early bird sold out

In mid-September, the movie "V", which has not exposed any cast and plot, suddenly registered on the official blog and released a brand new trailer. In just a few seconds, the number of hits quickly exceeded 9.

The main line of the story is very simple. It revolves around everything encountered by the video blogger named V after he became famous. It should be a realistic theme, but Du Liang accidentally dubbed the background music of this trailer into a Shakespeare historical drama.

Those clicks initially came for the simple "Director: Du Liang Starring: Xia Zhizhu" in the copywriting. Netizens swarmed and mobbed like flies. Before the video had time to play, it quickly accumulated strange comments. tall building.

Insults, abuse, support, onlookers, questioning... But this phenomenal picture is like another part of the trailer that has not been edited and shown, it is completely outlined in the indifferent faces of countless people typing frantically behind the phone screen take shape.

"Do you believe him?"

An anonymous question on the social platform opened the prelude to the story in the sound of keyboard tapping.

"Do you believe him?"

The young boy is king in the gorgeous and dark game. He pushes open the window of the palace inlaid with gems, but the picture quickly jumps to the dilapidated old window frame of the old northern city following the flapping white dove.

The real moth landed on the pale and slender fingertips. The male protagonist with long curly hair dyed with different colors held half a cigarette end in his mouth, raised his chin indifferently to the dark gray sky, and didn't even bother to ask: Do you believe me?

It is believed that he can create data miracles in the chaotic prosperous age and become a brand new perfect idol.

hug him.

I believe that he is as vain and shameless as all the half-fame guys in the world, and one day he will abandon his original intentions and fall into the infinite wealth of sensuality.

Spoil him, love him.

I believe that everything he shows is an illusion, and I believe that this person who is a game blogger is really as good as word of mouth, and can easily play with the deadly secrets in the palm of his hand like the character he manipulates under the keyboard .

Fear him, worship him.

In the end, he also believed that, like the boss in the game, he could sacrifice his entire soul for the short-lived carnival of a few hours in this rotten virtual world, looking forward to and inspired, from silent following to fanatical blind following .

Anonymously shouted "Die" to him again and again.

The dark war repertoire of the dark tide in the Middle Ages came to an abrupt end.

Four burning words jumped out one by one on the screen.

First came "rumors", then "blind obedience", and finally "violence".

It has been a consistent routine throughout the ages, but now they no longer use swords to execute the tortured, because they have learned to pick up more convenient weapons of punishment.

"network".

The picture is raised amidst the sound of sirens by the river, into the brightly lit high-rise glass building, into the small advertising window that pops up on the display screen in the narrow lattice room, into the crowded mobile phone screens in the commuter compartment, from the special effects of the game. The window jumped out, and finally retracted into an airtight cell.

An eager and cheerful violin concerto sounded from the speakers outside the corridor, and people in electronic handcuffs sat in a corner where the sun could not shine, stepping on the rhythm of the music, and reciting Queen Mary of the third day with a chuckle.

"Who can escape? Those who support it will be hanged, and those who oppose it will be burned to death. Those who neither support nor oppose..."

The boy named V raised his head and grinned lazily at the monitor in the corner.

"Either be hanged or burned to death." ①

Who is the next king to be deposed?

The sound effect and all pictures disappear instantly.

The handwritten title "V" slowly emerged, and gradually turned into V's open arms.On a starless night, the boy looked up at the moon, and without hesitation fell straight into the water behind him.

Gumbling.

The screen suddenly plunged into azure blue filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Xia Zhizhu has hypermemory.

It is said that 30% of children without hypermemory will remember their feelings in the womb. The scientific name of this kind of memory is "intrafetal memory".

Xia Zhizhu doesn't remember what happened before he was four years old, so he shouldn't belong to that 30%, but he doesn't belong to the other 70%.But no matter whether there is hyperamnesia or not, the baby's dependence on the mother is still roughly engraved in everyone's genetic sequence.

The action of the scene manager, the command of the director, the call of the assistant... the voices in the ear gradually became farther and farther away.

The water in Jiangcheng is not as cold as in Lincheng. In order to make it easier for him to perform this scene, the staff even heated up the water in advance.

Feeling sleepy like mountains and seas, Xia Zhizhu had to close his eyes.

Is this what it feels like in the amniotic fluid?

He tried to curl up like a baby in the water.

Among Xia Zhizhu's few lost memories, he once slept in his mother's womb for seven months.Ruan Mi tried to give up on him, but finally kept him.

