Xie Wei's good fortune did not disappear with his death.
A movie that had been shot before was approved due to a change in policy direction. The producer did not arrange for it to be shown in theaters, but broadcast it directly online, and its reputation exploded overnight.
Xie Wei became extremely popular, dominating the entertainment news headlines for three consecutive days, and his acting skills were regarded as superb.
However, just when everyone was most interested in him, he died.
Xie Wei suffered from depression and paranoia, and had been taking medication for years. His condition was under control. But when he decided to take revenge, no one knew why he stopped taking his medication.
Then, the guilt of murder, the relief of revenge, and perhaps other complex factors ultimately led him to choose this path.
The world does not know the twists and turns involved, but only feels sorry for the end of a generation of genius.
Everyone sighed, saying that if they had known Xie Wei earlier, and if more people supported him, perhaps he would not have come to this point.
Unfortunately, there was no result.
The good things in the world are not solid; colorful clouds are easily dispersed and glass is fragile.
Xie Wei was like a meteor that flashed by. Because it was bright and short-lived, it didn't have time to wear off the love, and fell in everyone's regret.
In people's hearts, he is frozen in the most perfect moment.
People have launched online and offline activities to commemorate Xie Wei, which are many times more powerful than Shao Meng's memorial activities. Every app has related content on its homepage. I'm afraid that in remote mountainous areas, as long as there is a smartphone, people will know Xie Wei.
A safer house than a pink paper man is a pink dead person.
Xie Wei has tens of millions of followers on Weibo.
His last Weibo post was five years ago, promoting a movie.
The comments section has been flooded with tears.
Everyone was very sad, as if they had lost their most important friend, the best actor, and the most admirable brother.
Jian Jing still didn't move.
She stayed at home reading.
The word count of "Rose, Gold and Killer" is not large, about 200,000 words, and nearly 80% of it was completed during the New Year holiday. The part that she repeatedly considered and deleted was the love scenes.
She had a hard time writing before and didn't know how to express the vague and light feelings between the two people, but now, she knew how to do it.
The girl's attitude towards the killer gradually changed from distrust to trust, from suspicion to dependence. However, she was full of hatred and never realized that her feelings changed unconsciously. When she looked back, everything was in the past.
The killer went from being indifferent to his employer to sympathizing with her, and finally regained his soul because of this "humanity". He was no longer a cold and ruthless killing machine, and gradually developed his own likes and dislikes.
He decided to avenge the girl, not because of money, but out of a protective heart.
A girl's life shouldn't be like this. Her second half of life should be bright and glorious, not locked up in prison.
The killer changed his plan to avoid involving the girl and went on the journey alone.
Before leaving, he left a bunch of nameless wild flowers as a farewell.
The whole book has no confession or sensationalism, and the ending is the most orthodox one. The criminal's crime is exposed to the sun, and the killer pays the price of his own blood with his life.
The girl's life continued.
She returned to normal life, went to college, and everything was over.
The last 30,000 words took Jian Jing a week to write. She finished them in one go, but when she looked back, she still felt that her skills were not good enough to describe the turbulence in her heart with just a few strokes.
But the number of words can only be less, not more.
If it is too straightforward and too overwhelming, the traces will be too heavy and obvious, as if it can't wait to stuff a spoonful of granulated sugar into the reader's mouth, making it sickeningly sweet.
Then, what about the hidden and silent surge? Like a diamond, it has no color but shines brightly. Isn't it more touching
That doesn't work either.
In fact, they are not that in love.
Diamonds are formed under high temperature and high pressure, and they have to go through a lot of trials and tribulations to be made. They have never even expressed their affection, so how can their love be stronger than gold
Love is not so cheap and casual, it can be found everywhere.
Jian Jing thought, those should be dewdrops.
Walking in the forest in the early morning, a drop of dew occasionally falls on the tip of my nose. It is crystal clear and pure, short-lived and hazy, and disappears in an instant, leaving only a faint trace on my cheek.
It’s cool and moist, beautiful and sad.
This kind of meeting was accidental and I will never encounter it again.
Jian Jing deleted and revised the manuscript, and put it down the moment she finished it.
Of course she regretted it. If she had known that his illness had relapsed, she should not have said such a waste of time to him. If she had sent him to the hospital, maybe he could have been saved.
But when I think about it carefully, I feel that it doesn't make any sense.
Xie Wei deliberately indulged his illness and allowed himself to be swallowed by darkness.
He lives too hard.
He has shouldered too much in the past ten years, and even if he becomes popular again today, time cannot go back to 2010. Many people and many things are a foregone conclusion and cannot be reversed.
He has persisted until today, just to prove that he has not let anyone down and is worthy of the love and trust of others.
The goal was achieved, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Unable to move forward anymore.
Jian Jing could not forget the relieved smile on his lips before he passed away.
This at least comforted her. At least at that moment, he was happy and relaxed.
She sent the first draft to Kang Mucheng.
Kang Mucheng had known her plan for a long time, so he was not surprised at the time. But when he went back and read the manuscript carefully, he felt uneasy.
He knew Jian Jing too well.
If nothing had happened, she would never have been able to write such a delicate and gentle passage.
Thinking of this, the words on the manuscript seemed like dancing figures, twisting and turning, and he couldn't read them at all. He thought for a long time and called Director Huang.
"Director Huang, um, I'm Kang Mucheng." He said calmly, "It's okay. I'm telling you, we've already got the contract ready. There shouldn't be any problems. How about you?"
