The crew producer and director specially spared time to pick up Qi Cong, cared about Qi Cong's physical condition, and apologized to Qi Cong for the problem with the crew props.
Before he came, Qi Cong had tried to find out from Zhao Zhenxun the tasker's explanation for the fall into the water. Facing the concern and apology of the producer and director, he chose to acquiesce and did not tell the truth about the falling lake - Xiao Liu too The victim, he didn't want Xiao Liu to take the blame for the tasker.
After the greeting, Qi Cong went to the dressing room, took the costume from Jiang Meng's hand, and went into the inner room to change it.
When taking off his shirt, Qi Cong saw the large bruise marks on his shoulders through the mirror - this was smashed by Xiao Liu when he fell into the lake.
It's not right, it shouldn't be said that Xiao Liu smashed it.
"I don't know if you can hear it." Qi Cong picked up the pure white underwear and put it on, covering the blue and purple, looking at himself in the mirror with no expression, "You are very afraid of me becoming an artist, right? "
There was silence inside, only his voice drifted. The brain didn't hurt at all, as if there wasn't a dangerous strange thing hiding inside.
Qi Cong didn't want to respond, and moved her thin fingers to hook the straps of her inner shirt.
"Since I moved into Dingli, I have been in constant trouble with the people around me. There are endless smears against me on the Internet, and all kinds of things happen with the smell of trying to alienate me, Jiajia and Gu Xun, and also There was that vigorous boycott... You did everything, right? You lurked in the crew as Xiao Liu, spying on my every move like a poisonous snake... "
Swish.
Thin fingers tugged at the straps, tying them neatly with a slipknot.
Qi Cong looked into his own eyes in the mirror: "You need a useful identity to approach Jiang Zhaoyan, but obviously the profession of an artist will hinder your actions and increase the possibility of your exposure... So I want to tell you that I will come out."
A noon sentence was brewing in my mind, and the tone became heavier and heavier: "I will let more people know me, and I will show the public what I know, and tell them what the real me looks like. .If you still want to steal my body, then you'd better learn how to play me well and imitate everything I know from now on, otherwise there will definitely be sensitive people who will find your strangeness The reason for amnesia is not a panacea, don't think about ruining my life as smoothly as before, hurting my family and friends... "
He stopped when he said this, remembered Gu Xun, his eyes were dazed for a moment, but he quickly became clear, and continued: "I will tell everyone that once I find out that my temperament has changed, it must be that I am really crazy. Lock me up for treatment as soon as possible."
"Also," his tone was threatening, "if you let me find out that you're trying to hurt someone I care about, then you'd better not give me a chance to get my body back again, or I'll definitely be the first to do it myself. It's over...or die together with Jiang Zhaoyan."
His head suddenly hurt, and his consciousness was in a trance for a moment. Qi Cong also found that his hands were moving without control.
Even though his head was still hurting, Qi Cong smiled.
It seems to have heard. It also seems that this is the limit that the tasker can affect him when his willpower is no problem.
When he was in the hospital before, the tasker did not lock him up after taking control of his body, but allowed him to take back the control of his body, and the situation that he never had a headache after that made him have a problem. guess.
Maybe the damage to the controller is so serious that the tasker can no longer seize his body at will, unless the tasker can lock him in the controller again while his willpower is weak.
Later, Xiao Liu's "amnesia" indirectly confirmed his conjecture. If it wasn't that they couldn't break through from the inside, why would the tasker have to go to great lengths to use Xiao Liu's identity to make such an "accident"
Maybe the tasker has been waiting for his own "weak willpower" for a long time, but unfortunately he has not been sick or had any accidents since he woke up from "sleep". The height is tight, so that the tasker has no loopholes to drill. Now that he is really about to debut, the tasker is in a hurry, so he has to do it himself to make him "fragile in consciousness" and create opportunities for grabbing his body.
So as long as he doesn't get sick, doesn't get hurt, and stays awake all the time, he can take the initiative.
The pain in the brain was subsiding, Qi Cong suppressed his smile, adjusted his underwear, turned and walked out.
