that this ruin turned out to be his hometown. Although he didn't understand why this happened, he must have been terrified and wanted to return everything to before he escaped... ..."

"So it became a horror movie." Director Wu interrupted him, "It's too superficial."

Mu Zhou frowned slightly.

"You have to understand that this is not a story about a teenager who ventures to discover a conspiracy. The village, his hometown, is a utopia in itself. What he wants to escape from utopia is not only the outside world, but also his relationship with his family and friends. , his relationship to the world, and, most importantly, he wanted to explore his relationship to himself."

"Aren't these too far-fetched?" Mu Zhou said, "It feels like deliberately exaggerating the main idea."

"The theme of my film is always erratic. Whether it is completed or not depends on the struggle and performance of the characters." Director Wu said, pouring out the cold tea in his cup, "Even sometimes, even the character itself I will not be aware of my own thoughts, everything depends on the performance and completion of the actors."

Speaking of this, Director Wu turned his head to look at him: "Do you know why I gave up using the children of the subject class when I first filmed "Deer", and chose you instead?"

Mu Zhou shook his head.

"Because you have been out of my script, you are more complete and perfect than it. What you show with instinct and emotion is far more exciting than what you show with acting. You may not be familiar with the character's experience, but You are familiar with emotions. This is a talent, I hope you don’t waste it, it’s a pity to overcorrect.”

After finishing speaking, he stood up and patted Mu Zhou on the shoulder, "Well, I'll give you three days off to think about the next scene. I'll finish filming other people's scenes first, and when you come back, I will It's all on you."

Lu Qi looked as if he had finished speaking, and walked over. Director Wu nodded to him and left.

Mu Zhou sat there alone, staring at the hot steam coming out of the teacup in his hand, without moving.

The assistant seemed to be used to this, and began to skillfully pack Mu Zhou's things on the set and stuff them into the nanny's car next to him.

Lu Qi waited for a while, and felt that if he sat down again, he would definitely get sick from the cold, so he walked up to him, raised his hand and touched the tip of his hair, it was really cool.

"What is a person thinking about sitting here? My hair is going to freeze."

Mu Zhou looked up at him, his brows were slightly untied, but his expression was still a little cold.

"I just heard from Lin Miao that you have three days off, do you want to come down the mountain with me?" Lu Qi said.

"Okay." Mu Zhou stood up, as if he just felt cold, pulled the zipper of his clothes to the top, and the collar covered half of his face, "You have to take me in tonight."

Lu Qi raised his eyebrows. He was already mentally prepared to be rejected. After all, Mu Zhou never went home with him.Generally speaking, in a situation like this, Mu Zhou's best response to him is nothing more than asking him to help book a hotel.

Of course he was happy, but he was a little worried about Mu Zhou's mental state.

Lu Qi patted his head through the thick hat of the down jacket: "Let's go, go home and have a look."

The weather was too cold, and many places on the way down the mountain were covered with thin ice. Lu Qi didn't drive fast, but he drove steadily.

The car was well heated, and Mu Zhou's down jacket was taken off, and he only wore a black slim-fitting long thin sweater, which made his complexion pale.

"Do you want to eat at a restaurant outside, or at home?" Lu Qi asked seeing that he was in a depressed mood again.

"Huh?" Mu Zhou was stunned for a moment, and as if he had just recovered, he stretched out his hand and stroked his forehead vigorously, "Go home."

"Okay," the smile in Lu Qi's eyes flashed, "Auntie should have replenished the ingredients at home today, I think...you can make beef tenderloin, cashew nuts and shrimp..."

Mu Zhou got up too early in the morning, and it was warm around him at the moment, and Lu Qi didn't need him to respond. He talked about trivial things, and his voice calmly caressed his aching nerves, like a gurgling stream. Flow to dreamland.

This sleep was very deep, until the car parked in the garage, the consciousness slowly returned, and after waking up, the whole body felt a little numb and comfortable.

