Chapter 3: Late but Arriving
With the character biography in hand, Qin Chuan thought for a while and said, "Brother Bo, I'll play it again, please help me take a look."
"Okay, let's go to the yard."
After moving a chair, Qin Chuan came to the yard, facing the sunset without saying a word, his face full of melancholy and sigh.
Huang Bo stood aside, folding his hands on 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's quite easy to take care of someone, but Qin Chuan has no talent and really can't take care of him.
Sometimes, if you want to give him a hand, you have to have a place to lend a hand.
"You kid is teasing me, right? Those who know are lovelorn, but those who don't know think you are constipated. Okay, no need to act, you can't do that."
"You can't even understand such a simple role. How will you act in the ones with many roles and lines in the future?"
"I'm going to buy some delicious food. After eating, you can go home tomorrow."
Huang Bo didn't say a word. It doesn't matter if you don't want to go back, as long as you can afford the rent.
This house was rented by him before. He had a good income and could afford to live here. The same could not be said for Qin Chuan. After paying the rent, he would have to drink the northwest wind and he would not be able to survive for a few days.
Acting can never be so 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.
Working in a bar is his side job, and the money comes in much faster than performing as a group performer. He can earn more than a hundred yuan a night, and if he's lucky, he can earn two to three hundred.
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 hundred-word biography written by Huang Bo. Next to his pillow was the Nuo instrument that made him crazy.
"The Nuo tools, the Nuo tools, you should fucking say something."
"Tongzi?"
"Big daddy?"
"Fuck me!"
He later wore this mask many times, and tried dripping blood, roasting it with a lighter, and soaking it in water, but there was no reaction at all.
"Oh, can I only take the second path and become a singer?"
The mask was casually slapped on his face, and Qin Chuan closed his eyes as if life-threatening.
The singer was his backup plan.
With the memory of the parallel world, he does remember a few complete songs, and they will definitely explode when he takes them out.
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 the basics can he come up with songs. This takes time.
His mind was in a mess and he was dizzy. Qin Chuan's vision went dark and his consciousness sank instantly.
When he opened his eyes again, he was sitting on a chair in the park where he was filming during the day.
As the sun sets, there are old men and women walking around, middle-aged men playing with their children and wives, young people running in casual sportswear, and couples holding hands and laughing and playing sweetly.
Qin Chuan leaned on the back of his chair and stared at the passers-by in a daze, thinking about every moment he had with his girlfriend.
The two of them had their first date here. They climbed mountains together, went to the zoo together, took the cable car together, watched the scenery together, took photos, talked and laughed together... and also said here that they would be together for the rest of their lives.
One sentence was inappropriate, you can't give me the life I want, and the two of them ended everything.
Thinking about it, Qin Chuan slumped down on the chair, raised his head to the sky, and a bitter smile appeared on his mouth. It all seemed like yesterday, and all kinds of thoughts, sour and sad, flooded into his heart.
When he came back to his senses, his eyes were filled with mist.
Afraid of being seen by passers-by, she turned her head and buried it in her arms, crying silently.
In the corner of the park not far away, a dancing aunt played prison birds on the speaker, and several old ladies danced to the music.
"I'm like your dispensable shadow, watching you lie coldly."
"This chaotic city cannot tolerate my infatuation. What makes you so obsessed with such presumptuousness..."
In the dream, I didn’t know that I was a guest. When Qin Chuan opened his eyes again, he was still lying on the bed with a Nuo instrument on his face.
Her cheeks were stained with tears and the pillow was soaked.
"Fuck, this dream is so real." Taking off the exorcism tool, Qin Chuan wiped his tears. In the dream, it was as if he had been dumped.
Looking at the Nuo tools, he was a little doubtful: "It can't be such a coincidence."
He never believed in coincidences. He had just finished reading biographies during the day and had the same dream when he put on the Nuo tools at night.
The scene is so real, exactly the same as what Huang Bo wrote. Even a one-to-one TV series would not be able to be so restored and realistic.
"Communicate between heaven and earth, play the role of gods, seek good fortune and avoid disasters... You can even play the role of a god, so is it normal to play an ordinary person?"
In order to verify his conjecture, he picked up the biography, found a ballpoint pen, and made a few more changes.
Then put on the Nuo tools.
After a few seconds.
It was the same scene again, unchanged at all. Qin Chuan cried again in his dream, but the song the old lady played at the end changed. This time there was no song.
This is what he just cut.
After waking up from the dream, Qin Chuan took off the Nuo tools. This time his eyes were sore from crying. He had experienced two love breakups in his dream, and he was extremely depressed now.
Looking up at the light bulb, I didn't want to say a word.
Qin Chuan then experimented several times and finally understood the function of the Nuo tools.
The first function: write a biography of a character, including the character’s birth date and birth date. After wearing the Nuo instrument, the content will be reproduced with you as the protagonist in the dream.
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 has lived a new life.
The length of the dream depends entirely on the length of the biography, and time passes much slower in the dream than in reality, and the two are out of sync.
The second function: Nuo tools seem to have perfect functions. For example, the biography written by Huang Bo at the beginning was actually only one or two hundred words, and the content was very rough.
But the evolution in the dream is definitely more than two hundred words, and every detail has been perfected and enriched by Nuo tools.
…
"Creak!"
Carrying his guitar and looking tired, Huang Bo got off work. When he walked in, he saw Qin Chuan lying on his bed.
His eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking. There were just tears in the corners of his eyes, his nose was slightly red, and he was looking ahead blankly.
Just in time, Qin Chuan heard the sound and turned his head to look at him.
Huang Bo was stunned. What kind of pitiful and helpless look was this? He was being fucked in the anus at home?
“I’ve only been out for a long time, what’s wrong with you?”
"It's nothing, just let me slow down." Qin Chuan's voice was choked and he turned over, hunched over and facing away from him.
The back is desolate and lonely.
"No, what's going on?" Huang Bo was confused.
Qin Chuan wiped the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath and sat up: "It's okay, I'm practicing falling in love."
After a few dreams, he couldn't recover for a while, and his whole mood was still in the character.
Huang Bo opened his mouth, but hesitated: "If you don't know, you think your wife is dead."
Qin Chuan forced out a smile: "Brother, am I doing well?"
"That's great, how did you get the idea?"
Obviously I was still a lump in the afternoon, with no acting talent at all, but only a few hours later, my dear, I became the best actor.
Silent crying, tears on the cheeks, empty eyes, no trace of acting at all, just like a real lovelorn.
(End of chapter)