Ningning usually gets up early, but today she found that someone got up earlier than her.
More than one person.
"What are you doing?" She asked curiously, looking at the group of people gathered in the yard.
The group of people turned to look at her without saying a word, their eyes strange.
Ning Ning looked at them for a while, then slowly turned her head to find that they were not looking at her, but at Wen Yu behind her.
Wen Yu trotted over, hugged Ning Ning's arms in both hands, then looked down at the front, her eyes passed through the rows of men's legs, women's legs, and saw the courtesan lying behind their legs, her face covered with a piece K? It wasn't red cloth, it was blood.
The doctor is here, the police are here, the reporter is here, after a noisy day, the director beat the table and said, "The film is about to start shooting, how could such a thing happen!"
The courtesan died, and even the theater was sealed off. The crew who lived in it were forced to move out. It was unknown when they would be able to go back and restart filming.
Chen Guanchao's face was also very ugly. He leaned against the wall, lowered his head and smoked a cigarette for a while, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes were cold: "It's not all bad."
The director was stunned and looked at him: "How do you say?"
"Link this to The Phantom of the Opera." Chen Guanchao said lightly, "In The Phantom of the Opera, the original lead actress was almost killed by someone, which led to the appearance of the Phantom... This is not very similar to our current situation. ?"
The director stared at him with extremely unfamiliar eyes. After a long time, he said, "...that's your girlfriend. If something happened to her, you're not sad at all?"
"Of course I'm sad." Chen Guanchao said so, but his expression was very calm, "But now the most important thing is "The Phantom of the Theater", it's my movie!"
So during the blockade of the theater, the popularity of "The Phantom of the Theater" did not decrease, but increased. Lace tabloids dare to write and compile everything.
These news pushed Ning Ning, who played the Phantom, to the forefront.
Especially when the news of her feud with the deceased was dug up.
"A film played by a murderer? It's really interesting. Let's go and watch it after it's filmed." Many people said this, and many people thought this way. This kind of thinking is quite good for the film, but what good is it for Ningning? Woolen cloth
Many things are not true in the first place, but when more people say it, they will become true. Could it be that after filming this movie, she will live her life as a murderer
"Why did you do this?" Ning Ning blocked the perpetrator against the wall, and threw the newspaper in his hand against his face.
Chen Guanchao's face was flushed by her, but instead of being angry, he turned his head and smiled at her.
"You've changed." He said with a smile, "I've been changed by that kid named Wen Yu. He's become insane, obliterated by everyone, and he's not like a phantom at all!"
Ning Ning was stunned for a while, but suddenly understood, and looked at him in disbelief: "You... hope I hate you?"
"Of course." She thought she thought too much, but he actually replied seriously, "I not only hope that you hate me, but also that you hate Mu Rong, the director, and everyone here... just like you did before. That. After all, that's what a Phantom should really be, isn't it?"
"...Just for this?" Ning Ning simply felt that this person was unreasonable, "Just to let me go back to sleep in the coffin, eat cold food, and take a cold shower, you did this?"
Chen Guanchao suddenly reached out and touched her face, his eyes were so gentle, even with a hint of fanaticism, but this tenderness and fanaticism were not dedicated to her, but to another person in her body.
"I know you care about the director's words, you don't want to be a special actor, you can only play one kind of person in your life." He was soft and sweet, as if to appease a willful lover, "But many people have acted all their lives. , played countless kinds of people, but in the end there was not even a single character that could be remembered. But you are different, you can make people remember you... With your hatred, with your phantom!"
Ning Ning pushed him away with both hands, and the two took two steps back at the same time.
"I don't have to act in this play." Ning Ning said, "If you go too far, it's a big deal."
When she decides to stay in this movie and take care of Wen Yu until he grows up safely, she has many choices. She can go to other crews to try her luck, or even find a serious job, nine nights a day. Fifth, use your spare time to train yourself, play everyone around you, and experience everyone's "first love".
"... Do you need money to raise a child?" Chen Guanchao shouted at her back.
Ning Ning, who was about to push the door away, paused.
"And even if you leave now, the rumors outside won't stop." Chen Guanchao said to her, "Why don't you stay? Stay and finish the movie, and I'll give you enough money to raise your children. of."
Ning Ning turned his head slowly, he smiled behind her, one was willing to sell his soul to the devil in order to make the movie he had in mind, the other was willing to sell his soul to the devil, and even turned into the devil's smile.
