Seclusion in the Entertainment Industry

After seeing off Li Ziqiang, Han Xiaohong returned to her room, packed her things a little, and then started preparing for tomorrow's shooting plan.

She worked until about one o'clock in the morning before she finished everything. She sat in front of the table in a daze for a while, but she didn't feel sleepy.

Buzzing...it seemed like mosquitoes were flying around her ears again.

Han Xiaohong couldn't help but think of the way Li Ziqiang secretly stared at her not long ago.

Obviously, she would not really believe Li Ziqiang's nonsense about "there are mosquitoes", but... in order to avoid embarrassment, she did not reveal the truth.

She just thought it was a little funny.

Hmm... Think about it... She seems to have never seriously considered her life-long affairs in recent years. Ever since the last bastard got out of his life, she has devoted herself wholeheartedly to her film career and her relationship. She has always avoided aspects of the matter.

Of course, for such a long time, it was not that no one introduced her to other partners, and it was not that she had never encountered aliens who were eager to pursue her, but in the end she chose to give up out of boredom.

What's good about men? There’s nothing more fun than movies!

Of course, she herself was aware of Li Ziqiang's subtle feelings for her. However, she very rationally believed that it was unlikely that she and Li Ziqiang would develop in depth. On the one hand, the identity gap between the two was a bit big. On the other hand, she Their personalities are not very suitable either.

Although Han Xiaohong does not think Li Ziqiang's character is soft or cowardly. On the contrary, she also thinks that Li Ziqiang is down-to-earth, humble, and purely unpretentious. However, no matter how good Li Ziqiang's character is, after all, it does not match her own.

So...it's great to be friends happily!

As she was thinking about it, Han Xiaohong suddenly burst into laughter. She didn't know why she was thinking so much tonight. Moreover, what she was thinking about now seemed a bit pretentious. After all, Li Ziqiang was so interesting. , but she didn't really express anything. She really didn't need to think about it first.

After rubbing her face, Han Xiaohong went to wash up again, and then lay down on the bed.

However, I tossed and turned...still couldn't sleep...

Damn, don't you have to lose sleep? There's still a lot of work to do tomorrow!

Han Xiaohong finally took out her mobile phone helplessly.

I want to listen to a song to hypnotize me.

When she opened the music software, she suddenly remembered what Li Ziqiang said before leaving, so she couldn't help but pull out Zhang Yiwen's album.

She bought and listened to Zhang Yiwen's new album not long after it was released, and a few days before, she liked the song "Fruits of Midsummer" better. The faint sadness in the song made her feel a little self-pitying.

However, after the crew started working, she stopped listening to music, and she didn't listen to the other songs in Zhang Yiwen's new album very seriously.

Now, on this sleepless night, influenced by Li Ziqiang's words, she turned out this album again.

This time she closed her eyes and listened carefully to each song, hoping to hear it until she fell asleep.

The first song, "My Future Is Not a Dream," the second song, "The Wind Rises," and the third song, "Snail"... Well, these songs are all so positive and inspiring that Han Xiaohong couldn't even sleep after listening to them.

Soon, "Your Smile" and "I Do" were played in turn... Both songs were a bit sweet. Han Xiaohong felt goosebumps after listening to them. Fortunately, it was night and she was lying in bed alone. Otherwise, if She would feel embarrassed listening to it in a crowded place outside.

Next came the two songs "Fruits of Midsummer" and "The Price of Love". Sure enough, Han Xiaohong still prefers this style of music. The soothing, light, and continuous sadness and understanding are the most suitable for her now. Emotional state.

But... strange... why can't I fall asleep?

Soon, the last song "Mo" began to play.

Han Xiaohong had only heard this song once before. Because she thought the lyrics were a bit pretentious and the melody was too sad, she never listened to it again.

But now in this sleepless night, she took off all her psychological defenses and listened to this song again.

…

“I am condemned by love to a life of solitude;”

“Don’t fight back, don’t let go;”

"The endless circle drawn by the pen;"

"The fate that fills the heart;"

"It's you……"

“Why does love condemn all beings to loneliness;”

“Can’t break free, can’t escape;”

"The knot that cannot be untied;"

"The fate that cannot be undone;"

"It's you……"

…

This was the first time that Han Xiaohong listened to this song very immersed and seriously. She closed her eyes, breathed slowly and relaxed, and remained motionless.

Until the whole song was finished, she inexplicably repeated the single several times.

This song is so sad... Why do the corners of my eyes suddenly feel wet...

But...a moment later, Han Xiaohong suddenly opened his eyes again.

In the dark night, she did not shed tears after all, but neatly stopped playing the music, and then threw the phone aside.

She turned over, lying on her side, slowly closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Sentenced to lifelong loneliness by love?

Sentence your sister, who the hell are you, sentence me?

Not fighting back? That's called stupidity; if you don't let go, that's called stupidity!

It's you? It’s...your sister!

This song is like a heavy foot stepping on Han Xiaohong's heart.

However, after listening to this song several times, Han Xiaohong suddenly felt a gap opening in her heart...

Just like a seed buried in the dark soil, after a long wait, it finally broke open to the surface and grew a seedling representing new life.

Sometimes, the reason why the seedlings sprout out of the ground is not because of sunlight, moisture, air...but...it just lacks the foot that was stepped on.

First step on it, crushing the weak buds of the seedlings until they can't lift their heads... But when this kick leaves, the buds will bottom out, burst out with more powerful vitality, and then break out of the ground. .

This is Han Xiaohong's current state.

Something seemed to revive deep inside her, so she felt more at ease than ever...and she quickly fell asleep.

…

Chen Feng never thought that the songs he wrote would eventually affect a person's heart in this way.

And this person is still Han Xiaohong.

However, this is the case with music, even movies or all other works of art. Once the work is created, it is placed there. How you listen to it, how you see it, and how you understand it are all your own business. In fact, you have nothing to do with the original author. What does it matter?

No matter you say others are being sentimental or over-interpreting it, this is the stimulation and inspiration brought by the work itself. No one can deny this!