Old Man Qu was able to keep his composure and did not look for him immediately when the news broke.
Changli spent a wonderful night happily, completely ignoring the ups and downs on the Internet.
As for the words from fans asking him not to withdraw from the circle, he didn't care at all.
There are so many things in this world that are irreplaceable.
It's just an actor.
If he's gone, he's gone.
Within a few months, most people will forget about him.
Sometimes, it doesn't even take a few months.
Changli has always believed that he will not be irreplaceable to anyone, except himself.
Finally, under the strong pressure of his manager, he launched a live broadcast to officially notify him of his withdrawal.
There was no formal ceremony, but it was a formal notice.
He held a small showerhead and leisurely watered the succulents growing on the balcony, looking extremely comfortable.
There was still some chill in the early morning fog, and Changli yawned, a little dissatisfied with the live broadcast time set by Jingqiao.
As soon as the live broadcast room was suddenly opened, everyone was shocked when they saw several pots of succulents that looked too careless. "" A long and scattered voice came from the side: "They look good, don't they?"
The camera moved, and everyone saw the hand watering the flowers.
It was as slender as jade, but also had some thin calluses, and did not appear weak at all.
Rows of good-looking pictures appeared on the screen.
If it were before, they would have done it the other way around and used very literary words to explain these hot ugliness.
But now, in order to coax this great actor, they decided to go against their will.
I praise these pots of weeds.
But Changli didn't buy it, he still said lazily: "I know you are lying to me."
As if infected by him, the pots of succulents also became lazy.
The water poured down slid on their leaves and fell slowly like an old turtle walking.
The audience kept repeating: "No, I won't lie to you."
"No, no, no, we are telling the truth, we mean it."
"How could I possibly lie to you?
This potted flower is really well-raised.
I guarantee it with my agricultural certificate that I have taken for ten years.
These succulents are the best-raised ones I have ever seen."
Chang Li chuckled, then shook his head slightly: "I don't believe it."
The live broadcast room was stunned.
Chang Li looked at Jing Qiao, who was also dumbfounded: "What are you standing there looking at?
Come on, since the audience loves these succulents so much, why don't you get closer and give them a close-up?"
The black line on Jing Qiao's forehead was about to pop out: "You can rely on your skills."
It was obviously a solemn and sad farewell ceremony, although it was reluctant but free and easy.
Why did he make it look like this?
Changli: "How am I unreliable?"
Jing Qiao: "You are not reliable anywhere."
She was about to give a few words of advice when she heard Chang Li say, "You haven't paid your bonus this month.
I allow you to say it again."
Jing Qiao took a deep breath: "How can you be unreliable?
You are reliable everywhere."
Chang Li nodded casually, and then said affirmatively: "That's right."
Then he pointed directly at the camera.
The photographer holding the camera was startled by him and his hands shook.
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The audience in the live broadcast room was happily listening to her quarrel with her manager, and the words of her complaints were passing by, and they saw him suddenly turning around, and that very familiar, yet unfamiliar face appeared in an instant. in front of them.
Then, he smiled softly.
Silence, the live broadcast room fell into a deathly silence, and then an overwhelming exclamation mark came.
"I never realized he was so handsome before."
Changli's tone was calm: "We've agreed beforehand that we won't make any trouble."
He put down the shower head in his hand, and then put his hands on the legs that were crossed: "I'm going to quit the circle.
I will no longer film, and I will no longer consider myself an actor, so don't call me the Greatest Movie King again." , and don’t call me Boss Qu again.”
At this time, the manager who couldn't restrain his complaints suddenly interrupted: "Then what should I call you?"
Chang Li glanced at her: "You are different.
You are still my employee.
Please shut up before the contract is terminated."
Jing Qiao closed her mouth in frustration.
There was another row of hahaha in the live broadcast room.
Changli turned around: "You are not allowed to cry or do impulsive things.
No matter how noisy you are, if I withdraw from the circle, those things have nothing to do with me.
No matter how big the noise is, I will not pay any attention to it, so don't Noisy."
