secret movie

Qi Wenxiao kept silent, his face was ashen, his fingertips trembled faintly, his whole body was swept by great resentment and embarrassment, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't find a strong sentence after all.

Duan Shu ignored him and continued to look at the girl in the painting who was as bright as the moon, not even noticing when Qi Wenxiao left in embarrassment.

When Li Jianian finished the annoying formalities and walked back quickly as if avoiding the plague, he saw Duan Shu's gaze, and finally showed a trace of sincere joy on his face.

"I like her very much too." Li Jianian said with joy, "We are really alike."

This is the second time he mentions this sentence.

Duan Shu nodded: "It's a pity that the fate waiting for her is destruction."

"But when she fell, the sound she made must be very crisp." Li Jianian continued without thinking.

After a brief silence, the pair of twin brothers, who seemed to have accidentally mentioned the double reed, laughed tacitly again.

"Get back to business." Li Jianian cleared his throat, "Just now we talked about going to your house, right?"

Duan Shu had a vague premonition of what he was going to say next.

"I think you must have the talent to draw, and I want to teach you how to draw." Li Jianian said bluntly, "I'm easy to talk, and I can teach at home, why don't you try it out first, and if you're not satisfied, just treat it as me rashly. I came to visit once, and by the way, visit where the "Storm" was blown..."

He continued talking to himself with great interest, as if he was sure that Duan Shu would not refuse.

Duan Shu did not refuse, and the direction of the story became more and more mysterious, and a strange longing was aroused in his heart.

"I will prepare a spacious studio."

And a house that belongs only to him.

When the maid picked up Lu Zhi's suitcase and walked towards the newly rented villa opposite, her head, which was always raised high in front of Duan Shu, obviously lowered her eyebrows a lot.

She couldn't understand that Duan Shu, who went out without permission and didn't complete the painting task, was not punished by Mr. Lu, and had to own this luxurious big house all by himself.

She really doesn't understand the brain circuit of rich people.

It was dark outside the house, Duan Shu was leaning against the railing of the stairs, his face was tired, but he still said sincerely to Lu Zhi who was about to leave: "You are very efficient."

Lu Zhi paused, and said indifferently, "Aunt Fang will stay here to take care of you."

The implication is that there will be a pair of eyes staring at Duan Shu who lives alone all the time.

The painting he bought became a gift from Duan Shu, and the private pets he kept came and went in the public. Everything changed drastically, but when Duan Shu told him that Li Jianian wanted to come to his home to teach him how to paint, Lu Zhi But it was extraordinarily calm, and people quickly found a vacant house nearby.

After bypassing the brain-like logic of exposure or destruction, Duan Shu couldn't figure out what Lu Zhi was thinking at the moment.

But it doesn't matter, the relationship between the three of them will enter a more interesting stage.

The real thing teaches the fake to be more like itself, while the most paranoid admirer can only watch from afar from the adjacent place.

The next day, Duan Shu woke up very late, and he went downstairs in a more comfortable cotton pajamas, which Lu Zhi never allowed in the past.

Li Jianian made an appointment with him to come over tomorrow, so Duan Shu is free today, and he hasn't figured out how to spend the day yet.

On the dining table was an open box of snacks, the loose ribbons were neatly folded, and the snacks were gone, leaving only a message card.

When his footsteps sounded on the stairs, the TV drama on the first floor stopped immediately, and Aunt Fang's slightly nervous voice came over: "Mr. Duan, the snack is in the refrigerator, may I help you?"

Duan Shu found this change a bit funny, but he didn't bother to embarrass this role of tool man who followed the established logic, and replied, "No, I'll take it myself."

"Hey, then call me if you need anything."

There was a smooth rubbing sound on the sofa, Aunt Fang sat back down again, pressed the play button, and the familiar quarrel between the hero and heroine poured out.

Duan Shu took out the small brown cake from the refrigerator and carefully brought it to the dining table.

The handwriting on the card is neat and clear: Tiramisu, I wish you a happy life.

Accompanied by the soap opera background sound that he has gradually become accustomed to, when he picked up the delicate little spoon and slowly inserted it into the soft cake, his movements suddenly stopped.

Immersed in the ups and downs of the plot these past few days, he almost forgot the unsolved secret.

He stood up abruptly, walked quickly to the railing of the platform, and looked down.

The bullying maid is still watching the same TV series.

"Aunt Fang." He asked suddenly, "Haven't you finished watching this drama yet?"

"Ah?" Aunt Fang turned her head in astonishment, as if she had never thought about this question before saying after a while, "It's finished, it looks good, just read it a few more times..."

She is an inconspicuous functional character in the background of the story. There is no need for her to be as vivid as Lu Zhi and others. Brainoids will compress these redundant details, so she watches the same TV series repeatedly every day, living a simple and rough life.

And Duan Shu has already received three message cards with different contents, and three exquisite desserts with different tastes.

That day in the laboratory, the half-smile in Qi Yan's eyes when he talked about the title of the story instantly came to his mind.

——No, it's just a trick to pay tribute, borrowing the name.

At this moment, Duan Shu held this brand new card with a very realistic feeling, and showed a pure smile unknowingly.

Another little trick.

"Where is the status of that dessert shop?"

"Oh, it's at the intersection of the street ahead. Do you recognize it?" Aunt Fang replied sternly, "It's very conspicuous. There is always a scary motorcycle parked at the door. The boss rides this bike every day. Come to deliver snacks, by the way, it's not a dessert shop, it's a coffee shop..."

He remembered the roar of the locomotive he heard when he went downstairs on the first day, and he also remembered the vivid architecture and scenery at the crossroads he passed.

It turns out that Qi Yan's role in the story is a coffee shop owner who rides a heavy motorcycle and delivers exquisite snacks to his home every day.

It's really not like the scientist whose image was imprisoned by the white coat and the mechanical watch.

After finishing the sweet and bitter tiramisu quickly, Duan Shu couldn't wait to go out and went straight to his destination.

In the bright spring, he walked from the dense shade of trees, and his brisk steps blended into the exuberant vitality of the world.

The coffee shop at the crossroads is doing very well, and it is almost the busiest place in this area. There are countless faces talking in the transparent window, and the wall behind people is covered with posters of classic movies.

He stopped here, and looked at a very familiar poster through the glass in surprise. The male protagonist in the center of the screen was wearing a white shirt, closing his eyes as if intoxicated, and pressing the black and white piano keys heavily.

A few seconds later, Duan Shu came back to his senses, and stretched out his hand to push open the door of the coffee shop.

Wind chimes dangling from wooden handles jingled.

The air in the store is warm, with strong coffee aroma and sweet roasted smell spreading everywhere.

The small cafe has two exits, inside and outside, and the inside faces the river bank that is close at hand, and the window position can see the rippling river surface in the sun.

The best vantage point has already been seated, and the man in the brown jacket looks down at the dial on his wrist, until the door of the cafe is pushed open again.

So the man raised his head casually, as if he was not in the same world as the other guests who were chatting.

That quiet line of sight crossed time and space, and when it accurately landed on him, it carried a calm flame.

It seems to have been waiting for a long time.

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