"Who do you want to take revenge on?" Ning Ning looked at him, "Both Chen Junyan and Li Xiulan, they are all dead... and we are still alive!"
"Ha!" Boss Qu laughed at himself, looking down at his hands, "Can I still be alive like this?"
Ning Ning was speechless.
"...Don't say it anymore." He raised his head slowly, the flames of hatred burning in his eyes, "They are dead, their children and grandchildren are still there, I will wait for them to come, I want revenge! No one can stop me! "
"But..." Ning Ning reached out to him.
"You can't stop me either!" Boss Qu shouted at her. After shouting, he was stunned for a moment, and then said at a loss, "I'm sorry, Dad didn't want to scare you..."
"Dad..." Ningning took a step towards him.
He took a step back in a panic and reached out to stop her: "Don't come here, don't come here..."
After finally calming down, he raised his head, his voice and demeanor returned to the original indifference, like a stone lion at the town gate after the wind and rain had eroded it, like a wreck left after the fire burned out, and said to her coldly, "I'm not your father. "Guest, the movie is over, it's time for you to go home."
After that, no matter how Ning Ning cried or begged, he would no longer respond.
Ning Ning was helpless, so she could only cry and leave, halfway through, she suddenly turned to look at him.
"Dad... I'm not your real daughter." She said with tears in her eyes and choked up, "But I used to be Qu Ning'er, your daughter, and I am sincere... I really think of you as a father, maybe the world is fake, but This feeling is real!"
Boss Qu's expression changed, but he remained silent.
"I... I don't know what I can do either." She looked down at her hand and smiled wryly, "I'm clumsy, I don't have a high IQ, I don't know any great people, and I don't have any skills..."
She clenched her hand slowly, and the weak fingers merged together into a powerful fist.
"...But I still want to give it a try." She looked up at him, "I want to try... to save you and Brother Stone."
Finally, she gave him a deep look, then wiped away her tears and left alone.
It wasn't until her back completely disappeared in front of him that Boss Qu trembled all over, and suddenly shouted, turned around and slammed the door of the Life Cinema.
His fists are so heavy that a single punch is enough to kill a person.
But the hammer hit the gate of the Cinema of Life, but it was like hammering on the water, with only a ripple. After the ripple, the water returned to calm.
Unsettled, only people.
Ning Ning got in the taxi, and on the way home, took out her mobile phone, stared at the screen for a long time, and then sent Wen Yu a WeChat message: "Can I ask you a personal question?"
After asking, she exhaled and pressed the phone to her chest. It's so late, I don't know if the other party will see it, and if I see it, I don't know if the other party is willing to return.
The next second, Wen Yu replied to the message.
Wen Yu: "What's the matter?"
Ning Ning wrote and deleted, deleted and deleted, and finally sent a message: "Is your brother really dead?"
This time, the other party did not reply for a long time.
It’s better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. Ning Ning went back home, turned on the computer, and started frantically searching for news about Shi Zhongtang. It’s strange to say that although the news said that he committed suicide, there was not much mention of how he committed suicide. Some media Said that he committed suicide by turning on gas, and several tabloids guessed that he committed suicide for love.
There are different opinions on who the love object is, among them, You Ling, who had the last scene with him.
Yuling…
Ning Ning's finger lightly tapped on the mouse.
What jumped out was an interview video of You Ling when he was young. The interview time was after the broadcast of "The Man in the Picture", and a large section was pulled over by Ning Ning with fast forward, and finally stopped on a question from the host.
The host asked with a smile: "The Man in the Picture was a huge success, and has been hailed as the best-looking two-female protagonist in the past decade. Whether it's the ruthlessness of Yin Hongxiu or the nobility of Princess Lingshan, they are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."
Yu Ling smiled and said, "Thank you."
Host: "Before this movie, many people called you a vase, haha, in fact, there is nothing wrong with a vase, at least I can eat an extra bowl of rice looking at your face. Okay, back to the topic, Can you talk about how you broke through your acting skills and played the classic role of Princess Lingshan?"
You Ling: "Actually, I don't know either."
Not only was the host stunned, but Ning Ning was also stunned.
The age is old and the picture quality is blurry, but you can still see the confusion on You Ling's face. She said, "Actually, I have always acted as usual, but suddenly I have a feeling... It's that kind of feeling, like God's help, So all of a sudden it did well.”
Host: "Can you tell me in detail? For example, how did you act in the final scene of Farewell to Death?"
