secret movie

On the morning of the seventh day, the coffee shop on the corner still delivered snacks on time.

The long dining table is covered with a pastoral-style floral tablecloth, which creates a warm illusion in the early morning sunlight. The exquisite paper boxes and ribbons are neatly folded, and when Duan Shu’s footsteps are heard on the stairs, Aunt Fang was waiting at the dining table and asked him respectfully, "Mr. Duan, do you want breakfast now?"

Duan Shu nodded, and she conveniently poured him a glass of fresh milk, and then brought out a small piece of dark brown cake from the refrigerator, served it on a delicate plate, and came with a freshly cut fruit salad.

Looking at the increasingly perfect breakfast in front of him, Duan Shu reminded by the way: "You don't need to prepare my dinner tonight."

"Oh, yes! Are you going out for dinner?" Aunt Fang responded, "Do you want to prepare Mr. Lu's?"

Duan Shu gently cut the cake: "You should ask him."

The sharp blade sinks, and the soft thick chocolate syrup flows out like a volcanic eruption.

Lava cake, I wish you a happy life.

Under Aunt Fang's astonished gaze, he added: "I'm going on a long trip, and I won't be back for a few days."

Li Jianian has already arranged the itinerary, and will drive to pick him up this afternoon, and they will set off for Yunshan together.

Facing the increasingly estranged relationship between the two masters and Mr. Duan who is becoming more and more different, Aunt Fang obviously wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start. Amid the lingering aroma of chocolate, she had no choice but to respond dryly. He said: "This cake is really delicious."

"Well, it's delicious." Duan Shu looked up at her reserved look, and couldn't help laughing, "Go watch a TV series, don't guard me here."

Aunt Fang beamed with joy: "Hey, then I'll go - by the way, Mr. Duan, the coffee shop has a new product written on the card, would you like to order one for you?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Shu turned his gaze to the familiar card and turned it over again.

There is an extra line of words on the back of the once pure white card: new products are on the shelves.

That was the next meeting that Qi Yan actively invited.

In the dense texture of the lava cake, Duan Shu raised the corners of his lips, surrounded by a wonderful joy: "No, I'll drop by later."

"Okay, then I'm going downstairs, call me anytime you need anything."

Looking at the maid's back, Duan Shu suddenly called her name: "Aunt Fang."

Aunt Fang turned her head curiously.

"Watch another TV series." Mr. Duan said to her while eating the cake, "Don't just watch that one forever."

So the maid nodded in a daze, and her steps down the stairs became slow until she disappeared in front of his eyes.

He withdrew his gaze and concentrated on tasting the cake that could only be eaten once.

Half an hour later, Duan Shu pushed open the door of the coffee shop again.

The lively customers in the store are still drinking the same latte, and there is no change in the temporarily unavailable snacks on the menu.

Today's Qi Yan did not sit in the best viewing position and waited for him, so he didn't know where he went.

"Are you a friend of the boss? He's in the back kitchen and will be here soon."

The waiter who brought him a latte last time smiled and led him to the seat that had been reserved in advance.

Duan Shu didn't wait for a long time before he smelled a strong aroma of muffins in the air.

Someone put a dessert in front of him.

Two slices of freshly baked waffle muffins are served on a white china plate, topped with whipped cream and ice cream scoops, and a bright red strawberry.

Still with curly hair, a brown jacket, and an expensive watch, Qi Yan, who came out of the back kitchen, put down his plate with an unsurprising expression: "Welcome."

Duan Shu watched him walk to sit opposite him, exactly the same position as last time, the golden sunlight fell on the ends of his hair.

"I just had breakfast."

"It's okay, the lava cake is very small." Qi Yan looked at the ball of ice cream that hadn't started to melt, "You can also just eat strawberries."

Duan Shu laughed: "I will try my best to finish it before it melts."

After a few conversations that sounded very familiar, Qi Yan saw him eating muffins seriously, and asked, "How have you been these few days?"

"It's been a good time, very interesting." Duan Shu's answer was the same as always, "And there are new surprises."

He looked at the poster of the pianist in white on the wall, and said meaningfully: "It seems that you still like another movie about detectives I acted in very much."

"You found out." Qi Yan's eyes lit up, and he didn't deny it, "That's a well-acted character, I like it very much."

Duan Shu ate the red strawberry first: "I like it too."

"Any new developments in the story?"

"The harmony between Li Jianian and I has greatly stimulated Lu Zhi. He began to change the way he treats me and no longer asks me to imitate Li Jianian. The future development is still uncertain."

This time, Duan Shu was concise.

"By the way, Li Jianian invited me to go on a trip to collect stories, so I won't be at home for the next few days."

"Collecting wind?"

"Well, he wanted to help me find inspiration for painting."

There was only half a scoop of ice cream left, and the delicious sweetness covered his understated narrative.

Qi Yan looked at him fixedly, and suddenly changed the subject.

