The door closed behind Ning Ning.
She stood at the door of the room, looking at the bed opposite, and the old man lying on the bed. He slept on a large pillow with his eyes closed, the quilt was covered to his waist, his fingers were crossed on his abdomen, and he was sleeping in a sleeping position. Very great man, can be directly transported to the coffin for burial.
She took a deep breath, treating it like an audition.
The interviewer was lying on the bed.
The topic of the interview was "Family Love".
She and everyone else in the family are actors.
Predictably, most of them failed the audition, but a few did by eye, intelligence, or luck.
Ning Ning was the last one, and the one in the worst situation.
Others can beat their chests, they can cry, they can scream, they can even cry in the toilet, but she can't. As a person who has never met the old man before, and the first time he met was at his funeral, Ning Ning couldn't act too much, it would be too fake. Maybe outsiders would say she was filial, but the interviewer would definitely give her to her. Bad review.
How to use a tepid method to interpret this theme
Ning Ning walked to the bed step by step, looked down at the old man on the bed, and suddenly said, "You are different from what I imagined."
She looked around, pulled a chair over and sat down, not upright, but upside down.
With the back of the chair facing the old man, she straddled the chair, crossed her arms, and draped over the back of the chair. She was neither lady nor graceful at all, like a wild child who would act recklessly because she was left unattended.
"I thought rich people were chubby." Ning Ning said to the old man on the bed, "Why are you thinner than me?"
The old man was also reassured and fat, but the doctor told him to be a vegetarian, so he was hungry and thin. The old man answered in his heart, and then pricked up his ears and continued to listen to her.
But the sound disappeared. For a full minute, just when Old Master Lian thought she had quietly left, a rustling sound of paper came.
"The cheat sheet I wrote before was a waste." He heard Ning Ning say slowly, "One topic suitable for discussion with grandpa: zombie movies. "Master Zombie" must be highly praised, because grandpa likes zombie movies first, and second He likes old movies, the combination of the two will definitely make him happy, but he must criticize "Zombie Harem" vigorously, because grandpa hates all forms of meat sales..."
who is it! Even the old man was furious in his heart, which inner ghost leaked the old man's information...
"These are all useless." Ning Ning said, crumpling the white paper in his hand into a ball. Of course, there can be no cheat sheets. Pei Xuan has never told her about these things, but the future is the Internet age, and many secrets are not known. Another secret, including the fact that even the old man is a veteran zombie fan...
Although it was hard for her to read the cheat sheet, but she stopped reading it, and even the old man was even more uncomfortable. Because he is already dead, so he is not even perfunctory
"...To be honest, I'm relieved." Ningning's voice sounded in his ear, "I've never seen you before, how can I tell you so much, you are a stranger to me."
Hearing this, even the old man felt cold in his heart.
Which of the strangers in this family is her, more often the most familiar strangers.
"...This home is completely different from what I imagined, and you are completely different from what I imagined." Ning Ning's voice sounded again, with a hint of confusion, "I thought rich people lived happily, but you are not at all. Unhappy, why do they hate you so much?"
"Forget you can't answer me."
"...bye, grandpa..."
She walked to the door, suddenly turned her head and said, "Don't be too sad."
The door closed, and the old man opened his eyes on the bed, looked at the ceiling above his head, and didn't say a word for a long time.
When Teacher Li opened the door and came in, he slowly turned his head to look at her and asked blankly, "Why do they hate me so much?"
"I don't know why they hate you." Teacher Li raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, "I just want to tell you that your place is full of oil."
Even the old man: "!!!"
Half an hour later, downstairs lobby.
The hall, which was full of standing and had no place to sit, now seems a bit empty, because many people slammed the door and left when they learned that they only had 100,000 wills to divide. Go upstairs to meet Mr. Lian for the last time.
Several others are arguing with lawyer Huang, hoping to get an extra inheritance.
At this time, Mr. Li came down.
She told everyone a piece of news that I didn't know whether it was good news or bad news.
"Congratulations everyone." Teacher Li wiped the sweat from his forehead, "After our hard work, even the old man came back to life."
Everyone: "… "
Eldest son: "Dad!!!"
The eldest son rushed upstairs first, and the rest rushed upstairs one by one, not to be outdone.
The old man Lian, who had no one to care about it just now, has now become a Xiangmomo again. He only has two hands. The eldest son stole one, and the rest were scrambled by countless people, who roared while robbing him: "Go away. , this is my father!" "It's my father too!" "Unfilial son, you only have father in your eyes, don't you have my mother?"
It's a farce.
