who do you want me to replace

"It's him, isn't it?"

Wen Feixun was breathing heavily. He obviously sent someone to send a bouquet of flowers to Jiang Yu's room every day, but when he looked around at this moment, he realized that there was not even a single flower in the room. Not a hint of floral scent.

Have they all been 'disposed'?Just like Jiang Yu didn't hesitate to refuse the supper he gave.

"I admit that you two look alike. I agreed to be with you at the beginning because he—"

Jiang Yu watched Wen Feixun's gradually collapsed expression, and unconsciously clenched his fingers, with a trace of anxiety in his voice: "But there were many misunderstandings when we first met, and we didn't have any emotional foundation at all at the beginning. , but then—"

"do not talk!"

Wen Feixun's expression looked as if he was about to cry, but Jiang Yu looked over carefully, and it seemed that he could only see the coldness and anger lingering on his face.

"Then why didn't you tell me during this time? You obviously had a chance. After I showed my feelings to you, why didn't you tell me clearly, just kept it from me, and then refused blindly? I don't deserve to know the truth ? Can I just be a stranger to you like this!?"

"...Jiang Yu, can I hold a little weight in your heart? Have you ever cared about me?"

The skin of Jiang Yu's grasped wrist was astonishingly hot, and the heat from Wen Feixun's palm penetrated into his body. He seemed to be able to easily feel the extremely negative and dark emotions of the person in front of him at the moment through the body temperature, like It was the whole person who was crushed by him.

Just like what he had thought before, this was the worst possible outcome. Wen Feixun had been severely impacted and hurt, and he didn't feel that Wen Feixun wanted to start over with him now, even though neither of them Too big a mistake, but this has indeed formed a huge hurdle.

But he was still unwilling to deceive his heart, and said in a low voice: "I care."

After a two-second pause, he added, "I'm sorry."

He lowered his head and didn't see the fleeting injury in Wen Feixun's eyes when he heard the sound. When he caught a glimpse of the broken skin wound on Wen Feixun's finger, there was a vague emotion in his eyes. He was a little confused and blurted out: "If you If you want to beat me up to vent your anger, I won't fight back."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was keenly aware that he was wrong.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Wen Feixun seemed to tremble all over, and said in disbelief: "Do you think I will treat you like I treated Min Zhen?!"

"not me……"

"Then do you still think that I will block you?"

Wen Feixun gritted his back molars, stared at Jiang Yu's flickering eyes, and felt chills all over his body: "When did you have this idea? At the beginning? Or after knowing that I really like you? Think so?"

Jin Yue knocked on the door anxiously: "Brother Jiang? Mr. Wen? Are you all right?"

Jiang Yu shouted hoarsely: "It's okay, you wait outside."

"Jiang Yu, is this the kind of person I am in your heart? You can't feel my feelings for you, and you preemptively predict and copy my attitude towards other people to you, and regard me as someone you should be careful about. Man, when I did nothing, I was sentenced to death..."

"You're being unfair to me."

"You didn't feel sorry for me, you just didn't like me enough."

Wen Feixun's eyes were still fierce, as if he wanted to devour him, but after these words, Jiang Yu seemed to see through his fierceness and inwardness. This person's fierceness and cruelty are all towards others, but towards him... Jiang Yu suddenly remembered that kiss in the dark, the fiery possession, the silent tenderness.

That's what Wen Feixun really gave him.

He felt as if he had touched something and realized something, but he had a clearer cognition—it seemed that nothing he said would help.

Wen Feixun let go of his wrist, and the oppressive feeling in front of him suddenly disappeared. He took two steps back, opened the door and rushed out.

Katherine's shout became farther and farther away until it disappeared. Jiang Yu's held breath slowly relaxed, as if he had lost all strength, his eyelids drooped, eyes half closed, and he leaned against the wall for a long time without moving.

Jin Yue carefully stared at him for a long time, then pursed her lips: "Brother, are you alright?"

"……What do you think?"

"I think you're a little down and depressed."

"That's pretty good," Jiang Yu murmured, "I need a while to slow down, slow down, this kind of mood is just right for the next filming, I don't have to worry about being affected by personal affairs, you should rest assured, Should be happy."

Jin Yue looked at him silently. Now Jiang Yu seemed to be thinking about filming, but she always felt that this person was trying to use something to divert his attention. Although the effect was minimal, he was working hard.

When Katherine called her up, she didn't explain the situation clearly. Probably, even Katherine herself didn't understand the situation. She only knew that the relationship between the two people might be deteriorating continuously, and she had nothing to do to comfort her.

