"Teacher Qu, please comment."
A powerful voice echoed in the recording hall.
Chang Li was awakened by the sound and sat upright in a daze.
He raised his head, faced the camera, and showed a faint smile.
The fleeting smile appeared on that slightly tired face, like a piece of wall jade that had been washed away, making people unable to help but hold their breath.
As a successful actor, this is really illegal.
The recording room was silent for a moment, and the next second, excited screams suddenly appeared.
Chang Li pressed his eyebrows and said, "I have nothing to say.
The previous teachers have already finished what I want to say."
In fact, he had been distracted and didn't even notice the girl's performance on the stage.
The obviously confusing words obviously did not fool the host, but he would not easily offend the great actor Chang Li, so he still nodded with a smile.
"Okay, all four instructors have made their comments.
Now, the real decision-making power is in your hands.
Please cast your crucial vote."
The host's passionate voice echoed in the recording studio, and the audience's emotions had been aroused.
They couldn't help but howl loudly and vote for their favorite contestants.
This game is the semi-finals, where the top eight will be competed, and the championship will be competed in the finals.
All in all, this is a singing competition.
God knows how someone from the film and television industry, Chang Li, could serve as a judge in this type of competition.
Maybe my mind was temporarily confused.
He relaxed again and fell on the soft chair, looking particularly relaxed.
The other three instructors didn't know what they were worried about, but they didn't tease him.
Qu Changli's state today doesn't look right.
In the circle, one has to fight for luck or confidence, and Qu Changli has both luck and confidence, so people like them naturally don't want to mess with him.
On the stage, after hearing Qu Changli's words, the contestants who were favored by the judges had a flash of surprise in their eyes.
In her past life, her favorite actor has always been Qu Changli.
This time when she participated in this show, what she wanted most was his comments.
Unexpectedly, Qu Changli didn't listen at all.
A hint of haze flashed in the eyes of the girl with slightly lowered eyelashes.
She longed to love and be loved.
She enjoyed everyone's attention and the satisfaction of standing on the stage and being stared at with loving eyes.
She didn't like being ignored, not very much.
But Changli was not in the mood to pay attention to other professions at this time.
Actor, he didn't have much feeling about this profession, if it only refers to acting.
But if there are some other side effects, such as being under the eyes of everyone and being criticized by everyone, he doesn't like it.
He had always disliked it, and not just when the main consciousness came.
Born as a child star, his choice to become an actor was not his will, but came from a man, a paranoid man.
his father.
His mother is an actress, a popular actor all over the country, and an actor who is so deeply involved in acting that she can't get out of it.
She chose to completely integrate into the play, and just like the character she played, she ended her life with a sharp knife.
And Changli's father had gone crazy from the moment she died.
In other words, sober and crazy.
There was nothing unusual about his appearance.
Even at his mother's funeral, he looked very sad but still remembered to care about his son.
But in fact, he was paranoid to the extreme.
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When my mother died, her blood dripped on the ground, like dead roses with a fishy smell.
He planted the entire manor with roses, and only planted the kind that were as red as blood.
The mother once said that she hoped that her children could inherit her will and follow her path, so he forced the young Chang Li to become a child star.
His mother once said that even if she passed away, he would still live well.
Then he struggled hard for more than 20 years and is still lingering.
Thinking of the man lying on the hospital bed, restrained on the surface but crazy on the inside, a trace of irony escaped from the corner of Chang Li's mouth.
He had already had the strength to resist, and he had been fighting against that man one after another over the years, with great results.
The reason why I have always stayed in this circle is probably because I have obsessive-compulsive disorder and want to be the best in everything.
However, just now he felt that his obsessive-compulsive disorder seemed to be getting better, and he was no longer so obsessed with reaching the top.
Changli was just thinking about his own things, and he didn't pay attention to the girl walking towards the stage at all.
Of course, he still had a calm expression on his face, and most people couldn't tell that he was distracted.
He has little schedule recently.
