Disaster Artist

【Disaster Artist】【】

A city, a dream.

A ray of hope, a life.

Youth, as always seems to be the case, runs all the way with enthusiasm and passion, unreservedly, laughing and crying loudly, venting all energy, but after being exhausted, I feel a deep sense of emptiness and loss, because the end of the run , the sun is still so far away.

In fact, what is more than youth?

life, too.

Life is so short and so long, people are always trying to find a goal and a meaning, but they lose themselves in going around.

Then, they matured, they became wise, they grew up, they believed that dreams didn't exist, they bowed their heads to life, they thought life had no meaning, they laughed at the foolishness and stubbornness of those dreamers who thought they had life in their hands the truth.

Until the dead of night, the loss and daze, the sadness and loneliness surged in and swallowed them up, and I couldn't help but start to miss the old self, the self who ran wild, bloomed, and bloomed, the one who still believed in dreams. Believe in yourself.

However, they never went back.

From Aiya to Gao Silin, from Mai Jia'an to Lu Qian...

Inexplicably, Wu Yuqing remembered the teacher's funeral, he and Lu Qian's little prank, and then burst into laughter, cheering for the end of life.

Then, Wu Yuqing remembered the back of the high temple forest running away like a tornado just now, and his eyes fell on the handwritten cards in Lu Qian's hand.

Thoughts, turbulent.

"director?"

Wu Yuqing did not answer Lu Qian's words, but raised his head and called out.

"Do you have a piano at home? Or, a guitar."

Lu Qian showed a smile, stepped aside slightly, and gestured to the grand piano behind him—

Regarding this film, Lu Qian hopes to use jazz as the main form of music. Naturally, the piano plays an important role, so he also hopes that Wu Yuqing can use the piano to create. If the male protagonist can use the piano to play the theme song, it must be A plus.

Perhaps, Wu Yuqing's inspiration came?

really!

Wu Yuqing couldn't care about the polite greetings, and rushed towards the piano with a series of small steps. He didn't even have time to take a breath, and was already sitting in front of the piano.

Take a deep breath.

Take a deep breath again.

After controlling himself, Wu Yuqing put his hands on the piano, and after a pause, he seemed to be able to feel the air surging between his fingertips and the black and white keys.

Time stopped for a short time at this moment, the golden sunlight, the rich lush greens, and the noisy chi, all briefly stayed at the end of the breeze, and the whole world became quiet.

Shen Yanshu: ? ? ?

what happened?

Obviously, Shen Yanshu's thoughts were not able to keep up with the rhythm of Lu Qian and Wu Yuqing. One second was chatting and laughing, and the next second he started working?

Saying,,,.. edition. 】

In the silence, Shen Yanshu cautiously took a step towards Lu Qian, looking for an opportunity to speak, wanting to ask Lu Qian:

I, can I go?

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But Lu Qian did not look back, as if he had completely forgotten the existence of Shen Yanshu.

Shen Yanshu's eyes moved back and forth between Lu Qian and Wu Yuqing, but in the end, he didn't dare to open his mouth to break the balance, and stood there obediently.

Wu Yuqing's brewing did not last long.

One second, two seconds.

Then, when the fingertips gently fall, the thick but clear sound of the piano keys flows out like a gurgling water, and when you close your eyes, you can feel the elegance and lightness of the moonlight turning into white training and dancing between the keys, even The sun in the air also quieted down.

"City of Starlight, do you only shine for me; City of Starlight, there are too many things in the world that are unclear."

"Who can see clearly, is this a harbinger of the beginning of everything, or is it another dream?"

Wu Yuqing, humming softly, doesn't seem to feel the weight of any emotion, but quietly immersed in the melody, feeling the dance of the notes.

Fingertips, jumping; singing, flying, and then slowly settled down, behind the light and bright, it seems that you can feel the sadness of Dandan.

Then-

"Woooooooo..."

Wu Yuqing blew a whistle, without lyrics, just gently echoing the melody, quietly hiding himself behind the notes, feeling the pulsation of the keys.

Whistle, so cheerful and so fresh, with a little uninhibited and unrestrained and unrestrained, waving his sleeves without taking away a cloud, but leaving a little sadness and bitterness in the turbulent air, those sighs, those bitterness, those lonely, from Fingertips flowed out, jumping over the black and white keys.

That's how magic was born.

"Since you and I first embraced, I have felt that all my dreams have been realized one by one."

With a turn, a leap, the melody, it became lively and cheerful again.

"The City of Stars, what everyone is looking forward to is something called love in the lively bars and noisy restaurants with misty birds."

"Yes, everyone longs for the love found in some equally lonely soul..."

Ding Dong.

Vibrant.

The touch between the fingertips and the keys became short and simple, and it seemed that the elf was naughty stepping on the keys, and the strong and hot emotions flowed out like this, and the moonlight burned like a flame. Happiness is in the melody.

Intoxicating.

"...A season move, a look back, a shoulder rub, a touch, a ray of light flashing from the bottom of the eye is enough to light up the night sky, enough to say goodbye to the past to open up a new world, say goodbye to sadness, as if a voice whispered in my ear, I'll stay where you are, and you'll be safe."

A pause, a pause, the heart seems to stop beating in an instant.

Like a waltz.

The dance is getting more and more intense, more and more turbulent, more and more turbulent~www.readwn.com~, but at the peak moment, it stops abruptly, so that you can't breathe.

Wu Yuqing's voice gradually became more watery, in the midst of happiness and sweetness, Dandan's grief was entangled like smoke and mist, and it could not go away.

Obviously it is the joy of falling in love, but between the lines, you can taste the fear and anxiety of the imminent parting.

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Obviously it is a romantic happiness, but in the melody jumps, they feel each other's uncertainty about the future.

It was a heart-pounding encounter, but the sadness of Dandan was captured in the breeze.

"Standing in place" and "safe and sound" are a promise and a comfort. The more firm, hotter and louder, the deeper the fear.

It's like sand in the palm of your hand. The harder you use it, the less you can't hold it. The harder you use it, the more it scatters.

Happiness and romance, like dancing skirts, are still tossing up and down, but you can already feel the coming sadness behind the splendor.

The collision of black and white piano keys is cold and gentle, but cruel.

rustle.

rustle.

Tree shadows in the daytime, swaying with the wind, the sun is still outside the window, but the world is slowly quieting down, the green color so thick that it almost condenses into water is like a stream flowing like a stream, people are still those people, things are still those things, scenery It's still the same scene, but I can't recognize anything.

It's as if... waking up from a dream, the magic is gone, and after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, everything is never the same again, and the fairy tale comes back to reality.