"Anyway, I'm flying to Jinhai City tomorrow afternoon to film the scene. The room here...how about I ask the crew to return it? You don't need to stay, and you won't be able to stay for a few days when you come back."

"……it is good."

Jin Yue heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that he might be in a better mood in a different environment, but suddenly remembered the pool of delicate flowers kept in the bathtub in the bathroom. Flower, do you want to throw it away? It is definitely unrealistic to take it on the plane tomorrow..."

Jiang Yu raised his eyelids and glanced at the bathroom door. His eyes were a little dull, and his mind was blank. He paused for a few seconds and said, "Zhong Mo won't go to Jinhai, let her take care of her."

"Oh," Jin Yue agreed in a low voice, "but when you come back, they must all be dead."

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes, and the light in his eyes fell lightly on his wrist. There was no longer the hot temperature just now, and even the remaining finger marks had disappeared.

"Death... is also normal. There is no such thing as eternal freshness."

Katherine brought Wen Feixun back to his nearby apartment, and after rushing out of the hotel, the man's pace gradually slowed down, like a walking dead, as if all the vitality was suddenly sucked away.

But that's good too, it's better than running rampant on the street with alcohol.

Katherine shook her head, helped him to the sink without complaint, observed his pale face, and asked, "Mr. Wen, do you want to throw up? Or I'll make you a glass of honey water?"

Wen Feixun was stunned for a moment, shook his head, picked up the clothes on his body indiscriminately, accidentally put his palm into the pocket of the coat, the broken skin on his knuckles hurt, and suddenly touched something cool with his fingertips.

In an instant, he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

"What's wrong?" Katherine was a little nervous.

Wen Feixun touched the small object, its appearance and touch were very familiar, but at this moment it was extremely dazzling in his eyes.

That was the jade card he gave to Jiang Yu, a jade card full of his sincerity and wishes and blessings.

At some point just now, Jiang Yu put it in his pocket and returned it to him.

The night air grew colder.

Katherine held him up helplessly, watching her boss, who was usually aloof, clutching the jade token tightly, the wound on her knuckles burst and oozing blood again, her clothes were disheveled and her expression was dismal, she bent deeply, her head buried in her arms In the meantime, he choked up in pain and embarrassment.

The next day, Jiang Yu flew to Jinhai with the crew, and officially started filming the second half of the script of "The Dream of Huang Liang".

Covered with a blanket, he sat by the window of the plane, watching the large fiery clouds in the sky gradually turn into a gloomy dark blue with the passage of time, holding the script and slowly closing his eyes, clearing all the distracting thoughts in his mind, letting go In Jin Yue's mouth, the "very down" emotion framed herself into Xiang Tao's world.

Compared with the previous period, he seemed to be a completely different person. Two days ago, he was filming Lanqin's car accident. He didn't have a part in the scene. Zhou Heng happened to meet him in the hotel where he was staying. When he saw his appearance, his eyes were shining. Looks like he can't wait.

"Xiao Jiangxing, you are in a very good state, and you have become one with the character? I think I have to advance your role as soon as possible."

"No, you can just shoot according to the progress, let me brew it." Jiang Yu smiled flatly.

With a contrasting state, it is easy to be amazed just by looking at it, but when it comes to filming, Zhou Heng will still grind it over and over again, especially now that it has reached the stage of the scene that needs to be grinded, he will not be soft-hearted towards actors at all.

In the scene that Jiang Yu filmed after he came to Jinhai, he saw the scarred and amputated Lanqin in the hospital. He didn't dare to wake him up in front of Lanqin's hospital bed. He could only suppress his extreme sadness, silently cry.

Jiang Yu filmed this scene four times, which is not too much, but each time he had to experience the desperation and sadness that drained his energy, pinched his throat to silence the crying, and even trembled uncontrollably.

Then, after the director yelled 'click' every time, he wrapped his eyes with ice packs wrapped in a towel to ensure the connection to the next scene.

Jin Yue held a towel for him, looked at Jiang Yu's blank face when he was waiting, and frowned unconsciously.

Although I heard from Zhong Mo that Jiang Yu had this kind of experiential and immersive performances in the past, and he had experience both in and out of the play, but for some reason, Jin Yue was still a little worried.

When the next scene started and Jiang Yu got up to leave, she sighed and squatted aside, drawing up Jiang Yu's menu for tonight, thinking about how to make him eat more and make up for him, and then sent a wechat message to Sister Zhong, asking Arriving at the medicine that Jiang Yu had taken to treat headaches in the past.

Although there is no sign of another headache, let's buy it first and prepare it.

The author says:

Broken mirror (√)

Two excellent assistants have endured too much~~