"Don't waste your energy doing things you're not good at, and act like you're not good at it." Chen Guanchao stretched out a hand to her, his voice turning back and forth like his ancestor's delusions, "Take your hatred, Contribute to my Phantom, contribute to my movie."
Ning Ning looked at him with complicated eyes for a long time, but did not agree or refuse immediately, just left a sentence: "Let me think about it." Then he closed the door and left.
Chen Guanchao in the room clicked his tongue, lowered his head and took a cigarette. When he raised his head, there was another person in front of him.
Chen Guanchao was startled by him, and with a wow, the smoke in his mouth fell out: "Scare me, why are you here?"
Wen Yu stood in front of him, from bottom to top, Heiyouyou looked at him with dark eyes, Bai Nen's right hand was holding a piece of paper, the paper was folded in half, and there seemed to be a painting inside.
Chen Guanchao glanced at his hand: "Do you have anything you want to show me?"
He took the initiative to reach out to pick it up, but Wen Yu hid the painting behind him, his small brows furrowed, the heaven and the man were at war, hesitating, and finally, he shook his head gently, then quickly turned around and ran out.
"Strange child." Chen Guanchao murmured behind his back, and walked over to close the door.
Because the theater was still blocked, they temporarily stayed in a hotel next to them. In addition to the crew members, many tenants came and went. Wen Yu bumped into someone's arms around the corner. He looked up at the other party. His face was about to run away immediately, but he was held on by the shoulders of the opponent and stayed.
"Wen Yu." The thin man glanced at the painting in his hand, raised his eyes, and looked at the direction where Chen Guanchao lived, "Did you show him the painting?"
Wen Yu shook his head slightly.
"Did you show it to Wen Xiaoning?" The thin man asked again.
Wen Yu still shook his head.
The thin man laughed: "Then do you want me to show her?"
Wen Yu froze all over, then shook his head slowly and firmly.
"Good boy." The thin man patted his head, then took the painting out of his hand, stuffed it into his pocket, took his hand firmly and said, "Come, come with me."
"Stop!" A woman's voice sounded behind them, Ning Ning ran over and took Wen Yu into his arms, "I've been looking for you for a long time, what are you doing here?"
Ning Ning looked at the thin man with the eyes of a trafficker, and the thin man looked at her with the eyes of a fool, then lowered his head and said to Wen Yu, "You can choose for yourself, or follow me with her."
Under Ning Ning's surprised eyes, Wen Yu broke away from her embrace and ran to the thin man.
"Wen Yu." Ning Ning grabbed his arm, "Where are you going?"
Wen Yu turned her head and looked at her with a very pitiful look, her tiny fingers curled up, clasping her sleeves like the claws of a small animal, clenching them tightly for a while, and then throwing them away.
He lowered his head and took two steps back in the direction of the thin man, groping his body up and down with his hands, and suddenly there was a voice behind him: "Here."
Wen Yu turned her head, slowly took the pen and paper handed by the thin man, and wrote a sentence on it for Ning Ning to read. The sentence was: "You are too poor, I don't want you anymore."
Ning Ning was stunned, squatted down in front of him, looked at him, and said seriously, "I will work hard to make money."
Wen Yu wrote again: "You don't have a house to live in."
"It's better if you sleep in my arms." Ning Ning opened her arms, "I'm your bed, your quilt."
Wen Yu's hands trembled violently, and the words she wrote became more and more scribbled: "You have a bad temper! I hate you!"
"I will change it." Ning Ning smiled at him tenderly, "I will become a very good person for you, and I will become someone you like."
Wen Yu stared at her blankly for a while, then suddenly dropped the pen and paper, and pushed her hands towards her. He kept pushing, kept pushing, as if to push her away from his own world, away from the place where he was standing now .
Ning Ning didn't pay attention, stumbled and sat down on the ground, but Wen Yu turned around and ran towards the thin man, gave Ning Ning a last look, then took the thin man's hand and walked out the door.
"Wen Yu! Wen Yu!" Ning Ning called him several times from behind, he didn't stop, Ning Ning was stunned for a moment, followed behind them, took a few steps, was pulled by Chef Chen, and lowered his voice to her Said: "Isn't that just right? Let that little monster go, everyone is afraid of him."
Ning Ning shook off his arm and continued to walk forward. After a few steps, someone grabbed her arm again. Turning her head, she asked with a strange expression: "Ning Yuren, no one else can do anything, but the three of us are not. He lives in one room, what kind of person is he, you still don't know?"
