The streets of Gulang County at night are empty at just over nine o'clock, and it will take a while for a car to pass by, and then disappear in a blink of an eye, leaving a lonely starry sky again. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Duane stood on the side of the street, staring blankly ahead, with a yellow wall behind him and a white street lamp overhead. The light poured down from above, with Duane as the center of the circle, and the edges became more and more dim, and the very edge was entangled with the lights of other street lamps.

This is a sidewalk, and at the moment there is no second person on this sidewalk, except for Duane, who is standing alone, and only a pedestrian can be faintly seen more than a hundred meters away from the sidewalk across the street.

"This place is really deserted,"

Duane muttered like this, his eyes refocused.

After muttering to himself, he lowered his head, took the soft bag he was holding in his hand to his eyes and opened it, picked it with his fingers for a long time, and finally squeezed the bottom of the cigarette shell with his fingers before finally succeeding in taking out a cigarette.

He put the butt of the cigarette in his mouth very unskillfully, took it in his mouth, groped twice with his left hand in his trouser pocket, took out a disposable lighter, approached the cigarette roll, lit it, and took a sharp breath, and saw that the fire at the end of the cigarette was so bright that it was burning.

Duane quickly stretched out his right hand and took the cigarette from his mouth, the fire at the end of the cigarette burned for a second and then immediately extinguished, and he himself coughed violently.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......"

Duane coughed painfully with his eyes closed, guessing that his face was probably distorted and unsightly.

The more he coughed, the more violent it became, and Duane coughed so much that he bent down against the wall behind him, and his tears almost coughed down before he finally calmed down.

"Whew!"

Duane let out a sigh of relief, straightened up, took the cigarette in his hand to his front and looked at it, put it in his mouth, and took another puff.

My throat was a little spicy, and my head was a little dizzy for a moment, but it was much better than just now, at least I didn't cough anymore.

Duane took the cigarette off and slowly exhaled the smoke.

The temperature difference between day and night in Gansu is a bit large, and in the afternoon the sun is even a little bit of a sign of sweating, and the night is already swishing cold, and the wind is still strong, and the cold evening breeze is blowing in your face, as if someone is blowing your face with a comb.

But Duane liked the feeling, and it cleared his head.

Duane remembers the last time he smoked as if he had just graduated and couldn't find a job - he used cigarettes to numb himself because of his depression, and now he suddenly smokes again, also because of depression.

The difference is that in the past, he smoked the soft red river of three yuan and five, and now he smokes the soft China of sixty-five.

"Grandson!"

Duane suddenly cursed under his breath, then took a puff with a frown.

He scolded Xie Jin.

It is said that Duane is now popular, rich, emotionally happy, and has a harmonious family, so there is nothing to worry about, let alone be depressed, but this is not the case.

He also has troubles, but he is not usually aware of them - or he is deliberately avoiding the problem - that is, what if he is exhausted?

Looking at Duane's current industry, Industrial Light & Magic is completely a money-losing product, it all depends on him throwing money into it, and the profit is far away, Xuanji Technology is also in the investment stage, and is still producing "The Lion King", even if the production is successful, whether it can make a profit is also two words, it can be said that none of his two industries are reliable, and what can really make money is still relying on the movies he made.

It can be said that Duane's current good life is based on his movie-making god, if he is exhausted, he is not a god in making movies, and he is shooting a fight, then the beautiful skyscraper he has now can be predictably collapsed.

He didn't even dare to think about the scene of that day, and it was at this moment that he finally understood why many rich people choose to commit suicide instead of making a comeback after going bankrupt.

This kind of gap is indeed not something that ordinary people can resist.

"Hoo ......"

Duane exhaled a long line of smoke, threw the cigarette roll that had almost burned to the butt of the cigarette on the ground, stretched out his foot, stepped on his toes and spun it twice, and then took one out of the cigarette case and lit it, inhaled sharply and exhaled a long smoke.

Something has to be done.

He knew that when he thought about it, he was right in the heart of Xie Jin, and he seriously suspected that the grandson had deliberately proposed such a thing to scare him, and then let himself do something. But this is a conspiracy, not a conspiracy, even if he sees through it, he has to be tricked, because he is really afraid that one day, it will make him too insecure, and he has to do something to establish this sense of security.

