secret movie

The spring night is full of brilliance, and the whole city is full of brilliance, and the landscape lights and car lights complement each other, like a gorgeous Changhong.

Outside the magnificent hotel, shiny cars drove up one after another, and the well-dressed parking attendant trotted to greet them courteously.

Qi Wenxiao casually threw the car keys over, and turned to look at the two friends who came out of the back seat: "Hey, did you hear from him?"

Lin Zi glanced at the phone screen: "I sent him another message just now, but I didn't reply."

Qi Wenxiao frowned suddenly: "Isn't it cowardly?"

The remaining person laughed and said: "How can he, if he doesn't come today, how can he continue to show off in front of us in the future."

Qi Wenxiao narrowed his eyes, and said casually, "If it wasn't for watching the excitement, I wouldn't come to this shitty place, I don't feel like I've made up enough."

As he said that, he and his friend looked at each other with a knowing smile, and reminded Lin Zi: "Call Duan Shu until he picks up."

Lin Zi didn't join in their taunting and ridiculing, he took the mobile phone and started making calls as he said.

There was a mechanical waiting sound in his ears for more than ten seconds, and he was about to shake his head at Qi Wenxiao to indicate that no one answered, when the waiting sound stopped abruptly.

"Hello?" The person on the other end of the phone whispered, "Lin Zi?"

Lin Zi was stunned for a moment, and quickly responded, "Brother Duan? We just got off the bus, where have you been? I sent you a message earlier, but I haven't replied..."

"I'm outside the hotel."

A clear voice surged from the radio waves, and seemed to overflow into the air along an invisible signal. He vaguely heard the same voice coming from nearby.

Qi Wenxiao, who was staring at him on the phone, also heard it, and they turned their heads almost at the same time.

The cool water in the fountain in the center keeps rising and falling, shining in the night. There is a tall and slender figure standing not far in front of him. He wears a white shirt and black trousers. He is wearing a simple dress, which makes him look elegant and calm. , which is very different from the usual Yanyan.

This was enough to surprise Qi Wenxiao and his party.

Qi Wenxiao's gaze was glued to his shirt, and he couldn't hide his astonishment: "Brother Duan changed his style?"

It is no longer the wine red and black that have remained unchanged for thousands of years, the colors most commonly used by painters.

He actually changed to white.

Duan Shu hung up the phone, and calmly looked at the friends who met for the first time in front of him, his expression still flamboyant: "I'm tired of wearing clothes, I change my taste occasionally."

Qi Wenxiao has a good appearance, well-dressed clothes, and a luxury car to match, but unfortunately there is a frivolity that cannot be concealed in his eyebrows and eyes, he is obviously a cynical son.

Ordinary eating, drinking, and having fun can no longer satisfy this kind of people. The things that can be bought with money are dead things after all, and they are not as fun as living people.

The deliberate flattery of these so-called friends has become the only happiness that "Duan Shu" has. No matter what they talk about him behind the scenes, he still tries his best to maintain this superficial brilliance, and sinks deeper and deeper, becoming more and more addicted to it. A life of fragile illusions.

Therefore, in front of them, "Duan Shu" does not allow himself to show timidity, and must not reveal the fact that he is just a stand-in. Even after he enters this hotel, everything that happens is extremely uncontrollable, but he still has to walk straight. Go in, hypnotize yourself to be really loved, and then maybe everything will be fine, maybe his disobedience will turn Lu Zhi's face on the spot...

No, Lu Zhi won't.

Like him, Lu Zhi is a pathetic gambler, a companion tied to the same boat, and he will not let his sweetheart who is chasing after him know what he is doing behind the scenes.

So in this magnificent hotel, under the gaze of countless gazes, they will look at each other calmly, and then slowly look away. Then, the two of them will be unable to restrain themselves at the same time imagining that after the show tonight, they will inevitably fall in the private room. The storm in the villa.

Thinking of this, the handsome young man's smile became wider under the steam, Qi Wenxiao was in a daze, and almost doubted the conclusion he had drawn.

He came back to his senses, opened his mouth, and finally tried to restore his usual tone: "White looks good too, let's go in, Brother Duan."

In the respectful bow of the doorman, they walked into the gorgeous and bright light together.

In the shadow cast by the lights, Qi Wenxiao looked at him: "Tonight must be very interesting."

Duan Shu looked back with a smile, as if he was really not afraid at all: "Of course."

There is nothing more fun than walking on a cliff.

The premise is that this cliff stands in a dream.

A group of people entered the venue and took their seats. The dinner party had not yet started. The glamorous guests were chatting in low voices. Many people turned their eyes to Duan Shu who had just sat down in surprise.

"Is that Mr. Li's brother? They really look alike."

"No, I remember they filed a lawsuit, so it's impossible to come here today..."

Shallow voices of discussion reached Duan Shu's ears, he was always very sensitive to voices.

It turned out that the artist's surname was Li.

Qi Wenxiao heard it too. He looked at the crowd walking around, his eyes full of interest: "Why didn't you see Lawyer Lu?"

Duan Shu spread his hands and said in a natural tone: "I don't know, I came with you."

