true adventure

Life, unlike any drama, has no logic or rules at all.

For example, He Yan felt that he was complaining like a cuckoo crying blood, but he didn't know why he was strong and healthy, and He Yuan would be the one who vomited blood.

He was so scared to death that He Yan paid for the ambulance call in the end.

It was exactly 500 yuan, and I spent all the money I spent as an extra on that day.

He thought damn it, at last he didn't owe He Yu'an anything, and really wanted to just leave. If Director He Da hadn't needed to observe for another night, he wouldn't have stayed outside and sat at all.

"What are you looking at?" Cui Yuanxun, who was next to him, also sat down and asked him.

"Super high-grade crystal coffin." He Yan said coldly, "Add some money and let him send it by SF Express, maybe it can be delivered in time."

Cui Yuanxun wondered: "I haven't issued a critical illness notice, are you a little anxious?"

He Yan took a deep breath, wishing to turn himself into a donkey, knock Cui Yuanxun's stupid mind, and tell him what sarcasm is.As soon as he raised his head, his eyes met Cui Yuanxun's well-shaped eyes, which were slightly bent, with a smile on his face.

This scene was so weird that the corner of He Yan's mouth twitched: "This is not funny."

"Oh." Cui Yuanxun's joking attempt failed again.

Congratulations really felt that something was wrong, seeing that Cui Yuanxun stopped talking, and he couldn't come up with the rebuttal he had thought up. After waiting for a while, Congratulations said: "Brother, don't you have anything to persuade me?"

Cui Yuanxun answered quickly this time, as if he had been thinking about it for a long time: "Yes, but you might not be too happy to say it."

"It's okay, just tell me." He Yan didn't know why, but he started to encourage him.

However, what else can I say, it’s still the same thing, don’t be blinded by the past, don’t ruin your future, if there is more, maybe even your mother doesn’t want you to be like this...

"I feel that you cannot be sentenced to death like this." Cui Yuanxun said.

He Yan felt that he should also go to the emergency room. He didn't know if it was something wrong with his ears or his understanding: "What did you say?"

Cui Yuanxun thought that He Yan didn't know his analytical thinking, and told him: "You are famous now, if, as you imagined, you kill that person immediately after he is released from prison, then things will happen very quickly." Exposed, your past will be dug up quickly, causing a lot of public opinion. I don't know much about the law in this area, but in this situation with many other factors at play, you probably won't be sentenced to death Immediate execution is at best a death reprieve."

The congratulatory words were still unbelievable: "Why do I sound very sorry to hear your tone?"

Cui Yuanxun was more puzzled than He Yan: "Of course. If it weren't for that ending, this story would have changed from perfect to unfinished."

"...Damn it, I'm not a story, I'm..."

"A person will eventually become a story." Cui Yuanxun said, "Generally speaking, death is the end of the story. When you don't stop at the climax of avenging your mother and atonement for yourself, even if you temporarily win the public's sympathy, pity, Support, this story will become unfinished in the end. When you get out of prison in 20 years or [-] years, few people will remember it. Many unpredictable things will happen and ruin your story. Because there is no way in life like Like a movie, it stops at the moment when the artistic value is the most perfect."

It's like a director filming a biographical film of a great athlete that records the glorious moment, and the film is famous in history, while the athlete in real life was tested for doping and canceled his medal many years later.How embarrassing, those efforts were obviously true, but they turned into a joke in an instant.

Because Cui Yuanxun's angle was too tricky, He Yan was completely unprepared to deal with it, and the answer he came up with was also temporary: "Only a play lunatic like you cares about this kind of thing. It's none of my business..."

"You care." Cui Yuanxun was categorical, "If you don't care, there is a missing link."

This is what Cui Yuanxun suddenly understood, when he asked why he had to do this.

Director He is not the only one who insists on showing everything.

Every action should be viewed on a line. When He Yan said that he wanted to forget and hide, how did he do it.

He Yan was on the rise and chose the fastest path to quickly become popular. He is not a traditional artist known for his works, what he sells is his personal image.Variety shows, stages, interviews, songs, and even relationships with others, together create a congratulatory message, and what fans pay for this image is not just money, but emotions.It is the emotions that drive the fans, who are full of love and pity for him, and believe in him so much that they feel that they should do something for the congratulations.And when this kind of gaze is put on social news, it is completely different.

"A young gangster on the street stabs a prisoner who has just been released to death. No one will care much about the news." Cui Yuanxun said, "A promising idol who suddenly commits a crime is destined to cause a great disturbance. You know that. Worth it, make the most of your fame."

"You hate He Yu'an because you should direct this scene yourself."

After Cui Yuanxun finally finished speaking, he looked at Congratulations' face, and it was as he expected, not very happy.

But this time, He Yan was not angry with him either.

