I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before

Chapter 162: Knife

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He has been in the business for many years, whether it is a new customer or an old customer, Wen Yu has always insisted on interviews.

"My family lives far away, so I can't make it today."

"Then find a time when you are free."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yu looked at the special guest across from the dining table.

With advanced technology, there are mobile phones and computers, and people's voices and images can be transmitted thousands of miles away, but he still likes to talk face-to-face, because when face-to-face, the small movements and micro-expressions of the body will speak instead of people.

those unspoken words.

In ten minutes, Ning Ning had already drank three glasses of water. Wen Yu asked the waiter to take down the empty teapot and bring up a new one. While refilling her cup, she smiled: "Are you thirsty? ?"

"Ah... a bit." Ning Ning raised the teacup a little embarrassed.

She wasn't thirsty, she just wanted to ask him something.

"Anything bothering you recently?" Wen Yu asked proactively, lest she had been hesitating and hesitated.

Her eyes quickly glanced to the side, this glance did not escape Wen Yu's eyes, he looked to her side: "Brother, don't you want to drink something?"

"... He didn't come today." Ning Ning whispered, "I have something to tell you alone."

Wen Yu immediately understood that what she was going to say had to do with her brother.

"How are you two recently?" he asked tentatively.

"It's okay." Ning Ning's expression tangled for a while, and suddenly asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

"certainly."

"What do you think of the two of us?"

"which aspect?"

"Every aspect." Ning Ning hesitated for a long time before asking, "For example, what if...the two of us want to be together?"

The tail finger resting on her thigh trembled slightly, and Wen Yufei said to herself in her heart: "Both are the people I love the most in this world, and of course I hope they are together."

How good he is at seeing through other people's feelings is how good he is at restraining his own feelings. He leaned his back on the sofa behind him, and drew his eyebrows toward the center of his eyebrows. He lowered his eyes and murmured, "Your situation is a bit special..."

Ning Ning stared at him calmly.

"My brother may not be able to give you a formal wedding." He suddenly raised his eyes to look at Ningning and asked with a serious expression, "Do you mind this?"

Ning Ning froze for a moment, then chuckled.

This smile was full of nostalgia. Wen Yu thought that her brother had probably asked her the same question.

"I don't care about this." Sure enough, she gave a positive answer without thinking.

"And worldly eyes." Wen Yu turned her head to look out the window, there were a few reporter-like people in ambush downstairs, "If you are still the queen of bad movies before, it's fine, but you are popular now, and in the future It will become more and more popular, and everything about you will be dug up by the media and put in front of the public, especially your relationship issues."

"I know." Ning Ning picked up the teacup, with rose petals floating on the cup, and the dense white tea smoke, and smiled, "At first they would say that I was an old maid, and then they would suspect that I had a mental problem. Imagine having a boyfriend."

"Can you bear it?"

"do not know."

"Can you give up?"

"..." This time Ningning thought for a long time before putting down the teacup, "No."

She looked at Wen Yu helplessly, her eyes full of longing, longing for him to talk to her again, but Wen Yu didn't say a word, he could help her figure out some things, but she could only decide for herself.

"... I don't know if I can bear it, I ask myself how strong I am." Ning Ning sighed, leaned her back on the sofa, closed her eyes for a long time, and slowly opened them, "But I... willing to try try."

She finally made up her mind.

This is thanks to one person.

"Thank you, Xiaoyu." Ning Ning put her hand on the back of Wen Yu's hand and looked at him tenderly and closely.

Wen Yu tried her best to control herself so as not to let her hands tremble, and smiled at her as usual: "You're welcome... Aunt Xiaoning."

The phone rang, Ning Ning retracted his hand, picked up the phone and glanced at it: "I should go back to the crew, thank you, I'll invite you to dinner next time."

She left in a hurry, leaving behind two teacups with rose petals.

Wen Yu was sitting alone at the dining table. This was a cafe full of retro flavors. The waiters who came and went were dressed as British servants and maids. Behind him was a cuckoo wall clock. a work of art.

A small theater with wooden carvings, the female lead, the male lead, and other wooden puppets stood quietly outside the theater, as if waiting for the clock to be 12 o'clock, and there are still three seconds, three...

Wen Yu sighed.

two…

Wen Yu stretched out her hand to the teacup in front of her.

one…

Wen Yu's fingers touched the handle on the side of the teacup.

It's time, jingle!

The cuckoo clock made a cheerful sound of music, and the wooden puppet, which had been stationary before, seemed to come to life with the sound of music, spinning and dancing.

"Ding dong!" Not only did the outstretched finger not pick up the teacup, but instead pushed it out along the table, and the teacup fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

Wen Yu threw her upper body on the table, her cheeks down, motionless, and seemed to have stopped breathing.