But what to do?......

"Good evening. ”

A woman's voice suddenly sounded, waking Duane from his deep thought.

He looked up, and then realized that he didn't know when there was another person next to him.

It should be a coincidence.

For the needs of the show, Du An, who came to Gansu to shoot this time, also brought a few students he accepted in the "Chinese Good Actor" program with him, and found a few photographers to follow and shoot some of the content of their group, which can be used as material for later.

"Just came back?"

Du An's voice asked, his habitual gaze swept over, and floated over the plastic bag that Ying Qiao was holding - from the mouth of the plastic bag, he could clearly see the name of Kang Shuaifu's product inside.

Ying Qiao raised the plastic bag in his hand, "Well, go buy something to eat." ”

"Haven't you eaten enough?"

Duane greeted casually, "Why do you have to run out, aren't there usually in the room?"

Ying Qiao said: "No, there is one on the first floor, but it is too expensive, so I ran out and bought it." ”

Duane let out an "oh", and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to look at Ying Qiao.

Because of the need to shoot with the group of materials, Ying happened to put on makeup today, and now she has not unloaded, the street lamp came down from the top of her head, illuminating her with clear silhouettes, bright and moving, three or four points better than usual, but she was wearing a little stumbling: dark green coat, jeans that were a little white after washing, all of which were her own private clothes.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Du An's thoughts couldn't help but drift away again: Xie Jin would finally agree to come to "Chinese Good Actor", in addition to the remuneration of 20 million, there is also a condition that Du Jian can pull Ying Qiao into this project and make Ying Qiao a champion, Du An agreed to this condition - he doesn't care who is the champion anyway, all he wants is the publicity effect, and he can save some money by looking for Ying Qiao.

After that, he successfully convinced the stupid girl in front of him that this was a fair and just show with a three-inch incorruptible tongue, so he was willing to sign up, and therefore Xie Jin would enter this show, but she didn't know all this, she still studied hard to fight for the championship, but she didn't know that the ending was already doomed.

He was fuguing on this side, but he was opening his mouth on the other side.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity. ”

He looked at it, smiled, dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, stepped on it with his foot, and said: "In addition to needing your status as a vegetable vendor at the beginning, it is actually all your own efforts to get to where you are today, and those teammates of yours are so strong, maybe I will knock you out in the next round, so you don't need to thank me, so as not to embarrass me at the time." ”

Ying Qiao shook his head, "It's good to be able to get here, I believe that if I go out again this time, I should be able to find a small role to play somewhere, which is much stronger than in the past." ”

The bitterness in these words made Duane sigh lightly: "Alas......"

In addition to Duane's strange talent, people outside the circle want to engage in this industry, and there are only a few channels to enter: either graduated from several major film and television schools, or there are people, the threshold of these two is too high, ordinary people can only look at it, but there are also low thresholds, that is, starting from joining the actors' union to run a group performance - but this is the most unreliable way, there are only a few who have run out of group performances over the years, and they can be counted in the palm of one hand.

This is the status quo of the entertainment industry, it is difficult for people from outside to come in, so the flow of people in the annual entrance examination of Chinese opera Nortel is so terrifying.

The channel is not smooth......

Duane thought of this, and suddenly shook his head-he was interrupted by Ying Qiao, and he didn't know where his train of thought had gone astray.

Perhaps sensing the relative wordless embarrassment between the two, or perhaps because he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, Ying Qiao raised the plastic bag in his hand again and said, "That'...... Director Du, I'll go back first?"

Duane nodded, "Well, you go back first, and I'll blow the wind for a while." ”

Ying Qiao nodded again and left.

Duane watched her disappear at the door of the hotel, took out another cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, took two puffs, and then took the cigarette between the two fingers of his right hand and sent it to his mouth, but stopped when the butt of the cigarette was about to touch his lips.

Leaning against the yellow wall behind him, he was half-bent over, his eyes staring at the deserted street in front of him, his eyes unfocused, his left hand in his pocket and his right hand holding a cigarette, he remained motionless, like a wooden sculpture.

Channel...... (To be continued.) )