Pushing open the wooden door full of vicissitudes of time, the paint faded. The cherry blossoms have never bloomed in the courtyard. The pale red glow slanted through the green branches and reflected on the slightly damp bluestone platform. A purple clay teapot. Two small cups, filled with green smoke, are waiting for people to taste. A slightly thin back, an old acoustic guitar was being played gently. Pieces of simple and melodious music spread to the surroundings along with the trembling strings. Wave after wave. Swing and swing. The afterglow of the sunset stretched the projection on the ground longer and longer. At the end of the day, it disappeared without a trace. It was as if nothing had ever happened. Everything is just a dream scene. In the evening when the sky was full of colorful clouds, the boy leaned against the cherry blossom tree. His hair was as shiny as black jade, and his skin was as delicate as porcelain. There was a breeze, and the corners of some old-colored shirts were blown slightly by the wind. The agate-black eyes stared straight into the distance ahead. There is confusion. Have expectations. . . . .
"Cut", a sound came from a distance. The music stopped and the boy under the tree stood up. He kept bowing and thanking the staff around him.
"Jiahang, drink water." A sweet voice came from behind.
"Oh. Thank you, Taeyeon." The young man smiled like a flower and picked up the other person's water glass. "I've been waiting for a long time. It's cold, so be careful not to catch a cold." She said softly, looking at Taeyeon who was wrapped in a blanket in front of her.
"Hehehe, it's okay. But aren't you cold?" He looked at Han Jiahang who was only wearing a thin plaid shirt in front of him. Taeyeon asked pretending to be ignorant.
"Ah" The answer was a pig-like cry and a running figure.
"Ha ha ha ha"
¡°There¡¯s one last shot. It¡¯s over today. You don¡¯t have to suffer like this anymore.¡± Jiahang, who had already been kept warm, said to Taeyeon beside him. "Thank you very much for this time, Sister Taeyeon."
Since the recording ended, the company has been busy shooting the music video for Han Jiahang¡¯s album. After discussion, it was finally decided that Kim Taeyeon would be the heroine. One is to continue the plot of the advertisement. Another point is to build momentum in advance for the upcoming release of Girls¡¯ Generation. The actual MV script was all written by Han Jiahang himself. It tells the simple story of a pair of young boys and girls from meeting, falling in love, to parting. Four songs run through the entire MV. Estimated duration is 30 minutes. Han Jiahang hopes to implant music deeply into people's minds through music movies. Let people think of the MV and themselves once they hear the music.
Everything is ready, just waiting for the director¡¯s call to start.
The setting sun is like blood. Apart from adding a sense of mystery to the body, it has no warmth at all. The sky is full of rays of light, the bare cherry trees are bare, and on the slightly moist bluestone stand, two cups full of tea are already cold. The figures standing next to each other tried their best not to look into each other's eyes. They were wandering around, seemingly carelessly, but subconsciously paying attention to each other's every move. The girl had green and black hair with big waves hanging casually on her shoulders. She looked in front of her with her head lowered, her hands behind her back, and her toes touching the ground. A casual and careless boy. His eyes were filled with deep sadness. The tone was as cold as the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, directly touching people's skin like it was pervasive. Stopped by my ears, frozen in my heart.
"Don't you have anything to say?"
"I've been with her for a long time."
"I didn't come on my birthday because I was at her place. You're still lying to me that something happened. Is that the very important thing you said?" My whole body was shaking, and my heartache was so unbearable that I couldn't suppress it. The girl's face was filled with tears. She bit her lower lip tightly with her tiny teeth, trying her best to suppress her cry. His eyes were full of desolation, deep disappointment, and boundless bitterness.
"I was just temporarily deceived by you during this period, right? Raise your head and answer me." The girl's voice subconsciously increased a lot.
The boy still lowered his head, showing no expression. The tightly clasped hands behind his back showed that the boy was not as calm as he appeared.
"Haha, you don't even want to look at me, do you?" The girl's voice could no longer pretend to be cold. The trembling tone revealed the confusion and sadness in his heart. The boy finally raised his head, with a calm face without any special expression, and a trace of undisguised disdain in his eyes. Arrogant arrogance, nothing else.
"Haha, it seems that I am really passionate. Compared with love, I am only curious, right?" Seeing the other person's appearance, the girl could no longer suppress her emotions, covered her mouth with her hands and slowly cried out. Tears flowed from his eyes like raindrops. Follow the delicate skin, all the way down and finally penetrate into the corners of the mouth. The salty feeling carries endless bitterness.
"Wipe your tears. Do you think your tears are still useful now?" The boy's slightly contemptuous tone floated gently. Like fallen leaves in autumn, falling in no direction. Suddenly, there was a strong gust of wind, which made me feel more comfortable.??Know where it will fall.
"Yes, I'm just curious. Because I want to know how much power I can use to get a girl easily." "Haha, I didn't expect it, it's so effortless." The boy's voice became more erratic, but Every word passed into the girl's ears. cold. As cold as falling into an ice cave. The girl's face was almost pale. There was an expression of disbelief in his eyes.
"So, wake up, little girl, if you don't look at yourself, who would like a dwarf like you"
The girl was already numb, staring blankly at the other person, letting tears fall freely from her eyes.
"Aren't you leaving yet? Then I'll leave first." After saying that, he didn't wait for any answer from the girl. Then he turned around and left. He walked so firmly step by step, and looked so relaxed as he looked at the boy's back, gradually getting further and further away. At this moment, the boy was already in tears. Hate me, hate me. Only in this way will you completely forget me. I will never think of this beautiful but helpless memory again.
The setting sun stains the sky red like blood, and is dotted with the boy's back. There is a hint of mystery in the mist, blocking people's sight, and at the same time covering up the reluctance to be alone.
¡°cut.¡± The camera freezes, leaving a beautiful picture.
"Thank you, thank you for your hard work." Han Jiahang thanked the staff around him loudly. Phew, it's over. These three days have been really tough. Working from dawn to dusk every day made Han Jiahang fully understand the hard work of an actor.
"Sister Taeyeon, thank you for your hard work." Looking at Taeyeon who was staring into a pair of rabbit eyes, Han Jiahang said sincerely.
"It's okay, we can just come and participate in Girls' Generation's music videos from now on." Taeyeon said like a boss. "However, your acting skills are still low and need to be strengthened. This won't work. But if it affects the sales of our album, you will be punished." As she said that, Taeyeon stretched out her clenched fists.
"Haha. It's sir, I promise to complete the mission." Han Jiahang suddenly stood at attention and saluted. Taeyeon was frightened.
"Yeah, let's fight." He said and waved his fist at each other.
"Ah, no." Seeing the other party's angry look, Han Jiahang ran away.
"Don't run, stop right here."
"Let's talk after you catch up with me."
"Okay, let's see if I don't deal with you."
One is running in front, and the other is chasing desperately behind. The small filming location became even more noisy.
The setting sun leaves only a ray of light on the horizon. The fiery red glow has dimmed a lot, and large gray clouds gather on the horizon, like a farewell to Ai Ai. It's like waiting silently. In the ancient courtyard, apart from a little panic, there was also the gentle singing floating around the courtyard.