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Text 30. The sound of time (final chapter)

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    "Time flies, time flies. In the past, when I said this, it was like a glass of boiled water, no, even more tasteless than boiled water. But when people reach this age, they always think of these things involuntarily. It has been ten years. Do people have to  Do you have to lose something to gain something?"

    He Wang withdrew his eyes from the blue color in the distance and turned to look at the girl next to him. Although so many years had passed, Tang Ning, who had already crossed the 30 threshold a long time ago, did not seem to be satisfied in terms of age alone.  She should be called a girl again. Although from the moment she turned around on the swivel chair on the first day, Tang Ning's performance could not be described as a girl, but in He Wang's eyes, Tang Ning's image seemed to be the same as before.  Sitting in the swivel chair that he had turned around rashly, he saw a fresh and beautiful scenery.

    A gust of wind blew over, and Tang Ning's half-length black hair was swept up. She turned her back to the wind, stretched out a hand, spread her fingers, inserted it into her forehead, and combed her hair back, with the half on the side  The beautiful silhouette that came over seemed to have a layer of golden brilliance in the reflection of the sun.

    He Wang couldn't help but reach out and pick up a strand of hair that was stubbornly on the temples, and smoothed it back along the delicate ear.

    Tang Ning's body seemed to stiffen suddenly, but it returned to normal in an instant. She did not speak, but naturally lowered the hand hovering behind her head.

    "Yes and no, it's just that people often don't understand what they really need until they lose something."

    He Wang's hand also gently slid across Tang Ning's cheek. Slowly, I don't know if it was nostalgia or something else. Slowly, but he did not get any closer, but walked to the other side of the balcony alone.  , the side with the sea, still slowly, leaned down, just like before, the whole weight of the person was pressed down, pressed on the railing of the balcony, quietly looking at the flatness and the nearby shore.  The waves are constantly crashing on the side.

    "Did you lose it? Gain it?"

    Tang Ning did not follow her, she just stood where she was, facing the land, streets, and houses, repeating silently, her expression a little crazy This is not dusk, nor night, nor early morning, this is just a day  The color of the sky that is easiest for ordinary people to see.

    The color of the sky.

    It¡¯s just that many people also know that in a world ruled by the sun, you can often see a silver flashing in the corner of the sky that is visible to the naked eye when you look up.

    The crane lens that had risen to the highest point was also stretched to its maximum at this moment, and the two figures gradually getting closer to each other on the ground had become a little smaller.

    "OK! cut! perfect!"

    A floral shirt that is not very neat, a pair of jeans that seem to have been repeatedly tortured by the dust of the years, a pair of live monitoring headphones hanging around the neck, a pair of dry yellow hair as messy as old grass, a pair of crazy and almost red  Palms, and a pair of blue-grey eyes that just lifted up from the narrow screen of the monitor. This set of images seems to be completely inappropriate to be placed together. In the eyes of ordinary people, it may just feel a bit weird.  , and even show a trace of disdain, but as long as you are a person in the film industry and have a little exposure to the international film industry, you will inevitably be in awe when you see him, because the middle-aged man in front of you is exactly the same person who has repeatedly  Dennis Crowe, who has won various international independent film festival awards and is known as the spiritual leader of independent films in the new century.

    "He! Your story is a miracle, and I also completed a miracle today. This is the best film I have ever made!"

    When Crowe saw He Fan coming here, he jumped up excitedly, grabbed He Fan's hand and shouted excitedly.

    "Hehe, ok, ok!"

    While He Wang didn¡¯t know what to say in response, he turned to his side and asked, ¡°This yellow-haired old boy is chattering and jumping up and down. What is he talking about?¡±

    "Hehe," Tang Ning covered her mouth with a smile, "You can't even understand such a simple statement. Brother, how many times have I told you this? You are now considered a small giant in the international media industry. You have to interact with these foreigners all day long.  When dealing with people, it is necessary to learn a little English. You can't always have a translator by your side. If you don't read it, it's not worthy of your current status."

