At 9 o'clock in the evening, it was the time when City S was brightly lit and the sky was boiling. In the high-end residential area "Luxiang Garden" in the city center, a penthouse duplex mansion is trapped in a dark vortex.
One kilometer away, the landmark building in the city center - "Ladder Sightseeing Tower" dazzles through the floor-to-ceiling windows to illuminate a corner of the living room.
With a "ding", the phone that was thrown in the corner of the sofa received a message, and the screen suddenly lit up in the dark.
One second before the screen was about to go dark, Song Yu picked up the phone with his knuckles.
A message from an unfamiliar number: [Song Da Actor, have you considered it?]
Scrolling up are some photos sent by this number yesterday. In the photos are Song Yu’s signed artist Han Jin and Song Yu’s manager and partner Meng Shiping. They hugged and kissed passionately on the golden beach of the island, and the picture was as beautiful as a literary movie poster.
Immediately behind the photo was a ransom text message:
[Big Movie King Song, I accidentally took photos of your studio artist Han Jin and your manager Meng Shiping on a romantic vacation while on vacation. Han Jin is on the rise in his career, so you probably don't want his career to be ruined by an office romance. I can't get in touch with Mr. Meng's agent, so I can only contact you, Song Dayingdi, how about buying these few photos for two million?]
The paparazzi in the entertainment industry often use extortion tactics. Posting photos has no other purpose than triggering a short-term gossip craze among netizens, and threatening the parties can often get a lucrative hush money.
Song Yu had just returned home when he received these photos last night, and then he sat on the leather sofa in the living room all night and day in a daze. During this time, he replied "I'll think about it" to the strange number.
two million? It's really worthless, if the paparazzi knows about Han Jin's relationship with him, it doesn't matter if he adds a zero.
Looking up at the dim light in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Song Yu thought of his mother.
On a late night twenty years ago, his mother sat there in the living room with the lights turned off, as if she had been sucked out of her soul. There are several photos on the coffee table in front of her. In the photos, a man and a woman are holding a cute child. They look like a happy family of three. The man in the photo is Song Yu's father, while the woman and child in the photo are his cheating partner and illegitimate child.
The convincing evidence of her father's derailment tore away all the beautiful illusions. The mother's soul died that night, dragging her dead body for twenty years, and her body was also pushed into the funeral home for incineration last month. in the furnace.
With trembling hands, he reopened the photos on the phone, and Song Yu stroked Han Jinyan's smiling side face on the screen with his fingertips. The smile passed through the screen and turned into an invisible hand, strangling Song Yu's throat, excruciating pain He choked.
During the twenty years of her mother's madness, what she babbled the most was: "Love is the most illusory thing. The closer you are to someone, the harder you will be lied to."
Song Yu failed to learn from his mother's failed marriage. Twenty years later, he suffered the same betrayal as his mother, and it was a double betrayal.
The two men in the photo are not only the signed artists and managers of his studio, but also his favorite man and his most trusted friend and brother.
Last week Han Jin was still clutching his neck in the office, smiling coquettishly: "Brother, the director said that he will go to Africa to shoot gunfight scenes in two days. I have never heard of that country, and there is no mobile phone signal. Fear."
At that time Song Yu comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I'll let Brother Meng go with you, and I'll pick you up the day you come back."
It turned out that it was not Han Jin's soft-spoken coquettishness, but his paving the way for his own lies.
Song Yu rubbed the screen of the phone, tapped the WeChat icon several times with his fingertips, and opened the WeChat interface. The last conversation time of the two dialog boxes on the top was still in the middle of the night five days ago.
Han Jin, with the head of a harmless kitten on his head, sent: Brother, I got on the plane, and I may really lose the signal when I get to Africa. Wait for me to contact you, love you.
Meng Shiping said succinctly: boarding the plane, see you later.
Two people who were supposed to be filming on an African set kissed on an island vacation.
Where did it go wrong? Why did he take off his hard armor to accept the hug, but was deeply inserted into his chest by a sharp blade.
Despair, questioning, self-blame, Song Yuxiang's head swelled. There were bursts of throbbing pain from deep in his scalp, and he was dripping with cold sweat. He grabbed his hair uncontrollably to try to relieve the pain, and after a low growl, Song Yu saw the medicine bottle on the coffee table, like a drowning person See driftwood.
Uncontrollably trembling hands opened the medicine bottle, and the pills scattered all over the ground, Song Yu suddenly slammed the medicine bottle to the ground. The rage came without warning, and he started to smash all the objects in the living room like a madman out of control. The powerless and desperate roar echoed in the empty duplex house, but it couldn't make any waves.
"Xiao Yu! Xiao Yu!"
A soft call came from his ear, and Song Yu stopped his hands with a dull expression, as if he heard his mother's cry.
"Xiao Yu! Xiao Yu!"
Following the sound and looking around, Song Yu finally saw the familiar figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His mother is very young, with her hair loosely tied, wearing a lotus root pink knitted sweater, sitting on the ground, holding a rattle half leaning over as if teasing a child, she smiled and said: "Xiao Yu, come here, Come to mother."
Song Yu stared blankly at her young mother, and under her encouraging eyes, walked slowly and half-kneeled in front of her. Mother gently wiped the sweat and tears off his face, and said distressedly: "Xiao Yu, are you tired?"
The warm touch on the face penetrated the skin and penetrated into the cold chest, and Song Yu's frozen body finally felt a little warm. He lay down, resting his head on his mother's lap, curled up as safe and comfortable as in his mother's womb.
The mother lowered her head, looked at her child with a smile, and said softly, "Good boy, take a rest when you're tired."
Song Yu couldn't control the corners of his mouth anymore, he held back his tears and asked in a trembling voice: "Mom, are you here to pick me up?"
"Well, this world is too bitter, I want to take you along." Mother rubbed Song Yu's broken hair over and over again.
Song Yu raised his head, staring intently at his mother's tender eyes. He thought about it seriously, how long has it been since he saw such a vivid expression on his mother's face? Twenty years have passed since the day my mother discovered her father's cheating, her eyes were like a bottomless cave filled with endless darkness and despair.
"Okay, then wait for me."
After getting his mother's answer, Song Yu let out a deep breath, and his eyes were faintly excited.
Repeatedly telling her mother to wait for her, Song Yu got up to take a shower, blew out her favorite hairstyle, and then went to the cloakroom to pick out the most suitable pure black suit to put on, paired with a gray and white striped black suit. tie.
He seemed to have been waiting for this day since a long time ago, and he also knew that such a day would come from a long time ago, so he was not in a hurry or in a hurry.
After tidying himself up, Song Yu went to the study and took out a small jewelry box, inside which lay a pair of unique custom-made rings, which he was going to use to propose on Han Jin's birthday.
Song Yu took out one of them and put it on his ring finger, then threw the other into the toilet and pressed the flush button. The loyalty he expected, yearned for, and firmly believed in with all his heart was washed into the dirty sewer like this.
After doing this, Song Yu didn't hesitate any more, he went to the utility room to get a climbing rope and turned on the crystal chandelier in the living room.
The mother was still squatting on the same spot, smiling slightly at him. Song Yu responded with a smile, looked up at the brightly lit crystal chandelier, then hung the climbing rope on the chandelier, put his neck into the climbing rope, and kicked off the stool under his feet without the slightest hesitation.
No uncontrolled hands, no uncontrolled emotions, no hallucinations, no betrayal, finally free.
For Song Yu at this moment, the climbing rope is not a tool of destruction, but a ladder towards liberation...
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The negative trend at the beginning will be interpreted positively later.
We must cherish life!