She liked to bask in the afternoon sun by the window sill, biting into a crisp slice of carrot while writing letters to Yoko that she would never send.When the fetus moves, she usually pretends not to notice it, but very occasionally, she still touches the little monster named "Tangtang" through her belly.

Yes, little monster.

Ruan Tang is a little monster.

The lung lobes are formed into resin, the oxygen is the insects that are frozen in it, and the air bubbles are spit out from his lips and nose, exchanging information from other worlds with the plankton at the bottom of the water.

How come the moonlight is so hot, it makes him almost show his original shape.

Xia Zhizhu buried his head even lower.

Somehow, the clear swimming pool was suddenly filled with duckweed, blocking the scorching moonlight from the dark, but if you look carefully, you can find that the duckweed is engraved with dense Chinese characters and emoticons.

Article after article, article after article exclaimed, "incest", "rape x", "little three" and "brothers' quarrel" can be seen everywhere... It's really not easy, so many people's attention can be gathered in one entry at the same time Curious words.

They're reading me, Xia Zhizhu thought.

A book does not belong to the author since its birth, and it will be handed over to people with different aesthetics to be judged freely.

So do I still belong to myself now?

I can't think of it, and it seems that I shouldn't think about such a complicated proposition when I'm in the water.

He began to think about some simpler questions, such as why did the director move the diving scene from Lincheng to Jiangcheng?

Because here Xia Zhizhu is more used to it, and it is easier to act out the despair of giving up struggling when he is dying?

Xia Zhizhu closed his eyes cooperatively, and began to imagine that he was V.

V is vagabond (wandering), victory (victory), and virtual (virtual).

He is a hero and tyrant who has never really existed. People fabricated him into a god in order to satisfy their psychological needs, and then turned around and destroyed him for the same reason. V is unable to question any individual, because all of them have united into a group. In order to gain the approval of the group, the individual is willing to unconditionally abandon right and wrong, and exchange IQ for the sense of belonging that makes people feel more secure. ②

And V's only fault is that he doesn't belong to them.

A burst of fireworks suddenly exploded on the duckweed-covered water surface, and the moonlight was once again washed into pieces by ripples, attacking him one by one, but before being hurt by the moonlight, a fish swam towards him first.

Or not fish either.

The spring breeze in February is like scissors, he may be a spring breeze in this cold autumn day, cut the duckweed, cut the pool water, and finally helped the mermaid in distress, cut off his fish tail without pain, and held He emerged from this azure blue.

It's so strange, it was him who was cut, but the scissors shed tears, will the tears of the scissors also form pearls?

Xia Zhizhu tried to reach out to pick it up, but the other party held his fingertips tightly in his palm and shouted loudly: "Open your mouth and breathe!"

The pain in the lungs hit like a needle prick, Xia Zhizhu shrank together in pain, the fish tail turned into human legs, and finally stepped back on the ground.

It turned out that this was the reason they returned to Jiangcheng.

The director found a lifeguard for him.

Xia Zhizhu opened his eyes wide in a daze, and subconsciously asked, "Can I go home?"

Both of their hair were soaked, beads of water formed at the tips, dripping like mermaid tears.

Xi Zhao lowered his head, his shoulders were trembling, and he could only answer instinctively: "Yes. Yes. Yes."

It's past midnight, and today seems to be September 9th, which is the birthday Xi Zhao engraved on Lily's dog tag.And Xia Zhizhu knew from a long time ago that this day was also Xi Zhao's own birthday.And it just so happened that dshdjhajjshd's birthday was also registered on this day.

But aren't they filming?

Xia Zhizhu asked curiously in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

Xi Zhao hugged the boy in his arms, rubbed his drenched hair, and tried his best to warm the body that was about to be frozen.

"V is gone, Xia Zhizhu, I'll take you home."

He couldn't tell who V was and who Xia Zhizhu was.But whether it's V or Xia Zhizhu, the little monster at this moment still remembers to lean on Xi Zhao's ear and say the first New Year's blessing to him.

"Happy birthday, D."

Happy birthday, Xi Zhao on the Internet, Lily from Xi Zhao, and Xi Zhao at this moment.

Xi Zhao didn't answer, but hugged him tightly and bowed his head deeply.

There is no director, no video camera by the pool, it is empty, only the mobile phone that was left aside when he panicked just now.

The screen lights up for a moment, and it says September 9th.