From today onwards, he will definitely be more careful and cherish his body than anyone else.
…
It is very simple to make up the scene. The scene that was set up yesterday has not been cleaned up because of the accident in the lake. As long as the actors and actresses are finished, the scene can be restarted immediately.
After arriving on the set, Qi Cong saw Shen Jia who was anxiously waiting there. He stopped, then took the initiative to step forward and hug Shen Jia.
Shen Jia was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly hugged Qi Cong, turned her head carefully, and asked, "Brother Cong, what's wrong with you? I heard that you and Gu—"
"I'm fine." Qi Cong let go of Shen Jia, raised his hand to help Shen Jia take off the hairpin wrapped around the hairpin, looked at Shen Jia's pure and clear eyes, remembered Shen Jia who was bullied and cried by "self" in the picture, her nose was a little bit Feeling sour, he said solemnly, "Jiajia, I scolded you, kicked you out of the community, didn't answer your calls... I'm sorry for the many things I've done to you in the past three years."
Shen Jia's eyes widened.
"I remember it all. Jiajia, I won't be crazy about Jiang Zhaoyan anymore, I still hate him... I've done too much shit in the past three years, I'm really sorry."
Shen Jia suddenly pursed her lips and her eyes were red.
Afraid that Qi Cong suddenly thinks of Jiang Zhaoyan and changes back to the state where he only sees Jiang Zhaoyan, is the biggest worry in the hearts of all those who care about Qi Cong, and it is also the most unwilling to mention it.
During this time, Qi Cong returned to normal, and everyone was very happy. But at many, many happy nodes, I was worried that Qi Cong's shadow of Jiang Zhaoyan would come over without warning, and it would reduce the color of all the happiness.
But now, Qi Cong said that he remembered Jiang Zhaoyan, and he also said that he still hated Jiang Zhaoyan.
The thing that everyone worried about the most, it seems that it will never happen again.
Shen Jia tried her best not to cry, and confirmed and asked, "Really remember? No... Don't you like Jiang Zhaoyan anymore?"
Qi Cong nodded and affirmed: "I think about it, I won't like Jiang Zhaoyan anymore. Jiajia, I'm sorry, thank you."
Shen Jia suddenly hugged Qi Cong again, tightly, and raised her hand to pat Qi Cong's shoulder.
Qi Cong also hugged Shen Jia back and patted Shen Jia on the back soothingly.
it is more than words.
A few minutes later, the filming started, and Director Wang personally came over to take the shot. Qi Cong sat in the wheelchair that had been repaired by the crew, looked at the lake not far away, tightened his hand, turned the wheelchair, and slid toward the gazebo.
Behind a rockery across from the lake that avoided the camera lens, Zhao Zhenxun looked at Gu Xun leaning on the rockery, frowned and said, "Qi Cong's condition is still unstable. When he was discharged from the hospital today, he lost his mind for a while, according to him. It was because he suddenly remembered a little bit of past memory and dizziness. I persuaded him to go back to the hospital, but he was unwilling and insisted on continuing to work. His emotional state was also not quite right, he was very depressed, as if he had something on his mind."
"Yeah." Gu Xun looked at Qi Cong, who was being 'bullied' by a group of actors in the pavilion. He lowered his head and couldn't see his expression. He tightened his hand in his pocket slightly and said, "I talked to the doctor, the doctor said Judging from the test results, Qi Cong is normal and there is no problem."
Zhao Zhenxun frowned even tighter: "But Qi Cong's mental state is obviously not right."
"So I contacted a doctor friend of my dad. He said that Qi Cong may have suddenly recalled too many bad memories and was affected by the emotions in those memories, causing a short-term emotional disorder. It should be able to recover after digestion.”
On the other side of the lake, Director Wang called the card, and the group performance made a mistake, blocking the camera, and had to reshoot.
Gu Xun frowned.
Zhao Zhenxun's brows stretched slightly when he heard the words, but he was still very worried and said, "But Qi Cong's obvious self-harm behavior..."
