I really can't act

Chapter 37 Street Lights
After the shooting, I came out to the road outside the studio.

Fang Yi felt his hands were cold, his finger bones crossed and he let go of his palms, and he called up his own system by the way.

"Current level 1 [34/100]"

It has risen a lot.

On the one hand, there are several sets of scenes directed by the director, and on the other hand, it was filmed by today's magazine.

There are two masks in total, one golden and ready to use, and a new mask that also has most of it converted to golden.In the future, he will encounter difficult shooting barriers, which is the capital for him to go to the next level.

Fang Yi felt in a good mood, although he was waiting for the bus, he was looking around at the scenery to pass the time.

The cooperating actress has a brokerage company and has her own small team. I heard that there is an announcement to catch up at night, so I didn't relax like him. After getting into the nanny's car, I hurriedly said goodbye to him.

"The next opportunity to further cooperation."

She left this sentence, but the car didn't move. After a while, the car window was unscrewed, and a head poked out: "Low coffee man, do you want Miss Ben to see you off?"

Once the voice gets louder and the nasal sound is not deliberately restrained, the timbre is very special.

"Need not."

Fang Yi motioned for the coming bus.

Ask again: "Are you embarrassed?"

He replied: "I am used to this line."

So the nanny car arched forward and drove slowly.

In the carriage, Liu Mi, who is very free and easy, was going to lie down and sleep, but she struggled to get up again, lying on the window of the car, sticking to the low coffee, ignorant man who just cooperated.

Until Fang Yi got on the bus and went away through the glass of the car, even his back disappeared.She stared at it closely, and because of the difference in height, she had to raise her head, her neck was sore, she still persisted, and said in a haughty tone:
"Low~ coffee man."

Liu Mi's assistant is very familiar with her, and has known her since she was a child.Observe from the rearview mirror: "Mimi, why is it so beautiful? You don't even care about sleeping."

"Street lights."

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The exam week of the Acting Department of Central Opera is divided into two categories: written exams and sketch performances.The former goes to the examination room, and the latter spends time rehearsing.

By this time, all the people from Central Opera will come back, regardless of whether they are good or not, they will review their homework in the same way; the library is getting more and more crowded every time, and it is already difficult for Fang Yi to find a seat on a lower floor, like Song When Yi saw him before, even the square-inch stools between the bookcases where he was stupefied, there were at least two people stuffed there, leaning against each other, using a small area to support their bodies.

He couldn't wait for the elevator, and there were many people in these places all the way up the stairs. Few people came here to the highest floor, but today was no exception.

Even if there is a vacant place, if you look carefully, there are often things placed on it, swearing ownership.The master will be back soon.

It's a bit like the scene Fang Yi saw when he came to school for the first time.

In September, the library was also occupied by curious freshmen, but at that time, the enthusiasm dissipated quickly.

Fang Yi also leaned against a certain raised wall pillar like when he first came here, surrounded by two windows. When the school first opened, the weather was not as cold as it is now. The curtains were opened, and sometimes the breeze Blowing past, holding the curtains, people were looming inside, and they were not noticed for a long time, only when the wind blew hard, a person suddenly appeared.

The moon outside the window sat alone by Fang Yi's window.Looking down at the group of candidates, she sprinkled her pure light on the desk in front of Fang Yi.

It was also an occupied table, surrounded by people, only one was vacant, but it was also covered by a large book spread out.

There are idle paintings on the book.

The painting is the pine and cypress in front of the window shrouded in night, and the leaves are sparse. Fang Yi was reminded, and then went to the window to look at it.In fact, pines and cypresses are often used as materials for painting. One is their inherent cultural intentions, and the other is that they do not change much throughout the year. If the creation cycle is long, it is not easy to draw deviations.

Fang Yi turned around, and suddenly, as if thinking of something, he walked quickly to the picture.

Back to the previous window.

Picture.

a painting.

【The branches of pines and cypresses stretch out faintly behind him, trembling slightly. 】

He looked to both sides nonchalantly.It seems that the space is divided into two places here, one is the daytime three months ago, and the other is the present moment.

Those belonging to the pines and cypresses in the daytime are painted in small portraits, and there is himself on them.He once drew a line on the back, sandwiched it in the original book, and returned it.

The next time I borrow it, the book is still there, but the painting is gone.

——It should be a sunny afternoon. Someone was sitting here, studying as usual. Suddenly, a boy broke in. He had no place, so he just found a book and leaned against the window. There was no one else around. Maybe he It looks really good-looking, although the movement is small, the woman can't help but look up from the book to see the real person walking out of reality; the curtain is blown away by a stronger wind, sometimes covering him, and the pine and cypress branches behind are lush Stretching the body, new shoots seem to have sprouted from the human heart. Out of appreciation for beauty, I couldn't help but leave a sketch.

As a result, it happened that he was seen by the deity.

On the desk were a few students who were about to leave, packing up their things uncomfortably, and staring at him curiously; the things they packed did not include this idle painting.There were those who wanted to see what he was waiting for to strike up a conversation, but thought that time was of the essence, so they left without hesitation.

Fang Yi stood here for a while, but no one came. It was already closing time, and the radio rang several times to remind him.

He put down the books to be reviewed, and quickly ran to the lower floor, where the bookshelves of popular literature were displayed. He leaned over to search, and soon saw the black spine of the book, and took it out to look through it.

170 pages.

You really know me.

A dehydrated, embossed pine and cypress leaf lies quietly between the pages of the book.Fang Yi picked it up and spun it around.

And you should come to the library often.

It was the first time he heard the ringtone replaced by the closing music. It was the faint sound of the piano, flowing quietly like a river. When the sound of the piano ended, the library would be completely closed.

In the stairwell, the shadows of white and blue clothes flashed. This is the volunteer team of the library who come to clean up books. They are usually in uniform. Every night, they will be responsible for making sure that there is no one on each floor and turning off the lights; Come in first.

"Student! The museum is closing!"

Already impatiently urging.

Fang Yi took "Xu Sanguan" and went back to the top floor. One was to get his review book, and the other was to look at the person who drew the painting. She was going to forget her things, or it was too late to get them.

But it was empty again, except for his own books.Someone has already taken it.

Master!

It happened to be raining again when I came out, Fang Yi protected the book and bookmarks, and left quickly.

But, it seems that I already know who it is.

(End of this chapter)