Director Huang was full of grievances: "I was originally planning to recommend Xie Wei, and finally Fei Niao agreed, but why did he... Oh, now I have no choice."
Kang Mucheng asked: "What happened to Xie Wei?"
"Depression relapsed." Director Huang knew no more than anyone else, "He seemed fine before, who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, he would be gone."
He sighed for a long time, then suddenly asked, "By the way, is Jingjing okay? I noticed she hasn't posted on Weibo or Moments recently, is she okay?"
Sometimes, the biggest anomaly is doing nothing. Director Huang is not stupid, or rather, their sense of smell is actually more sensitive than anyone else.
On the day of leaving the hotel, perhaps everyone noticed the subtlety between Jian Jing and Xie Wei.
Kang Mucheng said: "She is busy publishing a new book, why is she asking this?"
Director Huang hesitated for a moment, thinking that one thing is better than another: "Nothing, just asking casually, I hope nothing happens."
Kang Mucheng did not ask further questions, but he already understood in his heart.
Thanks Wei.
What happened to Jian Jing and Xie Wei after he left
"Ding Dong—", the doorbell rang when Jian Jing was watching Xie Wei's last movie.
She thought it was Kang Mucheng, but when she looked at the video, it turned out to be a fat orange cat face.
Jian Jing couldn't help laughing and quickly opened the door: "Why is it you?"
"Shh." Jiang Baiyan lowered the brim of his hat, holding the fat pudding in one hand and carrying a lot of bags in the other, "Come in and talk."
Jian Jing stepped aside.
He sneaked into the house, finally breathed a sigh of relief, put down the heavy cat biscuits, and shook his arms: "It's so heavy, Pudding has gained another two kilograms, I'm going crazy."
Jian Jing poured him some water: "How do you know my home?"
"Ask Mr. Kang." Jiang Baiyan took it and drank it all in one gulp. Then he took off his hat and wiped the non-existent sweat. "Teacher Jingjing, I'm here to ask you for help."
Jian Jing: “?”
"I have to go to film a movie in Ice City." Jiang Baiyan put his hands on his hips and sighed, "My friends used to help me feed Pudding, but now it's no longer possible. It won't move at home alone and is getting fatter and fatter. The doctor said it must lose weight. I can't bear to send it to the pet hospital, so I have to find someone to save it."
He bowed ninety degrees: "Teacher Jingjing, please save me."
Jian Jing: “…” People who don’t know would think it’s a request for an orphan to be entrusted to someone else.
"I don't know how to keep a cat." She doesn't hate cats, but she doesn't know how to keep one.
Jiang Baiyan said, "I have prepared the cat bed, cat bowl, cat scratching board, cat bag, etc. I will go downstairs and get the cat litter and cat food from the car. It will be fine."
Jian Jing crossed her arms: "What if I don't agree?"
Jiang Baiyan raised Pudding's front legs and made a miserable pleading expression: "Please, take me in."
Jian Jing: “…”
"Please," he said humbly, tears streaming down his face. "Our cat, Pudding, is quiet and quiet, and can be stroked and walked around. He has no problems other than being able to eat. You will never find a cat cuter than Pudding."
Although she knew he was acting, Jian Jing couldn't help laughing: "Okay, okay."
"Hurry, Pudding, kowtow to your godmother." Jiang Baiyan pressed his cat's head and banged it twice. The orange cat was really good-tempered, and let him fiddle with it stupidly without even showing any sign of waving his claws.
"Don't bully Pudding." Jian Jing had automatically put on the role of a caregiver and couldn't help but snatch the cat and pet it in her arms.
Jiang Baiyan: "Then I'll go move the toilet."
He ran over twice and brought his son's toilet and food over. He then began to install the cat climbing frame and put it against the wall. "Teacher Jingjing, you have to let Pudding move a little. He can go out for a walk."
Jian Jing weighed the weight in her arms and agreed: "Okay."
"I will probably be shooting for two months and will be back soon." Jiang Baiyan explained his whereabouts.
Jian Jing suddenly came to her senses: "You got a new role?"
She hadn't looked at her phone much in the past two days, but she knew that the game of Devil 2 had already begun. If Jiang Baiyan took the role at this time, it would be tantamount to giving up.
"Yes." Jiang Baiyan didn't make excuses and admitted it directly.
Jian Jing said "Oh" and said nothing.
But he continued to talk: "Won't the teacher ask me the reason?"
"You have your reasons," she said. "You don't need to explain them to me."
Jiang Baiyan said: "But I want to explain."
"Then tell me." She smiled.
Jiang Baiyan became serious: "Because you already have the best demon, the best hunter." The light in his eyes dimmed slightly, "I can't compare to him."
Jian Jing shook her head: "Don't say that, Xie Wei..." She thought about it and said seriously, "It took him ten years to develop his acting skills to the level he has today. How old are you?"
Writing hates success, and so does acting. Jiang Baiyan debuted at a young age, with a high starting point and a very popular star. It is not easy for him to have such acting skills.
But what about Xie Wei? He has experienced all the fickleness of human nature.
"I understand the reason." Jiang Baiyan said, "But I have no chance to surpass him, right?"
Jian Jing was silent for a moment.
"Then I'll go first. Teacher Jingjing will come later." He put on his hat again without any hesitation. But before leaving, he hesitated and said, "And..."
After thinking it over for a long time, he finally spoke with difficulty: "Our pudding... the poop is a bit smelly, you must turn on the exhaust fan before shoveling."
Jian Jing: “… Haha.”
Jiang Baiyan fled in panic.