"I know. For now. ”

Bingyu shrugged her shoulders like a vigilant she-cat. Slowly, with force, she rubbed her arm repeatedly. The time was June, but she seemed to be alone in the night of the beginning of winter, shivering with cold.

"He's going to ruin my state. Director, if you are willing to let go of your self-esteem and admit that you have lost your eyes this time, then I am willing to close my eyes and accept Jiang Baiwu's stand-in. ”

"Jiang Baiwu can make you improve your state."

"No, you can't. But at least he won't destroy my state. ”

Doomsday smiled and took a deep breath.

"Then he is not qualified to use a stand-in - I doomsday flower, and I never write a script that needs a stand-in."

"Then you just wait for this kid who came out of nowhere to ruin the show. The state of every actor will be ruined by him, and he will not be soft. ”

After speaking, Bingyu turned around and left, without any nostalgia. When the girl who decided to dedicate her life to acting came across a wonderful script, she danced. Joy, madness.

But then she noticed an uninvited guest appearing, smelling of decay, like three witches. Pretending to be human, but inducing people to destruction.

She silently watched as the sturdy bedding quickly dissolved in the water like sugar, and the people who were full of color a moment ago walked towards the sea like gray walking corpses in the blink of an eye, gradually dying out.

Maybe he's also a helpless guy who doesn't want to hurt anyone. But she is most afraid of this kind of person. There is no way to even blame. Lu Qun - Yingyun, sitting at the dinner table at the moment, his daughter is coquettish with him, and his wife is only loving, staring at him gently.

"What kind of suit do you wear?" Wei Ai held her daughter in her arms, held a small spoon, and waited patiently for her to open her small mouth.

"Black, black-and-white speckled ......" Lu Qun broke out in a cold sweat.

Wei Ai's brown curls flowing with silky luster were casually coiled, and her bangs slightly covered her neatly trimmed willow eyebrows. She looked at her husband softly and said, "Why that?" Don't you feel like an old cow with skin diseases? ”

Again. Why? Lu Qun's heart trembled, his lips trembled, and he couldn't spit out a word.

Because, from the start of filming to the present, every actor has been saying lines that do not exist in the script.

Improvisation. There are so many improvisations that are frenzied.

When you go out to eat, the waiter will suddenly say, "I'll just say that clowns all over the world deserve to die." Oh, Mr. Sakuramo, you're here again. You say, should the clown be damned? ”

Lu Qun's body was as stiff as a terracotta warrior, and a thin garment was as heavy as steel armor. He responded silently with a dark face, and the waiter looked at him for a moment, smiled slightly, and ushered him into his seat.

An inexplicable sense of frustration irritated his brain stem and made him feel intensely humiliated.

Many times, he almost screamed in anger. Do all of you look at me unpleasantly, so you want to fix me?!

Then just say it, just say it to Doomsday Flower, wouldn't it be nice to let her take me down?!

However, after each actor improvised, no matter whether Lu Qun was silent or embarrassed, they still did not fluctuate, as if nothing had happened, and acted according to the script again.

Wei Ai looked at her husband silently, smiled lightly, and didn't ask any more questions. The daughter opened her mouth and ate the food into her mouth. She gently wiped her pouting little mouth.

“CUT！” Doomsday Flower shouted.

Lu Qun leaned back in his chair, his back wet. His eyes were hollow, and the saliva in his mouth gradually became astringent.

"Aunt Yuzu, will you feed me something else next time? This red bean porridge is not delicious, it is too sweet. The little girl muttered dissatisfiedly.

Sakura's wife, the only loving actor Yuzu, suddenly dissipated her aura, and her face returned to a cheerful color. She tasted the red bean porridge curiously, and immediately made a bitter face.

"Can't you...... Ahh My mom, it's made of sugar, isn't it? Flower! You can change this porridge! The child will probably lose all his teeth after two more bites! ”

The staff laughed for a while, everyone should move props, and chat. No one paid attention to Lu Qun. Yuzu picked up the giggling little girl and trotted her all the way to Doomsday Flower.

A strange and familiar feeling. Lu Qun thought silently.

It was as if he was the only one, lonely and helpless in a glass box. He and the actors appear to be acting on a script, but in fact they exist in two worlds with superficial similarities, with colorless walls in between.

They see everything about themselves thoroughly, but they can't touch the outside world. Everything is an illusion that no flaws can be found. It's all wolves in sheep's clothing, or whatever. It's not just sheep. Here, he is the only real sheep.

Lu Qun seems to have somewhat understood the state of mind of those other "actors".

Here are all real old drama bones.

In front of these real actors, they are rookies who are just jokes. Then, it's better to forget the original intention, numb the brain, and let yourself join the group of middle-aged people with demonic horns on their heads. Let them control, don't think about anything, and finally get the money and leave.

Breaks.

Doomsday Flower and Yuzu come to a place with a parasol on the side and sit down, two glasses of wine on a spotless, snow-white table. Doomsday Flower drinks Shirinan (white wine), and Yuzu drinks Shiraz (red wine).

"How?"

"You said the kid?" Yuzu glanced at Lu Qun, who was still sitting in a daze, pursed his lips and smiled, took a sip of wine, his posture was elegant and skillful, and he didn't make a sound.