He emphasized: "I will not tell lies."
He looked straight at the camera, and his eyes, as clear as ice, were calm and unruffled, unable to reveal any other emotions at all.
But anyone who looked directly at these eyes could see the seriousness and confusion in them.
Careful indifference.
A sense of panic suddenly rose from the bottom of their hearts.
The fans who had been in a daze before finally realized that it was true that Qu Changli said he wanted to withdraw from the circle.
Before he could say the words of retention and sadness, he heard Chang Li say: "I have said everything that needs to be said, and I have finished saying what I was too lazy to tell you.
There is nothing to miss, and there is nothing to be obsessed with.
I would like to say this formally, I am Qu Changli and officially withdraw from the circle.”
After saying that, he gestured to Jing Qiao to turn off the live broadcast.
In just a few minutes, he had finished what he wanted to say, and everyone felt a sense of disbelief.
Including Forsythia, she hesitated and asked: "Do you have anything else to say?"
Chang Li glanced at her.
Qing Jun's face was shrouded in the morning light, giving him a distant indifference and insouciance.
He said: "What else do you want me to say?"
He shook his head: "There is nothing to say.
I never live in the expectations of others, and I never think that I am irreplaceable.
I can just leave.
Why bother to say more?"
He turned his head and said, "You are too long-winded."
The rambling words coming out of his mouth made his profile look tinged with indifference.
He looked at the steel jungle not far away and leaned back leisurely on his chair.
Jing Qiao had no choice but to signal the photographer to turn off the live broadcast.
But the fans in the live broadcast room all wanted to stop.
Jing Qiao looked at the words of reluctance and reluctance, and finally couldn't bear it.
She sighed and secretly signaled to the photographer not to turn off the live broadcast yet.
He stayed up until midnight last night and was woken up by Jing Qiao in the morning.
Chang Li was already very tired.
Facing the misty morning light, he took a nap like this.
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The spring breeze blew past him, gently and softly, blowing away all the chill, silently surrounding him, and then left leisurely.
The assorted fleshy and fat leaves growing on the balcony began to sway gently, and the natural and quiet atmosphere quietly dispersed.
On such an ordinary morning, the viewers in the live broadcast room just looked at a figure from behind.
Hour.
There were many little girls sitting in front of their mobile phones, shedding tears, their eyes as red as rabbits.
Some old fans couldn't help but sigh, but they also knew that Qu Changli had long been tired of it, so they just silently said a few precious words and left silently.
The people who were waiting to watch the excitement felt inexplicably calm when they saw this eerily quiet scene, and then left quietly.
This live broadcast ended at noon.
People kept coming and leaving.
When the live broadcast room was finally closed, too many fans cried out in tears: "You have to be well."
Changli was startled when he saw this sentence, and then he nodded gently: "Okay."
Without any warning, the live broadcast room went black.
Everyone was stunned.
They felt that this person was really going to disappear before their eyes.
Not the real Qu Changli, but Qu Changli, the great actor who has been in the film industry for more than ten years.
From today on, there will no longer be the best actor Qu Changli in the world, but only Qu Changli who has lost all labels.
Bathed in the midday sunshine, Chang Li smiled broadly: Although I have never lived for them, it is not too much of a failure along the way.
Even though we walk mostly thorny roads, we can occasionally pick a rose.
Jing Qiao, who had already packed up everything, stood silently aside, the exaggerated power on her face had subsided: "Go back to the old house."
Chang Li nodded, not bothering to argue with her about the little move she just made.
Tonight, on the way to the old house, looking at the endless traffic, Chang Li sighed deeply and died again.
He failed again.
Jing Qiao only thought that he was in a sad mood because of what happened before, and became more and more cautious.
There was already someone waiting in front of the Qu family's old house.
This time it was no longer the smart and capable assistant from last time, but the old housekeeper of the Qu family's old house.
There were deep wrinkles on his face, but his body was still strong.
When he saw Qu Changli, he sighed helplessly: "Young master, be careful."
The old housekeeper is a generation older than Old Man Qu.