"Wake up and take a nap first, don't go out to catch a cold." Lu Qi leaned over, took out a hand warmer from the coat pocket on the back seat, turned on the switch and handed it to him.

"Yeah." When Mu Zhou just woke up, he was very obedient, and he didn't expect to hide when Lu Qi held his finger.

Lu Qi didn't live in the house here all the time, and it was probably during this time that he was filming here that Lu Qi lived here.But although the time is short, the details everywhere make people feel the owner's intentions.

The pure white carpet under the table was thick and soft, and the sofa was also very comfortable. The DVDs were coded and neatly placed in the low cabinet next to the sofa.A layer of black soil is supported on a retro wooden tray on the low cabinet. Because the room is very warm, green grass has sprouted.There is also a disc sticking out above the tray, and there are two cups on it.

Mu Zhou took a look, and found that the constellations were simply outlined on the two cups, and the names were marked with crooked cartoon characters.

Lu Qi.Mu Zhou.

For some reason, Mu Zhou, who has even filmed sex scenes, burned his face when he saw his name.

Tsk tsk tsk, Mu Zhou jumped off the sofa, and the heavy feeling that was on his heart after filming was inexplicably lighter.

Mu Zhou knew that Lu Qi could cook, but he didn't know what level he could do. He thought it would be good if he could make his stomach full, but he was still shocked when he saw the dishes being served out one by one.

Stir-fried celery with cashew nuts and shrimps, beef tenderloin with Hangzhou pepper, stuffed loofah, quick-roasted sea bass...

Mu Zhou couldn't sit still anymore, and the veteran cadre came into the kitchen with a water glass as if inspecting.

Lu Qi was using a small brush to grease the mold, and then poured the batter into the small round pits, the color was pleasing.

"Can you still make octopus balls?" Mu Zhou was a little surprised, "Will it be too troublesome?"

"No trouble, you like to eat it, and there are ingredients at home, so it's quick to make." Lu Qi added chopped shrimp and diced cabbage on top, and used the batter to fill the balls into a round shape.

Mu Zhou didn't remember revealing that he liked to eat octopus balls, but he didn't think about it. He has participated in so many shows that he couldn't remember them all clearly.

Seeing that the small balls had turned into a golden color, Lu Qi poked them with a bamboo skewer and felt that the heat was just right, so he put them on a plate one by one, sprinkled with salad dressing, fish flakes and seaweed powder, and it was ready.

There were no flowers carved from carrots or melon rinds, so Lu Qi put a small piece of boiled broccoli on top.

"Are you ready? I'm so hungry, I can't help it." Mu Zhou held the plate and sniffed.

"There are still 2 minutes, it will be ready soon." Lu Qi turned around with a smile, "Go and serve a meal, the rice spoon is in the bamboo basket over there."

"okay."

Lu Qi also brought the last sukiyaki pot to the table, which was still heated with alcohol.

"I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking. The treatment for the first time must be too good." Mu Zhou is not polite at all now, and he couldn't help but taste every dish as soon as he picked up the chopsticks.

"It's not just the first time." Lu Qi sat down beside him. "Every meal in the future will only be better. Today's time is a bit late, so I'm in a hurry."

Mu Zhou choked, his face turned red again, and he couldn't help cursing himself again in his heart.

"I'm serious, you don't believe it every time." Lu Qi removed the belly of the fish with his chopsticks, skillfully picked out the spines, and put them into his bowl.

"What about this? Will you pick fishbone for me every time I eat fish?" Mu Zhou raised his eyebrows and decided to win back.

"Not necessarily. I don't know if you are used to it or not." Lu Qi lowered his head and picked beef tenderloin for himself. "If you don't like it, I won't do it. I just want to tell you that if you want me to It can be done."

"Okay." Mu Zhou nodded, hooked his fingers at him, "Come here, I'll tell you if I want to."