"Qi Cong committed suicide." The filming started again, and the group cast blocked Qi Cong's figure. Gu Xun finally retracted his gaze and looked at Zhao Zhenxun, "Now Qi Cong remembers all the memories before his suicide... He is very painful."
Zhao Zhenxun frowned again.
"It will get better." Gu Xun looked across the lake again with a firm tone, "He is struggling with those bad memories and emotions, and he doesn't want to give up the chance to come back that he finally earned. Broker Zhao, in Don't give up on him until he gives up on himself, please."
Zhao Zhenxun was taken aback and looked at Gu Xun.
Across the lake, Director Wang called out again, and after a two-second pause, announced that the scene was over.
Qi Cong's last scene in Hengcheng is over.
Gu Xun saw that Shen Jia, who was waiting on the sidelines, threw himself in front of Qi Cong with a smile, and Qi Cong smiled and reached out to support Shen Jia. He lowered his eyes, then looked back at Zhao Zhenxun, and said, "I will help him promote the song at night. I will leave first and then contact me."
"Gu Xun."
Gu Xun stopped and looked sideways.
Zhao Zhenxun looked at Gu Xun's eyes with no emotion at all, sighed in his heart, and said, "I will not give up on him, not only because of your pleas, but also because of his seriousness and hard work. Let me give you a suggestion and find a chance to be with him. Talk openly and honestly, and if you want to have a long-term relationship, there is really no room for deception."
Gu Xun turned his head, stood there for two seconds, and left.
Across the lake, Qi Cong, who was still in a wheelchair, vaguely saw a familiar figure passing behind the rockery on the opposite side.
A tall figure wearing black t and black pants walked out from behind a tree next to the rockery group, Qi Cong's eyes were fixed, and he was a little stunned.
I'm not mistaken... Why is Gu Xun here, is it... come to see him
As if aware of his sight, the tall figure suddenly stopped and looked back.
The two looked at each other across a green lake, Qi Cong instinctively lowered his eyes, then suddenly remembered that he was still wearing a mask, hesitantly, uncontrollably, looked up again.
Gu Xun's figure was no longer behind the tree, and the figure and the staring at each other just now seemed to be just his illusion.
Qi Cong slowly retracted his gaze and lowered his head.
… So be it.
He doesn't know when he will be freed in his life, maybe he will work hard to the end, he will still use the method of burning jade and stone to save everyone. Gu Xun shouldn't be dragged down by him, so... That's it.
"Brother Cong, your phone is vibrating."
Qi Cong reluctantly regained his senses, took the mobile phone that Yuanyuan handed over, and was stunned when he saw the message prompt lying on the screen of the mobile phone.
Gu Xun sent a WeChat message just now.
Qi Cong couldn't help but look behind the tree again, but still couldn't see anything. He tightened his hand, looked down at the phone, moved his fingers over several times, and finally pressed it to open the message.
Gu Xun: Qi Cong, this is the real me.
Gu Xun: As long as there is a way to get close to you, no matter what it is, I will try it.
Gu Xun: I'm sorry.
Gu Xun: I still don't want to give up.
Gu Xun: Mum, can you give me another chance? I can explain everything.
Snapped.
A tear fell on the screen, blurring the emoji that Gu Xun had just sent, which was a pitiful cat pleading with the corner of his clothes.
Qi Cong hurriedly raised her hand, wiped away her tears under the mask before others found out, turned the phone over to cover her lap, took a few deep breaths, and took a long mental effort before picking up the phone again and typing.
Ding dong.
Gu Xun retracted his gaze towards the lake and looked at the WeChat interface.
Baby: Stop contacting me.
He looked at the person on the opposite side who had only secretly wiped his tears, slowly put down the phone, raised it again after a few seconds, and typed.
Gu Xun: Impossible.
An exclamation mark appeared, and the message could not be sent.
Gu Xun paused, and once again glanced at Qi Cong, who suddenly got up and walked towards the bathroom across the lake, pinched the phone tightly, locked it, and turned to leave.