Chapter 63: Making a Wish In West Coast National Park, the canyons are filled with giant cedar trees and red rocks, which are very spectacular.
Zhuang Xiao's upper body was naked, and the armor and trousers on his lower body were stained with blood.
He looked far into the distance, picked up his bow and arrow, and when the string of the full moon burst out from his fingers, he shot an arrow toward the bloody sun in the horizon.
In the field of vision, monsters and armored horses roared in unison, and the brave Eastern warriors jumped into the valley with their blood boiling. cut The director said, yes, come on.
The heavy equipment pulled the safety rope device, and the assistants of the action team gathered around the edge of the cliff, dragging the people who jumped to the designated position below the cliff back, and then quickly put on thick down jackets.
Zhuang Xiao's face is smeared with paint, loess and blood, his eyebrows are deep and thick, and his hairstyle is designed to look like a noble and glamorous version of the Terracotta Warriors.
It takes three hours for the stylist to make this delicate braid for him, once a week.
He cannot wash his hair casually and is not allowed to mess it up while sleeping.
The new film he is starring in is an epic-style fantasy blockbuster.
Half of the team is made up of Hollywood talent and the other half is a Chinese team from China.
They are determined to create a popcorn blockbuster that is rich in oriental fantasy and combined with American special effects.
Half of the scenes were shot in national parks in California and Colorado, and the other half were shot back home.
The investors spent a lot of money to invite well-known domestic directors, as well as stars of different styles and genres to support the show.
Old actors and young actors coexist, acting skills and traffic are both high, striving to satisfy the tastes of audiences of all levels.
Zhuang Xiao's partner is his old acquaintance Jason Banner.
Two strong men were wandering around the set, their naked upper bodies covered in olive oil, dressed like a pair of medieval gladiators.
With fluttering red silk, uniformed armored cavalry shouting slogans, and group gymnasts waving light sticks as the background, they followed the director's instructions and made awesome movements and expressions, showing off their chest muscles and concave shapes crazily.
After filming like this for half a month, Zhuang Xiao couldn't even remember how to write the word "acting skills".
Staring and reciting the lines made him feel that his IQ was shrinking, as if he were performing a lively and prosperous large-scale party, and a group of "backup dancers" would appear in every scene.
This is the film he promised Zhang Shaochi to take on, a magical blockbuster co-produced by Jiahuang and Hollywood.
Zhuang Xiao promised to star in the film for free.
It was advertised that his salary was US$10 million, but in fact he received no compensation at all.
But Mr.
Zhang kindly settled the tax bill of 10 million for him, which was much better than those more evil-hearted film company bosses.
There are also people who, after being given a high salary figure, still have to bear the income tax on that figure, which is just a fantasy.
Jason Banner stands on top of a cliff, preparing to perform a stunt.
Zhuang Xiao stood up and stepped forward, holding a cigarette in his mouth, to help this guy check the safety device on his back.
He patted the other party on the back and said, "It's done, come on."
Jason turned his head and gave him a wink: "Thank you, man, for being so friendly."
Zhuang Xiao nodded: "I'm used to it, I have to do something."
During a break on the set, he wrapped himself in a cotton coat, sat on the ground, looked at the gorgeous canyon filled with strange rocks, and smoked a cigarette quietly.
Whenever I see the glow gathering on the horizon or the bald eagle flying over the top of the mountain, I turn my head and tap on my backpack to remind the guy in the bulging backpack: "Did you see it?
It looks good."
"The canyon is quite deep.
In that shot just now, if you were the one to jump, how would you jump?"
Zhuang Xiao asked as if talking to himself.
It is inevitable that I will still think of Mr.
Pei, and I will inevitably secretly compare my co-stars with Pei Yan, and then I find that no one I play opposite can be as pleasing to the eye and as enjoyable as Pei Yan.
He would also be hard-pressed to find a more calling and outstanding partner.
Some tacit understandings are innate.
Yanyan Xiong can only come out of the backpack to relax when the meal is served on the set.