He has watched these two generations grow up, so he naturally understands the grudges and grudges that happened in the Qu family very well.
From a standpoint, he should listen to the words of Old Man Qu, the head of the Qu family, but emotionally, he sympathizes more with this young master who is like a puppet.
He was old and didn't want to pay so much attention to it, so at the gate of the old house, the old housekeeper advised: "Since you already have the path you want to take, then don't worry about it.
Mr.
Qu can't control it long ago."
"You, you don't need to change your mind because of his obsession.
In fact, you don't have to come today."
What he means is that you can turn around and leave after you come.
Chang Li doesn't have to see his crazy father.
Chang Li said to the old housekeeper in a gentle tone: "It doesn't matter, it's just a meeting.
He can't do anything to me."
A mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "If I don't come here, how can I make him give up?"
In fact, he could make Old Man Qu give up even if he came or not.
He just wanted to make the old man angry again.
The old housekeeper had no choice but to lead him in.
Old Man Qu had already received the news.
As before, he stood in front of the large rose bush in the main house and watered it very carefully.
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When he is in a good mood, this large area of roses is his darling.
When he is in a bad mood, this large area of roses becomes his venting object.
Under the soil where only red roses have been planted so far, there are still many fertilizers made from rose petals.
Not only because the scene when his wife died was like a rose blooming, but also because his wife’s favorite thing during her lifetime was red roses.
After Changli arrived, the old man still put away his pretentious posture.
He said in a casual tone: "Here he comes."
As if nothing happened at all.
But Changli could see his inner unrest, because the old man had never spoken to him in such a polite tone before.
Although I'm talking about an old man, Qu Pingsong is actually not old at all.
He is still elegant and calm in his fifties, and looks just like he is in his forties.
If he didn't show his crazy side, he would probably be regarded as a popular person. uncle.
He slowly turned his head, looked at his grown-up son, narrowed his eyes, and said in an unfamiliar tone: "You have grown up."
How dare you disobey him so openly.
Saying such words, there was no trace of emotion in his tone.
Changli nodded in approval: "Isn't that right?
If I haven't grown up after more than twenty years, then I won't be a retard like you, Mr.
Qu.
What a retard."
After living for more than twenty years, I still look like a fool."
There was no irony in his tone, but the irony was revealed in every syllable.
The aura around Old Man Qu instantly became dangerous, and that sharp, extreme feeling filled his body: "What did you say?"
Chang Li: "I haven't seen you for just half a year, and your hearing has declined again.
That's really gratifying."
He sighed deeply, as if he was really happy.
Old Man Qu looked at this very familiar face, but he didn't see anything similar to his wife's.
He was a little angry.
After more than thirty years of careful training, he still had little resemblance to his mother.
Even the face he inherited from his mother had a particularly strange expression.
They are two completely different people, Qu Pingsong has always known, but he always can't help but pursue the same color.
That is, the love for acting and the crazy pursuit of different colors of life.
Not the same.
His wife was like an ever-changing little witch, sometimes like a white dove just about to fly, peaceful and comfortable, sometimes like a cunning fox, smart but annoying, sometimes like a The gentle wind slowly echoes around you.
He was attracted to the woman with a bad character like a little devil, fell in love with her, got married, and gave birth to a child, but in the end he could not keep her.
The person she loved most was to become someone else, someone completely different from herself.
The wanton, joyful and mysterious feeling fascinated her so much that she was willing to give her life.
He stared straight at the son who no longer looked up to him.
The showerhead in his hand fell down with a squirt, and his tone became dangerous and unpredictable: "You are too presumptuous."
Chang Li: "Otherwise, I'll be locked up like you and be a fool at the mercy of others."
A fool enslaved by emotion.
Qu Pingsong took a deep breath: "When your mother was still alive, she always said that when you grow up, you will step into the entertainment industry like her and inherit her mantle.
You should like acting just like your mother. " Changli: "Oh."
He sneered lightly: "Why should I listen to her?
She doesn't love me."
"Even if she loves me, I won't listen to her
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