Disaster Artist

【Disaster Artist】【】

Is it the melody or the lyrics? Or is it Wu Yuqing's singing voice?

The collision of syllables and notes, stepping on the footsteps of the elegant and romantic waltz, dancing lightly, in Wu Yuqing's imperfect and even a little green singing, filled with intricate emotions, the beauty and splendor of the whole world is just so quietly. Played in front of your eyes.

Shen Yanshu was stunned.

He had read the script, but he still couldn't really understand the lyrics written by Lu Qian. Ordinary words, he couldn't feel the confusion at all.

He thought that maybe it was his own prejudice, and he couldn't understand the reason why Lu Qian chose the genre of song and dance to start his creation. Is there any difference between song and dance movies?

In his opinion, a song-and-dance movie is a group of high school students or neurotics standing on the street, starting to sing when a word disagrees, dancing when a word disagrees, overturning all plots, dialogues, and performances, singing and dancing regardless, not only script creation A kind of laziness, and it seems naive and naive, which is simply an insult to the IQ of adults.

But will he say it?

of course not.

After all, this is the director's decision.

Until today.

Those words, seemingly ordinary, have a new vitality in the melody, the collision of syllables and syllables, interpretation and interpretation of infinite vitality.

Suddenly, the door to a whole new world opened in front of him.

Shen Yanshu just froze in place—

He couldn't imagine how Lu Qian would present the picture, but he could imagine that there was a picture scroll slowly unfolding in Lu Qian's mind.

If it is Lu Qian, perhaps, magic will really be born; perhaps, song and dance movies can really radiate new vitality.

Involuntarily and quietly, Shen Yanshu was dragged into the world in front of him, putting aside all distracting thoughts and immersing himself in the melody.

Wu Yuqing's voice rose a little, and it felt like... as if he was resisting—

As he sensed that the sand in his palm was running away, he tried harder.

Since I sensed that parting was coming, I held on tight.

Because I realize that happiness is fleeting, I grasp it firmly.

The voice, still happy, still joyful, still romantic, still joyful, still wanton, but in the long tail sound, I feel a slight trembling unease.

"So, I don't care where I go, I just want to feel this frenzy and my heart beating wildly, and firmly grasp the eternal love."

Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

He seized this moment like this, immersed himself in this moment like this, gave up thinking about the future, gave up worrying about tomorrow, and even gave up the next second, just immersed in the second in front of him. Fight the fire and release all the energy in your heart.

The clarity of the black and white keys reveals the complexities of the soul to the fullest.

However-

The end will come eventually, and no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you try to escape, you still can't get rid of it.

A turn, a slip, the melody, and slowly settle down again.

That feeling is as if after the crazy party, people are walking in the tea, the eyes are desolate, how lively the party is, how cold the reality is, how turbulent the crowd is, how lonely the reality is, the loneliness is surging like a tide, and it swallows itself with its claws and claws. , almost unable to breathe.

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Those hopes, those expectations, those loves, those fanaticisms, those publicity, those wanton, all released, and finally fell into silence.

One up, one down, full of sighs.

"City of Stars, are you only shining for me?"

"City of Stars, you've never been so bright..."

Ups and downs.

Big ups and downs.

Sometimes turbulent and sometimes slow, sometimes turbulent and sometimes quiet, sometimes hot and sometimes cold, sometimes flamboyant and sometimes restrained, just like youth.

The melody, however, vented down like the moonlight in the sky. It flew down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days. The roaring sound was still in my ears for a long time, and when I turned around, I fell into peace and tranquility. flowing slowly in between.

Then…

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

Wu Yuqing hummed softly, without lyrics, just made a low voice deep in his throat, swaying with the melody, and dissipated in the wind little by little.

Looking up again, there is only desolation and loneliness in front of the eyes. This city, those moonlight, once witnessed their youth and dreams, once witnessed their intensity and wanton, but the city is still the same, the moonlight is still the same, but they are no longer. exist.

Maybe, they need to accept the fact that it's not because they don't love each other anymore, but they still love each other but miss each other after all.

In the end, the fingertips left the black and white keys, but Wu Yuqing did not feel sad, but raised the corner of his mouth gently—

Sometimes smiles are sadder than tears.

Sometimes silence speaks louder than words.

The air, flowing, seemed to be able to feel the hum of the strings, whimpering softly during the winding of the notes.

No one spoke or made a sound, just waiting quietly, waiting for those notes, those vibrations, and those emotions to gradually settle down.

until it dissipates completely.

However, there was a trivial sound of Lu Qian humming softly in his ears. The voice was not loud, there was no Kang's excitement, and there was no hoarseness, just a cappella.

As if playing the acoustic guitar, bathed in the green breeze of the summer afternoon, gently swaying on the swing, singing the melody deep in my memory.

"City of Starlight, are you only shining for me; City of Starlight, there is too much time to be understood."

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

Light but vicissitudes of life.

Happy and sad.

Anticipation and anxiety.

Contradictory, intricate, and indescribable emotions jump gently on the tip of the tongue~www.readwn.com~ Maybe, Lu Qian's singing is not professional, but the emotion between the melody and syllables is more than Wu Yuqing's singing. To be more profound and complex.

Desires to be close but fears getting too close, desires to possess but fears to lose everything, the kind of happiness that is to the extreme and immersed in sadness, the anxiety of worrying about gains and losses, the bittersweet mix is ​​hidden in a slightly trembling voice, without any The accompaniment, simple to the extreme, conveys incredible power.

Violently, just like that, hit the chest hard.

In an instant, the bitterness slowly spread on the tip of the tongue. It wasn't happiness or tears, but... The corners of the mouth rose slightly, but revealed a helpless heaviness and sigh. Obviously, you could see the upward arc, and you could still feel it. A heavy weight tugged at the corners of his mouth.

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Language, at this moment darkened, thousands of words could not express one ten thousandth of the turbulent emotions, and finally, just smiled helplessly.

Wu Yuqing turned around, walked through the entire hall, and looked at Lu Qian—

He thought that he had already understood the emotions behind the lyrics and the story, but when he really listened to Lu Qian's singing, he realized that the complexity and weight were still deeper than he thought.

Only by truly experiencing unforgettable memories can Yun Danfeng gently sing about those wounds, those loneliness and those pasts.

It turns out that life is a poem, but...not everyone has a pair of eyes for discovery.

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