Zhuang Xiao showed his lunch box to Little Bear: "If you don't like it, don't you like it?"
"That's good.
Chinese lunch boxes include shredded pork fried noodles, so be satisfied."
He is a person who can tolerate loneliness very well.
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His tolerance for loneliness must be at an abnormal level, so he doesn't find it particularly difficult.
Emotionally, he was used to being poor and barren, so he couldn't stand being rich all of a sudden.
He didn't know how to enjoy being rich.
Zhuang Xiao puffed out a puff of smoke while facing the canyon.
The filming at this location is over, and the crew is preparing to move to another scenic spot.
During this period, the leading actors were given two days off.
Jason Banner, a notorious bachelor and old gangster, refused to be lonely even if the crew took a vacation and insisted on dragging Zhuang Xiao to his villa in San Diego to spend the night.
When Zhuang Xiao went to San Diego, he dumped Jason.
Instead of ordering food and having a midnight sex party with him, he took a boat out to sea by himself and visited the small island on the border.
It was very quiet on the pier.
It was the off-season and there were only a few passers-by.
It's still a bit cold at the beach in winter, the wind is strong, and the braids are shaking crazily in the wind, and I can't keep any cool hairstyle.
The boat that originally left four times a day only left once a day during the off-season.
Zhuang Xiao waited for the boat on the pier for a long time.
The figure wearing tropical-style floral pants and flip-flops kept running past him for a long time.
The scenery of the island is still the same, but there are fewer tourists than the last time I came here.
The beach is an endless stretch of white sand, quiet and beautiful.
Zhuang Xiao carried his backpack and ran along the beach.
He was sweating and panting.
It was very enjoyable.
He threw his backpack on the beach, took out the bear, ran a few steps, and then threw it into the air.
The little bear was thrown very high and flew out in a high parabola.
Zhuang Xiao took two steps, and when the bear fell down, he made a spiking posture like in volleyball.
He just posed and didn't push it out.
He quickly caught the bear before landing.
I couldn't help but feel so happy that I couldn't bear to slap Yanyan Bear into the sand.
He held the little bear in his arm and strolled around the island.
He was in a good mood.
He felt richer and full of emotions than before.
In the past, he often went out for a run in the early morning, without this bear accompanying him at that time.
Now that he has a bear with him, he has no reason to complain.
Returning from the beach, Zhuang Xiao walked to the island's aboriginal settlement.
The hillside is still steep, and the dilapidated houses show colorful colors in the sun, which makes people feel trance-like and recall the thrilling bloodshed on the set.
He also found the trail going up the mountain and it seemed that he had not walked here last time.
Women painting door panels.
Long strings of red and orange peppers, ripe and dried in the autumn, hang under the eaves.
Zhuang Xiao saw the towering tree, the "holy tree" worshiped by the locals.
The leaves are slightly withered in winter, but the branches are covered with wooden round plaques for tourists to pray for.
Looking up, countless small wooden carvings are knocking and banging in the wind, which is quite spectacular.
Make a wish.
Zhuang Xiao also bought a wooden round sign, wrote a small note himself, rolled it up and stuffed it into the small hole of the wooden sign, and then sealed it with glue.
It can't be opened.
To open it, you can only dig out the wood.
Not having the talent to form words and sentences, and lacking lyrical literary talent, he hastily wrote two very tacky sentences: Baby, continue to be lively, happy and high-spirited.
I will always miss you, twenty years from now.
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According to the local people's custom of writing their family name when making a wish, he carved the word "zhuang" on the front of the wooden sign.
His knife skills were poor, and the strokes were all crooked.
Fortunately, there were only a few strokes in this character.
If he had to carve "Xiao", he would be completely blind.
He pinched Yanyan Xiong's face and nose.
You little kid, if you become famous one day and dominate the film industry, and win awards and beat your seniors, I will definitely be happy for you, and I will break my precept and drink a whole bottle of wine for you.
He looked up at the big tree and told others, "No need for help, I can climb up and hang myself."
The local person in charge of this tree was an uncle with curly hair and a dark complexion.
