The clock ticked forward slightly.

At around eight o'clock, Han Ying carried a few cans of beer bought from the supermarket into the hotel and went to the floor under the crew of "Underground Transportation Station". Han Ying had to be convinced, this crew looks quite poor, the staff is a group of people who shoot commercials, and the most famous actor is Tang Bo, who is still a commercial, poor and shabby, but he really doesn't wronged himself in terms of food and housing.

The accommodation conditions of this hotel, she has been with a crew known as a big investment, and the accommodation is not as good as here.

However, it's right to think about it, a few celebrities took away six or seven percent of the investment in the show, and the rest will not be able to eat and live.

She walked to 306 and knocked on the door, Liang Zhou opened the door, there were already three people sitting in his room, the air conditioner was turned on sufficiently, and the fragrance of hot pot filled the whole room, "Hey, you are not afraid of the director's rounds." ”

Liang Zhou said: "There is no night play today, the director is home." ”

Han Ying put the bag on the table, "The crew's meal is good, why do you want to eat hot pot again." ”

"Isn't this a get-together?"

Liang Zhou pointed to a few people, "The last time we got together, it was when we graduated from college, this time in a blink of an eye-"

"It's been four years."

Liang Zhou: "Yes, it's been four years. ”

Now it's rare to be in a crew.

There is only one young actress in this crew, and it happens to be Han Ying, this is fate.

Han Ying felt that it was fate.

After graduating, she and Liang Zhou were crawling and rolling in the film and television industry, and these two classmates took root in the drama circle, which is quite rare to get together.

The classmate said that this fate is thanks to the director, and he especially likes actors with good lines, "Although this crew is poor, the director is quite ambitious." ”

Liang Zhou: "I heard that it was not the director's idea, it was the screenwriter's request. ”

As soon as Han Ying talked about the screenwriter, he was excited, "I came in the morning, the handsome one?" ”

Liang Zhou: "Just him, the crew is just a screenwriter." ”

"Awesome!"

Han Ying looked at the handsome guy's age, "Did you just graduate from college or not?" Writing a script at such a young age and making it into a TV series? ”

Liang Zhou opened the beer and sat down, "If I hadn't joined the group, I would have seen that he was so handsome, and someone would have voted for the first script, I must have said that someone was rich and supportive, but after reading the script, tsk, the writing is really good, especially the lines." ”

Whether a script is well written or not, the actor does not say that he has a clear understanding, but at least he knows five or six percent. As far as the lines of the script are concerned, the lines of a good script are easy to memorize, the plot is natural, the character logic is consistent with the lines, so that the actors can easily substitute into it, and the feelings will flow spontaneously, and the lines will naturally go down. But if you encounter a bad script, don't say it if the lines don't fit reality, and some of them are not even what the characters should say, the actors can't go along with it, let alone the acting skills or something. So when they got the script in Liangzhou, they didn't know if the play would be popular, but they still knew if it was rotten.

The classmate said: "People are inherently talented, and the promotional film for the past year is the script written by Director Zhang." ”

The dish is cooked in the pot.

Han Ying opened the beer, "Okay, let's not talk about their geniuses, let's not talk about them." ”

She raised her glass, "Cheers to our reunion!" ”

The four of them bumped into each other and took a sip each, Liang Zhou suddenly remembered the past, "Time flies so fast, it's been four years in the blink of an eye, Han Ying has become beautiful, Lao Zhou, you have become fat-"

Han Ying added: "Lao Liang, you have become oily." ”

This oil is not that the body has become oily, Liangzhou is still tall and thin.

He's a flamboyant man.

Lao Zhou agreed, "Yes." ”

In the past, in addition to acting and saying lines, Liang Zhou couldn't say a word for a long time outside the play, but now the little mouth is loud, which makes the director's compliment bloom. This is also in this crew, the script is set, and the director can't change it, otherwise he will have to add drama to Liangzhou.

Another classmate agreed, "That guy, I'm embarrassed to say I'm your classmate." ”

If this is still in the small restaurant at the east gate of the school, four years ago four years ago sat next to them at a table, Liangzhou at that time must have despised the current Liangzhou.

Liang Zhou smiled bitterly, "For the sake of drama, don't chill." ”

They clinked glasses, "yes, for the show." ”

I used to like acting, and I thought that acting was very good, and I enjoyed it and the money came naturally.

It's different now.

Han Ying sighed, "I remember that time at the wine table, Lao Zhou said that he would be an actor in five years, but now it's only one year away." ”

Lao Zhou was embarrassed, "Don't mention it, don't mention it, I'm still a dead performer." ”

Having said that, Han Ying also said that she wanted to be a strength and idol.

They reminisced each other about the cowhides they had bragged about in college, and they laughed with them.

Liang Zhou: "Okay, okay, all have one virtue, don't hurt each other, come, go one." ”

Their cups touched each other, and it was the sound of shattered dreams.

