This female idol is by no means my favorite student

Chapter 129 126. The Long Night Walked Alone

The opening ceremony of the crew was scheduled for the early morning of the next day.

Although it is no longer the era of feudal superstition, each crew will still burn incense and worship gods when the film is turned on, for auspiciousness.

There will be reporters from various media outside to take pictures.

These procedures were all passed down from Xiangjiang in the last century, and they had been established for a long time, just like other crews, and Yu Cang just followed the crowd.

After the grand opening ceremony, according to the previously arranged plan, the crew also arranged several individual media interviews for the leading actors.

The focus naturally fell on Zhang Mingying.

"Knowledge" is a typical heroine drama, the role of the hero is far less than that of the heroine.

And compared to Zhang Mingying's good performance on the small screen in recent years, after the first male lead Fu Wei became popular with an ancient puppet show in the Qing Dynasty many years ago, the follow-up works have always received mediocre response.

For this kind of artist who seems to have no hope of becoming popular, the media will naturally not pay too much attention to him.

Even if there is, I'm still concerned about whether he and Zhang Mingying will co-star this time, whether it's because of the drama.
Yu Cang was sitting next to him, admiring the ambiguous and familiar tone of this senior in the entertainment industry when he responded to the reporter's question.

Today, he asked Xiao Jiang, a surfer in the entertainment industry, and found out that this senior is indeed a "talent".

It's not that his acting skills are so good, but that this person really has the unique ability to spread rumors.

Searching for his name, [-] to [-]% of the content is about his scandals with his partners or ex-girlfriends.

Well, the recent scandals are mainly related to Zhang Mingying.

The scandal is full of abuse from Zhang Mingying's fans.

These are not mentioned.

It was already night time when all the tedious things were over and the crew officially started filming.

next to the monitor.

"Yu Cang, look," Lu Zhi said with the script on his knee while gesturing with Yu Cang, "After you finish talking with your mother in a while, come out through that door."

"okay, I get it."

"You should be familiar with the events of this scene. Qi Heng's father was trapped in Prince Yong's mansion, and his mother entered the palace to ask the Queen Mother for help. rise."

"At this time, King Yong besieged Qi Heng's father and forced Qi Heng to compromise and accept the marriage. It was no longer just to fulfill his own daughter, but also to force the Qi family to stand in line in the court."

"So what Qi Heng feels is not just the frustration of love, you have to grasp this point well, understand?"

Yu Cang nodded from time to time, communicating with Lu Zhi in a low voice.

After chatting for nearly 10 minutes, the two ended their conversation.

The makeup artist came over and gave Yu Cang a final touch-up.

Lighting, props, cameras, and actors are all ready.

Inside the house where the candles flickered slightly.

Yu Cang knelt down by the bed slowly, holding a medicine bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.

Feeding the sickly mother one mouthful at a time.

The bowl of Chinese medicine soup bottomed out.

His mother, Princess Pingning, held his hand and said softly, "You are still sick, please rest quickly."

"Tomorrow I will go to the palace to guard again, and I beg my empress. Although Prince Yong's mansion deceived your father, he must not dare to harm him lightly, so you can rest assured."

Yu Cang looked at her silently.

Her mother, who had always been aloof and even somewhat proud, became haggard overnight.

Regarding what his mother said, he neither nodded nor denied, but just forced a smile,

"Mother, after drinking the Anshen soup, get a good night's sleep first, and then go to find your father when your spirit recovers."

Putting down the medicine bowl, he tucked the quilt for his mother.

Glancing at the swaying candles blown by the night wind, he lowered his eyes and walked out the door in silence.

The servant was waiting for him outside the door, "Young master, let's rest."

He glanced at the new entourage, and suddenly said, "I don't know if you have had Mengpo soup because you went to the Naihe Bridge."

No, it was his last personal entourage.

Just a few days ago, because he helped him to contact the girl from the Sheng family, not because his mother, the sick and weak woman lying on the collapsed bed, ordered him to be killed with a cane.

It was too late to be sad and angry for him, this huge Duke of Qi's mansion was already in turmoil in an instant.

His fiery emotions were directly watered by the cold rain outside the mansion, losing the last bit of warmth.

"If you are not a brother, you are most loyal to your son. With God's blessing, in the next life, you will definitely vote for a good family."

He turned around, looked at the person in front of him fixedly, and suddenly smiled,
"A good man, I only hope that he will have a happier life in the next life, and don't fall into a family like ours again."

He had a smile on his face, but his voice was hoarse and dry.

The servant fell to the ground, "My lord, isn't the Duke's Mansion not good enough?"

He lowered his eyes and looked at the servant, as if he saw his former self.

He suppressed his smile.

He thought of many times in the past.

He remembered the pen and ink gift he had given to that girl from the Sheng family, and the grand horse race he had held to meet her.

She thought of the porcelain doll beside her bed that made love to her.

Yu Cang laughed at himself.

"People outside look at it and feel that we need wind to get wind and rain to get rain."

"When we looked at Ouchi, we also felt that the officials were majestic and powerful, and they came from all over the world."

"But we are all mortals, not gods. He has suffering, I have suffering, and everyone has suffering in their hearts."

He walked out of the corridor step by step, letting his tears flow.

"Its suffering is unspeakable, and its pain is unspeakable."

"Three thousand stars in the Luohe River, not only shining on the moonlight"

After saying this, he laughed "hoho" twice.

This laughter, in this silent night, was somewhat shrill.

He bent over, put his palms over his face, and cried and laughed.

All the past is really like that pair of porcelain dolls.

Beautiful and fragile.

The boy followed closely with worry on his face, "My lord."

But he stood still at the end of the corridor, straightened his back, "Go and prepare the carriage for me."

Looking back, apart from the wet tears on his face, his eyes were already peaceful, "I'm going to Prince Yong's Mansion."

Let mother rest well before making plans. Those words are just empty words.

He knew where the root of the problem was, always had.

Just don't want to face it.

But now, there was only this road ahead of him.

The faltering candle of the Qi family needs him.

The boy hesitated, but he just repeated calmly, "Go."

After that, he looked up at the cold moon outside the corridor, and then looked down at the steps at the end of the corridor,

Step, pause, step over.

Only a long back is left.

This level of steps is like a raised mountain range.

All the childishness and innocence of young people, even with tears, are left on the other side forever.

He will be alone

Through this long night under the cold moonlight.

Those who have never cried long nights are not enough to speak of life.

　The plot of the second half of this chapter has been modified by me. If you have a book friend who has watched the TV series, don’t be too entangled

　　
　
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