The president loves the little monster

"Fatal Illusion" actually has only one main character, Li Xuan.

Although there are many scenes of Shen Yanru, they all appear in Li Xuan's hallucinations and memories from beginning to end—whether it is the sunny, beautiful and lovely little wife Shen Yanru, or the dark, coquettish, powerful hell flower, they are all just It's just Li Xuan's hallucination, and even the past events of their bamboo horse and bamboo horse period are all presented in the form of flashbacks from Li Xuan's perspective.

Even in the last shot of the play, in the distant view by the Seine, Shen Yanru and that gentle-looking young man did not appear.

Perhaps, they have already left.

Maybe, they don't exist at all.

This is the usual open ending of a traditional literary film, but Dialect is obviously more willing to believe the former——

He hoped that his Xia Xia would still live in this warm world, even if there was no place for him by his side.

He hoped that all the pain and torture his Xia Xia suffered would be borne by him, the "murderer" who indirectly killed Xia Ming.

This is the "better" ending for him and Xia Ming in Fang Yan's mind.

But he never expected that Xia Ming would suddenly appear on the director's monitor.

"He always loves to be clean. He always keeps every corner of the house clean and spotless. No matter how late he comes back every night, he has to wash himself clean and smell good. Change the curtains and sheets once a week, and change the clothes. It changes every day, but..." Fang Yan stared down at the cold coffee cup, his eyes turned red instantly, and his voice was hoarse with a choked voice, low, like a sigh, "But I saw him on the monitor that day , Seeing him still wearing the black windbreaker from ten years ago, his face was covered with blood, and he couldn't even wipe it off, I...I feel very uncomfortable...very uncomfortable. "

"It's all my fault," Fang Yan murmured, "It's all my fault. He must hate me to death."

This is the saddest, heavy and heart-wrenching one among all the love stories related to nightmares that Meng Mo has encountered. You. Do you know what he said to you on the monitor?"

Dialect raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red, his voice was trembling with excitement: "What... what?"

"He said," Meng Mo looked into his eyes, a pair of black and white pupils with a faint smile shining brightly, "Brother Yan, don't accept it, please don't accept it... I don’t know what he meant by saying this, but now I finally understand—he begs you not to accept that life-for-life contract, please don’t trade your life for his. Not only does he not hate you, he probably I still love you like I did back then."

The dialect's tears came down all at once, he opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say the last word.

He lay down on the table and began to cry.

A tall, aged, wise and mature man, like a child, buried his head in his arms, trembling from crying, gasping for breath.

After a long time, he finally stopped, wiped his tears with his sleeve, and smiled embarrassedly at Meng Mo: "I..."

"Brother Yan," Meng Mo interrupted with a smile, "I may need your help for something."

"You said."

"The reason why I accepted this drama was to find out the truth about my parents' death... I suspect that the Three Realms Counseling Center has something to do with my parents' death and Xia Ming's death."

As far as he knew, the lifespan of everyone in this world was recorded in the book of life and death of the King of Hades, and there was no such thing as exchanging lives for lives, unless it was some witchcraft or sorcery.

And Xia Ming had consulted in this psychological counseling center not long before "suicide", and lost a very painful memory. This time he reminded dialect so anxiously. The problem... and it was probably related to Xia Ming's death.

Even Fang Yan accidentally discovered that Xia Ming had undergone psychological counseling before his death because of this script, it seemed that someone was deliberately inducing him behind the scenes... In other words, all of this may be a trap set by the other party.

As for why and for whom this trap was set, he didn't know.

But Xia Ming probably knew.

Dialect raised his eyes in surprise: "What?"

Meng Mo told the dialect everything about his parents, the results of his and Ao Qin's investigations over the years, and his guesses about the logic of the whole incident.

Dialect was so shocked that he was stunned, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Ao Qin is looking for Xia Ming's whereabouts. If my guess is correct, I may need your assistance then." Meng Mo looked into his eyes with bright and sincere eyes. It is conceivable that the risk is very high, so when we find Xia Ming, you can discuss it first, if you don't want to..."

"No need to discuss," Fang Yan said without thinking, "I am willing!"

He must find out the truth about Xia Ming's death!

If Xia Ming was really killed by someone, then even if he goes to the [-]th floor of hell and cannot be reborn forever, he still has to make the real murderer pay the price in blood!

"What do you want?" Ao Qin gave him a cold look, "You can also say these three words?"

"..."

Meng Mo looked back, and saw Ao Qin wearing the white fluffy pajamas he found on the Internet, standing behind him with a powerful aura, like a handsome polar bear, exuding a chilly air all over his body.

He couldn't laugh or cry: "My husband..."

Ao Qin: "Shut up!"

Meng Mo: "..."

"What did you promise me before?" Ao Qin looked at him coolly, "You forgot so soon?"

