Unscientific Movie King

Chapter 3 Late but arrived
Holding the character biography in his hand, Qin Chuan thought for a while and said, "Brother Bo, I'll act it out again, and you can help me."

"Okay, let's go to the yard."

Qin Chuan moved a chair and came to the yard. He faced the sunset without saying a word, his face full of melancholy and sigh.

Huang Bo stood aside, folding his hands across his chest, and everyone laughed.

It’s not that he hasn’t thought about taking care of his brother-in-law. With his ability, it should be quite easy for him to take care of someone, but Qin Chuan has no talent and can’t do it.

Sometimes, if you want to give him a hand, you need a place to lend a hand.

"You are teasing me, aren't you? People who know that you are heartbroken will think that you are constipated. Stop acting, you can't do it."

"If you can't understand such a simple role, how are you going to act in roles with more scenes and lines in the future?"

"I'm going to buy some delicious food. You can go home tomorrow after eating."

Huang Bo didn't say a word. It's okay if you don't want to go back, as long as you can afford the rent.

He had rented this house before. He had a good income and could fully afford to live here. But it was not so easy for Qin Chuan. After paying the rent, he would have to starve and would not be able to survive for more than a few days.

Acting is not that easy.

Huang Bo went out to buy food, leaving Qin Chuan sitting in a chair in a daze.

In the evening, after dinner, Huang Bo went out to work with his guitar on his back.

Being a resident performer in a bar is his side job. It makes money much faster than being an extra. He can earn more than a hundred dollars a night, and two or three hundred if he is lucky.

Qin Chuan was too lazy to go to bed, so he lay alone on the lower bunk in a daze. His mind was filled with the 100-word biography written by Huang Bo, and next to his pillow was the Nuo instrument that drove him crazy.

"Nuoju, ah Nuoju, please say something."

"Tongzi?"

"Big daddy?"

"Fuck me!"

He wore this mask many times later and tried dripping blood on it, burning it with a lighter, and soaking it in water, but there was no reaction at all.

"Oh, is it that I can only take the second path and become a singer?"

The mask was casually put on his face and Qin Chuan closed his eyes as if his life depended on it.

The singer was his backup plan.

Relying on the memory of the parallel world, he remembered a few complete songs, which would definitely be a hit if he showed them off.

The problem is that he can't play the guitar, sing, or compose music. He has to find a professional to teach him basic music theory first. Only after he has a foundation can he come up with a song, and all this takes time.

His mind was in a mess and he felt groggy. Qin Chuan's eyes went dark and his consciousness instantly sank.

When he opened his eyes again, he was sitting on a chair in the park where he had been filming during the day.

As the sun sets, there are old men and women taking a walk around, middle-aged men taking their children and wives out for fun, young people jogging in casual sportswear, and couples holding hands and laughing and playing sweetly.

Qin Chuan leaned back in his chair, staring at the passers-by in front of him in a daze, thinking about every little thing he had done with his girlfriend.

The two had their first date here. They climbed mountains together, went to the zoo together, rode the cable car together, saw the scenery together, took photos together, talked and laughed together... They also said here that they would be together for the rest of their lives.

With one sentence, "It's not suitable, you can't give me the life I want", the two ended everything.

As he thought about it, Qin Chuan collapsed in the chair, looked up at the sky, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips. It all seemed like yesterday, and all kinds of thoughts flooded into his mind, bitterness and grief.

When I came back to my senses, my eyes were misty.

Afraid of being seen by passers-by, she turned her head away, buried it in her arms, and cried silently.

In a corner of the park not far away, a dancing auntie was playing "The Bird in the Sky" on her speakers, and several old ladies were dancing to the music.

"I am like a dispensable shadow to you, coldly watching you lie."

"This chaotic city cannot accommodate my obsession. What makes you so obsessed with this kind of wantonness..."

When Qin Chuan opened his eyes again, he was still lying on the bed with the Nuo ornaments on his face.

There were tear marks on her cheeks and the pillow was wet.

"Fuck, this dream is so fucking real." After taking off the Nuo tools, Qin Chuan wiped his tearful eyes. In the dream, he felt like he was dumped.

Looking at the Nuo equipment, he was a little skeptical: "It can't be such a coincidence."

He never believed in coincidences. He had just finished reading the biography of a person during the day, and had the same dream when he put on the Nuo costume at night.

The scene is so real, exactly the same as what Huang Bo wrote. Even if it were a one-to-one TV series, it would be impossible to achieve such a restoration and realism.

"Communicating with heaven and earth, playing the role of a god, seeking good fortune and avoiding disasters... I can even play a god, so it's normal to play an ordinary person, right?"

In order to verify his conjecture, he picked up the biography, found a ballpoint pen, and made a few changes.

Then put on the Nuo equipment.

After a few seconds.

It was the same scene again, without any change. Qin Chuan cried again in his dream, but the song the old lady played at the end was different. There was no song this time.

This is what he just deleted.

After waking up from the dream, Qin Chuan took off the Nuo equipment. This time his eyes were sore from crying. He had experienced two heartbreaks in his dream, and he was now extremely depressed.

I looked up at the light bulb and didn't want to say a word.

Qin Chuan then experimented several more times and finally understood the function of the Nuo tools.

The first function: write a brief biography of the character, attach the character's birth date, and after putting on the Nuo costume, the content will reappear in the dream with you as the protagonist.

Because it is a dream, the person involved does not know that he is in a dream, and the sense of immersion is even stronger, as if he is living his life again.

The length of the dream depends entirely on the length of the bio, and time in dreams passes much slower than in reality, and the two are out of sync.

The second function: Nuo tools seem to have perfect functions. For example, the short biography written by Huang Bo at the beginning is actually only one or two hundred words and the content is very rough.

But the evolution in the dream is definitely more than two hundred words, and all the details have been perfected and enriched by Nuo instruments.

……

"Squeak!"

Huang Bo, carrying a guitar and looking tired, came home from get off work. When he entered the room, he saw Qin Chuan lying on his bed.

His eyes were lifeless, and no one knew what he was thinking. There were tear marks at the corners of his eyes, his nose was slightly red, and he was staring blankly ahead.

Just then, Qin Chuan heard the sound and turned to look at him.

Huang Bo was stunned. What was that pitiful and helpless look like? Was he anally raped at home?
"I just went out for a while, what happened to you?"

"It's nothing, just let me take it easy." Qin Chuan turned over with a choked voice, hunched over, and faced away from him.

The back figure looks desolate and lonely.

"No, what's going on?" Huang Bo was confused.

Qin Chuan wiped his eyes, took a deep breath and sat up: "It's okay, I'm practicing falling in love."

After having several dreams, it took him a while to recover, and his emotions were still immersed in the role.

Huang Bo opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping himself: "If someone didn't know, they would think your wife was dead."

Qin Chuan forced a smile: "Brother, am I acting okay?"

"That's amazing. How did you figure it out?"

He was clearly a blockhead in the afternoon, without any acting talent at all, but in just a few hours, he became the best actor.

Silent crying, tear marks on cheeks, empty eyes, no trace of acting at all, just like a real heartbreak.

(End of this chapter)