"That's how it was played." Yuling gestured for the last scene, but only gave a rough outline. When talking about the specific place, he stopped and smiled, "Oh, I don't remember the specifics clearly. ."
The barrage was spraying her to pretend to be pure, silly and sweet, but Ning Ning stared at her blankly, with a cold sweat on her back.
Memories are beautiful, such as Dad, bitter memories, such as Shi Zhongtang, and memories that may send chills down your spine, such as You Ling.
Her situation made Ning Ning think of some people, some authors, some painters, and some ordinary people in life. Suddenly, she got inspiration. With divine help, she wrote books that could not be written normally, and painted pictures that she usually painted. A masterpiece that does not come out of nowhere, doing things that he would never have been able to do normally.
Among these people, how many people broke out because of inspiration, how many people broke out because of accumulation, and how many people are like You Ling, others say that he did it, and he is convinced that he did it himself Yes, but exactly how it was done, I can’t remember exactly how it was done, and I couldn’t explain it after hesitating for a long time.
"... Huh..." Ning Ning couldn't help leaning back, leaning herself into the chair, ding dong ding dong, her cell phone suddenly rang, she hurriedly took out her cell phone to see who was giving it back so late She calls.
The other's name made her stunned.
Smell the rain.
The phone rang four more times, and Ning Ning pressed the answer button.
"Hello." she asked.
Wen house, study.
Rows of bookshelves stand against the wall, like quiet guards guarding volumes of secrets.
"I'm sorry to bother you so late." Wen Yu stood in front of the bookshelf, holding the phone in one hand and the picture album in the other.
"It's okay." Ning Ning smiled, and then asked him carefully, "Is there anything you want to do with me?"
"Yes." Wen Yu looked down at the album in her hand and the contents of the album, "Are you free tomorrow?"
The next day, the tea restaurant.
It was still the tea restaurant they knew, the pianist from that day, and the one who played that day's "riverflowsinyou" - "You will always flow in my memory".
"I'm sorry." Ningning sat down on the sofa chair, her body sank into a softness, "I'm late."
"It doesn't matter." Wen Yu still looked like a marble angel, aloof and inviolable, "Would you like something to drink?"
"Lemonade, thank you." Ning Ning ordered a different one this time.
A glass of lemonade and a glass of milk came up.
Ning Ning took a sip from the water glass and asked, "What's the matter with me this time?"
A drawing book was handed to her.
Seeing the familiar picture book, Ning Ning's eyelids twitched and looked up at him: "This is?"
"The question from last night." Wen Yu looked at her and said lightly, "You ask again."
Ning Ning stared at him silently for a long time.
"Is your brother really dead?" In the end, Wen Yu repeated the question herself, "I didn't answer you, because I suddenly realized that I couldn't answer you clearly."
His voice sank, and he lowered his eyes and said, "... This is really strange. Why do I have a vague memory of such an important matter?"
"Maybe it's because you were young then," Ning Ning told him.
"I even remember the exam questions from my elementary school years, there is no reason to forget such an important thing." Wen Yu looked up at her.
Ning Ning choked, she silently turned the cup in her hand, and suddenly asked, "Then what do you remember?"
"I remember that my brother committed suicide by turning on the gas. When he was found, he was still smiling. That smiling face was very strange. I have never seen him smile like this. He looked like another person, like a blunt mask. I didn't think much about the mask I put on at first." Wen Yu suddenly opened the drawing book and turned the drawing book to face her, "until I discovered this."
An old picture book, some yellowed paper, with his sketches from the "Man in the Picture" crew.
Ning Ning in the painting has not yet been formed, and the wisteria flowers and pillars next to it are also outlined. Behind the pillars, there is a looming mask - a strange smiling face mask.
"Ning Ning, you once asked me a question." Wen Yu stared at her from behind the picture book, exploring her gaze and every change in her expression, "Ask me, did the crew see anything during that time? weirdo."
Ning Ning's eyes moved from the drawing book to his face.
Looking at each other, Wen Yu asked in a deep voice, "...Do you know something?"
Oh no…
Wen Yu: "Do you know this masked man?"
stop now...
Wen Yu suddenly dropped the album in her hand, her two white-gloved hands propped up on the table, her upper body pressed in her direction, her eyes stared deeply at her, and she asked, "Where is this masked man now? How can I find him?"
Ning Ning stared at him blankly, chills all over his body because of his eyes at the moment.
Because his eyes at the moment are too much like his brother.
People with this kind of eyes will definitely search for that place desperately, and will definitely be stared at by that place.
… Cinema of Life…