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Chapter 28

Although Ji Bandit didn't say anything, he naturally thought about it in his heart.They didn't contact each other, being busy on the one hand and being entangled on the other.

It's just that I always feel inexplicably lost on weekdays, and I miss those trivial details of life together.

In the first week after Zhou Nan entered the group, Ji Bandits were still in a state of confusion.The absent-minded work caused him to be scolded several times, but fortunately there was no shooting task during this period, otherwise it would be the opposite of what he insisted on.

Ji Bandit took a shower and came out of the bathroom, and poured two glasses of water by himself.

One cold, one hot, like so many times before.

He didn't realize that he was alone in the house.

Habits formed earlier are always hard to change.

When you are used to the dim sunlight in the early morning, you can smile and say good morning to people; when you are used to the crowded street, you can find your way subconsciously; It is no longer counting stars alone; when you get used to the tempering of the theater and the rush of the crew, life and work are on the right track.

When you get used to it, a person walks into your life.

Even if you don't say, don't think, or think about it, that kind of passionate emotion will grow by itself.

The seeds planted unintentionally are watered by memories, and they insist on breaking out of the ground, braving new green shoots and swaying in the wind.The tiny branches and leaves are trembling, and in the corners that are avoided and ignored, no one knows that it has already shaded the sun enough.

Bandit Ji wiped his hair, and the unwashed water droplets slipped into the clothes along the white neck exposed by the neckline.

He tugged at the collar, as if feeling that the drops of water were a bit cool, and even frowned.

He threw the towel casually and slung it on the sofa.

This towel is not his own... Ji Bandit thought to himself, and drank the glass of cold water as if in a fit of anger.

In the fourth week after Zhou Nan entered the group, Ji Bandit tricked his agent into getting the first draft of the script when he took over the show.According to the general shooting progress, I pondered a little bit.

"Black Copper and Silver" tells the story of the rise and fall of a craft and a family.

The craft is called black copper and silver, and the family's surname is Yue.

Black copper and silver use copper as the tire, and the patterns are carved. Generally, molten silver water is injected into the patterns. After cooling, the black utensils are inlaid with silver patterns, which are black and white, elegant and unique.

However, it is extremely cumbersome to make, and every step cannot be mistaken, and since ancient times, it has been passed on from male to female, and from inside to outside.It was inherited from generation to generation.

But this skill was almost lost in Yue Qian's generation.Yue Qian has been extremely disgusted with black copper and silver since he was a child. In order to let those who really love it carry it forward, his father simply decided to break the rules and accept disciples.

But the apprentice didn't receive it, and the world changed.

The store was smashed, and the family was scattered... Yue Qian felt very sad seeing his father being arrested.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't like this craft, on the contrary, he was attracted by it the first time he saw black copper and silver.

But he didn't want to be bound by the family tradition from generation to generation, and rebelliously wanted to escape, so he kept pretending to be dismissive.

When my father was released, he didn't even have the strength to pick up tools.He had a broken finger and was blind in one eye.

Yue Qian knew that the ups and downs of this craft and this family depended on him alone.

Lying on the rocking chair, the weak father quietly closed his eyes, waiting for an answer.

"The black copper and silver will be passed on, in the name of the Yue family."

After this is a large blank space.

At the end of the blank space, a quaint duplex building, apprentices and customers come and go.

This craft and this family, he has carried on until now.

Yue Qian sat there, smiling relievedly.

Ji Bandit closed the script, and he briefly read it.

It wasn't a sudden impulse, he just wanted to get closer to him in this way.

After all, he did miss him a little bit.

On the sixth week after Zhou Nan joined the team, Ji Bandit curled up on the bed.

He flipped through his phone for a while, and the gangster movie that Zhou Nan participated in had already started to be promoted, and there were actors' makeup photos and promotional videos everywhere.

Many people have noticed Zhou Nan here. After all, he has a good figure and appearance, and the characters in the play are also very attractive.

The agent took the opportunity to advance the plan step by step, and released the news that Zhou Nan is currently filming Director Xu's new movie.The two sides rubbed each other's heat, which instantly made Zhou Nan occupy the topic list.

Boring, advertised as a perfect character, I'm not the only one who knows what he actually looks like.

Ji Bandit put the mobile phone on the bedside table and turned over.I couldn't help feeling a little bit of complacency in my heart, but at the same time, I also felt that my belongings were being spied on by others.

He doesn't like this, that person is obviously his.

Ji Bandit closed his eyes. Recently, he always felt in a trance that Zhou Nan was back, but in fact, that person was still working hard on filming.

Miss him, miss him very much.

He wanted to be with him now regardless.

Don't care about anything, don't think about anything.

This person belonged to him, and he was afraid that it would be too late, so he would not be able to catch him anymore.

In the eighth week after Zhou Nan entered the team, Ji Bandit climbed the mountain alone overnight.

He followed the long queue climbing the mountain to watch the sunrise, advancing slowly little by little.

Like worshipers, with full of piety and expectation.

The air on the top of the mountain is a bit thin, and there is faint light in the sky.

The mist mixed with the morning dew surrounds you, like an unreal and beautiful dream.

Ji Bandit closed his eyes, he thought, if it was a dream, maybe he can dream of that person now.

Maybe this way, they can watch the sunrise together.

what a pity.

In the tenth week after Zhou Nan entered the group, Ji Bandit returned to the orphanage where he lived.

the source of everything.

his starting point.

Maybe it's their starting point.

Ji Bandit didn't call Zhuang Jichuan and Jiang Yuan.They had always been together in the past, but now he had to judge for himself.

It's always easy to confuse people with someone by his side, and he doesn't want to be affected by the slightest outside influence on this matter.

The children are taking a nap.

The sun in the winter afternoon shone warmly on my body, and the wind and snow stopped.

Ji Bandit took off the fluffy scarf, exhaled and watched it become a mist in front of his eyes.

He knew that Zhou Nan was coming back soon.

In fact, I already have the answer in my heart.

During this period of time, he has been thinking about Zhou Nan for a moment.

He had to admit that that person had already occupied the most important position in his heart.

Try not to think about it, try not to contact him, try to take him out of your life.

But those all failed, and he failed miserably.

Can't do it, can't do it.

The delusion is accompanied by a little bit of selfish expansion, even if he wants to control it, he can't do anything.

Just like someone.

Inferiority and self-esteem, past and future, he admits that these are still very important things in life.

It doesn't matter if you say he is not sober, or you say he is irrational, but his emotions cannot be suppressed.

Zhou Nan had already shown him his heart, what else could he not let go of?

But their fate actually started when a tragic hero saved the beauty, this first meeting couldn't be worse.

Ji Bandit took out the note that he regarded as a shame, shook his head and laughed and tore it up.

The snow from the sky whirled and drifted down, and the sudden wind blew the corners of Ji Bandit's eyes red.

It looked like she was crying, but there were no tears on her face.

It looked like he was smiling again, but the corners of his mouth stubbornly refused to rise.

He let go of his hand, and the torn pieces of paper were mixed into the wind and snow. They were blown by the wind, and they were cold and clean under the sun.

Ji Bandit didn't rewrap the scarf, but let it hang around his neck casually.

It's like saying goodbye to something, happy and free.

It seems to be chasing something, wanton and frivolous.

The author has something to say:

A little bit late, this chapter is a bit difficult to write!

In fact, the original prototype of the script "Black Copper and Silver" was a short story written by me. This craft is still being passed on, and the real thing is really beautiful!But some of the plot and characters are just made up by me!The textual research party asks to pat orz

thank you all! (humble me want a comment qwq)