"It's not a rare treasure, you always hide her at home, it's too stingy!" The assistant director continued to complain.

But the man's next sentence silenced him, and he showed a helpless expression.

The man on the stage said, "He is a rare treasure to me, and I don't hide him at home, if you really want to see him, look for it yourself." ”

"You think we can't find it, next time be careful if we spread the news and let the paparazzi surround your home." The person who can talk is the director, who has put down the pen and paper in his hand and is looking at the man on the stage with pleasure.

The director is already middle-aged, and it is rare for him to make such jokes, but with the men on stage, he always feels that he has become young and lively, and he is no longer so serious.

In the huge theater, a few people were talking and laughing, and the progress of the work became slow, but no one cared about this, they were not in a hurry, because there was still more than a year before the opening of the play. There's not even a full-fledged actor yet.

After a long time, the man who felt his feet were sore walked down from the stage, he casually found a chair and sat down, still chatting with the director, the assistant director had left, he had just received a phone call, and he was in a hurry to go about his own business.

The director put a cigarette in his mouth and asked, "Has he been nice to you lately?" ”

The man smiled noncommittally, his expression affirming the answer to the director's question, so the man who smoked the cigarette also laughed and said, "A natural pair, but you have to be careful, there are some gossipy guys in the theater who are already talking about it." ”

"I know, thank you for always covering it up for us." The man said with a smile, leaning comfortably back in his chair.

The director looked up while smoking a cigarette, he actually knew who the man's lover was, he also knew, and he could fully understand. In this world, it's always good to be open-minded, and Mr. Director has always thought so.

After a few puffs of cigarette, he spoke again: "How about the next time we get together, go to your little house and have a good drink?" ”

"I absolutely agree with getting together, but it's free to drink, we don't drink now, especially in recent years, Xiaomeng doesn't drink anymore."

"Are you in charge of him?"

"Do you think he needs me to take care of it? I'm a person who needs him to take care of everything, and it's good for him to ignore me, but in recent years, drunk driving accidents have occurred frequently, and we all feel that we should drink less. ”

"Forget it, I don't want to go to a party without alcohol." When a smoke ring disappears in the void, the director rejects his suggestion.

There is nothing to mind between them, just say it casually, it doesn't matter if it is successful or not, no one will take it to heart. However, when it comes to parties, the director does have his own careful thoughts, the man has acted in several good plays for him a few years ago, and the sales rate is very high, so now the director is thinking about how to invite him to continue acting in the next play, of course, the position of the protagonist.

However, the gentle man no longer gave him any chance to speak, and stood up and said, "If there is nothing to do, I should also go." ”

"Aren't you going to eat here? I ordered one for you. The director hurriedly said.

"No need, I'll just go home and eat." The man smiled and walked towards the outside of the theater, and the director looked at his back as he left, swallowed what he wanted to say back into his stomach, and only said, "What a wayward child." He shook his head and continued to read his script.

At this moment, in the parking lot outside the theater, a small car is waiting, and a tall man is sitting in the car, and at a glance he knows that he is a criminal policeman, because the police uniform on his body has not been changed.

The person he was waiting for walked to the parking lot, and immediately found his target, trotted all the way to him, opened the car door and said, "Hey! Why didn't you even change your work clothes today? ”

"Because I just encountered a little accident, I was temporarily deployed to deal with it, so I didn't have time to change my clothes and came to pick you up, so get in the car." Said the man in the car. After the people around him were seated, he reached out to help fasten his seat belt, and then with a foot on the accelerator, the car drove away from the parking lot and headed off into the distance.

The relaxed atmosphere on this side of the theater is in stark contrast to the tragic scene in the lavender field just now, which is also love, but the love in the purple flower field makes people feel extremely sad and sad.

Putting aside the description of love for a moment, we turn our gaze to another place, where there is a simple warehouse, it is really just a small warehouse, not a house or a villa as people imagine, and in the warehouse, there are many drawing boards stacked horizontally, and there are purple lavender flowers.

One of the canvases felt very dirty, the entire surface was broken, even the frame was broken, but this one was placed in the most conspicuous position, as if it were an extremely precious thing, carefully protected.

The man in the warehouse was drawing, and from time to time he looked at the broken drawing board on the side, and every time he looked at the drawing board, his eyes showed a deep sadness, as if he remembered a memory from the past.

Returning to the complete sketchboard at hand, the work does not look perfect, or even pretty. It's like painting an abstract painting, but no one can say what is popular about the aesthetics now, isn't it?

The paintbrush continued to move on the cardboard, and the colorful paint swayed on the paint plate in the man's hand, some of which had already flowed up his sleeve, but the man continued to shake the paint plate as if he was completely unaware, maybe it was a habit of his, but it was really a bad habit, because the sleeves and chest of the man's overalls were already stained with color, even more than on the drawing board in front of him.

At this moment, the warehouse door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with fat and neat hair walked in, he only glanced at the drawing board in front of the man, and said loudly, "You have been getting these things for so long?" ”

"And what do you want me to do?" The man's face was indifferent, and he didn't feel any unhappiness or fear because of his questioning.

The middle-aged man said: "I want you to come up with your works, if you don't come up with your works, how can I publicize them?" ”

"Then you don't advertise it, unless you give me another month." The man's tone was still soothing.

But the middle-aged man couldn't bear it, he raised his voice and said: "For a month, you joke about me, who said that he was a well-known painter in the first place?" I still really believe you, and now that the big words are out, what do you want me to do? When the middle-aged man spoke, the fat on his face shook and looked disgusting.

The man gave him a blank look and said, "What should I do?" Keep giving me time, isn't there still a month left for the party at Lavender Villa? I was finishing the work in hand. ”

"You also call that a work? It's called graffiti. The middle-aged man yelled.