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It was March 15th, late at night the day before the beer shop opened.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang-dong"

Wearing a pair of scratched labor protection gloves and holding a can of beer in his hand, he carefully climbed up the ladder and placed the beer in a prominent position on the top floor. There was always a hint of fear in his movements. After all, this can of fever grade 4

A can of turbid IPA is worth thousands of dollars. In this store that only stocks more than 700,000 yuan, it can already be regarded as the treasure of the store.

The heating of this room was very good, and it was more than 20 degrees in the room. Lu Ze had been working for a long time in half-sleeves, and he was exhausted and covered in sweat, which reflected a little luster under the dim wall lamp.

After getting off the ladder, I took two steps back and looked at the wine rack that reached the ceiling, which was filled with a wide variety of drinks. I felt a little more accomplished for a while, so I took my phone out of the butt pocket of my jeans and took a photo.

Entering the small bar, he took out the custom-made photo frame. To be honest, the quality was not good. There were still bits of wood chips on the glass, and Lu Ze needed to clean it up himself.

It is worth mentioning that Lao Song came here a few days ago, but due to time constraints, he only stayed for one day and left. However, he did bring some gifts to Lu Ze.

Light a cigarette, hold it in your mouth, take out a large brown paper bag from the cabinet, and untie the binding rope wrapped around the back. Inside are many photos, which were all brought over by those friends who asked Lao Song.

A photo of Lu Ze with these friends.

In addition to personal group photos, there are also many group photos of the entire crew. I held the photos in my hands, looked at them under the dim yellow light for a long time, smiled, and carefully placed them in the photo frame, hanging them properly in the already decided place.

There are many photos of the place where they are placed, and the entire wall is covered with them.

He rolled up the brown paper bag and was about to throw it away, but he felt that the bottom of the portfolio was slightly ridged. Apparently, in addition to photos, there were some things Lu Ze had never discovered before. He opened the bag and tipped it downwards, and a few pictures fell out.

Folded small slips of paper.

After flicking off the ashes still hanging on the half-burned cigarette, he returned to his seat and opened the papers.

"I believe that all this is not simple, no matter who it is, but you are Lu Ze, so you are not a loser. The light shining on you will never go out. I send you blessings from the imperial capital: your friend Zhuang

feather."

"We will meet again, I firmly believe, not in life, but on the screen. I look forward to meeting you again and getting together with old friends. If I cry, don't laugh at me, Wang Zhen."

"I just drank a lot of wine, and now I'm dizzy. When I picked up the pen, my mind was full of pictures, but I didn't know what to say. We've known each other for eight years, and the first impression I had was that I had a short haircut back then and was a little green.

You are sleepy, I am going to sleep, I wish you a happy life, my good brother Zheng Yi."

There were twelve notes in total, with not many words, only a few hundred words in total. Lu Ze read them for a long time, then pinched the corners of his eyes, showed a smile, and took out a bottle of beer from the wine rack behind him.

Opened it and drank it all in one breath.

"Why are you so sensational?"

After looking around, he finally took out a box of tea leaves, put the tea leaves somewhere else, carefully placed the note inside, put it in the drawer, and gently tightened the lock.

I powered on the small colored lights hanging on the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the colorful breathing lights began to flash. I ran my fingers across the eight large refrigerators. Finally, I walked to the door and gently pressed the wall light switch. The room fell into darkness.

After taking a shower, I put on a white hurdle vest and large pants, pulled on my slippers and returned to the small bedroom that was converted into a coffee shop employee locker room. I lay on the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and took out a black notebook from the bedside table drawer.

A leather diary, with the water-based pen in my hand turning a few strokes.

I forgot when he got into the habit of keeping a diary. He didn't write every day, but when he was in a good mood, he would record something memorable, like today.

"It will open tomorrow on March 15th. I feel a little complicated. After all, I have invested almost all the money. If the results are not good, I may really have to find a job to make a living. I don't know what I am doing."

