secret movie

The sun rises, illuminating an otherwise ordinary weekday.

The maid was carefully busy in the kitchen on the second floor. According to the recipe and requirements given by the new owner, she prepared a breakfast with precise portions and reasonable amounts. Went down the stairs and left for work promptly at 08:30 after eating.

The minute hand is gradually moving towards the origin. This is the maid's first day on duty. While she is doing finishing work, she looks back at the clock on the wall.

57...58...59...

At the moment when the needle pointed to the center of the figure 8, there were distinct footsteps on the stairs, and the leather soles tapped the floor slowly, followed by a man in a suit and leather shoes.

The maid quietly breathed a sigh of relief, passed through the steam rising above the Chinese breakfast, and greeted the visitor: "Mr. Lu, good morning, your breakfast is ready."

Lu Zhi responded blankly: "Morning."

Then the maid pulled back the chair, he sat down, and began to eat gracefully.

Today's breakfast is only for one person.

His gaze silently swept across the empty seat opposite, the fresh bouquet in the center of the long table was filled with the fragrance of loneliness, and the maid had sensibly entered the kitchen.

In the past, there would be another person sitting across from him to accompany him to have breakfast, and the bouquet of fresh flowers that change every day would vaguely cover the other person's face, the dew glistened, and the shadows of the flowers were beautiful, making him more like that person.

But since three days ago, everything has changed.

Lu Zhi lowered his eyes, trying to shift his attention to other places. He remembered the morning financial bulletin he received on his mobile phone. The weather forecast was sunny. The difficult case at hand was coming to an end. The family members who rarely contacted saw the photos of the dinner Then a rare message came...

After his thoughts spread here, he ordered himself to empty his mind and compulsively cast his eyes on the surrounding environment.

The layout of this villa is exactly the same as his original house. The owner's aesthetics is close to his own, resulting in a very similar decoration style. In addition, the route to work has not changed, so this move is almost unnecessary for him. The cost of adaptation.

almost.

Lu Zhi stopped his movements, and the sound of the porcelain spoon hitting the wall of the bowl stopped abruptly.

After all, he couldn't ignore the anxious feeling in his heart.

He knew that Li Jianian would come to the house today to look for Duan Shu.

This message was like a sudden fog, trapping him outside some kind of boundary, keeping him far away from a peaceful and normal life.

Lu Zhi sat silently, surrounded by dead silence, even the maids in the kitchen breathed lightly, only the ticking hour hand was not affected.

It was 08:30 and he didn't go to the garage.

Under the surprised eyes of the new maid, Lu Zhi called his partner and told him that he would not go to the law firm today.

He turned back upstairs, took off his suit, and walked into the study.

From the window of the study room, you can see the scene of the villa opposite. The pink and white crabapple flowers are blooming in the courtyard, which contrasts with the empty vase on the table.

Lu Zhi sat down on the large leather chair, lost his mind for a moment, opened the message bar of the phone, and found the row of folded unread messages.

His father, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, sent a long paragraph of text. Lu Zhi glanced over it, and only saw four words emphasized with exclamation marks: Enough is enough.

At the top of the news is a photo, with guests bustling behind him, he is sitting next to Li Jianian who is smiling and smiling, his face is different from the usual kindness, in the warm yellow light of the hotel banquet hall, it shows an ambiguous meaning.

Lu Zhi's face loosened slightly, as if infected by the intimate atmosphere, Li Jianian's smile filled his eyes, he should have seriously appreciated this face he had been chasing for a long time.

But in the next second, his fingers uncontrollably zoomed in on the photo, dragged it backwards, and found another face among the unrecognizable crowd.

Another face always hidden by bouquets.

It's a pity that the person who took the photo focused entirely on the two of them, and the background was blurred and unrecognizable.

When Lu Zhi realized what he was doing, he immediately turned off the phone, and the screen turned completely black, reflecting his slightly sullen expression.

In just a few moments, he blamed this anger on his father, who always thought he was an anomaly and wanted to put his career and relationship back on track.

Lu Zhi didn't reply to the message, and threw away the phone in disgust. Amidst the ups and downs of his heart, he simply picked up the thick documents on the desk and flipped through them.

The paper was rustled by the wind, and the vase that was too late to decorate stood alone.

He never left this window.

The petals of begonias on the branches in the distance were blown away by the wind and fell quietly to the ground.

In the quiet passage of time, it gradually sank into the gaps in the grass, and it will soon turn into flower mud.

In the afternoon, an old Maserati sports car drove into the villa area, with a pure white body and a sense of luxury.

The Maserati passed through the bright rain of flowers and drove into the courtyard. Li Jianian, who was still wearing a black windbreaker, got out of the car and waved to Duan Shu who was standing on the balcony on the second floor.

Duan Shu responded with a smile, turned and went downstairs, the window screen behind him was floating like a cloud.

From a third-person perspective, this picture looks like a couple on an afternoon tryst.

When Aunt Fang saw this guest who looked very similar to Duan Shu, her jaw almost dropped in shock, she rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and then tremblingly invited him into the room.

"Good afternoon." Duan Shu looked at the white Maserati parked in the yard, "This doesn't seem like the color you would take the initiative to choose."

Li Jianian was obviously in a good mood, and praised: "You guessed it, this is my dad's favorite car in the past."

Then he elongated his tone, as if joking: "Now... it's my trophy."

It turned out that this was one of the inheritances Li Jianian's father left him.

The unknown illegitimate son was suddenly recognized as a wealthy family and was deeply loved. Not only did he receive a huge inheritance after his father died, but he later became a famous painter by virtue of his talent.

His life is the most legendary and luckiest among countless twists and turns of fate, and he is envied by others.

However, such emotionally difficult sentences made it difficult to continue, so Duan Shu changed the subject and said: "The studio is ready, I will trouble you later, I may not be a smart student."

Li Jianian said casually: "It's okay, no matter what, you will be my favorite student."

Before the words fell to the ground, he no longer lingered on this ambiguous sentence, and turned to look at the huge "Storm" on the wall of the living room with great interest.

"very beautiful."

I don't know if I am praising my own painting, or admiring the seamless integration of this painting and the whole villa.

Lu Zhi prefers cool colors. Apart from the vase of flowers on the dining table, there is no extra decoration in the room. It is all simple and tough black, white and gray. At this moment, paired with the sad deep sea of ​​red and black, the tones are harmonious and harmonious, adding a different kind of art temperament.

Duan Shu nodded: "I would also like to thank Lawyer Lu for willing to part with her."

Because of the gift of the painting, he and Lu Zhi had known each other on the surface.

Li Jianian looked back at the words with a smile on his face: "I will convey this sentence for you."

The courtesy visit came to an end, and Duan Shu took him upstairs to the studio.

"By the way, speaking of Lawyer Lu..."

The painter's voice echoed in the stairwell, accompanied by crisp footsteps.

"do you like him?"

When this sudden question came into his ears, Duan Shu's footsteps did not change at all, and his face was blank: "What?"

It was a clear afternoon, and the fierce sunlight seeped in from the large glass window at the corner of the stairs, falling on them wantonly, like a pair of silent and burning eyes.

Li Jianian looked at him fixedly, and repeated what he said just now.

"Do you like Lawyer Lu?"