secret movie

In front of his eyes was a grand tide of applause, pouring towards him in bursts, the dark and mighty deep sea, and the crystal chandelier above his head was colorful.

Duan Shu suddenly thought of himself in that movie, the genius pianist who was tortured by the ups and downs of fate and sensitive soul. 10 minutes before the end of the film, the dark night of the soul ended. He crawled out of the swamp at the darkest moment of his life and regained Brilliant, gave a recital that didn't need an audience.

He played one after another in the empty concert hall, the music was gorgeous and vast, until he was sweating profusely and exhausted, and then stood up tremblingly to call the curtain, in the illusion of countless audiences, in the sound of his own vivid heartbeat, he Bending deeply.

The memory preserved by the image overlapped with the scene created at the conscious level at this moment, making the script text that he had read thousands of times resurface in his heart.

[From now on, he doesn't need other people's eyes...]

[He hugs himself. ]

These are not lines, nor actions and expressions, but inner activities that cannot be photographed, and literary passages written by the screenwriter when his heart is surging.

But now, Duan Shu seemed to understand that feeling, and replaced another "Duan Shu".

At the nearest round table under the stage, Li Jianian just said something to the people around him, and then looked over with fiery eyes. Lu Zhi was on the contrary, like a silent sculpture, motionless, and the air around him seemed to be stagnant.

Duan Shu's eyes flicked from him without hesitation, and turned to the host who was also applauding.

The host came back to his senses, and finally looked at him with some sincerity in his eyes. What she saw was no longer someone who looked very similar to the painter, but the dazzling man who just got up from the piano bench. stranger.

"It's an impressive performance, as if you really saw the storm." The host praised, "Thank you again, Mr. Duan, for bringing us an unforgettable memory."

Duan Shu nodded and said, "The tone is very good, a very good piano."

He just came up to test the tone.

After the simple conversation, Duan Shu stepped down. Under the eyes of everyone, he returned to his original position and sat down gracefully, as if nothing had happened.

In the ensuing time, the atmosphere was hot, and the price of this Steinway piano was pushed beyond imagination.

And the number plate in Qi Wenxiao's hand, which was supposed to be used for bidding, was never touched once.

From the moment the storm started, he didn't speak again, and it seemed that only puzzlement and confusion remained in his heart.

When Duan Shu came over, he even looked away deliberately.

The friend who often echoed him was also a little timid, not daring to speak up.Lin Zi looked worried, and he watched Qi Wenxiao's reaction nervously.

When the host dropped the hammer to finalize the sound, Duan Shu seemed to be relieved, and said to Qi Wenxiao, "It seems that your decision to raise the placard was correct. I played pretty well."

Qi Wenxiao's fingers on the edge of the table tightened, and his tone was dry: "You are surprising."

Upon hearing this, Duan Shu looked back at him in surprise: "Is it an accident?"

This well-dressed dandy and rich second generation bumped into his dazzling eyes unsuspectingly, flustered for a moment, and had no choice but to squeeze out a seemingly insignificant response from his throat.

Duan Shu smiled: "Then you are an unqualified friend."

Then he turned his head and never looked at Qi Wenxiao again.

After the brilliance of the storm and the storm, the follow-up auctions and programs seemed pale and weak, and the charity dinner gradually came to an end as time passed.

The host finished his concluding speech, and the sound of the conversation that spread continuously overwhelmed the elegance and reserve of the whole night.

Some people who are rare to meet on weekdays gather together, of course there will be a session of greetings.

In the midst of drinking and drinking, Duan Shu, who had no intention of socializing, was about to leave alone, imagining in his mind what Lu Zhi would look like when he returned home tonight, when he was suddenly stopped by a voice.

"Mr. Duan, wait a minute."

Under the bright lights, Li Jianian walked towards him quickly, leaving behind a group of strangers who wanted to talk to him.

Duan Shu stopped, and heard his very familiar greeting, like an old friend for many years: "I thought you would come to me after the end, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, not rejecting the subtle sense of transgression that Li Jianian brought him: "Hello, Mr. Li, I should go home and sleep."

