true adventure

When He Yu'an asked for the script to be delivered this time, He Yan was receiving a psychiatrist in his room.

The psychiatrist showed his rich magic wand skills last time, and this time he came to the door with tarot cards, but it still didn't count.It's not because He Yan doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, it's just that he doesn't seem to believe in foreign countries.

"Doctor, do you know how to watch Luoyin?" He Yan asked.

The doctor suspected that the congratulatory message had an accent, and replied cautiously: "I protect the privacy of patients very much. I never record it. There is no need to turn it off."

...it seems that I don't know at all.The congratulatory message can only give him a popular science feudal superstition from China: "It is a kind of ritual. Legend has it that the living can go to the underworld and see their dead relatives."

How can a doctor know such a thing, but he is very keen: "Do you have any knots?"

"That's it."

"Such rituals are all deceitful, so there's no need to believe them. It's more reliable to seek psychological counseling." The psychiatrist suddenly had professional ethics at such a time, and said this to He Yan seriously.

"No," Congratulations rebuffed, "I'm worried about you, I'm afraid it will be leaked tomorrow."

He might have been a little more tactful in the past to find a reason, but recently he discovered that maybe he didn't need to give too much face.

"I'm very strict." The doctor argued for himself, seeing that there was still no room for negotiation in the congratulatory message, he took a step back, "Then I'll give you a hypnosis? You can't sleep well for a long time."

Congratulations originally wanted to continue to refuse, but when he heard the last sentence, the refusal that was about to be said stopped again.He remembered that someone had told him that last time, and that night, he slept deeply.

"Then try it."

He turned on the recording function of the phone in advance and placed it in front of the psychiatrist.Relax as requested, leaning back on the soft sofa with your eyes closed.Not long after, he saw the long river again.

He Yan walked backwards, and when he reached the starting point of the river, he saw the sluice gate standing there again. His feet seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't continue walking, so he could only look up.

"I'm... living a good life now." He Yan said hesitantly, "I've become a star, many people like me, and I'm going to make a movie soon, and someone will pass me a drink. Everything is very good."

The sound of running water boomed, but he got no answer.

"I also have a friend, not very smart, a little bit of an idiot. But it might be suitable for me." Congratulations said in a soft voice, "It's really good. How about you? How are you?"

The gate finally dropped.

He Yan saw the person opposite, that face that he thought he had forgotten all these years, but he always remembered it clearly.Haggard, tender, and pretty if she's ever been treated well.She often sat on the bed blankly for a whole day, and sometimes she woke up suddenly, looked at him in front of her, and smiled again.

The woman is standing there now, smiling at him like this.

He has never called her that name, no one has taught him, and by the time he learns it, it is already too late.

"Mom." He Yan called it.

Still smiling, the figure of the woman gradually disappeared amidst the roar of the water.

Congratulations leaned on the sofa, his head drooping slightly, and he had already fallen into a dream.He was like every normal sleeping person, expressionless, silent, only the sound of even breathing.

Suddenly, tears flowed from He Yan's closed eyes, slid down and dripped on the back of his hand.

It was the tears that finally fell after so many years.

The script was also sent to Cui Yuanxun.

Cui Yuanxun flipped through it, very puzzled.

"In the final finals, he dragged on for so many days, is this a remake of the script?"

"Ah, is this a remake? Why do I feel like I haven't heard of it?" Jiang Xin asked questions enthusiastically, to show Cui Yuanxun his empty brain that had never read a book.

The male protagonist is suddenly arrested by two police officers. Within 48 hours of being summoned, evidence of the male protagonist's crime must be found. This is the beginning of the script, and it does not seem novel.

"The police don't know what crime he committed. Within 48 hours, the actor will find out his crime and accept the sentence."

"What the hell, I don't know what crime to arrest someone, is this screenwriter sick?" Jiang Xin asked.

"This is Kafka's original work," Cui Yuanxun patiently explained to the illiterate, "The Trial."

But He Yuan's script was not called this. On the printed cover, the title of the script was "Crime".

Jiang Xin was very embarrassed, but he couldn't take back the words. Kafka was also scolded by him for being sick. He tried to make amends and asked: "But why did you shoot this famous book? It will be very strange to perform it?"

Cui Yuanxun turned back, but the back of the script was blank, only the short first scene.

How strange, like a performance art, Cui Yuanxun said to Jiang Xin: "This script is not prepared for me, and I will not perform it for me."

"Who is it for? Zhang Zhou?" Jiang Xin proposed a candidate, looked into Cui Yuanxun's eyes, and immediately knew he was wrong, "Fuck, it can't be a congratulatory message, right? Why..."

"You go out and help me verify one thing, can you?" Cui Yuanxun interrupted Jiang Xin's anger, "It's a bit important to me. Tell me as soon as you're sure."

After sending Jiang Xin out, Cui Yuanxun stood at the door and saw a man coming out of He Yan's room, he hesitated for a moment, and knocked on the door anyway.

"The door is not closed." He Yan said inside, watching Cui Yuanxun walk in as usual.

"You know it's me?" Cui Yuanxun asked, sitting next to He Yan.

"Then what else?" He Yan asked back, "Li Shen won't just come here when he has nothing to do. When he comes, he will just swipe his room card and won't knock on the door."

Cui Yuanxun found that he was always straying from the topic recently. He obviously came here to discuss the script, but now he started talking about other things.

For example: "Does he have a key card?"

"Well," He Yan didn't pay much attention to it, "Sometimes I come here to deliver something and tidy up."

It sounds like people do have this need, Cui Yuanxun didn't continue to ask, and returned to the topic: "Have you read the script?"

"Not yet." The script was on the coffee table, and He Yan bent down to pick it up, starting from the first page.

While turning the pages, I heard Cui Yuanxun say: "I think I may have made a mistake in my judgment before. He Yu'an really didn't have much time to make another movie, so I thought he gave up."

"What about now?" He Yan asked, after reading the short few pages of the script, he heard something was wrong, "What do you mean you don't have time?"

Cui Yuanxun remembered that he didn't explain the reason clearly to He Yan last time. At that time, he still wanted to keep a little privacy for He Yu'an.

"He may not live long." Cui Yuanxun said, "I also have a doctor in my family who said the survival rate is very low. I don't understand why it is like this. If I don't treat the disease well, I have to come to this variety show."

He Yan's fingers trembled as he flipped through the script, and stopped on the last page.

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out that He Yuan was about to die.

Because he was about to die, he would do this kind of thing insanely, like writing a blood book, forcing people to leave a deep impression and never forget it.Put the last scene directly on the live broadcast of the finals, leaving no room for retreat.

I gave him the script of the first scene, the theme is so obvious, waiting for him to continue writing.To find out the crime of the protagonist, conduct a trial, and make it public.

"What is this?" Cui Yuanxun noticed that there was a piece of paper on the script spread out in He Yan's hand.

He Yan picked it up and handed it to Cui Yuanxun, it was a receipt for parking charges.

"The address of this parking lot is a cemetery," He Yan said, "My mother is buried there."

The phone screamed briefly, and the message from Jiang Xin appeared on the lock screen.

"The name "Actor's Choice" was suggested by director He Yu'an. It was originally called acting class."

"He said being an actor is a choice."