Disaster Artist

Hahaha!

The laughter was really too presumptuous, and the air rippled in layers, so that the distant sight also noticed the riot here.

A funeral is a funeral after all.

Even Lu Qian and Wu Yuqing could not avoid stepping into Mai Jiaan's trap, especially Wu Yuqing, as a disciple, his behavior may not be appropriate.

Therefore, the two of them quickly restrained their laughter, restrained their expressions somewhat cautiously, and tried their best to pretend that nothing happened.

However, the two people's eyes collided inadvertently, and then they found that the two of them were also tied with their hands and feet. The scene became more ironic, absurd and joyful, with a halo of complaining, I have to say , Mai Jiaan really saw through everything.

The rise of the corners of his mouth was difficult to control.

As a result, someone passed by, looking like they were about to leave, and then scolded.

"The world is going down!"

"Funeral! Funeral here! Show some respect! Don't you feel ashamed?"

respect?

shame?

So, who the **** lacks respect? And who should be ashamed?

Lu Qian and Wu Yuqing exchanged glances, and then both caught absurd smiles between each other's eyebrows, surging faintly.

puff.

Hahaha!

Unable to bear it any longer, Lu Qian and Wu Yuqing both laughed and laughed.

In the eyes of other people, these two guys are simply insane.

But as everyone knows, in the eyes of these two guys, it is so pathetic and stupid for people who are afraid to avoid and try to pretend their respect but all their minds are on social PR.

Maybe, this is the truth in life-

They looked at each other like idiots and firmly believed that they were the only ones in possession of the truth, and that everyone was trapped in their own "truth".

So, who is the fool?

With a smile, he climbed up to the corner of Lu Qian's mouth, and his mood suddenly became bright. At this moment, he really felt the spirit of Mai Jiaan, and the respect and respect from his heart rose spontaneously.

He admired Mai Jiaan's professionalism, and even more admired Mai Jiaan's spirit. He was a free, unrestrained and unrestrained soul who always insisted on his true self until the last moment of his life.

"I really hope Mr. Mai Jiaan can win the Golden Book Award once."

Lu Qian admits that he is also unavoidable. No matter how the school's public relations are, the Golden Book Award is still the highest award voted by peers in the industry.

Not for the "lover", but purely for Mai Jiaan, Lu Qian always believed that Mai Jiaan deserves the recognition of a Golden Book Award.

"Of course, it doesn't mean that the Golden Book Award is so important and unique. Even if you don't win the award, you won't lose the teacher's excellence. The work is always the best proof. It just means that Mr. Mai Jiaan deserves it."

Rarely, Lu Qian also explained one more sentence.

Wu Yuqing showed a friendly smile and nodded lightly, "Director, I understand what you mean."

Lu Qian spread his hands, "Okay, I admit, I'm not as arrogant and proud as I have shown myself. In fact, I still care about the Golden Book Award."

A frank and frank appearance, full of sincerity.

"Where's Mr. Mai Jia'an? Does he care too?" Lu Qian was a little curious.

Wu Yuqing's expression is also full of sincerity, "The teacher said that he will not change himself for the Golden Book Award, but if the academy is willing to award him a trophy, he will definitely accept it happily."

Lu Qian chewed it for a while, and then his eyebrows stretched out, "The teacher can still see clearly, this is the wisdom of life."

Wu Yuqing waved his hand, "The teacher himself said that of course he also cares. In fact, we are all lay people. Who can refuse those trophies?"

"It's just that if you need to change yourself for the trophy, and you need to cater to others through public relations, then the award will become a kind of transaction. Even if you finally win the award, the price doesn't seem to be worth it."

The corners of Lu Qian's mouth rose lightly, "In fact, isn't life like this? We make a choice, in order to get some, we have to give some, not every time can be exchanged equally, so in the end, we still need to do it ourselves. Judge and then go out of your way."

Wu Yuqing opened his mouth slightly, his face full of astonishment.

Lu Qian didn't know why, "What's wrong?"

Wu Yuqing waved his hands again and again, "No, it's just... the teacher said something similar."

The more he thinks about it, the more magical it becomes, Wu Yuqing can't help but sigh, "Director, no wonder the teacher said that he hopes to continue to work with you on more works. He said that he can't see through you, but he wants to continue to explore in your creative world, He thought it was an interesting challenge."

Some moved.

Although Lu Qian has been rolling in Lanchuan for two years and has achieved a series of dazzling achievements, the recognition from Mai Jiaan is another matter.

Lu Qian burst into a big smile, dispelling the sadness and loss in his heart, "So, what about the Golden Book Award ceremony? Are you attending instead of the teacher?"

If "Love" wins the Best Score Award, then someone needs to take the stage to accept the award in place of Mak Ka On, and Wu Yuqing should be the most suitable candidate.

Unexpectedly, Wu Yuqing shook his head, "I won't be attending this year."

"Oh why?"

"The teacher said that I should not live under his shadow. Although I am his disciple, I should also be Wu Yuqing, a professional composer. Maybe, one day in the future, I will rely on my own work to win the nomination, Maybe not, but no matter what, I should strive for these as my own, rather than be remembered as a 'Mai Jia'an disciple'."

Wise, transparent, at the same time sincerely thinking of Wu Yuqing——

Mai Jiaan knows~www.readwn.com~ Even if he doesn't have much to say, people in the industry know that Wu Yuqing is his disciple, so there should be no shortage of job opportunities in the future, but Wu Yuqing cannot live in his shadow all the time. Otherwise, artistic creation will never find its own color.

Wu Yuqing also understood Mai Jiaan's intentions, and showed a big smile to Lu Qian, "If the teacher really wins the award, I think the director should come on stage, because the director is the one who understands the teacher best; moreover, the work 'Love' is a The result of the collaboration between the director and the teacher, isn't it?"

If Wu Yuqing did not attend instead, then the "Love" crew would need to arrange members to accept the award instead of Mai Jiaan. Wu Yuqing gave a choice.

Lu Qian really hadn't considered this option, but he's not in a hurry for the time being, "Let's pray that the teacher can get his affirmation."

Step, pause for a moment.

Lu Qian turned around again, looking from a distance, the public relations of Vanity Fair were still going on. Obviously, they didn't give up so easily.

In the crowd, Lu Qian saw Mai Jia'an's wife, dressed in a long dress, her face was serene, gentle and elegant, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with her, she just stood quietly beside the coffin, accompanying the Mai Jia. After Ann walked the last leg, even the sunlight that fell on her became gentle.

In the end, Lu Qian retracted his gaze and patted Wu Yuqing on the shoulder, "Wait until I greet my wife, it's too noisy today, so I'll visit you another day."

Wu Yuqing nodded heavily.

Then, Lu Qian stepped forward and walked away. Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!