Let it go, rainbow fart

Ning Han, the swordsman in white, is so handsome, it's a pity that the photos of the crew can't be leaked, otherwise Qiao Shuran really wants to take a picture of this scene and put it on the Internet for thousands of people to watch.At that time, the lemons must fart like thousands of rainbows, singing enthusiastically about this dazzling beauty.

He felt a little regretful and was about to leave the set.After walking two steps, he saw a pot of Podocarpus pine placed in the scene, and the witty classmate Qiao had a flash of inspiration: It is not allowed to show it clearly, but it is okay to use metaphors.

The snow foam falling on the Podocarpus pine has not completely melted, and the green branches are white with snow, and the greenness is filled with ice color, which has an inexplicable meaning.

It's so beautiful, Qiao Shuran casually took a picture of it and used it as a material.

Before twelve o'clock in the evening, he updated today's rainbow fart——

[Ning Han's Little Rainbow]:

"There were snow flakes, and that knight with red lips, jade skin and brows with picturesque eyes jumped out of the ink and wash of the ancient scroll.

He is plump and handsome, with a touch of white on his fingertips, and vast stars flowing in his eyes. His body dances like a frightened dancer, and his fingers are made of refined steel, dancing in front of the corridor in front of the court. "

The accompanying picture is the pot of Podocarpus pine covered with snow, which is vigorous and green, and this hardness is softened by the flakes of snow falling on the branches, which makes people feel that it is okay to touch it with fingertips.

At the same time, Ning Han's Weibo trumpet "Special attention" came to remind him.

He danced the knife all day today, and he was physically and mentally exhausted. He wanted to relieve his fatigue by smelling rainbow farts, as a comfort before going to bed, but "Ning Han's Little Rainbow" has not been updated for a long time.

Today's chicken soup was not boiled out of the pot, and I was a little disappointed when I steamed it.

Unexpectedly, the conscientious rainbow blogger insisted on daily updates.It's still a familiar formula, a familiar taste, and the blogger's big rainbow fart made Ning Han feel elated, and his soul was cleansed.

After all, mortals in the world, who doesn't like to hear words that praise themselves?What's more, the words are so beautiful and refined, these sentences make Ning Han feel that no matter how tired or hard he is, it is worth it.

It is a very happy thing that the vanity that is ashamed to be satisfied is satisfied in the most gentle way.

Clicking on the accompanying picture, Ning Han was slightly stunned. The potted plants in this picture... looked familiar.Where do you seem to have seen it?

When he thought about it carefully, his head thumped as if struck by lightning: Isn't this a potted plant from the crew? !Saw it on set today!It's right at his feet!

There is also the white snow attached to the branches and leaves of the potted plants. How can there be snow in this season? It is clearly the white foam sprayed out by the snow machine of the crew!

After reading the accompanying text and pondering it over, this text completely matched his play today!

So, this blogger is from their crew? !Is it one of those workers? !

Ning Han's heart trembled suddenly, and the hurricane whipped up huge waves, setting off an overwhelming tsunami, messy and tumbling, unable to calm down for a long time.

Yeah, how could he calm down...

This blogger has been a fan of him for five years, no matter how long he debuted, this blogger has been a fan of him for as long as he has been, always the same.

Recalling the past, when Ning Han was most helpless, he relied on this Weibo to gain comfort.

Ning Han was born in a wealthy family, until he was 13 years old, he was a young master who was loved by thousands of people.But at the age of 13, everything changed.The family tannery closed down and owed a lot of money.

At this point, the life of the local tyrant came to an abrupt end, and the elegy of Erquan Yingyue was completely played.

The irresponsible father fled with the money from his mistress, leaving the poor mother and son to be chased for debts every day.So Ning Han left the society after graduating from high school, relying on part-time jobs to pay off his debts to support his family, he has done everything except selling his kidneys and body, with a record of five jobs at the same time.

Serve dishes in restaurants during the day, and help elementary school students play games to level up during lunch break.At night, I went to set up a stall on the overpass, and in the middle of the night, I transformed into a trustee of a hook-up software, chatting with wretched old men with dozens of female accounts.

On weekends, he will go to the film and television base as an extra performer, and the crew can also provide packed lunches.If you are lucky, you can act as a corpse for a day, and you can easily get an hourly salary by lying on the ground and sleeping for a few hours.

In life, no matter how hard it is, it can't be easily wiped out, right?

Working diligently day and night, Ning Han finally saved some savings and opened a small shop for his mother.Sell ​​braised chicken.

Ning Han's mother made yellow braised chicken, the meat is soft and the juice is thick, and it is a must with white rice.The business is booming, Ning Han works part-time, and his mother looks after the store. Their lives have finally improved.

In fact, he is not without dreams.

Ning Han had a dream of being an actor, that's why he came to the film and television base as a secondary role.It's not because of packed lunches, or because of the hourly salary of [-], but because he wants to experience what it's like to be in front of the camera.

God still didn't drive him to a dead end.

Fate took away his rich material conditions, but he couldn't take away his naturally handsome face. His eyes are as bright as stars, fair and handsome, and Ning Han's face is recognizable wherever he puts it.

At the age of 22, Ning Han was discovered by a scout when he was doing some extra work in a certain film crew.

