All the meetings of grace and love are impermanent, but they are not long-lasting. The world is full of fear, and life is in danger from the morning dew.
From love comes sorrow, from love comes terror. If one is free from love, there is neither sorrow nor terror.
--Vajra Sutra
As dawn approached, Nanchu woke up from her dream in a cold sweat.
There were no lights on in the room, the curtains were closed and it was pitch black as she sat propped up against the bed and reached for her cigarettes and lighter on the bed.
"Barely," the fire lit up in the darkness, quickly extinguished, smoke dispersed, and the starry flame at his fingertips flickered on and off.
Nanchu smoked a cigarette and squinted, thinking.
After a moment, she fished out her bedside cell phone and quickly pressed a few words.
"I dreamed about him again."
At 4:30 a.m., there was a quick reply, "Dreaming about what he's doing?"
"Make love." Nanchu returned.
"Don't think too much, you're just horny and need a man."
Nanchu calmly read it, cursed your sister into the phone, threw the phone aside, leaned against the bed and closed her eyes, and began to recall the scene in the dream.
The man was naked, bronzed skin, muscles rippling, smooth lines, slabs of hair, short, very dark hair, and eyes that seemed unmarked and deep.
......
At 6:10, agent Shen Guangzong came in with his assistant, "Get up and put on your makeup."
Nanchu got out of bed and bent down to look for slippers, Shen Guangzong kicked one over to her and said, "We're going into the group today, so I'll have Xigu pack your things later."
As he spoke, he pushed a small girl in front of her.
Nanchu squinted as she put on her shoes, her face was rusty, and she lazily said, "New here?"
Nanchu was originally a model, signed by Golden Harvest at the beginning of the year, the fame is not big, the assistant around has changed three or four, I do not know whether the first few assistants are not compatible with Nanchu, or Nanchu is difficult to get along with this person.
"Trainee assistant and makeup artist."
Shen Guangzong these three months nothing to do, focusing on finding her an assistant, this matter mentioned on the angry, rolling white eyes warning: "Trouble you get along with people, okay?"
Assistant and makeup artist, after all, you can't find that cheap anywhere.
Nanchu shrugged her shoulders and stared at the little girl for a while, with her bangs and doll's shirt and little skirt, and asked kindly, "How old are you?"
"Twenty-one."
"Called what?"
"Xigu." The little girl answered truthfully one by one.
Nanchu raised an eyebrow, "Got a boyfriend yet?"
Xi Gu froze, not expecting her to be so direct, "Still ...... no."
"Growing up can be really small." The little girl is quite introverted and blushes at the compliment, Nanchu pinches her face, "Go on."
Xigu couldn't help the molestation and ran away with a red face.
Shen Guangzong turned around after the phone call, saw this scene, thought Nanchu did something bad again, rough neck roar: "This is Mr. Han personally to find you, angry run away I really do not care about you!"
Nanchu spread her hands, "What are you nervous about, it's not like I'm going to eat her."
Xigu was helping Nanchu pack her bags, and when she heard that, she turned around and said, "Zong, Sister Nanchu is quite good."
Nanchu winked at her.
The little girl really couldn't afford to be molested and didn't dare to look at Nanchu again.
"I don't care about other people, I just beg you not to always dislike Mr. Han, if you really piss him off and block you, will you still be in the business?"
Nanchu coated lipstick and threw it into the makeup bag, looked in the mirror, and sipped two mouthfuls, "OK."
Clear fall dry two words, Shen Guangzong listen to the heart even straight hair.
On the way out the door, Xigu was carrying his suitcase when Nanchu suddenly said, "Wait a minute." After saying that, she folded back into the room, drew a packet of things out from the nightstand, and asked Xi Gu to open the suitcase and stuff the things in it.
Xigu pinched the packet of condoms, momentarily unsure of where to shove it, when he heard a sentence above his head, "Shove it next to that Gerry."
Xigu blushed and did as he was told, then quickly closed and pulled the case closed.
