Disaster Artist

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Latest website: Traffic, is it a good thing?

First of all, this question itself is biased. Everything in the world is one with two sides. There is no absolute good and there is no absolute bad.

"Flow" cannot be judged simply and roughly. To be precise, it should be said that there are good and bad, and specific things should be analyzed in detail.

However, it is naturally a "good thing" to stand on the outside, look at the flowers in the fog, and only capture a superficial appearance——

Imagine that in the Internet age, entertainment is dead, and "grassroots idols" begin to rise in an all-round way. Even if they can't sing, dance, or act, they don't have any professional skills, just relying on a face can also win traffic; even a face There is no face, and relying on character design can also gain a position.

"Fame", becoming a shortcut, seems to be able to change one's situation overnight, stand under the spotlight, and enter the center of the world.

Cheers and applause, lighting and attention, money and fame, status and power... everything follows, reaching the pinnacle of life.

Such "traffic" is of course a good thing, and who can refuse it?

However, real life is not that simple.

Not to mention the number of cannon fodder behind the birth of a "traffic"; after just becoming a "traffic", what do you need to face?

The unit of time in the Internet age is no longer a week, a month, a year, but an hour, thirty minutes, and ten minutes, and traffic is calculated in minutes—

Even seconds.

so.

How long is the freshness period of "flow", and what is the shelf life? Just one month or three months of traffic, what can it bring? How much money can be left after the capital behind the flow divides up the benefits? Once the success is complete, how much cannon fodder do you need to step on to achieve a traffic of tens of billions?

What is the cost of becoming traffic? How much pressure do you need to face after you put a traffic label on it? What is the cost of tearing off the traffic label?

Take a look at Tao Ran, the number one trafficker in the industry, calling the wind and rain, spreading beans into soldiers, and indeed standing at the top, but what did he leave behind?

No.

nothing.

When people mention Taoyan, what is the impression in their minds: blank, blank, only those Internet hotspots are left.

Nothing works. no talent. No features. no personality. Even the most dumbfounding thing is that he doesn't even have an impression of the endorsement brand.

Paper people.

a symbol.

an image.

And... a flow is equal to a string of data. After refreshing, it disappears without leaving any footprints.

Tao Ran is like this, so is Shi Lei.

Of course, outsiders will say, "at least once owned"; moreover, you are worth hundreds of millions, and you don't have to worry about food and clothing, so what else do you need to worry about?

It is precisely because of this that even though the traffic is nothingness and everyone seems to be spurning it, on the other hand, there are always people who are rushing forward.

"Everyone" is eager to become traffic.

Song Jiangchao told himself the same.

When he chose to leave Gaotan and go to Lanchuan, Song Jiangchao convinced himself to seize the opportunity and seize the opportunity, even if it becomes traffic, it is worth a try.

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In other words, even if it becomes traffic, it is worth it for a brief moment. Otherwise, if you continue to stay in Gaotan, the theater circle will be lifeless. Although you are still struggling and struggling, you can't see any hope. It seems that you are walking towards death step by step.

So here he was, and he took his chance.

and then?

Yes, then what?

There are more exposure opportunities, but the income does not seem to increase; there are more audition opportunities, but none of the roles I really want to play.

What's worse is that after the "traffic" label is pasted, it can never be torn off. The road ahead seems to have no other options except to bring goods with traffic and harvest fans' wallets. I thought it would go further and further. The wider future is now narrower and narrower, and no other possibilities can be seen.

The pressure is getting bigger and bigger.

At the same time, they also need to face gossip, life is put under the microscope, every move, every breath becomes the object of public discussion, even if they are cautious, negative remarks continue, overwhelming attacks flood every corner, Private inboxes are forever filled with abuse and cursing.

So, is this a good thing or a bad thing?

So, what now?

quietly.

deeply.

Song Jiangchao stared ahead, his eyes were calm, he said nothing, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a shallow arc—

He should be happy, right?

At least, he is no longer an unknown person; at least, he once stood in the center of the world; at least, he felt cheers and screams briefly.

but!

but…

However, what is the cause of the melancholy and bitterness surging in his chest?

In the dark, it seems that something has been lost.

For a while, I didn't know what I lost. Dazed and confused surged in my mind, the focus of my eyes collapsed, I searched aimlessly, but I kept convincing myself, "Everything is fine", over and over again. Once, it seems that as long as it is repeated a hundred times, it will come true.

Then-

"She turned around, and accidentally, you all looked at each other, and your eyes met."

In the ear, Lu Qian's voice came.

Song Jiangchao suddenly understood.

He lost her. The dreams he once had, those innocence, those romances, those pure and simple things, are gone forever, just like the drawing paper for graffiti. No matter whether the graffiti is beautiful or chaotic, the only thing that is certain is that the white paper will eventually come back again. It's not a blank sheet of paper, everything can't go back.

The heart is closed hard.

It hurts so bad I can't breathe.

The corner of his mouth was pulled lightly, but he found that he had no strength to lift it up, and then, that shallow smile settled sparsely in his eyes, and he fainted.

It's a memory~www.readwn.com~ and it's also a farewell.

But.

Should he be sad? Should he be angry? Should he regret it? Should he deny it all outright?

"Happy and sad at the same time," Lu Qian said.

Happiness first, then sadness.

Indeed, the dream he once had can never go back. Even if he returns to Gaotan now, his mentality and thoughts cannot return to the way it used to be.

But the point is, he had those good times, that's the most important thing, there's no need to cling to the past, and there's no need to hate the present, because nostalgia for the past is equal to denying the present, because hating the present is equal to denying oneself , these are not necessary.

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In fact, life is always like this. For everyone, every day is brand new. It is the first time to challenge the unknown", and it is precisely because of this that every choice is unknown, and everyone is exploring.

At the moment of choice, everyone firmly believes that they have made the right decision, and then embrace the subsequent changes, but no one can be sure whether it meets expectations, because this is the mystery of life, all unknowns are coming. To explore the depth and breadth of life—

Not just length.

Every choice he made in the past carves out his present appearance; and every choice he makes in the present and in the future will carve out his future appearance.

Life always starts from the next second.

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