To be honest, I am a little anxious about whether the bet is right or not."

"Today I hung the photos I took with you all on the wall. Suddenly I missed the past so much and missed the friends I made while on the road. Even though I had only been away for just three months, I really missed them. I don't know.

In this life, will I ever have the chance to appear in front of them like before?"

"In three months, a lot of changes have really taken place. Zixuan put on her construction hat again. The photo looks quite silly. She doesn't know how to change her big work clothes. Brother Liu and his sister-in-law opened a small restaurant

, I don’t know how it tastes, I really want to try it, and Aunt Han doesn’t know which country she went to to relax.”

"It must be uncomfortable to return to an ordinary life. I wish all those who have been let down by me can be well. Good night."

Close the diary, extinguish the cigarette butt, reach out to disperse the smoke that is very obvious under the light, put the diary back on the bottom of the drawer, lean against the bed, close your eyes and rest your mind.

A black figure quietly jumped on the bed, sat next to Lu Ze, and stared at him quietly. For a moment, a lamp, a person, and a cat were surprisingly quiet and harmonious, until it lightly bit Lu Ze.

Lu Ze woke up Lu Ze, who was deep in thought, with Ze's fingers. He covered his head with a pair of big hands and gently rubbed his forehead lines.

"Do you want to sleep together? Okay, let's go to sleep."

He hugged it into bed, stretched out his hand to pull the light cord, and rubbed his face on its hair. It felt very soft and very comfortable, until a mechanical human voice suddenly sounded in his mind, which surprised Lu Ze.

Ever since he quit the filming of "Desolation", the system has never thought about it again. Counting it, it has been almost four months.

Lu Ze thought that if he stopped filming in this life, maybe the system would never work again, but unexpectedly, less than four months later, he heard this stiff voice again.

"It has been detected that the host has entered rest and is preparing to enter teaching mode."

The next second, Lu Ze fell into sleep. The cripple stared, and after confirming that Lu Ze was asleep, he quietly crawled out of Lu Ze's arms and got into his own nest. Lu Ze was snoring in his sleep, and he followed him.

Lu Ze lay together and couldn't sleep.

"It is detected that the host has not accepted a new script invitation for a hundred days, and a practical review is forced. The host is asked to choose the script by himself. After the review, the external supplementary script memory is retained, and the system generates the script. The plot context will be blocked, leaving only the character interpretation memory.

Ninety-five points are passed, ninety-seven points are good, and ninety-eight points are excellent. The score is determined by the system, and there are penalties for failure."

Lu Ze was not surprised at all by the mandatory practical review. After living with the system for so many years, he knew very well the urinary nature of the system teacher. In other words, he knew very well how many excrement balls the system pushed its butt and pooped. It was

Seeing how Lu Ze was farting so much these days that his heels were broken, he had to find something for Lu Ze to do.

He didn't mind reviewing at all. After all, acting was already a part of life for him. It was impossible to say that Lu Ze didn't feel bored after so many days without filming. He had never felt bored.

During the one-hundred-day holiday, I was fine when I was busy, but when I was idle, I felt out of place and always felt like there was something wrong with me.

People are really cheap. When he was filming before, he was busy and tired every day. During the period of laziness, Lu Ze wanted to eat the script. But being busy has become a habit. It is really easy not to film.

Suppress the illness.

It's just that Lu Ze feels a bit toothache looking at this scoring standard. He can't act in all scripts, unless he is made of plasticine. No, in the system space, he is really made of plasticine.

In short, you have to consider whether the character image is appropriate for Lu Ze. Otherwise, if Lu Ze is forced to play the role, the taste will not be right. Just like a plate of spicy chicken is sweet, can it be eaten without nausea?

In addition, Lu Ze wanted to ask, who is considered to have passed with 95 points? Subject 2 is so difficult but only 90 points! Is this a number that humans can determine?