Li Jianian smiled, and took his words quite smoothly: "Today can be later, I have a gift for you, you will definitely like it."

"I really like this song you sent to the storm, this is what I want to express... If I can play the piano, you are like another me."

"No matter from which point of view, we are very similar, right?" Li Jianian looked at him eagerly, and there was no strange meaning in his words, as if they were just pure joy, "I never believe in the cliché of fate, but today, I can't find a better description."

Standing behind Li Jianian was Lu Zhi, whom he hadn't seen for a day. While listening to him patiently, Duan Shu felt Lu Zhi's cold gaze pass over the shoulder of the rightful owner and land on the substitute.

Qi Wenxiao, who was further away, saw him talking with Li Jianian, his face was full of disbelief.

"So, to commemorate this fate, I want to give you "Storm"."

As he said that, Li Jianian suddenly looked back at the depressed man: "No, not only me, but also Lawyer Lu. He took this painting before, but he was willing to part with it and let the storm blow to its true nature." to the master."

He made a witty comparison, and Duan Shu smiled cooperatively.

In order to please his sweetheart, Lu Zhi spent a lot of money to take oil paintings, and in order to satisfy the other party's whims, he had to give the painting to his sweetheart's substitute, so as not to show any strangeness, lest the real relationship between the two people be noticed by his sweetheart .

Li Jianian really gave him a gift he liked.

Duan Shu's smile deepened.

Qi Wenxiao, who watched them talking happily, clenched his fists tightly, as if he would rush forward to say something at any time, but he stopped in this smile.

"It's too precious." Duan Shu declined, "I'm just expressing my feelings. I'm already very happy that Mr. Li can approve my performance."

"Call me Ah Nian, don't be so unfamiliar." Li Jianian's tone was very childish, "If you think it's too precious, then promise me one thing and we'll make an exchange."

"what's up?"

"Come to my gallery tomorrow, I want you to see my other paintings." Li Jianian's enthusiasm is beyond words, "I don't want to introduce my paintings to anyone else, it's meaningless, I just want to show you around."

Unexpected invitation.

Duan Shu thought for a while, and then readily agreed.

He is also full of curiosity about this person who is very similar to himself and has an inexplicable intimacy.

Li Jianian's eyes brightened: "Great, then tell me your home address, I will send someone to deliver the painting tonight, and I will pick you up tomorrow."

home address.

He lives with Lu Zhi.

Duan Shu waited for two seconds calmly, but Lu Zhi remained silent.

It seems that Li Jianian doesn't know where his villa is.

So he and Li Jianian exchanged names and contact information logically.

"Tomorrow I have to do something first, so you don't need to pick me up, I can go there by myself." Duan Shu said with a smile, "I heard that the newly opened gallery in the city center has become very famous recently, and it is full of gifts sent by others. flower."

Hearing the flowers, Lu Zhi's tense expression finally froze invisibly.

Li Jianian didn't seem to notice, chatted with Duan Shu again, then smiled and waved goodbye to him who was rushing home to sleep: "Then see you tomorrow... Duan Shu."

"See you tomorrow."

While they watched him off, Duan Shu left calmly, leaving behind all the hustle and bustle behind him.

Qi Wenxiao is no longer his "friend", and Lu Zhi is no longer his "lover".

He tore off this beautiful but hypocritical coat for "Duan Shu", revealing the scars and the bloody truth.

Li Jianian, who was supposed to confront him, became the closest person to him.

[From now on, he doesn't need other people's eyes...]

[He hugs himself. ]

In the villa area at night, the lights were scattered, and the maids at home went into the room to rest early, maybe it was Lu Zhi's order in advance.

Duan Shu returned to this villa that suddenly became his "home", sat on the sofa on the first floor, immersed in the deep sea-like darkness, and waited for the door to ring again.

Maybe it was the "Storm" sent by Li Jianian, or maybe it was another real storm.

He sat quietly, listening to the rustling leaves coming in from the window, and the faint meowing of cats, like an invisible thick scarf, softly wrapped around his neck, waiting to be tightened at any time.

After an unknown amount of time, there was finally movement outside the door.

The sound of footsteps became clearer from far to near.