He was chewing tobacco leaves and said, "Now that the windy season is here, you are not allowed to climb this tree.
You can't go up.
We used to allow climbing.
I'm afraid."
Over the years, our sacred tree has collapsed and is no longer allowed to be climbed by tourists.
Forget it if you don’t want to climb, Zhuang Xiao walked around the tree, looked up and found where to hang it.
The uncle held up an extra-long pole and followed him patiently in a circle.
On a very tall branch of a tree, a wooden plaque hangs conspicuously.
It is hung higher than others and stands out from the crowd.
When the breeze blows, it sways and becomes very noisy.
Zhuang Xiao pointed casually: "Just that place, the highest one, hang it next to it."
The uncle raised the pole to show his paintings.
It's too high to hang up.
Why are you so good at choosing a place?
Zhuang Xiao asked: "How did you hang it up?"
The uncle said: "I remember that man clearly.
He couldn't get up the pole by himself, so he climbed up by himself."
Zhuang Xiao: “I climbed it myself” "It's very impressive.
I remember that guy, bald, climbing trees and ziplining like a monkey.
We thought he would never be able to go up."
The local uncle's English was rather blunt, but his meaning was clear.
"He hung it up himself."
"When did it happen, do you still remember?"
Zhuang Xiao looked calm, his eyes were already full of colors, reflecting the sky, the ground, and the white waves of the sea.
This wave came so violently that it quickly pushed to the edge of his eyes.
"Summer," the uncle said, "it was last summer, I remember that guy."
The small wind suddenly turned into a strong wind, and it was such a mysterious wind that blew towards the sacred tree.
This is a sacred tree that has stood for thousands of years.
It seems to have goodwill towards those who sincerely worship, and tells the visitors about their past feelings.
The wooden sign on the top of the tree had never fallen off after hanging there for so long, but it was brought down by the gust of wind and landed just one foot away from Zhuang Xiao's feet.
He bent down to pick up the wooden sign and held it in his hand.
He was convinced the moment he saw it.
On the front of the wooden sign, the character "PEI" is engraved.
Knife skills are fucking terrible.
I guess because there were many drawings, Silly Monkey secretly made a draft with a pencil first, and then with a knife.
In the end, he still carved his last name.
This character is carved like "bag" and "pack".
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Zhuang Xiao stared at this word and laughed for a long time.
Pei Yingjun became "pretending to be handsome", isn't it you?
The uncle looked at him as if he was crazy.
Zhuang Xiao raised his eyes and explained to his uncle: "This is what my friend wrote.
He came last year, and I came here this year to fulfill his wish."
He really wanted to know what Yanyan wrote in the note.
I really want to pry this wooden sign open and take a look.
He held the small object for a long time, holding it in his hand, but finally did not pry it.
Simply tie the two brands of string together into a tight knot.
He directed his uncle to help: "You can hang these two signs together on any tree branch."
Feeling uneasy, he asked before leaving: "If the wind blows it off the ground in the future, you can hang the two signs back up again.
It doesn't matter where you hang them, as long as they are tied together."
In the villages near the sacred tree, there are several shops selling tourist souvenirs, but they are all closed in the off-season.
There is only one small shop that does body embroidery, with half a wooden door open to admit the salty seawater moisture.
An old woman wearing a red headscarf and her face covered with embroidery patterns is sitting in front of the store.
She looks very old.
It is said that she is the local tattooed "saint aunt".
The old woman saw Zhuang Xiao coming and stood still, so she stood up silently and took him in.
What do you want to write?
Where is it?
Zhuang Xiao had never had a tattoo before, and he had no habit of having tattoos or piercings carved on his body.
He only has a few scars on his body, that's enough, he doesn't want to leave any more traces of anyone else.
The view in the store was dim and tropical incense was burning.
He thought for a moment, took off his pants, and pointed to his hip bone, where the mermaid line went further down: "Written here, write someone's name."
Imperial City Airport.
