In an instant, the man in the floor-to-ceiling mirror changed again. His expression was gloomy, his behavior was sneaky, and his tone was terrifying:
"Let me ask you, some people have secrets that they can't bear to look back on, but they don't want others to know about them. What would they do if they knew it?"
——"Thunder"——
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Suddenly, the face in the mirror became calm and calm. His deep eyes were as gentle as they could be, and his affection was lingering and pathos. The man's Adam's apple twitched slightly and he uttered a mellow and magnetic bass:
"No matter what happens tomorrow or what changes will happen in the rest of my life, at least I am happy at this moment because I love you."
——"Pause Today"——
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Yan Qing quickly adjusted his state, and faced the full-length mirror in the practice room to relive scenes of him and the roles "he" had played.
The sweat on the top of his head fell drop by drop down the sides of his cheeks and onto the wooden floor. The quick-drying technology training suit that Yan Qing was wearing was also soaked with sweat to the point where water could be wrung out.
"Be present! The Grotowski school requires actors to reveal themselves, not just to show their body, but to destroy it, burn it, and thereby liberate their inner impulses."
Yan Qing had already memorized the theoretical knowledge of Grotowski's school in "Towards a Simple Drama", which was stirring in his head.
"An actor's repeated appearances are equivalent to purifying himself. Through training, actors should not be afraid of exceeding the normal acceptable limits, so as to achieve inner harmony and mental peace. This kind of performance state is a process of gradually sublimating from the body's instinct to rationality.
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After a long time, I don't know how many rounds of appearances, Yan Qing's feet slipped and he fell to the floor.
"Rationality? I have always maintained the rationality of my performance...I have never entered any role. How can I be trapped in the state of Solei and be unable to get out? How long can I continue to deceive myself and others?"
The body was exhausted, but the mind was clear and peaceful. Yan Qing murmured a certain name: "Weng Huaijing..."
Yan Qing's deep eyes suddenly lit up with a burst of light, and scenes flashed back through his eyes one after another:
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The faint scent of rosemary lingering in the magpie bridge passageway, the cold and determined Weng Huaijing.
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When the name of Talent Co., Ltd. was decided, the two people's eyes met at the same time.
"I'm standing on her left side, but it's like I'm separated by the Milky Way..."
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When the program was preparing to record the briefing session, Weng Huaijin turned a blind eye to him.
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During the first recording session, Weng Huaijing, who was dressed up to attend, said something vague in Cantonese: "It's a pity that I met Zhongyi to help you sing."
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Weng Huaijing, dancing gracefully to the accompaniment of "Serenade" in the "Office Building" practice room, also has the metaphorical meaning that lingers in my heart for a long time and cannot be calmed down:
"Every time I stand on tiptoe to dance for you, I am filled with joy. I wish you a happy thirty-first birthday ~ Yan Qing."
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With a trace of compassion in his eyes, Weng Huaijing began to read Sir Walter Scott's poem:
"The poor person only pays attention to his own feelings, and does not care whether his behavior will make others feel that he has a bad reputation. And the double death will fall into the filthy dust from where he appeared, and no one will mourn or respect him.
Sing.”
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"Nine thousand two hundred and eleven dollars and nine cents. This is all the cash in my wallet now."
Li Na held up her Lu brand old-fashioned pochette Felicie chain bag and walked straight towards Solei on the stage, with a look of domineering look in her eyes.
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During the third session of recording, Weng Huai looked shy and angry when he borrowed the piano, and gave him a big eye roll when singing "Daughter's Love".
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When I first watched "Talent Co., Ltd.", in the appearance video, Weng Huaijing was biting a rubber band, raising her neck like a swan, and tying up her black hair with both hands.
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Under the gray-blue sky of the Imperial Capital, there was a complicated eye contact between the two people in the control room of Flashing Star Recording.
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On the green field of the Imperial Dance Academy, Weng Huaijing, wearing the uniform of the Imperial Academy of Dance, conveyed a vague nostalgia and joy in his eyes, and a vague sentence: "Do you want to dance?"
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During the fourth session of recording, Weng Huaijing’s fingers were pressed against each other and the beautiful back he caught a glimpse of while sitting in front of the drum kit during the performance.
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In Ji Xianlin's studio, the thin Weng Huaijing chewed vegetables carefully and glanced at him.
"Are you also missing the ambiguity of Flashing Star?"
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In the Xi Er studio, when Yan Qing fell down and got infinitely close to Weng Huaijing, her breathtaking beauty collarbones were so beautiful that people were fascinated by them.
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The flashback is like lightning and illusion, and like the bubbles of dreams.
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"Since when did she enter my heart..."
As if waking up from a big dream, Yan Qing spurned himself with contempt:
"And what do I mean? I occupy "my" body, and I also fall in love with...his true love."
"A despicable thief, a double-faced man with dark secrets hidden all over his body, who has the right to love her?"
His body showed signs of losing control again. Yan Qing covered his eyes with his hands and stretched his legs, huddled in the corner of the practice room, the same posture as when he first came to this world.
"The saddest thing is: Weng Huaijing still loves him, and when facing me, she is filled with love that is suppressed and suppressed, but she doesn't know that that person has already been separated from her."
"How can I spend my life wisely with this darkest secret?"
The full moon still hung high in the night sky, and its clear, joyless light shone through the cracks in the blinds and shone mottledly on Yan Qing's white face.
After a long time, he struggled to get up and murmured: "Maybe in order to protect myself, I told countless lies, but... (Tonight's moon is beautiful!) This sentence is true.
The dead are dead and the living are like this, so we have to do something, right?"
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After taking a simple shower, Yan Qing returned to the study room in the office building.
He flipped through several scripts he had prepared before and put them back into the bookcase. Yan Qing turned around and spread out a blank roll of script paper, and wrote four words: Moonlight is sultry.
When completing the cover photoshoot for "Vogue Clothing and Beauty", Yan Qing had some vague ideas in his mind. He planned to borrow the general plot framework of "Moon Struck", the first imported film from China in his previous life, to restructure it.
Come up with a notebook.
"Weng Huaijing, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight. I want to share all the good things I have with you. Even more than just good things, including the darkest secrets that I can't talk about. I am also willing to share them with you through metaphors.
"
The night of the full moon always seems to stimulate the animal instinct in people's bones that has been tamed by civilization. Yan Qing picks up his pen and gallops around freely, and the wild nature suddenly bursts out from his whole body.
"I like someone, but I can't be innocent and brave. I can only be contradictory and timid with metaphors..."
The manuscript paper suddenly became soaked. He paused writing and wiped away the slightly turbid tears. Then he looked at the full moon outside the window and continued to murmur in a low voice:
"Weng Huaijing, if one day you face two different Yan Qings, what choice will you make?"
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Love is a metaphor between the lines, hidden at the beginning and at the end, always lingering and echoing everywhere - author's note.
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Recommended book by py: Hua Jiang’s book "My Wife, Please Be Peaceful", is a warm-hearted book for daily life, has a single female protagonist, and is sweet and rich!