Ning Yuren was silent for a while, then looked up and said to her, "Just because the three of us live in the same room, I advise you... Let him go."
Ning Ning was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"That night... the night before Mu Rong's accident, I saw him go out." Ning Yuren told her in a very low voice, "He definitely didn't go to the toilet because he went to the toilet for too long. I didn't tell anyone about this. I'm afraid of causing trouble for the two of you, but... Chef Chen is right, let him go, everyone is afraid of him, and I'm also afraid of him."
Speaking of which, she suddenly stared at Ning Ning and said, "What about you? Are you not afraid of him at all?"
"Why am I afraid of him?" Ning Ning said with a wry smile, "As soon as I see him, I think of myself."
The pain of being haunted by gossip, the pain of being excluded, the pain of having miserable words, the pain of self-loathing, the pain of almost becoming a real monster... She knew it.
So she broke away Ning Yuren's hand again and walked towards the two people in front of her. At first, she kept calling Wen Yu's name, but then she stopped calling her, and just followed them quietly, as if being scolded by the little master Abandoned, but reluctant to leave his old dog.
It was already winter outside the door, and the snow fell one after another, covering the entire street in white. There were very few people on the street, and as they walked, only thin people were left. Wen Yu and Ning Ning, the three of them stepped on the snow back and forth, making crunching noises.
A gust of cold wind blew, and Ning Ning suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently.
Wen Yu, who was in front of her, paused in her footsteps and continued walking.
"I don't believe their words." Ningning shouted behind him, "You are not a monster."
Wen Yu's pace slowed down slightly.
"So don't worry, don't be sad." Ningning continued, "No matter what the world becomes, at least I will be on your side."
After slowing down, he suddenly began to quicken his steps, trying to leave her far behind and her voice far behind.
"Wen Yu! Little Wenyu! Little baby Wen Yu!" Ning Ning's voice became a little more humble every time he changed his name, and finally even brought a hint of pleading, "Come home with me!"
Wen Yu's back looks indifferent, but if you go around to his front, you will find that he has already cried out of shape.
Ningning also cried. When she was crying, a piece of paper fell from her relative's pocket, was blown around by the wind, and slapped her face with a slap, like a loud slap in the face.
Play well. She thought, the world is always like this, give her a loud slap when she thinks she can finally get something.
She stood in the snow and cried for a while, then turned around and walked staggeringly towards the hotel. She had no napkins on her body. She just used the paper in her hand to wipe her tears and snot. One side was not enough, so she opened the paper and planned to use the inside. , as a result, he snorted and stared at the screen without moving his eyes.
At this time, two people ran across from him, one was Chen Guanchao and the other was Ning Yuren.
"Are you alright!" Chen Guanchao came running in a hurry, as if he had found the owner of his lost property, looked up and down Ningning a few times, and after making sure she was all right, he sighed, "It's fine, it was just too dangerous. "
"What's wrong?" Ning Ning looked at him suspiciously.
"The police have found a witness." Ning Yuren said, "On the night of the accident, a man sneaked out of the theater over the wall, and now I suspect that he is the real murderer."
"The portrait also came out, but only the back. Ask us if we have seen this person." Chen Guanchao handed over a piece of paper, "Look who he is."
Ning Ning took the paper from his hand, and it painted a picture of a tall, thin shadow crawling down from the theater wall under the night sky.
After just one glance, she quickly opened another piece of paper in her hand. On the paper that was stained with her tears and snot was a painting by Wen Yu. The content was of a fat man in a chef's uniform, with the upper body in the pot and the lower body standing on the ground. , behind him stood a tall and thin figure, his hands still kept pushing people.
When two paintings were put together, when two very similar backs were put together, Ning Ning suddenly understood a lot.
She understood why the Chinese teacher asked her to look at the painting.
She understood why the Chinese teacher who had seen the painting died.
She understood why the thin man was so persistent in wanting to take Wen Yu away from her.
She understood why Wen Yu pushed her away desperately.
The poster at the entrance of the cinema appeared in front of her eyes.
On the poster was a dark swamp. Wen Yu was standing in the middle of the swamp. There were many people nearby, but they all watched him sink. He didn't ask anyone for help, so he just let himself sink in silence. .
Abandoned Son - At the last moment, he could have called for help, but ended up abandoning himself just to keep another person alive.
"Smell the rain!" Ning Ning turned his head suddenly, facing the wind and snow, tears overflowing, and ran in the direction the two left.