"It's not clear yet. But it looks like a poor puppy shivering in the rain. ”

The parasol drooped its huge head listlessly, as if even it couldn't stand the heat of the sun.

Doomsday Flower cocked Erlang's legs and said, "Bingyu doesn't like him." ”

"Naturally, it's like that, no way. You have to understand this. That's what you did when you wanted to marry that man despite everyone's opposition. Seeing that the candy you have been waiting for for a long time is about to be eaten in your mouth, and now you suddenly grab it and throw it into the mud pond, no one can be happy. ”

Doomsday Flower seemed to recall what she looked like back then, shook her head and smiled, and took a sip of wine.

"But then again, the candy falls into the mud and is still sweet when you wash it. It just takes a bit of energy. ”

"But Bingyu doesn't understand this truth."

"Girls probably don't understand it at that age."

"You think he's kind of funny, too."

"Well, but I'm not sure. I just think that he is much more pleasing to the eye than Jiang Baiwu, who is full of desire. He's at least seriously distressed—though it seems like he's at a loss for now. ”

"You know I'm a big fan of quirky guys. Because the more eccentric it is, the closer it is to the 'world'. ”

"Of course. Either you live only for yourself as you are, or you don't know what you're living for. ”

"But this time, neither the funds nor the time are as abundant as before. A few more games, the last few ...... If it doesn't work, let's change people, which also shows that fate has come to this. ”

Yuzu took a deep look at her and drank the last bit of wine left in the glass. Turning his head and chin to look into the distance, he smiled and did not answer.

Soon, "Insect Eater" started filming again.

This time it was a scene where Sakura returned home after attending the awards ceremony. He wears a black and white spotted suit and a black tie set with fine black diamonds around his neck.

Wei Ai changed into pale pink pajamas, stepped on cotton slippers, and greeted the door to take the blazer that Sakura took off.

"Good work. What do you think? ”

"Oh, got the prize. It's really hot. ”

"I didn't ask about that."

"Huh?" Lu Qun smiled casually, but a sense of weakness and exhaustion surged in his heart.

Not again. Improvisation.

"Even if you write a 'fairy tale' story, the prize is yours, isn't it? I'm asking you how you're feeling right now. ”

Lu Qun clenched his palms tightly. He sat down at the table, silently picked up the newspaper and read it, as if he hadn't heard it—he was waiting for Yuzu to return to the script as naturally as before.

Send your daughter back into the house and gently close the door. Yuzu walked barefoot, silently walked to the table and picked up the remote control, turned off the TV, and sat opposite Lu Qun.

"I was bored before I met you. Because of boredom, when I was 14 years old, I almost had memories with my 13-year-old cousin that I shouldn't have. ”

Lu Qun was stunned, silently raised his head, stared at Wei Ai, and was dumbfounded for a while. His heart was like beef jerky, and a small piece of bloody flesh was quietly torn away by a hand with sharp nails.

"I changed after that. Do you know? Since then, I've become fond of torturing men – and when I grew up, I discovered that men, whether they are 13 or 33 years old, are probably a virtuous character, in other words, dogs can't change their, hehe. ”

Wei Ai's eyes looked at her husband quietly, and her fingers gently circled on the table.

"It's definitely not the same to change a man a day. I don't lack money in my family, you know this, right? No matter how handsome a man is, he can easily get it, and besides, my own conditions are not bad.

But I always felt that something was missing. When I was 25 or 6 years old, my cousin and I met again. That's when I realized that I wanted him, I shouldn't humiliate him, and I shouldn't have hit his pride, because what I hit was actually his sincere feelings for me - husband, I realized then that maybe I loved him. ”

A shameless woman.

This word came to Lu Qun's mind. But he is Sakura now, and he can't bring his personal feelings into the play.

Personal feelings? Lu Qun was a little stunned. What personal feelings does he have, what does this matter to him Lu Qun, isn't this Sakura's wife? This is Sakura's jealousy.

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became, and Lu Qun said in a low voice that he couldn't control himself: "What are you talking about these useless things for!" With that, he frowned and glanced at Doom Flower. However, she didn't mean to shout CUT.

Ai's shoulders are slender, her collarbones are angular, her curves are elegant, and her eyes are smiling.

"Listen to me first. But it's a pity, it's a pity, after we met, I was ready for everything, but he was afraid that I was afraid of not approaching at all, and even for the existence of women, he was all kinds of fear.

That miserable, submissive look really makes me feel sad, can't you, have you seen him? He is handsome, and his personality is gentle and honest, and he is by no means the type that lacks women. It's kind of bitter for him. ”

Wei Ai got up slowly, with a lazy smile on her face, walked behind Sakura, wrapped her arms around his neck, and showed a vague smile, which was very beautiful.

"Since then, the feeling of missing something has never gone away, as if it had become a little black hole embedded in my body.

After that, I met you...... Husband, you and I are the same kind of people. There is also a small black hole in you—a desire that can never be satisfied. So what I'm asking is, even if you win countless literary awards, what does it feel like to have this black hole of desire not be satisfied? ”