secret movie
Chapter 20 Sudden Change
The same cold question appeared in the mouth of the weak pet, and Lu Zhi's cold eyes immediately burst into unbelievable shock and anger.
Of course he would not answer this humiliating question, but the answer came to mind uncontrollably.
Three hours ago, the cell phone that was thrown aside gave out a series of short notification tones. Lu Zhi thought it was his father having another fit of control, so he picked it up irritably, only to see photos sent by Aunt Fang.
In the center of the bright studio, two figures are very close together, with similar white shirts overlapped together, and the person he has been following for a long time, with his back to the camera, can only see the folded and raised hands, Standing in front of the deep-colored oil paint, she is fair and thin, with well-defined joints, exuding a clean and ambiguous atmosphere.
In the next photo, the other person whose hand was being held looked sideways slightly, and half of his face was included in the painting. He was startled at first, but then he was shocked when someone approached him suddenly.
But in the next photo, the astonishment faded away, and there was a rare softness and tolerance in his eyes.
He stared intently at the man who was teaching him how to paint, countless emotions surged and flickered, and finally rushed away like a tide, leaving only pale golden tenderness on the beach.
Lu Zhi hadn't seen this kind of emotion in the eyes of his pet for a long time.
In that dark and dirty alley, when he said that you sang beautifully, that person showed a similar expression, and obediently put out the newly lit cigarette.
The orange light spot went out, and time flowed along with it.
The young Duan Shu has just graduated, and he moved between rented houses and recording studios. He recorded one demo after another and sent them to the gradually declining record company. He tried to publish his own songs on the Internet and sang in bars. Earn living expenses while waiting for Bole who might appear.
Half a year later, his persistence and hard work are like tiny pebbles thrown into the deep sea, without waves. The pride, self-confidence and high-spirited spirit he cultivated in the ivory tower gradually faltered and dimmed, leaving only a bit of stubbornness to stand up for his friends .
Lu Zhi didn't have much contact with him at the beginning, but whenever he got off work late at night and came out tired from the bar, he would wait by the side of the road on time and take him home.
There are many luxury cars in his garage, and he will change one from time to time. When illuminated by dim street lights, he will show a very eye-catching brilliance.
Duan Shu would show a shy smile to him who was leaning against the car door, and the colleagues who came out behind him would slam into his shoulder with wide eyes, as if in awe or envy.
Lu Zhi took the initiative to take the guitar bag on his back, and then opened the car door for him: "Tired? Go home."
The luxury car merged into the late-night traffic, and the lights along the road fell into the car window. Duan Shu sat in the co-pilot, subconsciously grasping the fastened seat belt with his fingers, and often looked at him with gentle but fragile eyes, as if the emotion contained in it After being too enthusiastic, he would turn his head and look out the window in a hurry.
A few weeks passed, when his hands were no longer tense and could be placed generously by his side, Lu Zhi said to him the first words beyond the daily greeting: "You should have an easier life."
At that time, Duan Shu immediately looked at the guitar bag lying on the back seat through the rearview mirror between the two of them.
Lu Zhi's words were full of sincerity thinking about him: "You have very good conditions, whether it is appearance or voice, but you still lack something."
The car drove past the luxurious five-star hotel, just as the banquet was over, luxury cars drove out one after another, and faces like clouds were reflected in the car windows, with extraordinary temperament.
But Duan Shu in the rearview mirror is good-looking but plain, with folds on his collar that are not fit enough.
When the hotel was left far behind, he smoothed his collar quietly and nodded slightly.
So Lu Zhi withdrew his gaze in satisfaction: "I will help you."
This was his carefully planned route home, and he repeatedly showed Duan Shu a more splendid life.
The next thing will be a matter of course.
Duan Shu moved into his villa, like a flower girl meeting a professor, and began a slow and irreversible transformation.
He naively thought that after becoming a glamorous and perfect person, he would be able to stand on a bigger and broader stage. In fact, he never had the chance to sing again.
When he realizes the nature of this kind of help, he also thinks about ending it, but the rich and flashy life and the "lover" who is close at hand hold him back, and it becomes more and more difficult for him to break free from this gilded cage.
So gradually, Duan Shu seldom smiled like that, a pure, gentle smile.