Lu Qi didn't know why and put his ear close to him.

Mu Zhou kissed him on the right side of the cheek, then pushed the head away, and ate as if nothing had happened.

The kiss on the cheek was very casual and oily.

Lu Qi smiled: "Okay, I see."

As a result, the smile couldn't stop, and after 2 minutes, his eyes were still crooked.

"What are you laughing at?" Mu Zhou felt embarrassed again, so he glared at him.

"It's nothing." Lu Qi took a look at him, who looked a little out of breath, and worked harder.

"Are you still laughing?" Mu Zhou's eyes widened.

"Okay, it's okay, it's okay, don't laugh." Lu Qi really got serious, and went to the kitchen to serve him a bowl of soup.

"Where do I sleep tonight?" Mu Zhou leaned against the kitchen door and asked.

"The guest bedroom has already been tidied up." Lu Qi said, "I've been tired all day today, so I can take a bath first, everything is complete."

"Okay, what about bath towels and bathrobes?"

"There are all of them. It should be easy to find in the closet." Lu Qi handled the leftovers very skillfully.

"Okay." Mu Zhou turned around.

He went to see the guest bedroom where he was going to sleep tonight. The room was simple and elegant, the air was fresh and the temperature was right, and everything was as if someone had lived in it for a long time.

The refrigerator is full, the sodas are orange and peach flavors, the yogurt is his favorite brand, and the fruits are also very fresh.The potted plants on the windowsill are lush.He even found a set of scripts on the bookshelf, all of which were movies he acted in.

Mu Zhou walked around silently, and finally stood still in front of the bookshelf. The poster of "Deer" was shrunk down and made into the cover of the script, and placed in the most prominent position. There are traces of the wind.

It was that breaking hug.

Mu Zhou stood for a while, and the gloom that had disappeared during the meal time clung to him stickily and disgustingly, like a vine that couldn't stop pulling.

He took a deep breath, took his clothes and went to the bathroom.

The bathroom was full of steam, and Mu Zhou was sitting in the bathtub. He didn't like bubble baths, he only liked warm water.

Without the obstruction of the bubbles, he could see his body from the ankles upwards, his skin was smooth and fair, and the light shone on the slightly undulating water, which was beautiful and dizzying.

He raised his left hand, the Haibo bracelet he usually wears has been taken off, a long scar finally saw the light of day, even though it has been six years, it is still hideous and ugly, it seems that the flesh and blood at that time Vague misery.

There were more scars on that arm, but it was shallower and more ancient. As time went by, the skin had slowly recovered.

Mu Zhou looked at his arm without blinking, and traced its scar in his mind. Finally, his mood stopped fluctuating, and he fell into a deeper darkness.

"Mu Zhou, haven't you washed yet? It's been over an hour..." There was a knock on the door, and Lu Qi was outside.

He didn't answer, stood up dripping wet, wrapped himself in a bathrobe without wiping, and opened the door.

Lu Qi's hand was still in the posture of knocking on the door. He didn't expect that he would open the door suddenly, and immediately took a step back in a gentlemanly manner.

Mu Zhou's whole body was wet, and the bathrobe clung to his body, outlining his beautiful waistline.

Before Lu Qi could react, he was dragged into the bathroom by Mu Zhou. Mu Zhou pushed him against the misty wall, raised his head and kissed him.

There was a roar in his head, and the blood in his limbs was numb. Lu Qi unconsciously hugged him tightly, lips and tongue intertwined.

Lu Qi's fingers caressed his neck, but he woke up instantly from the cold.

He had just got up from the hot water, and the temperature in the bathroom was also very high, but the temperature on Mu Zhou's body suddenly dropped, as if he had fallen into some kind of fear.

Lu Qi responded to him tenderly, and gently stroked the scar on Mu Zhou's wrist with his fingers. Mu Zhou trembled and held him tighter. There was only one voice in his heart: save me, save me, save me...

help me.