When the scout saw his face, he was convinced that this young man could enter the entertainment industry, and casually threw him a few pages of the script, "Act according to the above."

Ning Han has never studied professional acting, but relying on his understanding of the script, he can act decently.In addition to his photogenic looks and pleasant voice, the scout made a final decision and said to him, "He's an actor."

That was the first time Ning Han felt that there is no way out after mountains and rivers are full of doubts.

Actors, don't actors make a lot of money?By earning money, he can pay off his debts and live a better life with his mother.The most important thing is that as an actor, you can perform under the camera to your heart's content.

In fact, he was still too naive.

The entertainment industry is deep, and this road is far more difficult than imagined.Ning Han became a monk halfway, had no backer or backer, and refused to sell his appearance to the benefactor, so he could only rely on himself.

At the worst time, there was not even a manager who was willing to take him.

The contract of sale was signed, but the resources given to him by the company were leftover scraps, and Ning Han could only pick up the omissions. Most of the resumes he voluntarily submitted to the crew were returned.

In the first two years of his debut, it was common for him to be out of action. He occasionally cut ribbons for farms and chain hair salons, and was sometimes sent to emcee for weddings. , The unemployed vagrant who spends all day playing games at home is almost the same.

At that time, he always liked to close the curtains at home to seal himself off.

Thick curtains cut out all sunlight from the outside, and the room was pitch black.Ning Han was lying on the bed, not wanting to do anything, feeling hesitant like poisonous insects and ants eating away at him.

He was empty, like he was experiencing a huge nightmare.He could only stay at home and wait, day after day, for the announcement that would come at some point.

God opened a door for him, but did not pave the way for him. He was thrown into a node where he could not go up or down, and watched him fend for himself.

Maybe he shouldn't have such unrealistic dreams.

Bored, the man turned on his mobile phone and searched his name on Weibo, but the results were few and far between.

Smiling helplessly, he felt stupid and pathetic.That's right, no one would search for the name "Ning Han".It was the same before, and it is the same now.

However, a Weibo post from "Ning Han's Little Rainbow" made him stop browsing.

The room was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, only the white light of the mobile phone reflected on the man's face, and the text that was neither too long nor too short was reflected in his pupils——

[Ning Han's Little Rainbow]:

"The road is long and difficult, passing through the thousands of dust in the world, clearing away the thick fog on the road ahead, the difficult time will not be too long.

I would like to accumulate all the light in the world, pave a colorful and beautiful rainbow road for you, and send you to see the brilliant thousand suns and bright stars.

Ning Han walked the flowery road, rushed to the duck! ! ! "

After reading this passage word by word, Ning Han's first reaction was: I actually have fans? !

Ning Han's second reaction was: How can I be worthy of such beautiful words.

He read and recited a few sentences, complex and solemn emotions surged in his heart, and unconsciously, his eyes were finally blurred by the welling up tears.

These words stabbed him hard in the heart, after all he couldn't take it anymore, the man covered his face and cried bitterly as if a valve had been opened.

During this period of time, all the depressed emotions were vented, how helpless, how wronged, all covered by a nasty rainbow fart.

Ning Han was tired from crying, buried in the quilt and fell asleep, having a long, long dream.

In the dream, he lost his way in a forest overgrown with thorns. There was silence and mist everywhere, and he couldn't see the way clearly, so he walked hesitantly.

He seemed to have walked for a long time, but after going around, he found that he still stayed in the same place.

Can't find the direction, can't find the exit, can't see the light, and can't remember the time.Fear and confusion are like the poisonous gas in this forest, which makes him almost suffocate to death.

When he was dying, a colorful light suddenly appeared in front of him. The long strip of silky light stretched and rotated, weaving into a dazzling and beautiful rainbow.

Ning Han was attracted by that rainbow, and walked towards the direction of the light, as if hope was within reach.The moment he stepped into the light, he woke up from his sleep.

"what--!"

The man opened his eyes suddenly, stood up weakly, and sat on the bed for a long time while clutching his aching forehead.

After regaining consciousness, Ning Han turned on his phone, found the Weibo that he had read just now, and saved the screenshot.

He thought that one day in the future, he would become someone truly worthy of this text.To ride a rainbow built for him to see the brilliant thousand suns and bright stars.

In the past five years, he has thought more than a hundred times about the kind of person behind those words.

A nine-to-five office worker?A hard-working student?Or an aunt with a perm and wavy hair?It may even be a big man with a beard and a leg shaking like he is stepping on a sewing machine.

Idols are not allowed to contact fans privately, so Ning Han never bothered the blogger.But he always wondered, would he really have a chance to meet this blogger in the future?

It's not because I'm curious that I want to meet the other party, but I really want to say thank you to the other party in person.Regardless of whether the person is male or female, old or young, he wants to sincerely, face-to-face, and solemnly say thank you.

Say thank you, really thank you.

I don't know how to express what you mean to me, so I can only turn everything I want to say into a "thank you".

Thank you for being my fan for five years, thank you for writing so many beautiful and healing words; thank you for giving me the chance to see the light when I was most confused; But when I left, I built a rainbow for me.

No, you didn't build me a rainbow, you are my rainbow.

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