Only then did Nanchu say with satisfaction, "Depart."
Later in the car, Nanchu explains to Xigu, "What should you do if a person drags you into the bushes and rapes you, in the event that you can't escape?"
"......"
"Handing him a condom is safer than anything else."
Sigu: "......"
Three days into the set, the actors hadn't arrived, but even Xigu recognized that this was a rather unprofessional crew.
The stagehands are always holding the wrong props, the cameraman's hands are always shaking, the actors can never memorize their lines, and the director is always yelling for cards. Apart from the director, the rest of the cast are all newcomers, so the bonding period will inevitably be a bit longer than other crews.
Three days later, the director was already sitting lifelessly in the studio smoking a stifling cigarette.
Nanchu plays the second female, not many lines, when there is no play, she sits on the side and reads a book. Xigu contact down found that Nanchu this person is actually not difficult to get along with, she is just a little lazy to deal with that point of interpersonal relations.
The group is almost all newcomers, everyone is busy greeting each other, leaving microblogging plus microblogging, Nanchu is the most calm, reading books and playing games.
The director still thinks that this girl is the most comfortable and easy on the eyes, the filming does not drag on, also fast into the scene, when there is nothing else to do, just read a book to cultivate the body and mind. These days, there are not many girls with such a light heart.
Nanchu reads a wide variety of books and everything.
One day, the director saw Nanchu reading The Decameron and sat down by the shade, "Like Boccaccio's novel?"
The director is a decent, steady director.
Nanchu glanced at the director, her index finger whisked up the corner of the page and flipped back another page, "It's quite nice."
"Yes, Boccaccio's fictional humanity comes across well, as in the ninth story in this one ......"
The director pontificates and is also a thoughtful person who dissects the situation very thoroughly.
Nanchu finished listening, "I see shallow."
"Huh?"
"Mostly for the bed scenes."
"......"
The director stood up silently.
That expression was like a Thomas the Train driving by in front of your eyes.
Xigu occasionally heard gossip about Nanchu.
"She doesn't have a dad."
"Gossipy boyfriends all over the place at eighteen, slutty as hell."
"I even saw her discussing yellow books with the director the other day."
And the people who say these gossip, turn their heads and show a smile with Nanchu, just like acting, once the director yells card, the expression immediately closes, Xigu did not expect, these people in life, use the acting skills so freely.
Nanchu fell somewhat out of place.
She never gossiped about people or discussed gossip, and was indifferent to the world.
As the world was to her.
On this day, Nanchu and Xi Gu were chatting under the shade of a tree, and halfway through the conversation, Shen Guangzong approached them, "Xiao Xi, go over and help those actresses with their makeup."
Xigu reflexively, "Don't."
Shen Guangzong hissed, frowning and crossing his arms, "A rebellion?"
Xigu glanced at a few actresses over there, lowered her head, and didn't say anything.
Nanchu stroked her head, "What's wrong? Did they scold you?"
"Nope."
"Then don't be a smart ass and go over there and patch them up."
Xigu refused, "Isn't there a makeup artist in the group?"
Nanchu: "You do them a favor."
Xigu reluctantly stood up and Nanchu rubbed her hair again, "Behave."
Ten minutes later, Xigu returned from touching up his makeup.
"Tell me, how did they offend you?" Nanchu sipped her coffee.
Xigu sat down next to her, "They're badmouthing you behind your back."
Coffee almost spewed out as Nanchu reached out and touched the back of her head, smiling, "The little girl is quite righteous."
"Don't you care?"
She didn't really care, "Why should I?"
People's hearts are different, each with its own face.
Nanchu really didn't care, her eyes were cold.
Xigu felt that even the sunlight behind him became cold.
"Which of the things of this world is not idle, except life and death?"
"Xigu, if you can't gag others, then cover your own ears."
......
