Disaster Artist

The Disaster Artist

Maybe, Lin Hanzhou can grow up slowly and become independent.

Maybe, they can have their own life, embrace the freedom—

Just a thought sprouted in my mind, and my thoughts surged. There was a little expectation, but it was more of a panic and a fear.

Zhuo Yuying waved her hands again and again, "No, no, no, Hanzhou needs us..."

For twenty years, they have been used to this kind of life. They have told themselves over and over again that Lin Hanzhou needs them, they cannot be selfish, and they need to persevere. Even a little freedom is a luxury. These thoughts have become habits and deeply imprinted in bone and blood.

Lu Qian understands that although he has no way to empathize with him, and his poor imagination cannot describe the state of needing to take care of a person for twenty years; but he can understand.

"Aunt Zhuo."

Because of Lu Qian's call, Zhuo Yuying raised her head and looked over, her eyes were a little dazed.

"Don't worry, take your time, one step, one step. Hanzhou is growing up, and we are also growing up."

"Independence doesn't mean leaving, it just gives each other a little space."

After a pause, Lu Qian was a little uncertain, but finally said it.

"Actually, all of us are like this. From the moment we are born, we are preparing for the final parting, but unfortunately, most of us are still unable to prepare for the whole life. Compared with you , Hanzhou’s preparations will be more difficult, and the only thing we can do is to complete all preparations slowly and slowly.”

"Life is like this. It's a long journey. We will meet different partners during the journey, but everyone can only accompany us for a while, meet, meet, say goodbye, break up, and then in the last journey, we will finally You need to go through it yourself."

The light words echoed in the corridor.

Lu Qian was also a little caught off guard. He didn't expect that the topic would develop here, but when he thought about it seriously, maybe these topics didn't have the right timing, and it was extremely difficult to put them on the table at any time. good thing.

Zhuo Yuying chewed Lu Qian's words carefully, and although her thoughts were a little confused, she still took a deep breath, "A Qian, thank you for being willing to tell me this."

After finishing speaking, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose slightly, he took out the key to open the door, and called out, "Old Lin, Ah Qian is here."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Changyang hurried out from the balcony, his hands were wet, and his face was full of surprise, "Director, oh, no, Qian, why are you here?"

Zhuo Yuying complained, "Why, can't you come and sit if you have nothing to do?"

Lin Changyang quickly waved his hands, "No, no, hey, you're distorting my meaning again, I'm just asking."

A smile appeared in Lu Qian's eyes, "What is Uncle Lin doing, do you need help?"

Lin Changyang looked down at his hands, "Oh, I'm removing and washing the curtains. It's a big project. It's okay. I'm finishing it. Don't worry."

While talking, Lin Changyang looked at Lin Hanzhou who was sitting cross-legged in front of the TV in the lobby, "Hanzhou, Ah Qian is here, and you didn't say hello?"

Lin Hanzhou was watching the video tape with a very focused expression, completely unaware of the bustling noise in the hall.

But Lu Qian was not surprised at all, it was like this when Lin Hanzhou was immersed in his own world, even thunder and rain could not disturb his concentration.

Lu Qian chuckled lightly, "Uncle Lin, when did our relationship become so estranged, do you still need Hanzhou to come and say hello to me?"

Lin Changyang chuckled twice, "But you can't be so rude."

Lu Qian glanced around the house, and he could tell right away that they were cleaning.

Not only the curtains, but also sofa covers, carpets, etc. were all removed, all chairs and sundries were placed on the table, and even Lin Hanzhou's video tapes and DVDs were all piled up on the desk, full of places like A hill, slightly messy.

There are still traces of mopping the ground just now, and there is a faint smell of water in the air. You can faintly feel the slightest chill surging from bottom to top, but it becomes dry due to the bright sunshine outside the window, floating in a breathless air. The taste of a bright mood.

Maybe it's the breath of life.

Lu Qian leaned slightly cautiously towards the corner of the wall, keeping his feet together, as if he couldn't find a foothold, "Ah, it seems that I chose the wrong time."

Lin Changyang was a little nervous and waved his hands again and again, "It's okay, it's really okay, we're just cleaning up..."

The smile in Lu Qian's eyes flowed out, "Uncle Lin, tell me, what can I do to help, since I'm going to come over for dinner, I need to pay some price."

As he spoke, Lu Qian rolled up his sleeves, put the two big bags in his hand on the kitchen stove, handed them to Zhuo Yuying, and walked towards Lin Changyang.

Lin Changyang hesitated for a moment, glanced at Zhuo Yuying, but said nothing more after all, "Just in time, I need someone to help dry the curtains manually..."

Standing in the kitchen, Zhuo Yuying looked at the busy Lu Qian, a little absurd——

The Lu Qian that everyone in Lanchuan is discussing, the Lu Qian who stands tall on the top of the pyramid, is now discussing how to wring the curtains dry, but this kind of Lu Qian is extraordinarily real, not what was depicted in the report A genius director, not the Lanchuan devil living in the rumors~www.novelmt.com~ just... Lu Qian.

After clearing her mind, Zhuo Yuying also started to get busy. This dinner should be well prepared.

Later, Lin Hanzhou, who finished watching the movie, also joined in. From the beginning of making troubles, to the end, he cleaned the windows in a decent manner, and he was very careful and serious.

The problem is, there's only one window.

Then you can see that the window that Lin Hanzhou wiped is so clean that it looks foggy compared to other windows.

Zhuo Yuying looked at the contrasting windows in front of her. At first she wanted to say that Lin Changyang and Lu Qian hadn't wiped it clean, but she found out that it wasn't. She was so stunned that Lin Changyang asked them if they should go back to work. Zhuo Yuying also opened her mouth and couldn't say anything. The words came, and then the room burst into laughter.

Only Lin Hanzhou, with a puzzled face, obviously didn't understand what they were laughing at, but he couldn't help being happy seeing everyone so happy.

The dinner was very rich, and the whole table was filled to the brim, leaving no room. It was suspected that the legs of the round table might not be able to support it.

Lin Changyang was in a very good mood, and even opened a can of beer—not much, just one beer, a rare moment of relaxation.

At the end of the meal, Lu Qian looked at Lin Changyang and Zhuo Yuying, and asked in a chatty tone.

"...By the way, the Golden Book Awards Ceremony, have you guys made up your mind? Are you going to attend?"

In fact, this is the real reason why Lu Qian came to visit Lin Changyang and his wife today—

Last year, Lin Hanzhou won the nomination for Best Film Editing, but in the end he regretted missing the Golden Book Award ceremony; this year, as a double nominee for Best Film Editing, he is obviously an important member of the award ceremony, but I don’t know if Lin Hanzhou is willing to attend .