He Yan even relaxed, no longer sitting upright, but slumped on the armchair very lazily, with his legs spread apart like any unqualified man on the subway.Wherever he looked, it also turned into a shining lamp on the ceiling, the light irritated his eyes.Congratulations was also extremely puzzled: "It's strange, am I lying to you? I thought I could only tell the truth."

But if you really think about it, he has been deceiving himself and others for a while.

I don't know why, but in fact, there has never been a moment when you can't stop telling the truth even if you cover your mouth with a congratulatory message.

But he was still pretending.Pretending it was all because of the curse brought by Cui Yuanxun, I had no choice.Cui Yuanxun has become his deceptive placebo, with Cui Yuanxun around, the congratulatory words can be pretended to be all Cui Yuanxun's fault, and he just said those words.

Even because of Cui Yuanxun, he would bring up things that he had never mentioned before.

He felt that he hadn't thought about it that way, but when he wanted to refute it, he became more and more powerless.

Was it true that the consequences were never envisaged once?

Or, subconsciously, he has taken advantage of the value of fans as a matter of course.What he wants is to make this matter the biggest, and the fans are his megaphones, in this era when the Internet highly affects reality.

He Yan has seen other people's jokes many times. When the artist's house collapsed or when the scandal was exposed, the fans closed their eyes and complained. He would wonder if these girls whose average age is less than 20 years old will feel uncomfortable. pain?Will you regret it if you take off the powder in the future?But it turned out he was the same person.

People will be forgotten, and the only thing everyone remembers is the story.As Cui Yuanxun said, the best ending of this story, which will spread word of mouth, should not be dragging its feet in the subsequent trial and sentence.

Then I kill him and then commit suicide.Congratulations was almost cornered by Cui Yuanxun, he couldn't hold back his indifferent expression any longer, and simply broke through.That's it.

"Yeah." Cui Yuanxun also thought about this option. If he had to say it, it was slightly better, but it was not without problems.

It's just this question, but he doesn't know how to express it clearly.

"What's wrong?" He Yan naturally sensed, "What the hell do you have to say?"

Cui Yuanxun finally decided to give an example.

"I used to go to summer camps abroad and took us to visit world-renowned schools. When we went to Cambridge, the teacher who led the team suddenly told us that Cromwell's head was buried nearby."

"what?"

"A very famous politician in British history. After being beheaded, his head was displayed as a collection. The collector nailed a handle on his skull so that guests can hold it while eating. This head It was passed around, and then the ear fell off, and the flesh became dehydrated and turned yellow. People gradually couldn't see the real face of this face, they just pointed and said: This is Cromwell's head!"

The biggest relationship between He Yan and Cromwell in this life is that he has nothing to do with him. He doesn't know what Cui Yuanxun is talking about.

"Do you want to become a new head?" Cui Yuanxun asked.

Become the person in the story, who is repeatedly used to watch and collect, but loses vitality, deforms and distorts, and is no longer the original appearance at all.Finally at the end, unrecognizable.

"I don't want you to become like this." Cui Yuanxun suddenly added this sentence without getting a reply from the congratulatory words.

What a strange change of perspective, stopping suddenly on the subject of another "I".

Compared with the previous analytical inferences, this is simply a completely inexplicable and trivial argument.What does Cui Yuanxun think, it's none of his business?

"Your imprisonment, execution, or suicide may be misinterpreted. I feel very uncomfortable when I think about any of them." Cui Yuanxun explained to him, "I don't seem to care so much about other people's endings."

Cui Yuanxun really couldn't do it, He Yu'an at least pointed him out a way, Cui Yuanxun talked here for a long time, nothing was solved, but a new problem was added.He Yan suddenly had the illusion that he had turned into a heartless man, and was pulled by Cui Yuanxun to be responsible for him.

"Congratulations." Cui Yuanxun called his name again.

"Ok?"

"Your sitting posture is very bad for the waist." Cui Yuanxun's tone was light, "If you feel uncomfortable sitting and need a fulcrum, you can lean on my shoulder."

"...You're supposed to be a jerk, why are you so dependable." He Yan said.

"Probably so." Cui Yuanxun replied, "There is a movie where the main character is sitting in the back seat of a taxi, leaning on the shoulder of another person."

He Yan felt that this person really deserved scolding, and at this moment, he had no choice but to use the temporary function of his sincere words online: "Stop fucking movies, movies are your mother!"

After cursing, He Yan slowly sat up straight, the overly strong light finally did not shine directly into his eyes.He turned his face and put his forehead on Cui Yuanxun's shoulder.The bone of Cui Yuanxun's shoulder pressed against him, like a long nail piercing into his forehead.He Yan's entire face was able to hide in the shadows.

Perhaps, besides all the choices, he can have one more answer in this ridiculous story.