    "Ahem, I'm already this old, what kind of foreign language do I still need to learn?"

    He Fan didn't know where he learned the Sibei dialect. He shook his head and said. The eyes of the old boy with yellow hair, Crow, who was still in an excited state opposite him, were swaying for a while, and there was a temporary short circuit in his head. However, his sudden stunned state was actually  It reminds He Fang that he should not neglect this man who has helped him win two international awards. He once again showed this abnormal excitement when he turned off his phone. This semi-biographical film is based on his own experience.  The movie seems to be very promising to hit several golden statues this year. As for whether it is a little person or a small animal, it doesn't matter.

      "I said Ning'er, you'd better tell me what he said this time. I don't want to offend my award-winning professional migrant, so at least I have to say a few words to show that our friendly attitude is not.  "

    "well!"

    Tang Ning's half-truth and half-false complaints only resulted in the usual ridicule, unrepentance, and changing the subject. Although this result was already expected, Tang Ning still sighed involuntarily, ah, no, listen.  The sound of sighing is more than just one channel here. No matter how it sounds, it sounds like surround sound such as thx or dts.

    "Hehe, hehe, don't be angry, everyone. I know I'm wrong. Isn't that okay if I know I'm wrong?"

    "This woman is really not to be messed with, not to be messed with"

    He Fan took advantage of others not paying attention, turned his head and muttered a few words, but suddenly heard a roar, yes, it was a roar, and Tang Ning in front of him was just a little of it.

    "What did you say?"

    Another question came, and this time He Fan could be sure that it was indeed not the voice of one person, because the lion's roar did come from all directions. For a moment, not to mention He Fan, who was in the middle of the sound field, even standing in the middle of the sound field  The unscrupulous director who just relied on his eyes and analysis to watch the excitement, and the two well-known Chinese celebrities who had just walked to the director to watch the replay but were trying their best to hold back their laughter, and even more than 100 people in the entire set were preparing.  The staff who were closing the stalls and moving around could hear it clearly and vividly.

    The expression on He Wang's face immediately took a sharp turn of 180 degrees. The flattering look that he had not shown in front of outsiders for a long time was actually possessed by his soul at this moment and reappeared in the world!

    "I mean, women are really amazing. If you want to be successful, women are even more essential. Ah, no, I didn't mean that. I just want to say that without you, I wouldn't have everything I have today! So, you are  My everything, I love you!¡±

    As he spoke, He Wang stretched out his hands and stretched them as hard as he could, as if to accommodate everything in front of him. But, who was in front of him who needed such a broad embrace?

    "go to hell!"

    I don't know if it was the voice command in the surround sound, but several thick white scripts were thrown at He Fang who was making a lustful expression at the same time. There was only a continuous sound: bang, bang, bang - bang - binding.  The exquisite, hundreds-of-page script was closed by a pair of slightly rough hands.

    "How about it?"

    A soft and pleasant voice asked softly.

    "A play within a play?"

    The owner of the slightly rough hand asked in a somewhat thick male voice.

    "Yeah. Don't you like it?"

    "You mean the ending?"

    "right."

    "Oh, it's okay, it's just"

    The man slowly raised his head. Even though the vicissitudes of life had crept onto his face, it didn't change much from what it was ten or twenty years ago. This face could still be called the owner of a middle-aged handsome face.  , it was He Fan who put in his hands a script, a story that condensed half of his life experience, and its author was the woman in front of him who was also middle-aged but still had her charm.

    "Just what?"

    It¡¯s still that soft female voice, this voice seems familiar, but this voice doesn¡¯t seem to have changed with time.

    Like every serious thought, He Wang stood up from his seat, turned around and walked to the window. Like the huge and luxurious office he had just moved into, the scenery outside the window had also changed a lot and become much wider.  It is much brighter, more prosperous, and much noisier "Is this really the end?"

    (Complete the full text of Silver Dynasty)
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