After finishing the recording of the show, he is going to go to his house in this city.
This house was bought after he became financially free.
It did not belong to his mother's inheritance or a gift from his father, so he could live in peace.
In order to force him to bow his head, the old guy can use any means, even economic sanctions are a piece of cake.
If they were not blood father and son, Changli would have to go to the filming with Mucang behind his back.
Compared to his wife's last wish, his son is nothing.
If he is asked to become an actor, he has to go.
Therefore, under such circumstances, it is not easy to still appear healthy after a long separation.
It stands to reason that children who come out of such a family will generally have some psychological problems.
Indifferent, withdrawn, rebellious, stubborn, distrustful of others, and stingy in giving to feelings may all become his labels.
But on the contrary, once you are truly emotionally moved, you will never look back.
Even if you are shattered to pieces, you will not give up.
But this is a normal label, but Changli does not fall into this category, even though his external behavior is very similar to those children.
He does not lack love, and does not pursue things similar to emotions such as family, love, and friendship, purely because it is not necessary.
The indifference caused by wanting to have something but never being able to have it is completely different from the indifference caused by never expecting to have something.
The former will long for and look forward to it, while the latter's heart will be as still as water, with nothing to desire.
Whether you come or not, it makes no difference.
Whether you give more or less, it doesn’t matter.
The less you want, the more invincible you seem to be.
His agent is more like his life assistant, less like his collaborator and more like his subordinate.
Seeing Zhang Li approaching with a tired look on his face, his manager, who had exquisite makeup and an imposing manner, also rarely showed signs of fatigue: "Mr.
Lao Qu has sent me some more scripts."
Changli: "Let him go."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell on the car seat.
He couldn't hide the black and blue under his eyes.
The agent was a little unsure of what he meant, and then asked: "Do you mean" whether to accept the script carefully selected by Mr.
Lao Qu?
Although she didn't have a good impression of Mr.
Qu, and was even a little afraid of him after learning about Mr.
Qu, these carefully selected scripts were indeed rare.
There is a great chance of helping Qu Changli win the prize.
At first, she thought she was sending these scripts because Mr.
Lao Qu loved his son very much and lamented in her heart that a wealthy family was not without family affection.
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But later, after learning more about the family, she realized that Mr.
Lao Qu was not out of love for his son, but a kind of crazy persecution.
In that house with a strange atmosphere, the agent who suddenly found out the truth of some things was shocked.
From then on, she never stepped into the Qu family's old house again, even when she was sending her elder brother away.
Stop outside the door.
There was nothing I could do, it was really crowded there.
Although I haven't had much work recently, Chang Li feels very tired.
This exhaustion is even worse than the exhaustion of filming martial arts scenes for three consecutive months.
It was as if a complicated formation had been carefully arranged, which not only consumed a lot of spiritual energy, but also consumed a lot of mental energy, making both body and mind exhausted.
A kind of weariness welled up from the depths of his soul, making him want to fall asleep more than deal with these messy things.
He moved his arm slightly, and the hand on his forehead moved away a little, and his tired expression was no longer concealed.
Those eyes that looked very clear to outsiders were extremely calm at this time: "No shooting."
The tone was a little soft and the voice was a little hoarse.
His calm eyes were like a waveless lake, peaceful and unfocused, but the agent knew that layers of solid ice had already formed beneath the lake.
She nodded, indicating that she understood what he meant.
She asked again: "Where's Mr.
Lao Qu?"
She meant that she would deal with it for him.
Over the years of dealing with that half-mad, half-dead old man, the agent has developed a heart of steel, and is not so afraid of the old man's crazy aura.
But at this time, Chang Li suddenly said: "It's okay, I'll tell him personally."
The agent was a little surprised.
Wasn't Qu Daying the best actor always impatient to deal with the old man?
At this time, he saw the corner of Chang Li's mouth curl up a little tiredly: "I will tell him personally to stop his thoughts."
