"Let's talk about it, what kind of gift will the director give us? In the new year, the filming progress of our film is almost four months old, and it should be time to celebrate. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"I think..."

"Hey, don't talk about such boring topics, let's talk about what kind of gift we should give to the director."

"Anyway, I think the director will give it to us, will give it to us, well, at least it's no longer a keyboard for codewords, right?"

"Hey, although we are all actors who tell stories between words, but at least give something more substantial, right? Don't put the special in the middle of the official script rehearsal time like last time! ”

"That's what I said, okay, the director is here, the director is here."

The moment I approached the café, I could already feel a row of eyes staring at me with burning gazes, and I entered the pot from the cold water area outside the store.

Hitomi Miniature, Lolita, Lu'er, Well, wait a minute, they seem to be a little unhappy with the order of my names.

Well, here we go again.

Lu'er, Hitomi, Lolita, and the rest of the cast sat across from me, the spotlights cast above her half-obscuring her so that I could see a little helplessness in her anger.

Was this intentional on the part of the gaffer?

"Don't make any noise, let me say it first!"

His hands were pressed on the table, and there was a thick lazy air in his voice.

Mengdian's usual dress is really cute.,Actually, it's a girl who has just entered high school.,It's a classmate of the same high school as Lolita.,It's said that she's still an all-round girl who loves everyone.。 I focused my eyes on her curled princess hair, but met the big and small eyes.

I forgot to mention that there is also a pair of black-rimmed glasses in front of the eyes.

"Director, act!"

Well, the style of the sound has taken a hundred and eighty-degree turn.

I timidly crossed my hands on my knees, my eyebrows furrowed, and I thought back to "those" things I had done to Yumedian.

"Why do you have to go back on what you said! At the beginning, it was said that the dream body was expressed in a life-size way, but why was it handed over to the special effects class in the end! ”

"Special effects class?"

"If I'm not mistaken, only Shi Ling's scene didn't use the effect of scenery for me! And what's the matter with the white cross tattoo on my back that I suddenly added at the back! ”

"Well, speaking of which, I'm also very entangled. Think about it, as the owner of a book, it would be very inappropriate for Yumedian to make it life-size, right? Oh, besides, girls should be petite beings, and the size of the book is just right for you~"

"I'm not small!"

"And... In the script, your identity represents the meaning of the whole book, a tattoo or something, not so much something that is added out of the blue, but something to have. ”

Lu'er on the side was a little restrained, this was her mantra, and the bookstore passage that had already been explained shortly after the script started filming. Speaking of which, Luer is the youngest actor in our crew, and she is still in junior high school, so she is a little performer compared to her neighbors. Children's mouths are always full of interesting stories and metaphors, as the so-called children are angels living in reality. I heard some of my ideas from Luer.

You have to find a chance to thank her.

"Serious protest~ It's not a good man if it's like this, well, every time I have to play some scenes that cause "criticism" at the screening, I don't know if the director is a little ashamed? Could it be that the director is also a dead otaku who likes to watch "this kind" of things? "I listened to the shrill protests, thought about it, forget it, it's commonplace.

"And you, Black Cross, you must be laughing at me behind my back, right? Isn't it, isn't it? ”

Black Cross holds his hands, tilts his head, and thinks about the problem in a way that has the immediacy of a long shot.

People, after thinking, always, are delusions?

"Hot chocolate is hot."

Dressed in a black gothic dress, with Miku's anime pendant around her neck, even outside the play, it is no exception, a mysterious black cross is sitting diagonally opposite me, a freshman girl, likes to play games and swim, and anime, an honest current house.

"Answer my question!"

Looking back at the dream of sitting back in his seat, wearing a black and white sweater and a yellow-gray scarf, I took a sip of the black coffee in hand, and the smell spread all the way down my throat.

"The lens belongs to the lens, and the effect we want to present cannot show what the story is trying to tell without a certain impact and deep meaning. I admit that there is something in the shot that is very visually stimulating, but the original intention and purpose are worthy of everyone's respect and execution. The screening has already been negotiated, and I have already removed some sensitive scenes from the script, haha. ”

"But there are some, especially."

Lolita looked at the table with some embarrassment, and I was fascinated by the look of her face tilted thirty degrees in the light.

I didn't see it.

