Qu Pingsong: "You should become an actor."
He seemed to be angry at Changli's words, his voice was trembling, as if he was enduring something.
Chang Li: "There is never anything that should be done in the world, only what I have to do and the willingness to do it.
Do you think I have to be an actor, or am I willing to be an actor?"
Qu Pingsong, he took a deep breath: "Why are you disobedient?"
Changli: "I only listen to people's words."
This sentence seemed to curse him, but Changli always felt that Qu Pingsong had been a human being and a ghost in the past thirty years.
Qu Pingsong: "You" He coughed twice, his voice was very deep, as if he was about to vomit blood.
He wanted to step forward and hold Chang Li's shoulders, but Chang Li gave up his hand slightly.
He said, "I want to be tough."
He asked Mucang to force him to act.
He sneered: "When have I never kept my words?"
When he was a child, he said that he didn't like acting.
No matter how many acclaimed roles he played in the past 20 years, no matter how many awards he won, no matter how many people admired him, he never liked acting.
Profession.
When he was a child, he said that he would not expect or care about his mother, but in the past 20 years, he has never shed a tear for his mother.
When he was a child, he said that he would not be at the mercy of Qu Pingsong.
Over the past twenty years, he had not been preparing for escape for a moment.
He believes in his own words far more than he listens to what others say.
Qu Ping chanted: "The road is already halfway gone."
He covered his heart with one hand, seeming very uncomfortable.
But Changli stood aside and watched coldly, with no intention of stepping forward to help him.
He said: "That is not the path I want to take.
As long as I don't want to, no matter how high I go, I will turn around, even if I have already stood."
When I reach the top, I will jump directly from the top.”
Therefore, Changli's sudden decision to give up acting was actually a way to keep himself.
If he really reaches the top according to Qu Pingsong's wish, then the day he reaches the top will be the anniversary of his death.
No matter how hard he struggled, there was only one way in front of him.
He could see the vast world, but he could only be trapped in a narrow well.
He could save himself, but his retreat was cut off by his only relative.
The struggle back and forth between the desire to survive and self-loathing, and the aversion to interpreting other people's lives, has reached its peak on this road.
The road is long and far away, and the only way to go is death.
Because he was forced to lower his proud head, tied up by family ties and sunk into the smelly quagmire, and his last hope was cut off by his unwillingness to resist.
He would not survive.
Even with Azure's salvation, he wouldn't survive.
He has completely abandoned himself.
Qu Pingsong took two steps back: "I'm doing this for your own good."
He lowered his head and could only see his trembling cheeks, but his tone was ferocious enough.
This man who had always been elegant and sharp finally showed a crazy and sad scene: "Why don't you listen to me?
Why don't you listen to me?"
he murmured.
Chang Li: "I only listen to myself.
Whether it's you or her, you are only qualified to be my guide, but you will not become the kite string that binds me.
She is dead, but I am still alive.
I will not allow myself to live a life that I hate.”
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He took a step back, looked at the large rose field not far away and said, "You should have woken up long ago."
He knew that the woman was dead, but he didn't want to accept this fact.
He went crazy all day long and used another way to vent the violence in his heart.
It was just an escape.
Qu Pingsong gasped loudly and slowly raised his head, his eyes bulging fiercely, like the eyes of a mad bull: "I will make you obedient, I will make you obedient. " "You were like this when you were a child.
You would never agree immediately to anything your mother and I asked you to do.
You would only do it if you were willing to do it."
"Your mother asked you to learn acting from her, but you didn't like it.
I asked you to listen to your mother, but you didn't like it either.
How can a child be so disobedient?"
"I want to educate you well, I want to educate you well."
He kept repeating some incomprehensible words, as if he was really going crazy.
Chang Li stood not far away and looked at him, his eyes as cold as moonlight: "You are worthy of educating me about people like you, and you are also worthy of children."
Since you love yourself so much that you can't control it, why would you give birth to a child who is destined to be loved just to continue the bloodline?
It's so selfish.
The sky is getting dark, and the undulating rose fields look a bit messy, but it does not detract from its beauty.
Chang Li: "It's all over.
I won't continue on that path, and I won't see you again.
You just wait to die."
Qu Pingsong stumbled after him, clutching his heart.
He wanted to hold his arm, but couldn't.
He yelled at the top of his lungs: "Come back, come back, come back."
His voice became lower and hoarse every time. , as if all the effort had been exhausted.
Changli didn't look back, and his soft words dissipated in the cool sunset: "It should have been like this a long time ago" It should have been long ago to cut off all this annoying things.
Since he cares so much about this precious love, he should die holding this love in his arms.
No one stopped him anyway, he just kept holding on to those sad memories, torturing himself and others.
There were several messy bird calls coming from the telephone pole not far away, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp.
The setting sun was dyed with layers of cinnabar, becoming as vivid as blood, and chaotic clouds came and went, accumulating into an ugly appearance.
In front of Changli was a winding path, and behind him was a field of roses as red as blood.
In front of the flower field, a rickety, very old man squatted half-crouched.
He was clutching his heart tightly, as if he was in great pain.
He lowered his eyebrows and smiled.
Walking through life, holding up that gorgeous rose.
Qu Pingsong held its thorn deeply into his heart, letting it grow by sucking his own blood, and finally withered at the moment when it bloomed the most.
But he won't.
No matter how beautiful the rose is, you will only appear in his eyes, not in his heart.
As time goes by, he still only wants to respect himself and still only wants to live for himself.
There seemed to be a low voice coming from the wind, which was a low voice growing in the wind.
Facing the wind, Chang Li raised his head slightly, looked at the direction of the setting sun in the distance, and hummed softly.
The wind is listening, listening to the sound of your departure.
The water is listening, listening to your farewell voice.
The clouds are listening, listening to your wandering voice.
The dream is listening, listening to the sound of you turning around.
You are listening, listening to the sound of your letting go.
Listen and listen, the wind is speechless.
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Listen and listen, the water is silent.
Listen and listen, Yun Wuxin.
Listen and listen, the dream is speechless.
Listen to the voice deep in your heart.
Listen to the voice that echoes on my way back.
Listen, I'm listening
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