The two turned their attention to the screen again, and were quickly attracted by the plot of the movie.
The artist in the movie once loved a girl deeply, but the girl wanted to stay with the artist wholeheartedly at the beginning. Days passed, and time washed away the original passion and impulse, and bread defeated love.
The girl couldn't bear this life of poverty and hopelessness, and left the artist. Since then, the artist has been in a slump, and all his works have lost their souls.
This scene deeply resonated with Mu Rong. In the world in the painting, Sang Yu's departure also took away all her enthusiasm for art.
Later, she switched to photography, which she was not very good at, and specialized in taking pictures of landscapes. What she likes most is all kinds of fallen leaves, even though those works are not appreciated by many people.
At the end of the movie, the artist wrote a suicide note to explain his funeral. He decided to seal himself in plaster and use his life to achieve his last work.
Unfortunately, it didn't work. He was discovered by the landlord who came to collect the rent and rescued him.
The rescuers smashed the plaster, as well as the artist's dream and last courage. The artist who escaped from death no longer had the courage at that time, and he chose to accept the reality.
Years later, the melodious sound of the violin played again, and the youth art troupe came to condolences to the elderly, while the artist sat alone by the window of the nursing home, looking at the scenery outside. This scene also resembled the ending of Mu Rong's world in the painting.
Sang Yu, an art student, can empathize with a depressing but profound movie.
The two walked out of the cinema silently, and the sunshine brought back their thoughts.
Sang Yu asked, "If you were that artist, what would you do?"
"If I were him, I would change careers. Since I have lost my creative inspiration, why should I be persistent, but if he chooses this way, this movie will have no artistic value."
Sang Yu smiled: "Let's go back to the hospital to get the results."
"good."
Fortunately, apart from anemia, Mu Rong only had a little hypoglycemia.
The doctor's analysis: The sudden fainting was caused by the combination of these two factors. He prescribed some oral liquid for Mu Rong, and then told Mu Rong to eat a reasonable diet, keep a few pieces of candy in his pocket, and find a place to sit down when he felt dizzy. Adding some sugar will alleviate it.
After dinner, Mu Rong saw that it was getting late, so he handed over his body to Ah Miao, ready to start work.
Ah Meow naturally held Sang Yu's arm: "Shall we go to the night market?"
"good."
Murong opened the dead book, and fifteen minutes later, in the intensive care unit of Shanyang Central Hospital, a person died.
…
She ran to three hospitals in a row, and after picking up the soul of the sixth person, she opened the death book again, only to see a line of small characters on it: Sang Yu, female, born in Schuan, died in a car accident, and the place was a street outside the night market. At the intersection, the time is twenty minutes later.
Murong's mind went blank, her ears were buzzing, and the death book slipped from her hands without a sound, and disappeared with a "swish" on the way to the ground.
When she regained her senses, she withdrew the soul-locking chain with a "crash", and let the six souls escape while she started running.
In the process of running, Murong took out the dead book again to confirm that there was no mistake, but the time on the dead book was only 18 minutes left.
She dialed Ah Miao's phone number, reminding that there was no answer for the time being. She remembered that Ah Miao was in her physical body and could not answer the call.
She called Hao Jiefang again, but there was a notification tone to shut down the phone.
With a "snap", Mu Rong threw the phone on the side of the road, the phone was smashed into pieces and disappeared.
She galloped with all her strength, and in the state of her soul, Murong's speed was comparable to a speeding sports car.
Today is Friday, after nine o'clock in the evening, the night market is bustling, the aroma of food is pervasive, and there are crowds of people, it is not easy to find someone.
There were still ten minutes left on the dead book, and Murong was floating in midair, searching the crowd anxiously.
There are two kinds of people's death. One is to die at the end of life. In this case, a countdown to death will appear above the person's head.
The other is death due to injustice, which is mostly caused by accidents or human factors, and there is no countdown to death above the head. Sangyu belongs to the second situation.
This night market opened in a pedestrian street, with a total length of about one kilometer. The street and the end of the street are intersections. The two places separated by one kilometer may be the location of the incident, but there is only one person in Murong.
Time passed minute by minute, and there were still five minutes left, but Murong still couldn't find Sang Yu.
"Authentic Qianxi sugar-fried chestnuts, taste before you buy."
"Authentic Qianxi sugar-fried chestnuts, taste before you buy."
Mu Rong lowered his head and saw a hand-held loudspeaker on a sugar-fried chestnut stall, repeating the advertisement recorded by the boss.
With a flash of inspiration, Murong took out a black talisman and pasted it on his head, and dived rapidly.
"Boss, how much is a catty of chestnuts?"