Speak clearly to save the old man endless troubles.
The agent nodded again.
She felt that she understood what the great actor Qu was thinking, but she also felt that there was something she had not thought clearly about.
She thought what Changli was talking about was a script incident this time, but she didn't expect that what Changli was talking about was about withdrawing from the circle.
Chang Li casually picked up the two printed scripts, which looked particularly thick, and flipped them over a few times, and the sarcasm on his face slowly disappeared.
The corners of his mouth were flat, as if there was no emotion from beginning to end.
One script tells a story about a protagonist with multiple personalities exploring the spiritual world, and the atmosphere is more melancholic.
Another script tells the story of a man who has great ups and downs.
The loser finally gives up everything he holds in his hands and his own personality and life story.
The atmosphere is biased towards fierce confrontation and painful struggle.
Both scripts are literary films, and they both seem to be aiming for awards.
If Chang Li really takes part in the show, he will have to put in a lot of effort, and his mental condition may also suffer.
As soon as he let go of his hand, the script fell on the table.
He raised his hand again and placed it on his forehead.
He was really tired.
Every time he fuses a soul fragment, his soul will be perfected, and the fusion of souls will bring about not only deep fatigue and embarrassment, but also boredom.
Agent Jing Qiao subconsciously relaxed her breathing.
She was a little afraid of this employer who was younger than her, but more than anything, she was grateful.
She, a person with no outstanding academic qualifications, experience, or connections, was able to stay by his side for so many years, thanks to the support of the best actor Qu Da.
Although she knew that the reason why the great actor Qu wanted her to be his manager after he became an adult was because he wanted to rebel against Mr.
Qu.
However, she couldn't help but feel grateful that a job with such a high salary fell on her, who had just graduated from college.
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It was also because of this appreciation that the manager endured the threat of Madman Qu and made it all the way to where he is now.
Even during pregnancy, she still tried her best to complete the work at hand and not to cause trouble for the long separation.
In fact, Changli didn't require Jing Qiao to work so hard.
She was pregnant, so she just took a break and was angry with the old madman.
Filming is still the same thing, although he sometimes does his best because of his obsessive-compulsive disorder.
But when his obsessive-compulsive disorder got better, he became very lazy, thinking about how to be lazy from time to time.
After returning to that house, which was not big but had relatively good privacy, Chang Li used the Qing Jing Jue.
No, he hadn't practiced it in this life.
So he tidied himself up honestly, then fell on the bed and fell asleep.
This sleep lasted three days and three nights.
Although he hasn't eaten for three days, Chang Li's energy is not bad, and his condition is better than before falling asleep.
The fatigue lingering between his brows and eyes has all dissipated, and his whole person is like jasper washed away from dust, revealing some peace and leisure.
He fell lazily on the balcony.
On the TV in the room, the preview of the program that Chang Li participated in was playing.
He didn't need to think about it to know that his performance was definitely not very good.
After all, he didn't have much sense of variety shows, and even the script was just a stiff one.
The morning breeze was blowing slowly, and the sun did not hit this side.
The chill in the wind slowly covered it, causing some small water droplets to seep out of the pots of succulents placed on the balcony.
Not dead yet Chang Li looked lazily at the pots of succulents, which were full of vitality and were obviously growing just right.
It's just that the appearance is not that good-looking.
The fat leaves have become flat, just like steamed buns that have been photographed into sesame seeds.
The delicate new leaves grow uncontrollably and have no sense of beauty at all.
This is not like a pot of succulents, but more like a pot of weeds, well, weeds with some strange leaves.
Not interesting.
Chang Li looked away again, and the purple energy rose to the east.
Although it did not rise on his side, the purple energy could indeed bring him some benefits, so he would just wait.
In fact, I don't care much about Zi Qi, I'm just too lazy to move.
In the great morning light, what are you doing jumping around?
Wouldn't it be better to just stay there lazily like him?
What he forgot was that he had not yet replied to Old Man Qu
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