secret movie

In the early morning, there are thousands of birds singing among the treetops.

Duan Shu still didn't get up on time, he changed into a new white shirt and went downstairs with his usual expression.

Lu Zhi had already left, and the maid had cleaned up the dining room. On the clean dining table were exquisite snack boxes, bows and ribbons, and a brand new card: red velvet cake, I wish you a happy life.

The noise of the TV series came from downstairs, and Duan Shu listened to it while having breakfast. It was still the strange love-hate entanglement story from yesterday.

The dark burgundy cake tasted dense, soft and fragrant. It was the most unforgettable red velvet he had ever eaten, and the sugar directly penetrated into his consciousness.

In this sweet and happy illusion, Duan Shu left the villa alone, took a taxi to the gallery, and when he walked into this strange world, there was always a smile in his eyes.

In spring, it is always warm and cold, and when the temperature cools down, the wind blowing in from the window is chilling. The gallery is very popular, and oil paintings are hung sparsely in a certain order, and the visitors keep their conversations in a low voice. Within the scope of the room, it adds a reverberating thickness to the blank space in the room.

Duan Shu stood in an inconspicuous angle, admiring Li Jianian's works. His painting style is very special, and his use of color is unique, and strong emotions flow out of the collision of sharp contrasts.

He was thinking about whether these paintings were directly taken from the real world, or intelligently generated by Zeus, when he heard light footsteps behind him.

"You're here, why don't you call me?"

Li Jianian walked up to him, today he was wearing a long black trench coat, put his hands in his pockets casually, and looked at him with interest: "You are in a good mood, better than yesterday."

The corners of Duan Shu's lips raised, as if asking back: "How was I in a good mood yesterday?"

"It's a perfect performance, of course I'm in a good mood." Li Jianian nodded to himself and asked him, "Which one do you like?"

After he took off the strong and bright wine red shirt in the light last night, the innocence that was far away from the world also faded away. He looked more mature now, and his words were ambiguous. I don't know if he was talking about the piano or something else. of.

"They are all very good, but I still like "Storm" the most." Duan Shu replied, "After receiving it last night, I asked the workers to hang it in the living room. It is very beautiful, thank you."

Li Jianian was immediately pleased, and his eyebrows curved: "It seems that it matches the decoration style of your home, which is great. If I have a chance, I must see it with my own eyes."

The face that was very similar to himself smiled enthusiastically, Duan Shu had never smiled like this in life, but at this moment he didn't feel awkward.

He inexplicably felt that Li Jianian in front of him was very excited, the excitement and throbbing that was covered up by pure enthusiasm.

Duan Shu doesn't think that Li Jianian has noticed the relationship between himself and Lu Zhi. After all, his state last night was quite natural. He didn't deliberately avoid Lu Zhi, and he didn't pay too much attention. He seemed to be a complete stranger, and it was difficult for ordinary people to associate with them. .

Perhaps, Li Jianian really thought that he might be related to him by blood.

He had already defeated his own brother in court and won a huge inheritance. Now that a suspicious twin brother suddenly appeared in his life, he certainly couldn't restrain his desire to win.

Why did Li Jianian invite him to the gallery?What does he want to do?

Duan Shu didn't come to a conclusion yet, so he repeated his words: "If there is a chance, I will definitely invite you to my house."

Hearing this, a certain kind of light flashed in Li Jianian's eyes, and he was about to speak, when a person hurriedly walked by and whispered in his ear: "A Nian, Mr. Wang is here, and I saw you too... "

Duan Shu looked away knowingly.

After he came in, he deliberately chose an inconspicuous place, just in case someone would mistake his identity and rush up to greet him.

However, they stood together quite eye-catching, and after a long time, they were still noticed.

Li Jianian's smile was immediately stained with boredom: "Got it."

"Sorry, I'm going to greet the guests." He told Duan Shu, "Come back soon, wait for me."

Duan Shu nodded in response, watching him hurried into the middle of the crowd, and was soon overwhelmed by the enthusiastic noise.

He refocused on the oil paintings with different emotions, and carefully visited the gallery.

While strolling in the courtyard, he never found a figure wandering outside the crowd, so he ended his absent-minded visit and walked straight in this direction.