A waiter with a steak knocked on the door, called out a few words sir, then carefully pushed the door open a crack, and then let out an exclamation, rushed in and said, "what's the matter with you sir?"

Wen Yu was still facing down, lying on the table without moving, but her right hand suddenly grabbed the table knife on the table. The moment the waiter approached, the knife touched the other's throat.

"Sorry." After a while, Wen Yu showed an apologetic smile, "conditioned reflex."

The waiter lowered his eyes and stared at the knife in front of his throat, for fear of irritating him, he slowly showed a timid smile: "No, it's okay..."

Wen Yu took back the knife, then counted a few banknotes from her wallet to the other party, thought about it, added another banknote, and put the knife into her bag.

"Is it okay?" After doing these things, he politely asked the other party.

Holding the banknotes stiffly, the waiter nodded hurriedly.

Wen Yu showed him a gentle smile: "Thank you."

He walked past the waiter, and just when the waiter finally breathed a sigh of relief, his voice suddenly sounded behind him: "One last question for you."

The waiter immediately tensed up and turned his head shiveringly: "Please, please!"

"The Phantom of the Theater." Wen Yu chewed these four words in his mouth, and then slowly asked him, "Is this film released now?"

The filming of "The Phantom of the Theater" is over halfway through.

With the guidance and help of the mysterious Phantom, the male protagonist played by Chen Shuanghe has grown by leaps and bounds. It happened that Taizhu was unable to take the stage due to an accidental injury.

The next thing to do is, after receiving the applause of tens of thousands of people, Lu Yunhe happily returned to the theater, wanting to share his success and joy with another person.

"a!"

"Teacher!" The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and Chen Shuanghe rushed in from outside accompanied by a few pieces of wind and snow, exhaling a white breath, but he didn't feel cold in his single clothes, and shouted excitedly, "Teacher, Did you watch my play today? Teacher, are you there? Teacher, teacher!"

"I heard." A lazy voice sounded in the darkness, and at the same time, there was a lantern.

The night was so dark that he couldn't see the other's face. He could only see a hand beside the lantern, ticking at him softly and charmingly: "Come here."

Chen Shuanghe walked towards him like a pure and ignorant white lamb.

Before walking to the other side, a hand came out of the darkness like a snake, wrapped around his arm, and couldn't wait to pull him in front of him.

In the darkness, a pair of shining eyes stared at him.

"You did a good job." Ning Ning let go of his hand and gently stroked his cheek with his fingers, tenderly, "Very good."

Her movements and voice soothed Chen Shuanghe, and the originally tense expression gradually began to relax.

"I've seen it all, those idiots surrender to your feet one by one." Ning Ning laughed, with irony and pride in her voice, her fingers poking at Chen Shuanghe's chin like a pet, "My disciple, my... stand-in. ."

Chen Shuanghe had a hurt expression on his face.

But at the moment, Ning Ning was completely indulged in himself, turning a blind eye to his injury, holding the lantern in one hand and pressing the mask on his face with the other, and laughed even more sarcastically: "I can't let anyone see it. I, hear me, but now there is you, you are my stand-in, you can sing for me, act for me, people see me through you! It is me who surrenders! Hahaha!"

After a pause of laughter, she slowly turned her head to look at Chen Shuanghe: "... Raise your head."

As he spoke, he handed over the lantern in his hand.

Chen Shuanghe didn't look up, the lantern illuminated a tear that slipped to his chin, glittering and shining.

"...Why are you crying?" Ning Ning was stunned for a while, then asked hard.

Chen Shuanghe glanced at her quickly, then lowered his eyes quickly, tears falling down drop by drop.

"...I teach you to sing, and it's not all for this." In his lowered eyes, a pair of feet slowly walked in front of him, and then a pair of hands gently wrapped around him, the most beautiful voice in the world whispered in his ear, "Their eyes are all flashy and delusional. Only your eyes... can change me from a non-existent phantom to a person who exists, so... "

Chen Shuanghe slowly looked up at her.

Ning Ning smiled at him in the dark: "Look at me and sing for me."

Chen Shuanghe looked at her as if he was bewitched. After a while, he opened his mouth, like a canary in a cage, and sang to the master: "Then you will be like flowers and beautiful family, like water."

"It's Du'er who has been searching all over the place, pitying himself in the secluded boudoir."

"Turn around this peony column, next to the lake, mountains and rocks..."

Halfway through the singing, a long-haired woman fell from behind Chen Shuanghe, and the long-haired seaweed danced in the air.

Ning Ning made eye contact with her.

Then, a thud.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.