When Lu Zhi came back to his senses, the empty vase on the table was shattered all over the floor, and there were mobile phones with broken screens lying on the tiles all over the floor.
The maid's deliberately lowered footsteps came from downstairs, and he stood angrily in the middle of the study room where the loud noise reverberated. The villa reflected by the window was covered by gauze curtains, and everything could not be seen clearly.
However, after the anger faded, Lu Zhi looked at the extinguished screen, and what he couldn't get rid of was the long-lost look.
He knelt down and picked up his phone.
The all-pervasive shards of porcelain cut through his palm, and blood dripped instantly.
The phone was broken, and he could no longer recall the series of photos that were being staged on the opposite side, and the depressive storm spread from the afternoon to the present.
——Why did you get hurt?
Lu Zhi could not answer this question.
He took a deep breath, let go of the subconsciously clenched fist, and let the open wound soak the snow-white gauze.
"I haven't heard you sing for a long time." Lu Zhi looked up at him, with a hint of guilt in his words, "I shouldn't force you to learn to draw, you should keep singing."
There was no familiarity in the pet's bright eyes, it just looked at him indifferently.
"Stop learning painting from Li Jianian, he is a very dangerous person."
"I will help you, help you become a real singer, you should do what you really like."
"I'm sorry... Duan Shu."
The sound of the hour hand moving was gentle and long, and the high-hanging "Storm" was dyed with brilliant colors in the long dusk.
The overwhelming clouds blurred his vision.
Duan Shu thought that if another "Duan Shu" heard the sincere words of this relationship, he would probably really get wet in his eyes, for his lost life, and for his weakness and hesitation of being pulled into the trap again.
Lu Zhi walked towards him slowly, the dim sunlight at this moment was so similar to the hazy streetlights that night, and the stern man's face did not change at all, as if going back in time and returning to a fork in the road of fate.
As long as he nods, there is still a chance to start over.
Until Lu Zhi walked down the stairs, there were only a few steps between them.
Duan Shu looked at him, seeing only his own figure in his deep eyes, and he was getting bigger and bigger, as if he could walk into the heart and occupy the entire atrium in the next step.
A beautiful and seductive illusion.
The prey standing on the edge of the trap said coldly: "Is this how you used to coax me to put down the music?"
Hallucinations shattered into powder.
Lu Zhi's footsteps froze.
"I don't like singing anymore." Duan Shu jumped over the trap and coldly rejected his invitation, "Now I really want to learn to draw, but not because of you."
"It's because of Ah Nian." His tone suddenly softened, "He draws very well, and I like his paintings."
This intimate name hit Lu Zhi suddenly, he was confused at first, and then panicked: "What do you call him?"
"A Nian." Duan Shu recalled, "When we first met, he asked me to call him that, but unfortunately I ignored it."
"I should have listened to him sooner."
In this long sigh, Lu Zhi felt that something that was always meticulous and thoughtful in his mind was broken.
The man on the stairs didn't seem to notice his intense emotions, so he calmly said, "By the way, do you want to call a doctor for you?"
"Your shape is perfect, I picked it, I don't want to see you hurt."
Duan Shu smiled warmly, faintly overlapping with the innocent and bright painter.
"You shouldn't have any wounds, this is my truth."
After finishing his speech, he stopped looking at Lu Zhi and went back upstairs quietly.
Lu Zhi was left alone stunned in place.
Similar words led him back to the day when everything changed suddenly.
What do you mean... I chose it?
Why is Duan Shu at this moment so similar to Li Jianian?
He thought about it all night, but couldn't fall asleep, and still couldn't find the answer.
It was bright outside the window, and the newly delivered mobile phone was full of urgent work news. The partner curiously asked him what he was doing on leave yesterday, and whether he would come again today. The assistant reminded him that a very wealthy client had named him interview him...
Lu Zhi couldn't bear this new villa with only the maid and him any longer, so he hurried out.
For the first time, he was late, and for the first time, he became absent-minded at work.
The mountains of documents and the gauze in the palm of his hand mixed into a disturbing paleness.
He began to repeatedly think of the scenes of getting along with Duan Shu, the cautiousness and humiliation of the other party, and the breakfast he took the initiative to arrange in the first period, the childish aroma of fried eggs, milk, and noodles.
The time in between is a general and boring deep wine red, and he hastily flipped through it.
So just a few days ago, the dazzling figure in front of the piano, the calm and composed attitude on the sofa, and the gaze overlooking him on the stairs, clearly more suitable for his white color...
He has already lost completely in the hands of Li Jianian, and he has always won a complete victory with Duan Shu, but now, he will lose here too.
Failure will befall him again.
Lu Zhi panicked into this great fear and anxiety, and the sharp edge of the paper rubbed pale marks on his fingertips.
The face that has been with him for a long time gradually overlaps with another face that he has been chasing for a long time.
In a trance, the assistant knocked on the door from outside.
"Lawyer Lu, the appointment time is up, and your guest is here."
"Please come in."
He heard his slightly dry response, the door of the office opened, and someone walked in, all the sounds seemed to be separated by a layer of glass.
Lu Zhi forced himself to concentrate, regained his usual composure, and looked at the guest who had asked to see him by name.
This client is wearing a famous brand, with a rebellious temperament, he is a standard rich second generation, and he is striding into his office.
It's just that his appearance seems familiar.
Before he could search for memories, the other party had already cut to the chase: "You should recognize me, right? I was sitting next to Duan Shu that day."
It was the friend that Duan Shu used to meet privately to play with.
Lu Zhi remembered him and confirmed that he was not a threat, so he deliberately condoned their private communication.
He hated this kind of surprise attack regardless of the occasion, and immediately lowered his face, and said indifferently: "What's the matter?"
Qi Wenxiao pulled away the chairs prepared for the guests, and sat down casually, with a certain confidence that he was determined to win on his face.
When he left the gallery that day, he thought about it for a long time after returning, and he still felt unwilling.
He couldn't bear that toy that was trapped in his palm like a clown and escaped.
So he found here.
Qi Wenxiao looked at the enemy in front of him who owned the toy before him, and said bluntly: "Have you played enough? Give him to me."
The enemy looked at him coldly, he was not afraid at all, and even smiled, confident in his chest.
Lu Zhi is just a lawyer with no background.
As long as he promises enough benefits, he will be able to exchange for the funniest toy.
The author has something to say:
"Like a flower girl met the professor": from the movie "My Fair Lady".
Of course he would not answer this humiliating question, but the answer came to mind uncontrollably.
Three hours ago, the cell phone that was thrown aside gave out a series of short notification tones. Lu Zhi thought it was his father having another fit of control, so he picked it up irritably, only to see photos sent by Aunt Fang.
In the center of the bright studio, two figures are very close together, with similar white shirts overlapped together, and the person he has been following for a long time, with his back to the camera, can only see the folded and raised hands, Standing in front of the deep-colored oil paint, she is fair and thin, with well-defined joints, exuding a clean and ambiguous atmosphere.
In the next photo, the other person whose hand was being held looked sideways slightly, and half of his face was included in the painting. He was startled at first, but then he was shocked when someone approached him suddenly.
But in the next photo, the astonishment faded away, and there was a rare softness and tolerance in his eyes.
He stared intently at the man who was teaching him how to paint, countless emotions surged and flickered, and finally rushed away like a tide, leaving only pale golden tenderness on the beach.
Lu Zhi hadn't seen this kind of emotion in the eyes of his pet for a long time.
In that dark and dirty alley, when he said that you sang beautifully, that person showed a similar expression, and obediently put out the newly lit cigarette.
The orange light spot went out, and time flowed along with it.
The young Duan Shu has just graduated, and he moved between rented houses and recording studios. He recorded one demo after another and sent them to the gradually declining record company. He tried to publish his own songs on the Internet and sang in bars. Earn living expenses while waiting for Bole who might appear.
Half a year later, his persistence and hard work are like tiny pebbles thrown into the deep sea, without waves. The pride, self-confidence and high-spirited spirit he cultivated in the ivory tower gradually faltered and dimmed, leaving only a bit of stubbornness to stand up for his friends .
Lu Zhi didn't have much contact with him at the beginning, but whenever he got off work late at night and came out tired from the bar, he would wait by the side of the road on time and take him home.
There are many luxury cars in his garage, and he will change one from time to time. When illuminated by dim street lights, he will show a very eye-catching brilliance.
Duan Shu would show a shy smile to him who was leaning against the car door, and the colleagues who came out behind him would slam into his shoulder with wide eyes, as if in awe or envy.
Lu Zhi took the initiative to take the guitar bag on his back, and then opened the car door for him: "Tired? Go home."
The luxury car merged into the late-night traffic, and the lights along the road fell into the car window. Duan Shu sat in the co-pilot, subconsciously grasping the fastened seat belt with his fingers, and often looked at him with gentle but fragile eyes, as if the emotion contained in it After being too enthusiastic, he would turn his head and look out the window in a hurry.
A few weeks passed, when his hands were no longer tense and could be placed generously by his side, Lu Zhi said to him the first words beyond the daily greeting: "You should have an easier life."
At that time, Duan Shu immediately looked at the guitar bag lying on the back seat through the rearview mirror between the two of them.
Lu Zhi's words were full of sincerity thinking about him: "You have very good conditions, whether it is appearance or voice, but you still lack something."
The car drove past the luxurious five-star hotel, just as the banquet was over, luxury cars drove out one after another, and faces like clouds were reflected in the car windows, with extraordinary temperament.
But Duan Shu in the rearview mirror is good-looking but plain, with folds on his collar that are not fit enough.
When the hotel was left far behind, he smoothed his collar quietly and nodded slightly.
So Lu Zhi withdrew his gaze in satisfaction: "I will help you."
This was his carefully planned route home, and he repeatedly showed Duan Shu a more splendid life.
The next thing will be a matter of course.
Duan Shu moved into his villa, like a flower girl meeting a professor, and began a slow and irreversible transformation.
He naively thought that after becoming a glamorous and perfect person, he would be able to stand on a bigger and broader stage. In fact, he never had the chance to sing again.
When he realizes the nature of this kind of help, he also thinks about ending it, but the rich and flashy life and the "lover" who is close at hand hold him back, and it becomes more and more difficult for him to break free from this gilded cage.
So gradually, Duan Shu seldom smiled like that, a pure, gentle smile.
When Lu Zhi came back to his senses, the empty vase on the table was shattered all over the floor, and there were mobile phones with broken screens lying on the tiles all over the floor.
The maid's deliberately lowered footsteps came from downstairs, and he stood angrily in the middle of the study room where the loud noise reverberated. The villa reflected by the window was covered by gauze curtains, and everything could not be seen clearly.
However, after the anger faded, Lu Zhi looked at the extinguished screen, and what he couldn't get rid of was the long-lost look.
He knelt down and picked up his phone.
The all-pervasive shards of porcelain cut through his palm, and blood dripped instantly.
The phone was broken, and he could no longer recall the series of photos that were being staged on the opposite side, and the depressive storm spread from the afternoon to the present.
——Why did you get hurt?
Lu Zhi could not answer this question.
He took a deep breath, let go of the subconsciously clenched fist, and let the open wound soak the snow-white gauze.
"I haven't heard you sing for a long time." Lu Zhi looked up at him, with a hint of guilt in his words, "I shouldn't force you to learn to draw, you should keep singing."
There was no familiarity in the pet's bright eyes, it just looked at him indifferently.
"Stop learning painting from Li Jianian, he is a very dangerous person."
"I will help you, help you become a real singer, you should do what you really like."
"I'm sorry... Duan Shu."
The sound of the hour hand moving was gentle and long, and the high-hanging "Storm" was dyed with brilliant colors in the long dusk.
The overwhelming clouds blurred his vision.
Duan Shu thought that if another "Duan Shu" heard the sincere words of this relationship, he would probably really get wet in his eyes, for his lost life, and for his weakness and hesitation of being pulled into the trap again.
Lu Zhi walked towards him slowly, the dim sunlight at this moment was so similar to the hazy streetlights that night, and the stern man's face did not change at all, as if going back in time and returning to a fork in the road of fate.
As long as he nods, there is still a chance to start over.
Until Lu Zhi walked down the stairs, there were only a few steps between them.
Duan Shu looked at him, seeing only his own figure in his deep eyes, and he was getting bigger and bigger, as if he could walk into the heart and occupy the entire atrium in the next step.
A beautiful and seductive illusion.
The prey standing on the edge of the trap said coldly: "Is this how you used to coax me to put down the music?"
Hallucinations shattered into powder.
Lu Zhi's footsteps froze.
"I don't like singing anymore." Duan Shu jumped over the trap and coldly rejected his invitation, "Now I really want to learn to draw, but not because of you."
"It's because of Ah Nian." His tone suddenly softened, "He draws very well, and I like his paintings."
This intimate name hit Lu Zhi suddenly, he was confused at first, and then panicked: "What do you call him?"
"A Nian." Duan Shu recalled, "When we first met, he asked me to call him that, but unfortunately I ignored it."
"I should have listened to him sooner."
In this long sigh, Lu Zhi felt that something that was always meticulous and thoughtful in his mind was broken.
The man on the stairs didn't seem to notice his intense emotions, so he calmly said, "By the way, do you want to call a doctor for you?"
"Your shape is perfect, I picked it, I don't want to see you hurt."
Duan Shu smiled warmly, faintly overlapping with the innocent and bright painter.
"You shouldn't have any wounds, this is my truth."
After finishing his speech, he stopped looking at Lu Zhi and went back upstairs quietly.
Lu Zhi was left alone stunned in place.
Similar words led him back to the day when everything changed suddenly.
What do you mean... I chose it?
Why is Duan Shu at this moment so similar to Li Jianian?
He thought about it all night, but couldn't fall asleep, and still couldn't find the answer.
It was bright outside the window, and the newly delivered mobile phone was full of urgent work news. The partner curiously asked him what he was doing on leave yesterday, and whether he would come again today. The assistant reminded him that a very wealthy client had named him interview him...
Lu Zhi couldn't bear this new villa with only the maid and him any longer, so he hurried out.
For the first time, he was late, and for the first time, he became absent-minded at work.
The mountains of documents and the gauze in the palm of his hand mixed into a disturbing paleness.
He began to repeatedly think of the scenes of getting along with Duan Shu, the cautiousness and humiliation of the other party, and the breakfast he took the initiative to arrange in the first period, the childish aroma of fried eggs, milk, and noodles.
The time in between is a general and boring deep wine red, and he hastily flipped through it.
So just a few days ago, the dazzling figure in front of the piano, the calm and composed attitude on the sofa, and the gaze overlooking him on the stairs, clearly more suitable for his white color...
He has already lost completely in the hands of Li Jianian, and he has always won a complete victory with Duan Shu, but now, he will lose here too.
Failure will befall him again.
Lu Zhi panicked into this great fear and anxiety, and the sharp edge of the paper rubbed pale marks on his fingertips.
The face that has been with him for a long time gradually overlaps with another face that he has been chasing for a long time.
In a trance, the assistant knocked on the door from outside.
"Lawyer Lu, the appointment time is up, and your guest is here."
"Please come in."
He heard his slightly dry response, the door of the office opened, and someone walked in, all the sounds seemed to be separated by a layer of glass.
Lu Zhi forced himself to concentrate, regained his usual composure, and looked at the guest who had asked to see him by name.
This client is wearing a famous brand, with a rebellious temperament, he is a standard rich second generation, and he is striding into his office.
It's just that his appearance seems familiar.
Before he could search for memories, the other party had already cut to the chase: "You should recognize me, right? I was sitting next to Duan Shu that day."
It was the friend that Duan Shu used to meet privately to play with.
Lu Zhi remembered him and confirmed that he was not a threat, so he deliberately condoned their private communication.
He hated this kind of surprise attack regardless of the occasion, and immediately lowered his face, and said indifferently: "What's the matter?"
Qi Wenxiao pulled away the chairs prepared for the guests, and sat down casually, with a certain confidence that he was determined to win on his face.
When he left the gallery that day, he thought about it for a long time after returning, and he still felt unwilling.
He couldn't bear that toy that was trapped in his palm like a clown and escaped.
So he found here.
Qi Wenxiao looked at the enemy in front of him who owned the toy before him, and said bluntly: "Have you played enough? Give him to me."
The enemy looked at him coldly, he was not afraid at all, and even smiled, confident in his chest.
Lu Zhi is just a lawyer with no background.
As long as he promises enough benefits, he will be able to exchange for the funniest toy.
The author has something to say:
"Like a flower girl met the professor": from the movie "My Fair Lady".
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