Disaster Artist

Black, solemn and solemn, a large area smeared in the field of vision, and even the golden sunlight that filled the sky became heavy with it.

Funerals, as always seem to be the case, the sadness and heaviness of life and death are enough to make the air stagnate, and all the joy and happiness have all pressed the pause button.

Life, stay in place for a short time.

But no one knows when they will be able to start over and move on. Some people, forever stop at that moment, the world stops turning.

Lu Qian is not afraid of death or funeral, because he has experienced death once, and it is not as terrible as he imagined.

On the contrary, he is more aware of the impermanence and fragility of life. In many cases, the things that human beings can change are very limited. Therefore, they should grasp the present moment, let life shine all the time, and wait for death to come, accept it calmly, and open up your heart. .

However, that is easier said than done.

Lu Qian has experienced it himself once before he can have this open-mindedness, so he cannot and will not ask others to see the mystery of life.

It is precisely because of this that at the funeral, he needs to maintain respect and keep his mouth shut, which also makes the solemnity and dullness of the funeral more depressing.

After a short stay, to pay his respects, Lu Qian turned around and left.

call……

Breathing out a long breath, Lu Qian only felt a little dull in his chest. Although he was sure that it was not because of the tie, he loosened the tie a little to find some space for his throat, at least psychologically. Being able to get a brief reassurance, as if breathing more oxygen.

"I Have a Scroll of Ghosts and Gods"

"director……"

There was a call from behind, but this time, Lu Qian didn't stop, but moved aside to the side, as if clearing the road.

Then, a slightly panting breathing could be heard behind him, getting closer, and calling out again.

"director!"

Lu Qian raised his head and looked forward for a while, and then the figure passed the corner of his sight to complete the overtake, and stopped diagonally in front of him very unexpectedly.

"director!"

"I've been calling you, but you haven't stopped. Could it be that at today's ceremony, did we have any bad reception?"

Lu Qian is now finally sure that the person who is calling is himself, his expression is slightly restrained, and he laughs at himself, "Sorry, there are too many directors coming to the scene today, I have to temporarily put away my arrogance and arrogance. Proud, dare not answer casually, I need to keep a low profile."

Light, but with a hint of sarcasm.

Today is Mai Jiaan's funeral. Countless veterans in the industry have attended to **** the legendary composer on his last journey.

Perhaps, compared to the Golden Book Award or the Golden Sparrow Award, the full names of the funerals are all behind the scenes, and there is a lack of familiar actors in front of the scene; however, the star-studded guest lineup is enough to make the media reporters excited. Fainting, this is the legacy that Mai Jiaan has left in the industry for many years.

The director, of course, was no exception. One after another top elders were present. In addition, the composer, photographer, editor, etc. were all on the list.

A random name is thrown out, and it is an existence that can occupy a place in the industry.

In such an occasion, Lu Qian dared not take it big. If someone calls the director, there is a very high chance that the caller should not be him.

The visitor was stunned for a while, and then showed a shallow smile, "Sure enough, the director is as humorous as the legend."

Lu Qian shrugged, "I'm not quite sure what the rumor is, but I reserve the right to deny it."

"Ha." The man chuckled again.

He is a young big boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and there is still some greenness between his eyebrows. Because of the relationship between the baby face, it is difficult to accurately distinguish the age. If it is a college student, there is no sense of disobedience.

Because of the funeral, I wore a white shirt and a black suit, but it seemed a little out of place, as if the child sneaked into his father's suit to prove that he had grown up. The suit was like a bucket on it, and the slightly thin shoulders can't stand it.

At this time, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and a little sweat could be seen on his forehead. Coupled with the ill-fitting suit, his whole body showed greenness.

At the funeral, Lu Qian didn't say hello directly, but if he didn't admit his mistake, this young man should be a disciple of Mai Jiaan.

Mai Jiaan was childless all his life, and his disciples were like children. So, just now this young man stood with Mai Jiaan's wife and saluted the guests.

For this funeral, he was like a spinning top, so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground. All the guests coming and going needed him to entertain. He never expected that he would notice Lu Qian's departure.

The smile on the corner of the visitor's mouth soon disappeared, "Is the director going to leave now? Why don't you plan to stay a little longer?"

Lu Qian showed an apologetic smile, "Sorry, there is still some work to be done. Come and pay tribute to Mr. Mai Jiaan, that's enough."

The visitor looked at Lu Qian seriously, and then said very firmly, "The director actually has a lot of things he wants to complain about, but because this is a funeral, he held back, right?"

Lu Qian raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised, but thinking about it seriously, Mai Jiaan is a freak who plays cards out of common sense, and so should his disciples.

really!

The visitor continued, "Actually, according to the teacher's idea, everyone should dress up today~www.readwn.com~ take out their most gorgeous party costumes, then play rock music, and everyone drinks and dances here. Have a blast and celebrate the end of your life, because that's liberation."

"However, after being rescued from the first critical illness, the teacher told us that he thought about it, it is the awards season, and if this arrangement is made, it will just give those people an excuse to socialize with public relations, but the teacher hates public relations the most in his life. On occasion, he doesn't want to let those people's wishes come true."

"So, the teacher deliberately asked for a solemn and dignified funeral. He said that he wanted to see those people who were not sad at all but had to pretend to be sad."

what!

Ha ha.

Listening and listening, Lu Qian couldn't hold back any longer, and burst into laughter, even though it was really really inappropriate.

"Mr. Mai Jia'an...what a wonderful person."

So, is this the legendary "tomb head dance"?

"Life is amazing."

"We use our cry to announce our own birth, and at the same time, others use our cry to announce our own death, the beginning and the end of life are the same, around the cry, in a way of screaming and shouting, everyone's life form a circle."

"Obviously we are born without control, we can't control our cry, but at least we can control the ceremony of the moment of departure, instead of crying, we should use a smile, a carnival, a party, to celebrate a life The end of the movie is like when the movie ends, applauding because it is wonderful, and applauding because it is gorgeous."

"Mr. Mai Jia'an's life is worth a 15-minute thunderous applause." Click to download the APP of this site, massive novels, free to read!