It is estimated that in the coming days, beatings will become commonplace. People in their thirties are beaten all day long. What kind of life is this? Thinking about it makes Lu Ze feel miserable. Now all he can think about is what position to lie on his stomach in.

, be gentler when being beaten.

Now the image of the system has taken shape in Lu Ze's mind. It's like a strong man over two meters tall, with big shoulders and a round waist, full of tendons. He pinches Lu Ze's neck, slaps the script on Lu Ze's face, and says: "Give it to me."

play."

Wait, why is the emoticon of the black and white husky with its front paws raised, mouth open, eyes wide open and a leash tied around its neck after being frightened by other dogs?

I don’t want to have so much mess. Fortunately, I can choose my own script, which reduces the difficulty factor a lot, and the system can be regarded as a better one.

"Loading completed, ready to enter the script library, course 31 begins."

In the white system space, the huge red numbers above the head began to beat, and the space became dark as before, until it fell into darkness and the light came again.

He stood in front of a sofa. The flames of the fireplace were constantly jumping, conveying the warmth brought by the wood turning to ashes to the outside world. There were some snacks on the coffee table. The touch of the carpet was so real, as if it were really real.

It's worth tens of thousands per square meter.

This scene is very similar to a common scene in European and American movies, with two trees just like Christmas, but there are no trees, no turkeys, and no children opening presents. Santa Claus would probably be scalded to death if he got in through the fireplace.

However, this scene was still warm and seemed very comfortable, until Lu Ze turned around, his pupils slightly dilated, and expressed his cordial greetings to the system.

"I'm your mother"

Two oversized bookshelves, at least five meters high and seven or eight meters long, were arranged neatly against the wall, leaving only an aisle almost two meters wide. They were facing Lu Ze, showing Lu Ze too many things to count.

Qing's script.

Behind these two bookshelves, there are still two bookshelves of the same size, and then there are two more bookshelves. Since there is no light inside, Lu Ze cannot judge how long this aisle is, but Lu Ze is sure that it is definitely longer than he imagined.

Much longer, why? Because there is a brand new Emma electric car placed next to him

I walked to the bookshelf, picked out a book at random, and found that this script had already been filmed in reality. This script already existed, but it was a bad movie, which proved that not all scripts here are so sophisticated, good or bad.

, and Lu Ze had to choose it himself.

However, the sharp-eyed Lu Ze still caught a glimpse of a movie script that he was very interested in and had read many times. He pushed the big ladder in front of the bookshelf and blocked the rollers below. Lu Ze climbed to the top and pulled the script

come out.

The outside of each script here is made of cardboard, just like those high-end books. When you open it, the paper quality is very good and feels great. If you take a close breath and inhale deeply, you can smell the fragrance of ink.

Lu Ze stopped choosing and decided that this was it. At the beginning, he should choose some existing scripts and start with the simpler ones to avoid being beaten on the first day of review.

The sofa is not as soft as expected. It only sinks half as deep into the buttocks. Then you can feel a kind of support, which can protect the waist very well. No matter how long Lu Ze sits, he will not be so tired and will not hurt his buttocks.

Sitting numb.

He reached out and picked up the kettle on the coffee table. There was liquid in it. He took out the cup and poured out the light green water. He picked it up and smelled it to make sure it was tea and not water that had been left out for too long. Then the temperature filtered through the cup.

It passed into the palm of Lu Ze's hand and he took a sip. It tasted good and the temperature was very suitable.

Putting a dark green blanket with a presbyopia pattern on his knees, picking up the markers of various colors placed on the coffee table, Lu Ze officially opened the script of this classic inspirational movie that touched him countless times, "Ah

"The True Story of Gan".

"Forrest Gump?"

The system's voice sounded. Lu Ze flipped through the script, hummed slightly, and expressed his decision.

"The script has been finalized. "Forrest Gump" will be shot in one hundred and twenty hours. The countdown begins."

“Just be a fucking human!!!!”

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