Then there was silence for a while, Han Ying felt a little monotonous, so she turned on the TV, and then suddenly remembered, "The crew said that the music variety show of the Great Demon King, when will it be broadcast live tonight?" ”

She went to Tui Tui to look for it, opened the short video of time, searched for it and cast it on TV, and is now broadcasting the picture of the big devil interviewing in the car, "It's just right, it hasn't started yet." ”

Liang Zhou waited for her to sit back and asked her, "Do you still like the Great Demon King?" ”

"Of course, the Great Demon King is my idol, or—" Han Ying thought about it, it was her fantasy self, if there was a pillow for her to dream, she would choose the Great Demon King's life trajectory to walk through.

"She's got a boyfriend."

Han Ying felt that this was a pity, because she was afraid that what the Great Demon King liked was not what she liked.

Forget it, dreams are flawed.

They chatted while eating, and eating hot pot with the air conditioner on a hot day, I have to say that it was a kind of enjoyment, just when they were chatting lively, a string of whistles suddenly came out of the TV as the background sound, which attracted them.

Han Ying turned her head to look.

"Wow!"

She shouted happily, "The Great Demon King, my Great Demon King!" ”

The big devil's temperament has become much more intellectual, but her upper body is white T, and the lower half of her body is jeans, so simply she went on stage, standing there is still the big demon king in her memory, as if she has traveled through time.

"A person as good as me should have a brilliant life......"

The game they had been planning for was slowly cooled down, and everyone was listening, Han Ying leaned on the table, leaned his head on his hands, and watched the big demon king on TV. Liang Zhou picked up the wine slowly, drinking it one after another, Lao Zhou touched his beer-

When the final whistle fell, they were still unsatisfied, looking at the picture of jumping subtitles in a daze.

Then, they saw Jiang Yang who gave half a bottle of Coke-

"Hey!"

Lao Zhou came back to his senses, "Isn't this our screenwriter?" ”

Han Ying is sure that she can't forget the handsome guy, "It's him!" ”

"Half a bottle of Coke!"

Liang Zhou doesn't understand, is this chasing stars, or not chasing stars, "I won't let the fans of the big demon king fight." ”

They looked at Han Ying.

Han Ying felt that eating was the most important thing, she couldn't smash her own rice bowl, she beckoned: "Come on, drink." ”

As soon as Liang Zhou took the wine, there was no more in the bag, and when they listened to the song, they still had three or four cans, "Yes, I'll go down and buy it," Liang Zhou stood up, "This song is really a waste of wine." ”

Small kiosk app

"yes."

Han Ying finally saw the traces of the past five years on the Great Demon King, who used to sing intoxicatingly, but now he is heartbroken.

Also watching the live broadcast is Yue Yun.

Time Live Ping gave the show a lot of traffic, and many people swiped it on their mobile phones.

When Yue Yun was sulking on the sofa, he brushed up on the live broadcast of this music micro variety show, which was not a beautiful scene, but in reality, the pedestrians stopped, and the big demon king paid attention, I don't know why Yue Yun was even more envious.

She listened to the song quietly.

Different people have different circumstances.

Many successful people, many people who still have a way forward, many people who are born to stand at the end of the line, will feel that this song is moaning without disease.

Of course, Yue Yun is not.

As an ordinary person who has seen Li Qingning's talent, Yue Yun listened to this song and was moved to tears for a while.

Of course, it's all the reason for this song.

"Your daughter is coaxed."

His husband came over, "As for it, you're crying when you're angry with your daughter?" ”

"I cried when I heard the song."

Yue Yun looked at the big demon king in her phone, she felt that it was ironic to let the big demon king sing this song, all her talents, the talents she wasted, were exactly what Yue Yun never forgot.

His husband saw Li Yu in the mobile phone and said seriously, "There is only one big demon king, and your daughter is not a big demon king." Even if it's the Great Demon King, she has such a high talent, and she still hates piano practice, can we-"

"I can't."

Yue Yun was resolute.

Learn more than one thing, one more way.

She would rather her daughter have a bad relationship with her mother like the big demon king in ten or twenty years, rather than be like those people in the barrage, unwilling to fall, but not enterprising, and will only post a barrage of self-pity there.

Yes, some people are ordinary all their lives.

But that's also after hard work, not listening to the song here to move yourself!

As her dad said, it doesn't matter if she fails in the end, at least she has left footprints on the track of ordinary people.

Yue Yun's husband looked at her.

Yue Yun cried this time.

He knew that Yue Yun was talking about herself.

She had given up on her efforts, and now she felt sorry for herself, so much so that now when she dreams back at midnight, she dreams that she is making that choice again: she listens to her father's instructions to continue her education, and—

And then.

People are always haunted by the choices they have made, and after many years, they fantasize about what would happen if they had chosen another path.

He could relate to it.

Because he also often dreams, dreaming that when he returned to the college entrance examination, he was thinking that if he scored a little bit higher and could enter the major he liked, would he be different, not to be a code farmer, his hair was still there, and he didn't need to wear a wig.