Yes, the following is Lolita's brain theater. 【Fog! 】

[The thick Nobuko was put away and put away, passing between Yumeno's open legs, then wandering around her arms, and finally through her neck, sliding down her lower abdomen, Nobuko smelled her body, caressing the girl it called "good", but there was no trace of lewdness in her blood-red eyes.

It just admires the hue of "goodness", but in Lu'er's eyes, it has a strange connection. 】

Ahh This kind of thing is really unbearable! If it were me, how could that pose pose!

"Lolita, what's wrong?"

Blushing is a symptom and a precursor to something called "amorous".

She hurriedly waved her hand, covering up the embarrassment with a stiff smile. Girls, girls, creatures that make people reverie, but often simply unacceptable.

"Oh! Lolita is reading that script! ”

"Shut up!"

"Huh? Tsk, I didn't expect Lolita to like this kind of bridge. ”

"Is Mo Fei Lolita duplicitar?"

The script in his hand was hurriedly stuffed into his backpack.

Mengdian smiled evilly, and the hand covering her mouth swayed gently, I have to say that her brown hair is really good-looking. Compared with Luer's hair after makeup, it looks less deep, with some cheerful and light movement.

"Speaking of bridges, the database section is really hard."

I broke out in a cold sweat.

"Humph! To be honest, it's too much to ask a girl to shoot such a fierce fight scene to the director. ”

We all looked at the database sitting next to me. Hitomi leaned back in her seat and stared out the window at the intersection, where a red-skinned bus was slowly crawling through the middle of the street, in a daze.

Don't even help me!

As a second-tier actor who has joined us recently, the cooperation ability of the database is really amazing, and even the team leader of the special effects team applauded the part of the keyhole on his arm. When I first received this character's view, she also begged me to improve the integration of the special effects and actions caused by the key in the script more delicately, in order to make Shi Ling's reaction more realistic. I still want to keep it simple, the relationship between the receiver and the initiator of the action object is inextricably linked, and it needs to be paid more attention.

"Oh, it hurts. However, for the sake of the integrity of the story, this sacrifice is still possible. It's better to say that the word assertion of the flowing lamp is brilliantly performed. The click-through rate of that chapter is also rising, and the director was very happy at that time, right? Many of the actors in the Fantasy Zone article are a group of people with extremely unique characteristics, all with their own unique personalities. ”

"In terms of personality, it should be the director, your personality is more kind, and when Luer was filming the crying scene, you handed her the tissue behind the back of the gaffer. Loraine was worried. ”

"Loraine, it's a pity that his company has something to do today, so he couldn't come to the party."

"Lolita's "dad" is so busy. ”

"It's just in the story, but as a real father, it feels a little awkward."

"Say."

I whispered.

"Shall we talk about this year?"

Yumedian bore the brunt of the attack, shaking the hem of his scarf.

"It's only been a few hours this year, and the time difference here in the UK is a few hours behind in China, so strictly speaking, there's nothing to talk about."

Lolita suddenly remembered something, and her eyes widened slightly.

"Na, did the fireworks last night look good?"

"There are too many people to squeeze in. The bridge was full of people, and cameras were everywhere, but it was more like an arm's wood. ”

With a look of grievance, Lu'er pointed to the shrinking eyes, but her eyes were staring away.

"He led the way."

This sentence was a little slurred, which made Mengdian on the side excited.

"What? You guys went together last night? It must be very romantic! ”

"Fortunately, I uploaded the photos of the fireworks to Weibo when I went back. There is a photo of Lu'er, who is reluctantly covering her face at the time, and the action is simply cute. ”

"It's just a celebration. After all, it's New Year. ”

In the midst of laughter, everyone looked at Lu'er's flushed face and was speechless. I looked at the black coffee in my cup, and I was almost at the bottom, so I got up.

"Director, don't go!"

Yumeden was once again the head of the crowd, ordering me, who wanted to escape from the party, to sit back in my chair.

"To be honest, the director is the best actor, right?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked, and they all put down the cups in their hands and stared at me with serious faces. Even Hitomi, who was sitting by the window, turned her head, and although her glasses were half-open, she didn't look like she wanted to sleep at all.

I didn't do anything.

Wow, the atmosphere is tense all of a sudden!

"Director, we are only acting in your head, but you yourself are the man who interprets the whole script. You have to admit that. ”

She finished with a smile, her fingers drawing a circle on the tabletop.

A circle? She'd never done anything like it.