Pei Yan called a takeout company on the way and ordered a "monthly package" for Uncle Zhuang, which would deliver takeout to the old man for thirty consecutive days.
He then called to book a flight for himself, not wanting to delay for a moment, not wanting to waste time or life here.
I don’t know what will happen if I leave, I don’t care.
It happened that at this time, the agent of Fei Cha's film called him and actually complained to him, what's wrong with your agent?
The remuneration and treatment standards have increased so outrageously.
The film salary is over ten million US dollars, and night shows require three times the overtime pay.
A five-star hotel must be booked within a three-kilometer radius of the set, a presidential suite with sea view, an extended Lincoln car for transportation, and at least two Michelin-star three meals.
Every two weeks of filming, There are too many additional conditions in the contract for returning to China after a three-day holiday to visit relatives.
It is too harsh.
This makes it impossible to cooperate.
With such high prices, we can only give up on you and find other collaborators.
Pei Yan was confused.
Who made these conditions that were obviously meant to offend people?
Johnny Wu would never do this before.
He immediately called Uncle Johnny and said, "Come here, I'll wait for you in the airport waiting room.
I'll give you thirty minutes.
Come here now.
If you don't come in thirty minutes, I'll fire you.
You're not my old godfather."
Dad Johnny Wu came, appeared at the coffee shop, sat down opposite Pei Yan, wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and kept breathing.
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The two looked at each other and understood in their hearts.
Johnny Wu asked softly: "Baby, if you really want to leave, you still have to go find Mr.
Zhuang."
Pei Yan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who asked you to raise all those messy conditions with the American production company?
Zhang Zongteached you to do this, right?"
"Ahem" Johnny Wu adjusted his glasses with his index finger, "The boss is also worried that you won't let you go.
He doesn't want you to go to the United States to pick up this movie."
"You don't want me to have the chance to meet Zhuang Xiao, do you?"
Pei Yan stared at him.
"Actually, I'm reluctant to let you go, because I'm afraid you won't come back if you really leave."
Johnny Wu said sadly.
"Yes, I'll leave on the next flight."
Pei Yan said.
"The boss has no ill intentions, and he won't harm you.
He just wants you to be famous for a few more years.
It's for your own good and I really feel for you.
Everyone is doing this for you, baby," Johnny Wu said . for my own good I've been having a very, very good time recently.
"I definitely want to see Zhuang Xiao.
I don't want to give up on this person."
Pei Yan said, "As for whether I can come back in a few days, it depends on Mr.
Zhang's intention.
See if he can let me go and hide in the snow.
You can ban me, or you can go to court and sue me for breaking the contract, and then I’ll leave.”
He said it crisply.
He had it all figured out.
The old godfather drank a large cup of unsweetened coffee as if it were water.
He grinned in pain and wanted to shed a few sad tears of farewell, but no water came out.
The man suddenly took out his mobile phone and hooked his hand: "Baby, let me show you a photo."
After Liang Youhui took the secret photos, he sent them to Bao Xiaopang.
Bao Xiaopang then sent it to Johnny Wu.
Not a word was said, nothing to say.
Finally, it was sent from the old godfather’s mobile phone to Pei Yan’s mobile phone.
The man in the photo shows his back, standing in the middle of the aisle of the store, holding a "Hazelnut Mocha" in his left hand and staring at the screen quietly.
There seemed to be a spotlight on the screen, a big light bulb, and it was doing a leap in the air.
You couldn't see the face clearly, but the braised egg shape was enough to see.
Snow was falling heavily outside the shop window, and time seemed to stand still for them at that moment.
Standing still in the movement of Pei Yan's legs flying into the air Still in Zhuang Xiao's eyes Again reluctant to forward, Pei Yan directly sent this photo back to the rightful owner of the photo.
He added another photo, showing him in the club that night, wrapped in a down jacket and lying on the sofa.
He was dressed like a hibernating bear.
His eyes were filled with the smell of alcohol and water, and his eye sockets were obviously swollen and red.