In the evening, Nanchu with the company of an actress, playing the play female three Yan Dai, allergies, face burst beans red and swollen, crying with the director, the director of the past few days because of the problem of the shooting schedule, the heart would have been annoyed, a look at this and striking, naturally can not say what good words: "Messy eating what allergies? To be an actor is still so unconscious."
Yan Dai cried, "I didn't eat anything!"
The director was in a bad mood: "So what did you do? How come you're the only one like this? No one else does?"
Yan Dai deflated her mouth, doubly aggrieved, "I just let Nanchu's assistant touch up my makeup this afternoon, nothing else!"
Nanchu glanced at Xi Gu, who innocently spread his hands.
During the night, Yan Dai's face swelled higher and higher, and Nanchu and Shen Guangzong took her to the hospital overnight.
The doctor diagnosed it as a dust allergy, "What did you rub on it?"
Yan Dai wailed.
The doctor frowned, "Just rub a pill for a few days, why are you crying."
Yan Dai stopped crying again and huffed twice, "Really?"
"Crap." The doctor rolls his eyes.
Shen Guangzong carried Xigu and dragged her to the corridor, "What did you put on her?"
"It really doesn't."
"Fart!" Shen Guangzong crossed his arms, glared, and pointed his right hand fiercely at her twice: "Do you not want to do it!"
Xigu was anxious, tears in her eyes, "I really didn't put anything on her, you wanted me to fix her makeup, I did, who knows if she's allergic to makeup?"
The words just fell, was pulled to the side, Nanchu leaned against the wall, those light eyes looked at Xigu, the words were indeed addressed to Shen Guangzong: "You don't look for someone to take the blame whenever something goes wrong, I believe her."
Xigu was pulled to the side by Nanchu, and the view opened up in front of him, with a silhouette standing at the end of the corridor.
The man was dressed in his regular clothes, erect and stocky, like a pine with a long body. His whole body was hidden in the darkness, and with a cloud of smoke, he was leaning against the wall and smoking.
A passing wind scattered the smoke in all directions and drifted this way.
This side Shen Guangzong freaked out, "One by two is going to revolt?!"
Xigu was still explaining in a whisper, "Zong, it really wasn't me, if you don't believe me, you can ask them to check my makeup bag."
Nanchu's eyes were fixed.
At the end of the corridor, a cigarette went out, and the man took another from his pocket, drew down and lit it, and in the darkness, the light went out for a moment, leaving only a starburst flickering in the shadows.
He leaned against the wall and exhaled smoke, looking down and playing with the lighter in his hand.
Seems to be waiting for someone.
Shen Guangzong also with Xigu whole unclear, although I know that this little girl should not be so bold, more or less feel that should also give Yan Dai apologized, so dragged Xigu went in.
Nanchu waited at the door for a while.
The man was as good as still.
Running out of patience, he had just turned around when he heard a sentence behind him, "Captain Lin!"
Nanchu turned back.
There was a stomping of heels in the empty hallway.
The female doctor in the white coat trotted over that way, the man, a head taller than her, tilted his head, his voice gentle, "Been waiting long, have you?"
The man finally straightened up and stepped out of the darkness, and a clear, handsome face was revealed.
On the floor, the silhouettes were stretched out.
His face thin, sharp short hair, eyebrows and eyes deep contour, eyes slightly curved, straight nose, a military uniform lined with taut jawline look hard. When he joked with you carelessly, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, through the unrestrained, who can not guess what he was thinking in his heart.
There's gangsta and there's righteousness, but it's not contradictory in the slightest.
Lin Luchu snuffed out his cigarette, lowered his head and threw it into the trash can on the side, and put his hands into his pants pockets, "Just came not long ago."
The gray corridor wrapped the voice in an even sandier chill.
"Why are you wearing this?"
"Just had a meeting."
The female doctor laughed, "You still look better in this, come on, I'll take you there."
The sound of the two men's footsteps faded away.
Nanchu squatted on the ground, lit a cigarette, inhaled, tilted his head, slowly spat out the smoke ring, looked at the diffuse green and white smoke, thought: time flies, so soon it is five years.