After asking Xu Jiaming, Li Jincheng immediately drove to the funeral home where Liao Yuanhua's body was now stored.
Although he heard others say this and read the news, he still did not believe that Liao Changyuan would pass away in such a way.
There was a huge crowd of people in front of the funeral parlor. Reporters were quarreling with each other, and a young girl was hugging each other and crying softly next to her.
Opposite the crowd stood dozens of bodyguards in black suits, forming a silent confrontation on both sides.
Li Jincheng walked towards the one in the center and said, "I am Liao Changyuan's friend. I want to go in and see him."
"That's what everyone said today."
The bodyguard wore sunglasses and spoke calmly. Li Jincheng unconsciously clenched his hands and said, "Tell your boss that I am Li Jincheng."
Li Jincheng's face was very pale, and he seemed to be suppressing some of his emotions, thinking that he might really be Mr. Liao's good friend. The bodyguard put on his sunglasses again and waved to call another person.
Not long after, the man left and said respectfully, "Mr. Li, our boss invites you in."
This is the first time Li Jincheng has entered a funeral home. It is empty and cold, and a strange lingering smell lingers on the tip of his nose.
The man led Li Jincheng into the hall. There was a cart in the middle of the hall, covered with a white cloth.
Guan Zibiao sat aside, with his head lowered and his hands crossed, not knowing what he was thinking at this time.
Li Jincheng looked at the outline under the white cloth. For a long time, he didn't know what he should do.
He didn't move, and neither did Guan Zibiao. Finally, Li Jincheng said in a hoarse voice, "Is he really dead?"
"yes."
"Why? An accident? Or was he killed by your enemies?"
"Accident, wait..."
Before Guan Zibiao could say anything to stop him, Li Jincheng had already uncovered the white cloth covering Liao Yuanyuan's body.
The right side of Liao Changyuan's cheek was intact, but his left side...from his cheek to his exposed shoulder and arm, everything was in ruins.
Liao Changyuan is really dead.
Li Jincheng stood still, his face becoming even paler because of the suspicion in his heart.
"scared?"
Guan Zibiao chuckled, then covered Liao Changyuan's body with a white cloth, and said, "So you should remember him as he was before, not as he is now..."
His tone was normal, but his movements were extremely gentle.
Li Jincheng looked at him quietly, feeling that Liao Yuanyuan's death might have hit him much more seriously than he imagined.
Although he no longer has contact with these two people, Li Jincheng has still seen many photos of them secretly taken by gossip reporters and Liao Yuanyuan's fanatic fans on the Internet.
On a set, at the entrance of a restaurant, or in an underground parking garage late at night.
Whether it was Guan Zibiao who forced Liao Yuanyuan, or it was Liao Yuanyuan's own intention, the two of them were obviously no longer the simple superior-subordinate relationship they had before.
Li Jincheng walked out of the funeral home, like the kind of person who has been insomniac for a long time but still has no sleepiness.
He was clearly aware of what was happening around him, and he heard the noise from the crowd. Reporters followed him with microphones and cameras, but he was in no mood to deal with it.
At this time, what he was turning over and over in his mind was a movie he had watched before.
A group of young people narrowly escaped an accident. Just when they thought they were in peace, they died mysteriously one by one.
The last one seems to have been imprisoned in a mental hospital.
The screenwriter is a Chinese. To paraphrase an old Chinese saying, if the King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch
Li Jincheng hides a huge secret, and Liao Changyuan is in a similar situation to him.
But now, he died in an extremely miserable way.
Li Jincheng felt that he might be a scapegoat, but why were the two people around Liao Changyuan okay? Also, how many people in this world are willing to believe that they have actually died once
Hearing the ringtone of his cell phone, Li Jincheng unconsciously pressed the answer button. He Zhenxuan's voice came from over there, saying: "Jincheng, where are you?"
"Outside."
"Exact location, I'll come and pick you up."
After hearing what he said, Li Jincheng finally came to his senses.
Holding his cell phone tightly, he said, "It's okay, I'm going home now."
When he got home, He Zhenxuan was already waiting there. Although he looked normal, if it weren't for worrying about himself, he would definitely not go home at this time.
"Jincheng..."
"I'm very sleepy and want to take a nap first."
"good… "
"Hey, didn't Jincheng go to class? Why are you back again?"
Looking back and seeing Sister Fang who had just returned from shopping for groceries, He Zhenxuan shook his head and said, "I feel a little uncomfortable..."
"Then should we hire a doctor for him?"
"No, he'll be fine after some sleep."
Thinking that Li Jincheng's health had not been good since she returned to Hong Kong Island, Sister Fang couldn't help but sigh, and then took the dishes to the kitchen.
Like Guan Zibiao, He Zhenxuan always felt that there was a secret connection between Li Jincheng and Liao Changyuan.
At the beginning, Li Jincheng was disgusted and disdainful of Liao Changyuan, but when Liao Changyuan was unconscious and lying in the hospital, he paid for a nurse for him. In addition, when Liao Changyuan regained consciousness, he seemed I no longer have any feelings for this person.
But no matter what He Zhenxuan thought or how he checked, he could never guess the reason.
Li Jincheng lay in bed sleepless. On the one hand, he felt scared, and on the other hand, he kept encouraging himself, thinking that he was overthinking.
Just when he felt a splitting headache, he heard the door being opened and closed, and not long after, He Zhenxuan lay down next to him.
"Jincheng, don't be afraid, you have me."
It was impossible for him to know the reason for his real fear. Compared with death, what he feared most was actually not being able to be with He Zhenxuan again in the future.