"The stories we play, even if they are about free will and dreams, can't escape the script you've already laid out on paper. In any case, the story is only history in relation to what will happen in the future, the sum of the past. Our every move has been carved by your hands and presented to the world, which is the real reason why you are holding an offline party today, right? ”

I had to nod, because if I didn't, I guess Yumedian would spill out all my black history as a director.

"This is a paradox, director, oh, should I call you the male number one?"

The saliva that was pressed against the tip of the tongue was pushed under the throat.

"It's a little strange to tell the reality of freedom with a story of bondage, have you ever considered it? Director-sama. ”

The legs finally couldn't bear the loneliness and returned to their seats.

"But according to this inference, if you are the male lead, who is the real director? Is it the God you often talk about? ”

Except for Yumeno, the others suddenly turned into liquids, drenching the floor and dissolving the café seats. The sound was like that of a living creature in a sulphuric acid chamber, making a shuddering sizzling sound.

There was simply no warning, was it a dream? Or is it reality?

A dream is still a dream.

I'm still who I am.

But a story is no longer a story.

It is real, changing in the present!

"Mengdian, to be honest, I don't quite understand what you're trying to say."

It's so nervous! Obviously there is such a strange change around me, people are dissolved, and you are still sitting across from me and talking about this kind of topic that is not light or serious? You can't calm down to this extent, I'm going to be scared to death.

"Oh, has your language deteriorated? Hahaha, male number one, you are really cute sometimes, and I really like this trait of yours sometimes. So, I'll repeat it again, right? ”

Her mouth was shut. Calm eyes, penetrating pupils, pretending to be panicked me.

I started to feel scared and hesitated.

Her mouth is ready to open up, and her pink lips are not cute at all!

I raised my hands and put them on her shoulders, but the shoulders were like cakes, sticking to my fingers, and I subconsciously withdrew my hands, but what I brought was sticky cream. Cream, flesh-colored, dreamy, high school girl, bare shoulders on a gothic dress, has become a blurred paint.

"Your, director, who is yours?"

His lips began to dissolve, becoming creamy, and his words were no longer clear, as if a radio with a receiver was struggling.

Am I crazy? Am I crazy?

"Director. Who is it? ”

The girl has become a piece of cake hanging on her seat, her hair flowing into my favorite chocolate, her eyes rolling down into my favorite Mirisu [a foreign candy], her knuckles twisting into beautiful candles, and the curved flaming flame that illuminates the dim, unfrequented café around her.

Where have you seen this kind of bridge?

But that's not the problem!

I'm crazy!

The door of the café was kicked open, and I ran as hard as I could, until I ran a few dozen meters later, and I realized that I was still holding the ceramic cup of black coffee in my hand, and the blue and white starbucks logo on the surface laughed at my ignorance as it evaporated into the air.

Behind the café, no, a huge coffin, everything in the world was flowing out of its slightly open coffin. Trees, clouds, sun, light, shadows, everything rushing out of the coffin, hey! Isn't that a lighthouse? It's rolling over! Oh my God, it ruthlessly crushed the café, and the debris enveloped the world and surrounded me.

The number of suns is increasing, and the surrounding streets are filled with people running, torches in hand, lighting houses, and then crawling on the ground, gradually growing bulky shells and turning into snails. [Junji Ito, horror hunting manga artist]

director

Who is it!

Screams poured out of my throat, my fingers clutched at the ground, clutching the softening asphalt, smelling the familiar smell of my usual life, my ears began to chirp as my taste screamed, my brain began to electrolyze, and my limbs twitched consciously.

A description, or an experience?

Dream Classic! You're really a schemer!

Damn logical deductions!

Their conspiracy, these bunnies, plotted against me!

It's a great proposition about life, and I can only spin and spin all the time, and I can only spin and spin all the time!

The sad snail shell, containing the dreams of little people, crawled in the flood.

Yes, I compiled them, the history of these actors, without knowing my own history, and the value of being historicized!

I'm not crazy, am I?

A snail man stretched out his compound eyes and greeted me. His body was as smooth as jade, and in his shell, countless slimes swirled out, drawing straight lines on the asphalt road.

Zebra crossing to paradise.

A traffic light to hell.

I'm not crazy!

Because, I know, when I fell under the ground, I was already reflecting with regret: if I hadn't held this offline party, then the story of this novel should have continued.

Shoot it, right?