Disaster Artist

Dealing with death is a gesture. Looking back and reminiscing about one's life, only those who are truly confident, only those who truly have no regrets and no regrets, can welcome their curtain call with such a calm and relaxed attitude— —

Compared with tears, applause and cheers are the best farewells.

We can't choose our own birth, but at least we can choose our own goodbye.

Mai Jiaan's open-mindedness and unrestrainedness can be seen from the choice of the funeral, which once again proves that this talented composer has a legendary and special life.

However, after thinking about it, Lu Qian couldn't help but feel sad.

It is a pity that they have known each other for too short a time, and they have never had a formal face-to-face conversation. He seems to have missed a good teacher and friend in this way.

Thinking of this, Lu Qian turned around and looked behind him again, staring quietly and deeply.

The young man seemed to be able to read Lu Qian's mind, "The teacher said before that the director is a unique person, and you can definitely understand the teacher's thoughts."

"Thoughts and concepts that are shocking in the eyes of others may be ordinary in the eyes of the director."

"The teacher particularly likes the director's conception of 'lover'. The teacher said that it looks orderly on the surface, but at heart it is a lawless person."

"The teacher also said, don't underestimate the director. He is very disciplined now, but maybe one day in the future, the entire Lanchuan will be completely overturned."

Lu Qian was stunned. He and Mai Jiaan only contacted by email and text message, and never met, but how did Mai Jiaan know the blueprint of Blue Whale Pictures?

The young man looked at Lu Qian's stunned expression, and was somewhat restrained, "I'm sorry, director, the teacher has no ill intentions, he just..."

Lu Qian laughed happily and waved his hands again and again, "It's okay, don't worry, I'm just surprised, Mr. Mai Jiaan, he really understands me."

The young man showed some smug looks, "The teacher also said that you understand him. Therefore, the teacher himself especially likes the soundtrack of 'Love'."

"In order to make the soundtrack for 'The Lover', the teacher deliberately postponed the work of the two projects, but the teacher has no regrets at all. 'The Lover' is the last work that the teacher completed all the soundtrack work before his death."

The lightly written, unpretentious words fell in Lu Qian's ears, but inexplicable sadness came from it, and an indescribable sadness swept his heart.

It turned out that behind the soundtrack work of "Love", there is such a story, so light but so moving.

However, before he had time to get acquainted with the rebellious and unruly bosom friend who went his own way, they were already separated from yin and yang, and they just left a work as the only bond between them.

Throughout the funeral, Lu Qian remained calm, but at this time his eyes were slightly red uncontrollably.

Some embarrassed.

But unexpectedly, Lu Qian didn't want to hide it, but looked at the young man in front of him with tears in his eyes, and his smile rose slightly.

"Thank you for telling me this, thank you."

Originally, this was supposed to be the occasion to **** Mai Jiaan on his last journey, but he did not expect that it was Lu Qian who received psychological comfort.

Lu Qian likes Mai Jiaan.

Because Mai Jiaan's soundtrack really injected vitality into the "lover", and it was also an opportunity for Lu Qian to further open up the situation in the director's work, which also gave Lu Qian a better understanding of the film. Obviously, the image and sound are still There is more room for expansion to enrich the three-dimensional effect of the viewing experience.

For film creation, Lu Qian still has a lot to learn.

However, Lu Qian never imagined that in real life outside of his profession, Mai Jiaan is also such an interesting person, who can not only understand Lu Qian's thoughts, but also spy on the lawlessness in Lu Qian's bones.

Perhaps, in essence, they are all the same kind of people.

Unfortunately, it's too late to meet you.

If you haven't had time to understand it well, you've already missed it.

Realizing this, Lu Qian became more and more sad.

The eyes of the young man in front of him also turned red, but he took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, and regained his smile.

"The teacher said that you are not suitable to be friends. The best way is to maintain a certain distance and then cooperate, because you are too similar, and if you meet, the situation may be very bad."

"Haha. I can't argue with that."

Lu Qian laughed happily, and the hearty laughter alarmed the crows resting above the treetops, and the birds flew around.

The strangers who passed by one after another cast their gazes, one or two couldn't believe their own eyes, why did some people smile so happily at the funeral?

Lu Qian didn't mind this.

"They should think I've lost my mind, but think about it seriously, there are too many uncertain factors for the lunatic at the funeral, so it's best not to provoke it easily."

The self-deprecating words made the young man in front of him also clapp his hands and laugh.

The young man looked at Lu Qian seriously, but soon realized that his eyes were too direct and impolite, and quickly turned his head away.

"I made a special trip to catch up because the teacher was really happy when he created the work "Love", and he has always been full of praise for you."

"So I think, you should want to know that."

Lu Qian raised his jaw slightly, and continued following the other party's words, "In addition, by the way, what does the guy who is talking about Mr. Mai Jiaan look like?"

No wonder!

It's no wonder that Lu Qian left the funeral, thinking he was silent, but he was discovered; now, it seems that everyone should be paying attention to his every move at the funeral today~www.NovelMTL.com~ The thoughts of young people have been poke. Bro, a little embarrassed, but still nodded in affirmation.

Lu Qian laughed and stretched out his right hand, "I haven't officially introduced myself yet. When we first met, I'm Lu Qian, a director."

The young man hesitated for a while, and also held Lu Qian's right hand, "I'm Wu Yuqing, a composer, oh, no, in the teacher's words, it should be a trainee composer, I haven't graduated yet."

"Apprentice composers are also composers. Every master has gone through the apprentice stage before they become brilliant, but we can't deny their major because of their apprenticeship." Lu Qian shook Wu Yuqing's right hand heavily. , "Accurately speaking, I am also a junior director. From the perspective of creative years, this is indeed the case."

The smile on Wu Yuqing's face rose lightly, and his eyes revealed a little shyness and restraint. Obviously, he wasn't old enough. "But judging from the director's actions, it doesn't look like a junior at all."

Wu Yuqing's gaze did not face Lu Qian, but...meaning something.

Lu Qian followed Wu Yuqing's line of sight and turned to look, and immediately understood, "If I were in that world, I should have been expelled from the directorship."

Wu Yuqing laughed directly.

These two people are talking like a riddle, what are they talking about?

In fact, it was the funeral that was going on behind him.

Funerals were supposed to be an occasion to pay tribute to the dead and comfort the living, but in the bizarre entertainment industry, they went off track.

Entertainment to death, entertainment to death, perhaps, there is no problem at all in the literal meaning of this sentence. Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!