But his comfort was very effective. After squeezing his hand around his waist, Li Jincheng whispered: "Okay."
At noon the next day, Li Jincheng rushed home because of a call from Sister Fang.
When several people in the family dressed as lawyers saw Li Jincheng, the middle-aged man headed by him shook hands with him and said: "I am Mr. Liao Changyuan's lawyer. He wrote a will before his death, specifying that you will inherit all his property. "
After hearing what the lawyer said, Li Jincheng couldn't help but think of the previous conversation between him and Liao Changyuan.
"What is the meaning of your rebirth?"
"Probably just to make it up to you."
He kept his word, but now he is the only one left...
In other words, if Liao Changyuan is still the same Liao Changyuan, then no matter what he does, he probably won't be able to arouse any feelings in himself.
But now, he has changed, and he has become so complete...
"Mr. Li? Mr. Li!"
Li Jincheng came to his senses and walked to the restaurant with the lawyers.
When Li Jincheng saw the amount of all the property he was about to inherit from Liao Yuanhua, he looked up in surprise and said, "Why is there so much?"
"When he took over the filming of his first movie, Mr. Liao not only performed for free, but also provided partial investment. The only condition he proposed at that time was that he would participate in the box office share when the movie was released."
That movie is now ranked third in Hong Kong film history, and at the time neither the producer nor the director had high expectations for it, so Liao Changyuan took advantage of it to share nearly half of the money.
"Mr. Liao's popularity is beyond the imagination of many people. In the past few months of his popularity, he has already shot 37 advertisements, including some internationally renowned luxury brands... "
After speaking, the lawyer took out a few pieces of paper from Li Jincheng's hand and said, "For the last part, Mr. Liao bought a lot of accident insurance during his lifetime, and the beneficiary of the insurance is also you."
Li Jincheng stared blankly at the documents on the table. It seemed that ever since he was reborn, he had been signing similar documents and receiving property gifts from others, but it had never been like this. It made him feel heavy.
When He Zhenxuan came back in the evening, Li Jincheng told him about the incident.
He Zhenxuan looked at the documents in his hand and said, "The amount is more than I imagined."
"That's not all. His second movie also participated in the box office share. Now that the movie is finished and released, I'm afraid there will be tens of millions in revenue."
"What are you going to do?"
Li Jincheng hesitated for a moment and said, "I want to make a call to Guan Zibiao first."
He Zhenxuan also knew about Guan Zibiao and Liao Yuanyuan, so he nodded. He asked someone to find Guan Zibiao's personal mobile phone number, and then handed the phone to Li Jincheng.
Guan Zibiao took a long time to answer the phone. Regarding Li Jincheng's proposal to transfer Liao Changyuan's inheritance to him, he just chuckled and said, "No one is here anymore, what's the use of me taking the money?"
After saying this, he hung up the phone in his hand. When Li Jincheng stood there in a daze, He Zhenxuan hugged him from behind and said, "Liao Changyuan passed away. He is the saddest person."
"I know."
After a moment of silence, Li Jincheng added: "I want to donate all the money in the name of Liao Changyuan."
"Can."
On the fourth day, Guan Zibiao held a funeral for Liao Changyuan. He invited Li Jincheng, but He Zhenxuan insisted on going with him.
In the past few days, whether because of his own mood, Li Jincheng always felt that the entire Hong Kong Island was filled with a sad atmosphere.
Newspapers are full of reports related to Liao Changyuan, the news of his death, his upcoming movie, his outstanding acting talent, and his impressive charisma.
People compared him to James Dean, the superstar who only made three movies during his lifetime, but was selected into the top ten cultural icons in the United States along with Monroe and Elvis Presley. He died in a car accident at the age of only 24.
No one said anything bad about his words, and the articles he wrote were emotional and moved people to tears.
But Li Jincheng knew that this was the last thing Guan Zibiao could do for Liao Changyuan.
When Li Jincheng and He Zhenxuan rushed to the public cemetery, Liao Changyuan had already been buried. From a distance, Li Jincheng saw Guan Zibiao's figure.
He remained motionless, just staring at the photo of Liao Changyuan on the tombstone with an expressionless expression.
Li Jincheng and He Zhenxuan walked over slowly, thinking that Guan Zibiao's eyes at this time were probably calm and calm.
Then he thought about himself and He Zhenxuan. It was not until this moment that he realized that He Zhenxuan was much braver than him.
He cannot bear the pain of losing He Zhenxuan, but He Zhenxuan will choose to work hard to live with this pain.
Just like Guan Zibiao at this time.
Probably hearing the footsteps of the two of them, Guan Zibiao looked back at Li Jincheng and said, "He told me before when we were chatting that he wanted to be buried in a public cemetery, which would be more lively..."
After speaking, he pointed to a tomb next to him, raised the corners of his mouth a little bit, and said, "That's what I left for myself. I will be buried with him in the future."
After saying this, he turned around and whispered: "You guys talk to him, I'll leave first."
There is nothing unusual about him on the outside, but just because he is like this, it makes others feel even more uncomfortable and sad.
"Jincheng, you talk to him, I'll wait for you next to him."
Li Jincheng nodded, but when he looked up at the photo on Liao Yuanhua's tombstone, he felt a violent dizziness.
"Jincheng!"
Li Jincheng's eyes went blank, and his body fell backwards.
The moment before he fell into coma, he remembered that when he was young, he once went to a temple fair with his classmates. Later, he accidentally saw a pure white mask.
He couldn't describe his feelings at that time. He only felt as if half of his soul had been sucked out by those two dark eye holes.
And his feeling now was exactly the same as that time.