In the pure white and elegant mourning hall, countless celebrities gathered here to say goodbye to Chu Xiaxing, a famous director in the industry. Dressed in solemn clothes, they took turns lining up to complete the ceremony in front of the photos of the mourning hall, shaking hands with their relatives in grief.
Because Chu Xiaxing had no husband or children, the funeral was arranged by his niece, Han Chuning. Han Chuning was twenty-four years old this year. Her face was full of sadness and her expression was gloomy. Although Chu Xiaxing was nominally her aunt, she was no less than half a mother emotionally, so she naturally hit her hard.
Han Chuning strongly received the mourning people. Chu Xiaxing was well-known in the circle, and many men and women came.
"If it wasn't for Director Chu who promoted me back then, I still don't know where I am now. She is definitely a great director who doesn't want to be a man..." The man's eyes turned red as he spoke, and he suddenly wailed and cried, "Dao'er Ah- little Wang is here to see you-"
Han Chuning looked at the man who fell to the ground crying, she was a little overwhelmed, and finally shed tears silently. When everyone saw this, it was not easy to persuade them. The man who was sitting on the ground crying had worked with Chu Xiaxing for many years, and outsiders only regarded him as having deep feelings for Director Chu.
"Take it down, put it here and say that I am a woman and don't let me be a man. I didn't see you when I was dating me. Remember to promote." Chu Xiaxing floated lazily past Xiao Wang, who was crying bitterly. In the middle, he couldn't help but muttered, "If you have the ability, come to see me downstairs, and you even put on a show for yourself..."
Chu Xiaxing is now a mass of souls. She is patrolling the sky above her funeral, and listening to the crying below is quite disturbing.
She did not feel grief over her own death. More than 60 years of wind and frost have added to her experience. At her age, many things have become clear, and the funeral is also a formality after all.
She wandered in the mourning hall for a while, and then she was bored and wanted to drift away with the wind. The sincere tears of relatives and friends made her heart block, and the fake performances of passers-by made her feel irritable, and she just wanted to smash the heads of these people.
Because she has worked in Vanity Fair all her life, even in her farewell funeral, this attitude is still not halved. She once broke up with her former friends for the sake of profit, and she also reconciled with her rival alliance. Now everyone seems to have forgotten the love-hate entanglement of the past, and gathers here to mourn for her, true or false.
Chu Xiaxing was both loved and hated before her death, but after her death, she was conferred a god by her achievements, and she became a perfect person in film history.
Chu Xiaxing was too lazy for the audience to tout her achievements at the funeral, she simply floated out leisurely, and flew freely into the sky without even looking back.
She felt that it was interesting to be a wandering soul, and she also knew many wandering souls who had also just passed away. They were floating in the sky together, waiting for the first seven moments to return home. It is said that they disappear naturally after the first seven.
"Why does it look different from us?" Chu Xiaxing looked at the golden-white soul like a galaxy beside him, but found a light blue alien mixed in it, and was naturally curious. She has always been very courageous and speaks candidly. Even if she doesn't know the spirits around her, she still dares to open her mouth to ask questions.
"Ah, that's a living soul, I guess it was accidentally mixed in..." The soul next to him actually replied.
"Soul?"
"Yes, the body is not dead yet, but the soul accidentally leaves the body. If you don't return in time, you will lose your life."
Chu Xiaxing was quite surprised and said with admiration, "You know a lot? What did you do before you were alive?"
The soul who answered was embarrassed and said, "Poor Dao only knows a thing or two."
As soon as Chu Xiaxing heard the other party's claim, he had an idea. It turned out that this soul was a Daoist before his death, so he joked: "Then you really only know a little bit, otherwise you wouldn't be in our team."
Chu Xiaxing: Don't all of you who engage in metaphysics should live forever
The Taoist soul reluctantly said: "Beyond life and death is the cultivation of heaven, and the poor will naturally experience birth, old age, sickness and death..."
Chu Xiaxing: "How long can a living soul leave the body?"
Taoist soul: "Ordinary people will be in danger for at most one or two hours."
Chu Xiaxing was stunned when she heard the words. She immediately leaned down and floated down to find the soul, and said in a hurry, "Then why don't you drive it out quickly and let it follow us to court death!"
Taoist soul: "Oh, most of this kind of soul is mentally unstable, it may think you are nosy."
The soul of a normal person will not leave the body, and there are more or less problems with the soul that is separated from the body.
