Disaster Artist

Latest website: At this moment, the whole world is quiet.

The noise, the chaos, the nervousness, the confusion, the doubts, all disappeared, leaving Aya alone.

Following the clues of his thoughts, he searched little by little to find the memories in the corners and corners, and pieced together the original appearance of the dream.

Over the years, in Lanchuan, Aiya has always believed that he has not changed—

She still has dreams, she still loves acting, and she still looks forward to the future.

but.

Until this moment, I saw the eight-year-old me again in my memory, looking up at my aunt with an expression of admiration and envy.

The light in the eyes is so pure and so dazzling, with the rosy luster of dreams, without any impurities, just simple yearning.

Only then did Aiya realize that she really hadn't been touched by such surging emotions and passion for a long time. She thought that she still did not forget her original intention, but life is like this. Day after day, the light of dreams gradually disappeared. Gradually darkened, and then hidden into the depths of memory.

"...she said she was happy."

Until now, Aya still remembered the expression on her aunt's face, which was shining brightly.

"Not only when she was young, but also in her twilight years, she was still happy."

"She's so warm and outgoing, no matter what life is facing, she's always enjoying it."

"She said that there is only one life in life. If you follow the rules like that, it will be too wasteful. Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves. This is the life she longs for."

"Maybe she may have died of poverty at twenty-seven; maybe she may have died of poverty at sixty, but no matter what the outcome is, she has no regrets."

Aya, pause for a moment.

She didn't even think about what role her aunt's words played in her life. Those heavy words glowed brightly in her mind.

She can still recall when her aunt spoke, the flamboyance and splendor in her eyes, so vivid and so bright, it had nothing to do with money or fame and fortune, it was just about the color of life—

On her father, on her grandfather, on the elders of the neighbors, on those who were bound by the rules in real life and then yelled at the "dream is dead", she had never felt that kind of warmth and color.

They say that only fools believe in dreams.

But why are they not happy?

"I trust her."

Aya, said softly, talking to herself.

Suddenly, the tears fell.

Aiya didn't expect it at all. She thought she was happy and happy, but she didn't know when, tears filled her eyes.

She hurriedly lowered her head and wiped her cheeks to hide her embarrassment, then smiled again, and continued to look up at the camera.

"In her life, she was ridiculed and ridiculed, never recognized, staggered and bruised, until she died, she was also the daughter who was not recognized by her grandfather, or someone who did not work properly and did not achieve in other people's eyes. , seems to be a model of failure."

"But she's so... vibrant, burning like a flame."

"She told me that sometimes life needs a little bit of madness, a little bit of bravery and a little bit of adventure, otherwise, life is too boring and boring."

"She said that until a long time later, she still remembered the pebbles at the bottom of the Langmu River, still remembered how cold and biting the river was in that spring, still remembered how happy and happy her laughter was, and she waved her right hand high to say hello. Friends, let them join together."

Aiya, standing stunned, fell into her own thoughts, unable to extricate herself.

"She said if she did it all over again, she would still do it."

After saying that, Aya was stunned.

She didn't even think about it herself.

In fact, Lu Qian just asked her to tell a story, but Aiya didn't know that she could tell the story of her aunt - this story, she has never told anyone, and she has never told it in different interviews, but she just thought of it. Inside, I thought of Lu Qian, and then I thought of my aunt.

How did all this happen?

Aya didn't understand.

But the problem is, she doesn't hate or reject—

Some stories, after all, have to be told, otherwise they will be bored in the heart, they will slowly wither and rot, and eventually turn into toxins.

Perhaps, here, it is a good thing to take this opportunity to speak out in front of a group of strangers.

Even so, Aya was still a little embarrassed.

He lowered his head to sort out his emotions, and when he looked up again, Aya regained his smile.

"Sorry, I was a little rude just now."

"But, my story is over."

"Excuse me, is there anything else I need to try?"

At this time, Aiya noticed that the people in front of her were not paying attention to her at all, and they were still busy with their own affairs.

So, her story moved her, right?

This made the corners of Aiya's mouth rise a little again, concealing her embarrassment, taking a deep breath, controlling her emotions, and being polite.

The lady in the yellow shirt seemed to be half a beat before she finally reacted. She looked down at Aya's data card, as if confirming her name.

"Aya...Thank you, thank you for the audition, you can leave."

After she finished speaking, she didn't even look into Aiya's eyes, she lowered her head and started to rummage through the information. The lady in the floral dress beside her handed over the information card of Kojilin.

No manners, no manners at all.

No matter how well Aya's upbringing is, she still feels offended at this time, from start to finish!

But interestingly, Aya didn't want to get angry.

what happened?

If it was normal times, or on another occasion, Aya would definitely be angry too. The Mud Bodhisattva still has a three-point fire. This kind of occasion is purely for demeaning the actor, how could she not be angry?

What's more, Aiya is an actor, not some unknown person, an actor everyone knows on the set, in the crew, and in daily life, but is treated as garbage here?

However, today, she did not have any emotions at all.

why?

Is it because I just told the story of my aunt, and the truth is revealed, so that I am a little embarrassed and have no time to lose my temper with these people?

Or is it because the whole scene is too ridiculous and too funny to get angry?

Aya felt that it should be the latter—

The two ladies were holding the information card of Kojilin~www.readwn.com~ and they were discussing each other.

Such a picture is more than absurd, it is simply too funny.

Aiya almost thought that they were acting, and their acting skills were good.

Whether it is Aiya or Kojilin, do they really not know each other? It's... unreasonable.

In any case, Aya felt that all this was full of joy, because it was too abnormal and too abrupt, but she couldn't get angry, but she could understand the thoughts of the other actors in front-

Ordinary actors may be sad because they are ignored; famous actors may be angry because they are ignored.

They're all in this Vanity Fair, and it's hard not to be swayed by these emotions.

Aiya couldn't help but wonder how Kojilin would react.