The fat middle-aged man was about to answer, but his body trembled, and then he picked up the loudspeaker and fiddled with it twice. With a harsh electronic sound, the boss took a deep breath and yelled loudly into the loudspeaker Said: "Sang Yu, where are you?!"
The customer on the opposite side jumped, dropped Chestnut and cursed, covered his ears and ran away.
"Sang Yu! Where are you!!"
The boss yelled several times in a row, and his body trembled again: "Eighteen yuan... hey? Where's the person?"
The horn made a harsh "buzzing" sound, and the boss bent down to pick it up with a confused look on his face.
Mu Rong rushed to the end of the street as fast as he could, and attached himself to the owner of "Dezhou Braised Chicken" again, shouting Sang Yu's name loudly.
Ah Miao licked the last piece of meat on the mutton skewer, and licked her lips contentedly.
"Amiao, don't eat any more. If you eat from one end to this end, you will break your body if you continue to eat! Let's go back."
"Well, I thought I heard someone calling you just now?"
"No way? Did you hear it wrong?" Sang Yu lowered her voice: "Is it a person or a soul?"
Ah Meow pointed to the intersection in front of her: "It seems to come from over there, why don't we go out from this entrance and take a walk to digest and digest."
"good."
Murong's figure was like a flash of lightning, going back and forth between the crossroads on both sides non-stop, with the last minute left.
The car accident happened within a second or two at most, but she still didn't see Sang Yu.
Running, running non-stop, going back and forth between two crossroads, staying at most ten seconds each time, anxiously searching for Sang Yu's figure, and then had to run wildly to the other side.
Murong herself couldn't remember how many times she went back and forth, she wished she could split herself in half and guard at two intersections.
Sang Yu said that she would settle down in Shanyang City. If that was the case, when Sang Yu was 100 years old, her soul would naturally be captured by Mu Rong.
But definitely not now, she was only twenty-three years old, how could she die here in vain!
…
A taxi driver in his early thirties, holding the steering wheel in one hand and holding his mobile phone in front of him, made a voice call in the Weichai group: "Who sent this red envelope? I only got a penny. It's too stingy Already!"
The passenger sitting in the back row couldn't bear it anymore, and persuaded: "Master, can you pay attention to driving safety? This is a long way to grab red envelopes, and I didn't get a dollar in total."
The driver didn't take it seriously, and said haha: "Old girl, I learned to drive at the age of sixteen, and I have been driving for twenty years. I can drive this car with my eyes closed."
As if he was afraid that the passengers would not believe him, he turned his head around.
Murong finally saw Sang Yu, who was walking arm in arm with Ah Miao on the zebra crossing, with no one in front or behind.
Mu Rong's heart skipped a beat. This pedestrian street is usually crowded with people, but when Sang Yu crossed the road, it was only her and Ah Miao. The dead book only said that Sang Yu had a car accident alone. This is undoubtedly the place where the accident happened!
Mu Rong rushed into his body like an arrow leaving the string, and Ah Miao was squeezed out abruptly.
Passengers exclaimed: "There is someone in front!!"
When the driver turned around, he was less than five meters away from the person in front. He pressed the horn heavily, his feet trembled, and he stepped on the accelerator by mistake.
With a bang, the passenger covered his ears, closed his eyes, and screamed loudly.
The car drove a dozen meters against the long-haired woman who was hit before it came to an emergency brake and stopped. The woman rolled a long way and lay on the ground. After a few seconds, blood flowed out.
Sang Yu sat blankly on the zebra crossing. Just now when she heard a horn honking, Ah Miao suddenly pushed her hard, and then...
"Sang Yu, are you okay?"
Sang Yu turned her head and saw Ah Miao standing behind her, and called out suspiciously: "Ah Miao?" Why is Ah Miao behind her? Who was it that pushed her away just now
"Ah!!!! It's fatal!"
The passenger got out of the car with the driver, and when he saw Mu Rong in a pool of blood, the passenger yelled out.
"Murong!" Sang Yu didn't care about his scratched hands, got up and rushed to the scene.
Canvas shoes, whitish jeans, and a white T-shirt that was mostly blood-stained red on the upper body were exactly Mu Rong's outfit.
She was lying in a pool of blood, motionless.
Sang Yu felt dizzy for a while, and knelt down beside Murong. The blood from Mu Rong's body stained her knees, warm.
"Murong!" Sang Yu wanted to hug her, but was afraid of touching Murong's wound.
She wanted to call 120, but found that her bag had fallen where she fell. She looked up and looked around at the crowd who had come to watch the excitement, and cried out in a crying voice: "Please help me to call 120 to save people!"