As soon as the Taoist priest's voice fell, Chu Xiaxing had already drifted far away, and her domineering voice came back with the wind: "I don't want it to feel it, I want me to feel it!"
As a Scorpio director, Chu Xiaxing had a strong desire to control before she died. Her niece, Han Chuning, has been under her control since she was a child, not to mention the other subordinates she encounters at work.
Chu Xiaxing was not afraid of being scolded for being meddlesome. If she felt that something was wrong, she would definitely break it down with the other party and go straight to the blue soul.
In the golden and white galaxy where the souls are gathered, faint pale blue souls are looming.
In the sky, countless souls dance together here, like a mysterious and magnificent painting, and like an absurd and bizarre fantasy.
The blue living soul cried and had no intention of surviving. It said that it could no longer live, and it was better to die. Chu Xiaxing has always acted resolutely. First, she slammed the blue soul with a hammer, and then worked hard to solve it for a long time. She poured a lot of chicken soup into it, and finally persuaded the soul who was screaming and committing suicide.
It's a pity that although the blue soul gave up the idea of dying, it ran out of time in the long drift, and it didn't know how to return to its own body.
"This is probably God's will. Although I can't find my way home, before I completely lose my soul, there are people who are willing to persuade me to live. I'm already content..."
"I'm so sorry, I'm not a human, I'm just a group of souls." Chu Xiaxing couldn't help but anxiously said, seeing that the blue soul was getting darker, "Wait, there must be a way, where is the Taoist soul just now?"
The Taoist soul drifted down and said helplessly: "It's useless, it can only find its way home if a living person calls it by its name. We are all dead souls, and we can't help it."
"No one will call my name again, my mother is gone, and I have no home." Lan Shenghun's tone was low, "That's it, I was afraid of the pain when I cut my wrists, so it's good to disappear in this way. …”
Chu Xiaxing watched as it slowly faded and dissipated in the wind. Although she had already become a mass of dead souls, seeing the disappearance of living souls with her own eyes made her feel quite uncomfortable, and simply asked, "Girl, what is your name? what?"
When Chu Xiaxing persuaded Shenghun, she heard him tell some things, and she always felt that Shenghun was still a young girl. She was unmoved at her funeral, but she couldn't bear to see the fall of the young child.
"My name is Chu Xiaxin."
"Xiaxin? Xia Xing? Our names seem to be related." Chu Xiaxing murmured, "Chu Xiaxin, Chu Xiaxin..."
Chu Xiaxing called out the blue living soul's real name again, and saw it like a fleeting firework, completely disappeared in the air, and could never find its way back.
"Thank you for calling my name."
These were the last words before the blue soul drifted away, which made Chu Xiaxing quite disappointed.
She hovered in midair for a long time, then caught up with the other dead souls and returned to the large army.
Chu Xiaxing felt like she had a long dream. In her dream, she was an incorporeal golden and white soul that collided with the blue soul in mid-air, forcing the other party to return to her original body. Sad to watch it dissipate.
"Chu Xiaxin (xīng)! Chu Xiaxin (xīng)! Wake up!"
"It's really giving me trouble..."
"Are you crazy? If you want to die, don't die here!?"
"Chu Xiaxin (xīng)—"
Chu Xiaxing was finally awakened by a violent drink. She opened her eyes irritably, thinking who would dare to call her by her first name and her surname, and her tone was so rude, but she found herself lying in the bathtub with her body limp. She was in a closed bathroom, and the person beside her was not her niece Han Chuning, but a strange, plain-looking woman.
Seeing the other person wake up, the agent, Xiao Cheng, breathed a sigh of relief, and then scolded: "Chu Xiaxin (xīng)! Is there something wrong with you? You are afraid that the news will not be big enough, and now you have to cut your wrists!"
"I tell you, don't do this kind of non-mainstream little girl's routine, and you are still lying in the bathtub bleeding in the spring and autumn. The success rate of suicide by cutting your wrists is only 20%, and the more you leave is disability..."
Chu Xiaxing raised his fair wrist in a daze, and sure enough, he saw the scars left by several wounds, which were no longer bleeding. Chu Xiaxin said that she was very afraid of pain. When she was chatting about cutting her wrists, she was taught by Chu Xiaxing in earnest.
Chu Xiaxin did not succeed in cutting his wrists, but in the end he disappeared due to the separation of his soul.