"Don't you want to ask him? I still want to say hello to Lawyer Lu."

"No." Duan Shu seemed a little bored, "It's no fun to stick together all the time. Today we're playing with us."

Qi Wenxiao snorted, and nodded with a smile: "It makes sense, occasionally we need to keep a little distance."

During the conversation, the lights in the banquet hall gradually dimmed, and the beams of light were concentrated on the central stage. A piano covered with red silk was placed on the left side, and the voices from the audience faded away immediately.

The host introduced tonight's process with a smile on his face, and the guests in the audience applauded at the right time when he talked about those witty words that were slightly forceful. Everything was the same as in the real world.

Duan Shu looked at the people talking and laughing at Yan Yan around him, while sighing in his heart, he suddenly remembered something.

He seems to have forgotten to ask Qi Yan what identity he will appear in this story.

Qi Yan said that she will enter the story with him, play an unimportant role, and help him when he needs it.

Small, unimportant characters.

Then the painter and Qi Wenxiao should be excluded first.

Duan Shu glanced over Qi Wenxiao's two followers, trying to find clues.

Sensing his sudden gaze, Lin Zi quietly lowered his head, and restrained his eyes on the wine glass in front of him.

Just as he was distracted, the speeches of the important guests ended, and the host took over the microphone again, announcing the official start of the auction.

"The first lot is the oil painting "Storm" donated by Mr. Li Jianian."

Duan Shu raised his head with a feeling, and the atmosphere at the scene became warmer.

The follow-up lights and the camera turned to the same position, next to the No. 2 round table in the front row, there was a curly-haired man smiling.

Duan Shu was far away, but luckily there was a big screen on the stage, and the magnified face suddenly came into his eyes, making him hold his breath involuntarily.

His facial features are very similar to his own, but his expression is completely different, with a bright smile, chestnut curly hair and wine red shirt make his complexion fairer and more transparent, showing a kind of innocence that does not know the world.

More than naive.

Duan Shu subconsciously felt that this was a very complicated person, even though he hadn't even seen Li Jianian himself.

Under the eyes of everyone, Li Jianian on the screen smiled at the camera, then leaned forward politely, listening to what the man beside him was saying.

That man is Lu Zhi.

He was still wearing the tailor-made tailor-made suit he had set out in the morning, and the platinum cufflinks on his wrists were dazzling, but his expression was no longer indifferent, maybe it could be called gentle.

The camera moved away quickly, but many people saw this scene.

Qi Wenxiao raised his eyebrows, and whispered to Duan Shu who was beside him: "Finally found where Lawyer Lu is sitting, you really look like the painter next to him."

Duan Shu recalled that face, nodded in agreement and said, "He looks a lot like me."

Li Jianian is indeed like him.

He chose to use his own face to enter this world and play the role of a stand-in. It is only logical that the main character's appearance should be modeled on him.

Hearing this, Qi Wenxiao seemed stunned by his unfounded confidence, staring at him silently, not knowing what to say.

Sitting far ahead, Lu Zhi kept raising his cards, as if he was bound to win, and finally bought the oil painting provided by Li Jianian at a high price.

In the wide-format oil painting, the surface of the sea is as thick as ink, and a frenzied storm hovers in the dark red sky, turning the deep sea into a broken vortex, as if it wants to sweep up the audience staring at it.

Lu Zhi stood beside this stylized oil painting, with a rare smile on his indifferent face, letting the photographers and reporters press the shutter.

During this period, Duan Shu looked indifferent, applauded like everyone else, and looked at this well-known lawyer who spent a lot of money with a smile.

Qi Wenxiao and his followers looked at each other, even the applause was full of confusion.

Until the next lot reveals its true face.

The host lifted the red silk covering the Steinway piano next to him, and proudly announced that it was a piano used by a world-class master before he became famous. Both its own quality and its additional meaning were extremely high. Collection value.

In order to enliven the atmosphere and increase the auction price, she smiled and extended an invitation to the celebrities from all walks of life sitting under the stage: "Is there any guest who wants to try the tone color in person?"

Qi Wenxiao's eyes lit up.

"Brother Duan, what major did you study in the conservatory? I remember it was piano! Go up and show a section?"

As he spoke, he enthusiastically raised his sign to signal, and ignored Duan Shu's slow response.

"No, it's the vocal department—"

Unexpectedly, the audience responded so quickly, the host immediately looked over, and the camera lens moved accordingly.

"Okay, then let's invite the guest at table 17..."

When Duan Shu's face appeared on the big screen, the audience was in an uproar.

Their eyes wandered between the distant table No. 17 and No. 2, thinking that they had some hallucinations.

Even Li Jianian himself gasped in surprise, and subconsciously sat up straight.

And Lu Zhi turned his head to look in disbelief, just in time to meet the gaze of Duan Shu who was looking from afar.

The weak plaything he left in the room in the early morning, now put on new clothes that are dazzlingly white, with a calm expression on his face.

The coldness in Lu Zhi's eyes only lasted for a while, and then disappeared suddenly, leaving a deep black color.

Then he raised his hands and applauded calmly.