"..." Meng Mo stuck out her tongue embarrassingly, stood up and put her arms around his waist, and whispered in his ear, "Uncle, I was wrong. No matter where I go in the future, I will definitely report to you first. "

Ao Qin's expression softened a lot, but his tone was still cold: "You are not allowed to go anywhere!"

Meng Mo: "..."

"Until the truth is thoroughly found out," Ao Qin pursed his lips, very domineering, "You are not allowed to leave three meters away from me!"

Meng Mo: "..."

This is too exaggerated, right?

Ao Qin also seemed to feel a little unreasonable. After all, Meng Mo wanted to shoot a movie. The close-up and middle shots are fine. If you want to shoot long-range shots... three meters seems to be not enough, so he reluctantly let go: "Then Just five... ten meters! Ten meters at most!"

Meng Mo: "..."

He couldn't laugh or cry, but his heart was burning hot, thinking that his Uncle Dragon King was always so domineering and unreasonable, but he was very, very sweet.

Fang Yan was caught off guard by showing his love, and was almost blinded by the titanium alloy dog's eyes. He thought that he was already like this, and he would be forcibly fed dog food, it shouldn't be too miserable!

Ao Qin stared at Meng Mo closely, and there was a tendency to stare at Meng Mo until he refused to agree. Meng Mo had no choice but to agree, "Okay."

"It's more or less the same," Ao Qin was finally satisfied, the corners of his lips could not help but be slightly hooked, and he flattened it again, but the smile and pampering in his eyes couldn't be suppressed no matter how much he hugged him The little goblin sat across from the dialect, "I asked someone to retrieve all the surveillance videos of the studio and the hotel, and found something very interesting."

Really "interesting" stuff.

Surveillance cameras showed that Xia Ming had been on the set for several days.

He waits for the dialect to come out at the hotel door every day, and then happily "holds" the dialect's arm to the set, "relies" in his arms to read the script with him, and plays Xiaoxiaole with him, for a while He laughed happily, and anxiously pointed at the screen with his transparent finger: "Here, here... oops, I lost again! Husband, you are so stupid!"

While disgusted, he secretly chirped at his cheek, which made Fang Yan's face bloody, and he blushed and embarrassedly reached out to wipe it.

But before he "touched" Fang Yan's face, the blood stains disappeared as if they had evaporated.

When the dialect was playing, Xia Ming obediently sat aside, watched him play with starry eyes, and whispered in a nympho: "Ahh! My husband is so handsome! He is so handsome!" Looking at it, his expression became gloomy, he slipped into the dressing room with his head down, pointed at himself in the mirror with a mournful face, and said, "Xia Ming, you are so ugly."

"It's really ugly, the nose is crooked."

Dejectedly, he covered his face with his thin white hands that were bleeding, squatted in the dressing room and cried for a while, the blood and tears on his face were smeared into a ball, he wiped off his hands, and ran back to continue Watch the dialect show.

……

Most of the time, Xia Ming sat obediently beside Fang Yan, looking at him with a slight smile, like a young girl who is in love with a male god secretly... a little daughter-in-law who adores her husband.

It can be seen that he has been waiting for the dialect to turn on the phone camera.

However, as the days passed, the actors and colleagues of the crew took photos and posted them on Weibo and Moments, but Dialect never turned on the camera—not even once.

His Weibo has been handed over to his manager, his circle of friends is completely deserted, and his QQ space is also stuck at ten years ago, the day he bid farewell to Xia Ming before he went to Yunnan to record a reality show.

Gradually, Xia Ming became anxious.

He didn't seem to want to scare others, so when other people were taking pictures and videos, he quickly avoided them. He just walked around in dialects every day, with a teary expression on his face: "Those people in the Three Realms Consultation Center are very special. Bad, really bad QAQ Husband, don’t go, don’t go QAQ, they are lying to you! I was killed by them!”

"Brother Yan, wake up, Brother Yan!"

He looked like he really wanted to grab Fang Yan's shoulder and shake him hard, but his outstretched hand passed through Fang Yan's shoulder—he couldn't touch him at all.

Xia Ming withdrew his hand dejectedly, crying anxiously——

"Don't accept that contract, I beg you QAQ"

"Hubby, you must not accept it... If you accept it, I will never love you again QAQ"

Xia Ming's face was dripping with blood, he was crying and babbling non-stop, he looked miserable and cute, but dialect couldn't see him at all, and couldn't hear him talking What—everyone can't see him, except on camera.

I don't know why, but in just a few days, Xia Ming's ghost image became fainter and fainter at a speed visible to the naked eye... Yesterday he finally couldn't wait any longer, gritted his teeth, and stood in the shooting range of the camera Inside.

After finishing those few words anxiously, he looked at the dialect reluctantly, and drifted away crying.

The author has something to say: I’m in a bad state during this time, I forgot to stretch the line, I accidentally wrote it wrong yesterday, I redid the outline, and I rewrote it today...so it’s too late_(:з」∠)_

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