Chu Xiaxing recalled the blue soul, and faced with the sudden and unfamiliar situation, she had not yet completely recovered.
"Chu Xiaxin (xīng), are you listening to me!" Xiao Cheng, the agent, immediately reminded her impatiently when she saw her eyes blank.
"Chu Xiaxin (xīn)." Chu Xiaxing was given a headache by the unfamiliar woman's roar. He subconsciously wanted to rub his temples, but it affected the wound on his wrist. He couldn't help but gasp. She seemed to be aware of the strange things that had happened to her. There were not many little girls with the same name in the world who cut their wrists.
Agent Xiao Cheng was stunned: "What?"
Chu Xiaxing raised her eyebrows and squinted at her, and said lightly: "Chu Xiaxin (xīn), is it a core or a star, you don't distinguish between the front and the rear?"
Because the strange woman was not allowed to pronounce it at first, Chu Xiaxing mistakenly thought that someone was calling him. She felt that this matter was outrageous, no one called the soul Chu Xiaxin back, but inexplicably called herself over.
Chu Xiaxing was suffering from an occupational disease. She just couldn't get used to the wrong pronunciation and felt unwell. Even in the age of dubbing, she still resists actors forgetting words on the spot, not to mention mispronunciation.
Chu Xiaxing: The soul is cold, you still can't say it!
Xiao Cheng was blocked by the other party, and immediately became annoyed and said: "Chu Xiaxin (xīng), are you bored!?"
Chu Xia Xing thought that this wasn't a set, and let Bu said: "Forget it, you don't seem to be able to pronounce this sound, so don't force it..."
"If you don't answer the phone for five or six hours, you know that you are fooling around in the house. If you want to die, you can go to die. I don't care about you, but don't die in the room rented by the company! Bad luck!" The agent, Xiao Cheng, was shocked by the other party's attitude. She was so angry that she had an ordinary relationship with Chu Xiaxin. At first, she was really afraid that the artist would die in the bathtub. Now that she talks back when she sees the other party recovering, she suddenly returns to her old appearance.
The agent Xiao Cheng abruptly threw the portfolio in her hand to the table. She didn't want to deal with the scandal-ridden Chu Xia Xinduo, so she slammed into the door and left.
Chu Xiaxing crawled out of the bathtub in a dizzy manner. Although the wound on his wrist had scabbed over, the blood loss was real. She didn't want to ask unfamiliar women for help, and she didn't understand the situation around Chu Xiaxin, so it was best for her to avoid contact with these people.
Chu Xiaxing only seeks help from the people she trusts the most. She wandered around the narrow room, found Chu Xiaxin's mobile phone, dialed the phone number she had memorized, and then heard Han Chuning's familiar and low voice. .
"Hello, hello." Han Chuning was busy with Chu Xiaxing's funeral recently. She was in a really bad mood, and her voice became hoarse.
Chu Xiaxing said calmly: "Hey, Ningning, I'm your aunt, you quickly call a car to pick me up, I'm..."
Chu Xiaxing looked around hesitantly, she didn't know where this place was, and she was at a loss for a while: "I don't know where I am either, I will send you the location after I study it, you will bring a small fried pork liver later. Come here, and serve with celery and lily... Don't add spicy stir-fried pork liver, it is not conducive to wound healing."
"..." Han Chuning listened to the unfamiliar female voice on the phone, and found that the other party claimed to be Chu Xiaxing.
Han Chuning: I was in grief at the funeral for my elders, but someone shamelessly told me ghost stories!
Chu Xiaxing looked at the wrist injury and continued to ramble: "By the way, you will take me to the hospital later, I don't know if there is any root cause..."
Han Chuning thought to himself that the other party was afraid that it was not because of the illness in his head. Everyone knew that her aunt had just left, and some people dared to hit the muzzle. She said displeased: "I don't know what your mentality is, but I think your behavior is quite bad. This is a damn joke!"
Han Chuning: My aunt is gone, you are still pretending to be a ghost!
In the next second, Han Chuning hung up the phone decisively. She had always been self-disciplined and not scolded, so she had no intention to entangle with the other party.
The first time Chu Xiaxing was hung up by his niece, he was also a little stunned: "?" This little brat's rebellious period has come so suddenly
Chu Xiaxing called back angrily. She was rarely disobeyed by the younger generation, and said angrily, "Who told you that people can't be damned? I'm here to show you!?"
Han Chuning: "..."