The man came up behind him, remained silent for a while, and called him in a low voice: "Duan Shu."

The black and red wilderness is like a purgatory. The solitary pure white paint condenses an angelic girl. Duan Shu concentrates on watching until a slanted shadow is cast on the white wall next to the dark gold picture frame.

When this familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him, there was no surprise on his face, and his tone was natural: "What a coincidence, you also come to see the painting?"

He didn't care about why Qi Wenxiao suddenly changed his words and stopped calling him Brother Duan. After the falsehood was exposed, he had already cleared all the relationships belonging to "Duan Shu" in his heart.

There was a shadow under Qi Wenxiao's eyes. The day before yesterday he went to the bar all night, and he obviously didn't sleep well last night. He was haunted by some kind of nightmare.

He looked at the person in front of him as if nothing had happened, a burst of anger rose in his heart for no reason, and he gritted his teeth to suppress it.

"You have changed a lot recently."

Qi Wenxiao walked slowly to his side, slowed down his tone, and tried his best to regain the state of talking with him: "Did something happen? Do you need help?"

"Not recently, just these two days." Duan Shu corrected him casually, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

The girl in the painting shows the purest smile, casting a layer of radiance on the hell around her.

Duan Shu liked this painting very much and wanted to appreciate it quietly, but Qi Wenxiao beside him was still making futile efforts by chattering.

"I know you were irritated last night, but it's not good for you to deliberately approach Li Jianian like this, and it will anger Lawyer Lu instead."

Self-deceiving fakes are forcibly pulled into the sun, facing the entanglement between the "lover" and the real thing, losing their minds, making some unreasonable and even self-destructive actions, which is a very common plot, Qi Wenxiao obviously thinks so.

"You met him, and then what? What are you going to do next? Destroy the relationship between them?" Qi Wenxiao frowned disapprovingly, "You should use a smarter way to win Lawyer Lu back, and now this will only cause backfire. Effect."

"Duan Shu" is an idiot who is always dominated by others. He doesn't look smart, otherwise he would not have put his life in such a situation, so he needs the help of others, such as Qi Wenxiao who has always existed as a friend.

Then, this funny toy that could cry, laugh and pretend to be strong returned to his palm again.

When Duan Shu heard this, he finally looked away reluctantly and looked back at him.

"Qi Wenxiao." He called out the character's name for the first time, briefly explaining his current state of mind, "The toy is out of control, does it make you feel bad?"

Qi Wenxiao's face froze.

"Yesterday, did you want to expose the real relationship between the three of us in front of Li Jianian?"

“You thought you were the outsider with the remote, so why would you get so upset about a broken toy that you would chase it down to the gallery the next day?”

He threw down three plain questions, Qi Wenxiao's expression flustered for a moment, and he tried his best to cover it up: "I don't understand what you're talking about..."

Seeing his resistance, Duan Shu stopped talking. He looked around the gallery and asked abruptly, "Did you take a good look at these paintings after you came?"

Qi Wenxiao is like a prey caught by a trap, and has completely fallen into his rhythm, following his steps: "...No."

"I've seen it, and I've seen every one of them." Duan Shu's expression was quite serious, "Li Jianian likes to paint landscapes, seas, forests, fields...he paints all the uncanny workmanship of nature, but he doesn't paint anything with a modern flavor. things, and he doesn’t like to paint people, this is his only oil painting with people.”

The invisible silk thread hung Qi Wenxiao, and he suddenly followed Duan Shu's gaze.

"She is beautiful, the most holy scenery in the wilderness purgatory." Duan Shu said with emotion.

An angel that seemed to be shining quietly stood between the two of them.

"—But there is a void under her feet. If time flows downward, she will immediately fall into the abyss of the cliff. Fortunately, the picture is still."

There is a slight sigh in Duan Shu's words: "Obviously, Li Jianian doesn't like people. He doesn't like anyone, so he doesn't draw people. The only angel in his painting is also in danger of being swallowed by darkness."

"So, do you think he really cares about my relationship with Lu Zhi?"

"Back to the first question." Duan Shu almost smiled, "Who is the toy?"

A true manipulator would never be flustered by mere toys.