The old man's face was gray and pale, and he seemed to be annoyed by their ugly appearance. He coughed violently, and a bunch of hands were about to beat him on the back. He said coldly, "Enough!"
Disappointed eyes swept across the faces of the group of people in front of him, and the old man said slowly: "I'm not dead, I heard all of your words just now, cough, cough..."
Although he didn't die, looking at the way he coughed, it seemed that he was about to die of anger by the group of people in front of him.
"Lawyer Huang!" Old Master Lian shouted as if lingering, "Come in, come in, I, I want to make a new will!"
Lawyer Huang walked in in a hurry, then nodded to let Teacher Li stay, and then said to the rest, "Can you please leave for a while?"
"Why let me go!" The eldest son hugged Old Master Lian's hand tightly, as if it was not an ordinary hand, but a golden finger.
"Go out." Master Lian ordered.
"Dad..." The eldest son had no choice but to get up and leave.
After the group of people had all left, Lawyer Huang locked the door, and when he looked back, he saw that the old man Lian, who was still in a critical state just now, suddenly sat up from the bed and patted his face depressedly: "This old face, How can this old face be so oily?"
Lawyer Huang's mouth twitched: "Mr. Lian..."
"I'm afraid we have to do it all over again." The old man turned his head slowly, with a serious face, "My son, daughter, grandchildren are very smart. If any of them find out my flaws, they will definitely count on it..."
At the same time, in the wine cellar downstairs.
"I saw oil coming out of Grandpa's nose." A teenager shook the wine in his hand, and poured the bright red liquid into the glass in front of him. "So I decided to do it, hugged him and cried a lot."
"As expected of my son." The eldest son, Lian Chengxin, looked at the boy in front of him with relief, reached out and picked up the glass full of red wine, but didn't drink it, but said to him earnestly, "But now is not the time to celebrate the victory. , we have maintained a certain advantage, and what we need to do now is to maintain this advantage, because it must be not only the two of us who see through this..."
On the other side, even in the old man's room.
"I don't quite understand what you mean." Attorney Huang asked, "How to do it all over again?"
"It means that I have to die again." Master Lian sneered, "I was pissed to death by them this time. After I'm pissed off, you will publish my new will."
"I'm afraid they won't believe..." Lawyer Huang told the truth.
"Then find a way to make them believe!" The old man blew his beard and stared, "There is nothing in this world that cannot be done with money, I am responsible for giving the money, and you are responsible for finding a way for me, even if it is a loan, you have to lend me a corpse. Come!"
Then he turned to Teacher Li and said, "You have to make up the corpse as me."
Teacher Li vomited blood: "I'm just a makeup artist, not a makeup artist."
At the same time, in the garden downstairs.
The third daughter, Lian Yuanyuan, avoided the others and was secretly making a phone call.
"I don't know what the old man is going to do, I only know one thing - there is nothing in this world that cannot be done with money." She said fiercely, "I am responsible for giving money, and you are responsible for forming a think tank for me. , I will notify you as soon as there is a situation, and then you will immediately ask the think tank to give me an idea."
The person across from Big Brother quoted a price.
"Why is it so expensive!" Lian Yuanyuan said angrily.
"Because your brother just called me the same call and made the same request..." the other party replied.
"Reject him! I'll give you double the price!!" Lian Yuanyuan said.
A similar situation is happening all over the house, with "actors" who have passed the first round of auditions and are actively preparing for the second round. And the only "interviewer" is also actively preparing to make it difficult for them.
Compared with them, Ning Ning seemed a little out of place.
She sat quietly on the sofa, looking out the window, as if distracted.
"...You don't look nervous at all." Pei Xuan's voice sounded beside her.
She turned her head and saw him standing beside her smiling, with two cups of coffee in his hand, one of which was handed over.
"What should I be nervous about?" Ning Ning smiled.
Everything happened in the order written in the memoir.
She knew that Mr. Lian was drafting a second will, that Lian Chengxin and his son were drinking red wine in the cellar, that Lian Yuanyuan and her brother were calling a think tank, and she knew what was going to happen next.
But Pei Xuan seemed to have misunderstood the content of her words.
"It's none of my business, hang up high?" He took a sip of coffee, then bent down suddenly, leaned into Ning Ning's ear and asked, "Do you want to really become Lian Lian?"
Ning Ning frowned: "What do you mean?"
"You have already met the people in the attic, and she won't wake up again." Pei Xuan's voice was full of temptation, "Even if you take something from her, she can't do anything about it."
Ning Ning stared at him.
… She knows many things, except for one thing.
Fungus, the girl she traveled through, did she agree to this matter? Is the future Lian Lian the vegetative Lian Lian in the attic, or the fungus standing here now