That's you, that's me, let's look good together He then sent a voice message to the other party: "Zhuang Xiao, tell me personally now that you don't think about me at all, you don't care about me, you don't love me at all, and we have no feelings for each other.
Don't use typing.
Tell me in person.
You say it and I'll listen.
Say it now.
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If you don't say it in half an hour, I will buy a plane ticket and come over.
You wait for me to come and slap your big mouth."
He had already bought his ticket and started boarding half an hour later.
They, Mr.
Zhang, came out of the conference room.
At this time, they were trying to find some connections to stop people from the airport and prevent the little monkey from getting on the plane, but it was too late.
Pei Yan thought that Zhang Shaochi might want to intercept him.
To avoid long nights and dreams, he didn’t have to choose his destination, so he just bought the nearest flight to the United States.
There were many people going to Los Angeles and there were no seats available, so he bought a direct flight to Chicago.
He clutched his phone and stared at the screen, his palms sweating.
The plane closed the door and was about to take off.
The stewardess came over and said to him, sir, please turn off your mobile phone.
Pei Yan had no choice but to turn off her phone and failed to wait for Zhuang Xiao's reply.
The tone of his voice was too arrogant, too domineering.
In fact, I didn't know what to do, and I couldn't predict how Zhuang Xiao would react.
Zhuang Xiao's character is very cold and difficult to warm up to.
He may bother him endlessly and won't even reply to him even a few words.
After sleeping all night on the plane, Pei Yan wrapped herself under a blanket and slept with an eye mask on.
Many things were rushing around in his mind, two arcs of light were fighting each other, and there was always a sharp sound in his ears.
He opened his eyes midway and ate a meal.
The food on this flight was so terrible that he could only make two boxes of instant noodles to fill his stomach. , and then continued to sleep with the blanket covered.
It's cold and windy in Chicago.
As soon as he got off the plane, he realized that he had not enough clothes on.
It was extremely cold, and the wind was cutting his face like a knife.
He quickly put on the hat of his down jacket, huddled his hands in his sleeves, and his nose quickly turned red from the cold.
The airport hall is crowded with people, and the eyes are full of unfamiliar shaking figures, black, white, and yellow.
A group of zombies are walking past in front of us.
This is a completely unfamiliar place.
I have never been to this airport, and no one is there to pick me up.
Don't even know where to go.
I'm not very good at geography, but based on common sense, Chicago seems to be quite far away from Los Angeles.
It's about a mile wide on the map, which is roughly equivalent to going from Urumqi to Beijing.
He found a place with a socket near the wall and plugged in his phone to charge.
There were people in twos and threes around him, squatting in this corner like him, charging their mobile phones.
Pei Yan sat cross-legged on the floor and opened WeChat.
A lonely voice message lies in the dialog box.
It's just a voice message, nothing else, no pictures, no text, no ca.
Pei Yan knew there was no chance.
My first reaction was to delete this post.
If you delete it, you can treat it as if you haven't received it.
It doesn't exist.
I won't listen.
I won't listen.
I won't listen.
I won't listen.
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It's so fucking heartbreaking.
He held the screen of his mobile phone, leaned his back against the wall, and sat there for five minutes.
His mind went blank, and the wind blew away all the contents of his brain.
For a hot-tempered Aries, these five terrible minutes are already a struggle to break through his psychological and physical limits.
Very, very uncomfortable.
Should I delete it directly, or should I listen to it once and make myself completely give up?
He clicked on Voice and put it to his ear.
The airport hall was very noisy and he couldn't hear clearly, so he listened hard for a second time.
"Yanyan, I'm sorry."
Zhuang Xiao's voice was hoarse and he didn't sleep well all night.
It's over, it's a death sentence personally.
His eyes were a little moist and his expression was dull, almost seeing through the world of mortals.
It just so happens that I don't even need to shave my hair.
I'm already bald.
I can wear a sack and take a Dharma name and I can become a monk.
It seemed like this was the first time that Zhuang Xiao called him so intimately.
Then, Zhuang Xiao said: "Yanyan, I love you, I miss you so much, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry for you Yanyan" gd1806102: