secret movie

This afternoon, Duan Shu was practicing alone in the studio. He made an appointment with Li Jianian to come to the house the next day.

There is a simple plaster figure in front of him, immersed in the light and shadow. While holding the pencil and slowly tracing on the sketch paper, he vaguely heard the busy sound coming from the kitchen downstairs.

Unusual movements.

This maid who is addicted to the same TV series will always sit in front of the TV until four o'clock in the afternoon, and then reluctantly leave to prepare the master's dinner.

It's not yet three o'clock.

She doesn't voluntarily change her regular schedule.

Duan Shu subconsciously looked at the window of the studio, reflecting the quiet villa opposite, today he did not close the looming white gauze curtain.

After spending the afternoon with Li Jianian in the studio, Lu Zhi was clearly stimulated and didn't know what he would do next.

Duan Shu thought for a while, pushed open the door, and walked down the stairs.

The marble countertops in the kitchen are full of various ingredients, as if a grand dinner party is about to be held.

Aunt Fang heard the noise on the stairs, and quickly turned her head: "Mr. Duan, what's the matter?"

Her address to him has risen from "you" to Mr. Lu Zhi.

Yesterday Duan Shu heard the footsteps of this loyal watcher coming to the door, and knew that she had taken a photo.

However, even after seeing such a scene, Lu Zhi came back angrily, but Duan Shu acted as if nothing had happened, and nothing happened in the end. Once again, this was beyond the maid's comprehension, so he had no choice but to raise Duan Shu's position in his heart in a daze.

Duan Shu leaned against the door, quietly looking down at her: "Are you making dinner?"

"Ah, yes." Aunt Fang, who was much shorter than him, tugged on her apron nervously, "Mr. Lu is coming back for dinner tonight, so he told me to prepare well."

It really was Lu Zhi.

Duan Shu's eyes wandered around these precious ingredients, and he commented sincerely: "You can cook a lot of dishes."

Aunt Fang, who was praised, relaxed a little, and boasted: "I have learned for many years! As long as it is a dish with a name, I can cook it. Is there anything Mr. Duan wants to eat?"

Duan Shu looked at her proud expression, and suddenly thought of something: "Can you make dessert?"

He often thought of the bitter and sweet tiramisu he ate before going to the cafe the morning before yesterday, but it was a pity that the breakfast provided by Qi Yan was really different every day.

Aunt Fang was taken aback: "Dessert? Is it the kind you ate in the morning?"

Seeing Duan Shu nodding, she suddenly looked a little embarrassed: "Mr. Duan, I'm sorry, the only thing I can't do is these... If you want to eat, I'll call and ask them to bring some over."

Duan Shu was not surprised by her answer, but a smile appeared on his face: "It's okay, I just asked casually."

An all-purpose maid who can cook anything, except desserts.

Because there is already a coffee shop owner who can really make desserts.

He stopped disturbing Aunt Fang, went upstairs, and sat back in front of the drawing board.

Maybe it's because in the past, Duan Shu had to learn a lot of new things quickly for filming. Over time, he developed a strong learning ability.Or maybe this is a special treatment for experiencers in the virtual world, making it easier to learn things.

On the sketch paper in front of him now, the plaster statue he drew has taken shape, and his progress is amazing.

But Duan Shu is not really interested, wanting to learn painting is just an excuse for him to vent his anger on "Duan Shu" and stimulate Lu Zhi by the way.

Because unlike Li Jianian, he really regards the brush as a medium to convey emotions, and he has many moods and feelings to be conveyed.

Even if he has good art skills, he doesn't know what to draw.

But now, Duan Shu suddenly has something that he desperately wants to record.

The tiramisu in that plate of memory.

Exquisite packaging boxes, soft ribbons, small square cakes, delicate bouquets... little by little are formed on the drawing paper.

The sky reflected by the window gradually darkened.

The smell of food wafted through the crack of the door, the sound of the car motor was getting closer, and then it drove into the garage that he could not see.

Lu Zhi is back.

Duan Shu looked at the picture in his unfinished memory, his eyes focused until Aunt Fang knocked on the door cautiously, reminding him to go downstairs for dinner.

Duan reluctantly put down his pen, feeling a little restless.

But when he saw Lu Zhi sitting at the other end of the long table, his restlessness immediately turned into consternation.

Tonight, Aunt Fang prepared western food, which was beautifully arranged, with silver tableware, candlelight and flowers, and an elegant man. Everything looked good, and it was a standard romantic night.

Except for Lu Zhi's face.

There was a faint bruise at the corner of his mouth, as if someone had punched him, destroying this perfect face.

Aunt Fang also saw this unusual scene. She didn't dare to say anything, but silently went into the kitchen with her head down, pretending that she didn't exist.

Lu Zhi noticed the undisguised scrutiny from the opposite side, who seemed to be habitually showing an expression of impatience, and then suppressed it, trying to show some kind of gentleness: "Are you drawing?"

Duan Shu nodded, and stared at his face with a little teasing: "Why did you get hurt again?"

Lu Zhi seemed to be stiff, and his tone was calm: "An accident."

He was unwilling to answer this question, just like avoiding the wound yesterday.

Duan Shu raised his eyebrows, stopped asking any more questions, just held the knife and fork, and started to eat.

What happened to Lu Zhi during the day, and why did he specially arrange this dinner?

He will always know the answer.

The metal knife and fork touched the plate lightly. In this delicate sound, Duan Shu remained calm and concentrated on handling the food on the plate, while Lu Zhi looked at him motionless.

"I'll be moving back from tomorrow."

The man announced to him abruptly.

Duan Shu was startled, and quickly said, "This is your house."

The implication is that Lu Zhi is free to live wherever he wants.

"However, Ah Nian will come over tomorrow."

If he is not afraid of the relationship being exposed.

Lu Zhi lowered his eyes, firmly pinched the handle of the knife and fork with his fingers, and his tone sank: "Don't call him that again."

Duan Shu asked, "Why?"

After a short pause, he continued to ask as if purely curious, not afraid to offend this natural scumbag: "What would you call him? Mr. Li? Jia Nian? Or are you the same as me..."

The shiny silver cutlery was placed heavily on the table, and a sudden sound interrupted his words.

"Don't deliberately provoke me again." Lu Zhi's voice was dull, "Tomorrow I will have someone clean up your room and empty the closet. What color do you like? White?"

Duan Shu reacted for a long time before realizing that this was an extremely rare gift for a gangster.

He kindly allowed Duan Shu not to wear those prescribed colors anymore.

He didn't want himself to continue to imitate Li Jianian.

He has clearly found that the situation is out of control, but he still has to pretend to be in control of the overall situation.

Duan Shu laughed, and said straight to the point: "Do you like me in white again?"

He knew that Lu Zhi had begun to change. At least he couldn't just let go of this pet that he had dismissed before. Instead, he changed to a more dignified domestication method, which seemed to be some kind of concern and concession. Actually still trying to arrange and control his life.

Throw away the wine red that Li Jianian often wears, and put on the white that Lu Zhi likes now.

Before Lu Zhi could answer, Duan Shu said casually, "Unfortunately, I like different colors every day."

"If you have to arrange something for me...I want a display case."

Regarding this unexpected answer, Lu Zhi was silent for a moment, and responded, "Okay."

Then they all stopped talking.

This dinner, which was supposed to foster romance, ended in silence.

Aunt Fang's cooking skills are indeed very good, it would be even better if she had a different dining partner.

Before falling asleep, Duan Shu thought of this.

Lu Zhi's efficiency was very high. The next morning, everything in the cloakroom was emptied, even the dark red bedding was replaced with new ones. Duan Shuyi watched from the side, holding an inconspicuous small box in his hand to avoid being Clear away as clutter.

It contained the message cards written to him by the coffee shop owner, and there were six of them now.

According to his request, the brand-new solid wood display cabinet was placed in a prominent position in the room.

The villa on the opposite side was deserted again, Lu Zhi moved back and asked people to add many things.

When he stood outside the door and inspected the brand-new room, he paid special attention to this abrupt cabinet.

It was unusually empty, with only two certificates on it, and it was wrapped in plastic film, which seemed to have been well preserved.

Duan Shu next to the display cabinet lowered his head, carefully wiped off the dust on the crystal trophy, and then placed it in the center of the cabinet.

The sun shines brightly on the transparent crystal trophy.

When you're done, Duan Shu looked back at him with a clear expression: "I shouldn't have kept them dusty in the bedside table before."

"They should be placed here above board."

The dazzling light pierced Lu Zhi's eyes like densely packed needles.

He didn't answer, turned and left, the bruise at the corner of his mouth was hard to ignore.

Some things, like this accidental scar, began to change irrevocably.

Li Jianian, who visited in the afternoon, keenly noticed some changes in this luxurious villa.

"It seems to have a little more life." He looked at the warm-colored decorations that were suddenly added to the living room, and the "Storm" on the wall became more soothing. "Are you tired of the original style? The new arrangement very nice."

Duan Shu walked in front of him, with a calm expression: "I didn't buy it."

Hearing this, Li Jianian was taken aback for a moment, and then jumped with joy: "That would be even better."

The door of the studio was pushed open, and the words stopped short.They no longer bring up the subject of the replacement, or the man who rearranged the villa.

Li Jianian flipped through the exercises he drew yesterday, picked out the one he was most satisfied with, and said firmly, "You must like this one very much, it was drawn with great care."

The dark and light lead gray delicately outlines the appearance of the dessert.

Duan Shu looked at this person who could see through his mood at a glance, his eyes became softer.

"This was breakfast a few days ago, and I was very impressed, so I suddenly wanted to paint it." He said frankly, "But after I finished painting, I didn't know what to paint again."

Li Jianian said in surprise, "Is there no inspiration?"

"No." Duan Shu shook his head, "I just don't know what to record."

Painting, like movies, is a permanent engraving of a certain mood or feeling. If you have a weak memory of people and things, and everything is fleeting, it will be difficult to develop that strong desire to express.

For a person like Li Jianian who has a complicated heart and can find fun anytime and anywhere, this is obviously an area that he cannot understand.

He pondered the meaning behind this sentence, and said to himself: "Is it because you feel that life is boring?"

"Do you want to go out to collect folk songs? If you change to a new environment, you may have new feelings..."

Li Jianian suddenly thought of something, his eyes were burning, and he spoke quickly: "Have you ever been to Yunshan? It's in the next door city, the scenery is beautiful, and the hot springs there are famous. I will live there for a while from time to time. I have a home." Familiar hotel with the most comfortable hot spring water.”

Of course Duan Shu hadn't been there, he listened attentively to Li Jianian's introduction.

"I've been there so many times that the waiters know me. If they see you, they will be surprised."

"By the way, Lawyer Lu used to come here often." Li Jianian mentioned the name again, "He should also be very satisfied with the scenery there."

"You'll love it there." He smiled innocently. "This must be an interesting trip."

Duan Shu understood almost instantly, and the person in front of him found another interesting thing.

In my memory, the same reckless self in front of the camera gradually overlaps with Li Jianian beside him.

A kind of indulgent doting and tolerance was born in his heart.

"Okay." Duan Shu had no objection, "Let's go together."

Li Jianian immediately became excited like a child who got candy.

"Then I'll call and book a room now, and we'll leave tomorrow."

He enthusiastically planned this trip on a whim.

Duan Shu quietly watched Li Jianian's every move. Under the clear and waveless water, his heart was ups and downs, and some complicated and unspeakable thoughts were rushing like sea waves, and foamy snow-white waves appeared.

In the seemingly intimate and peaceful atmosphere, the mobile phone on the table suddenly rang.

The name of Qi Wenxiao was displayed on the screen. On the first day Duan Shu came to this world, he also received a call from him, and he was involved in a series of absurd relationships ever since.

Seeing him in a trance, Li Jianian asked curiously, "Aren't you answering the phone?"

The waves crashed in his voice, sweeping everything in an instant.

So Duan Shu withdrew his mind suddenly, then picked up the phone with a smile.