"It's the seventh day now, don't you need to quit the world and take a rest?"

"No need." Duan Shu lowered his eyes, allowing himself to be overwhelmed by sugar, "I don't feel tired, and there is nothing to deal with in reality."

After a moment of silence, the owner of the coffee shop who made strawberry ice cream muffins for him showed a rare smile on his perennially indifferent face.

"I put a new poster of "Double Indemnity" on the wall. I neglected it before, so I shouldn't have left it out." His topic became more and more off topic, "Have you seen that movie?"

Duan Shu followed his line of sight and saw that the man in the suit embraced the woman in the bright yellow dress intimately, but he was holding a black gun in her hand around her waist.

"Saw it a long time ago."

He dipped the muffins in cream and ice cream and put them in his mouth.

And Qi Yan looked at this poster with the same name as the world he lived in, and seemed to comment on the plot of the movie ramblingly.

"The heroine conspired with her lover, killed her husband, and swindled huge compensation. Driven by desire, they did everything for love and money, and weaved a huge lie."

"I like to hear people tell lies." Qi Yan seemed to be talking about something completely irrelevant to the person in front of him, "Because lies are the carrier of desires, behind beautiful lies lies shining desires, and behind desires is the real life, no matter what Is it good or bad."

Words with subtle meanings passed by my ears.

Duan Shu didn't answer, and seemed to be concentrating on the food in front of him.

He managed to finish the new product specially prepared for him before the ice cream melted.

"When I leave this world, I will review this movie again." Reflecting today's sun on the porcelain plate, he said calmly, "It's time for me to go back and pack my luggage. The new product is delicious, thank you for the hospitality."

Qi Yan watched him get up and leave, with a sincere tone: "Have fun."

Amidst the light wind chimes, Duan Shu once again walked out of the coffee shop under his gaze.

The bright vitality of spring still pervades the air outside the store.

From an angle that the coffee shop owner could not see, he looked at himself reflected in the glass window, with a slight smile on his face, and then walked straight towards home.

Qi Yan is sharper than a detective.

On the other side of the glass window, beyond the round tables and coffee cups, the man who stayed there seemed to be in a good mood. He leisurely looked at the sparkling river behind the cafe, and his deep eyes were filled with light.

twenty hours ago.

Duan Shu answered the call from Qi Wenxiao.

Not seeing each other for a few days, Qi Wenxiao seems to have forgotten the embarrassment of the gallery that day, and also forgot all the things that happened in these days, so he warmly called him Brother Duan again.

"Brother Duan, where are you?"

Duan Shu responded briefly: "At home."

Qi Wenxiao immediately started talking non-stop, and invited him out to play. His words lacked the banter of the past, and seemed a little more solemn.

Duan Shu just listened in silence. This one-man show phone call lasted for a long time, and even Li Jianian who was on the side cast a curious look.

When the one-man show came to an end, he calmly rejected the other party: "Sorry, I don't have time tomorrow. I want to go on a trip with my friends."

He really wanted to know why Qi Wenxiao was so obsessed with an insignificant "clown"?

The voice on the other end of the phone paused, trying to hide the irritable anger: "Which friend? Is it Lu..."

Duan Shu interrupted his speculation, and the answer was ambiguous: "Very important friend."

Then he hung up the phone without waiting for the other person to continue asking questions.

Li Jianian, who had just booked the hotel, leaned over, with a half-smile: "Whose call is it? Lawyer Lu?"

Duan Shu looked at himself reflected in those clear eyes that were close at hand, and answered truthfully.

"A toy."

Thirteen hours ago.

Duan Shu stayed alone in the wine-red room, ready to turn off the lights and go to sleep, welcoming the arrival of the next day.

There was a knock on his door, short and strong.

He opened the door and saw Lu Zhi.

The bruise at the corner of Lu Zhi's mouth has almost faded away. It seems that doctors in this world are really good at treating wounds.

"What's up?"

Lu Zhi's eyes flicked over his overly plain cotton pajamas, and he maintained excellent restraint, without even furrowing his eyebrows: "If you really want to learn to draw, I will find the best teacher for you."

Then he emphasized his tone: "Except for Li Jianian."

Duan Shu said with regret: "Unfortunately, you are late, Ah Nian will take me out tomorrow to collect folk songs."

Lu Zhi began to learn to ignore this harsh address, and his fingers hanging by his side tightened slightly: "Where are you going?"

And Duan Shu looked at the bruises on his face that were about to disappear, and his smile was as bright and innocent as a painter: "A hot spring hotel with a beautiful view."

"I heard that you have been there too."

just now.

The sun was strong, and the old pure white Maserati drove slowly and stopped at the entrance of the villa.Li Jianian came to pick up Duan Shu as agreed, and opened the car door for him in a gentlemanly manner.

The Maserati drove out of the villa area, drove across the street, and passed the coffee shop at the intersection.

Duan Shu looked out the window, his eyes flickered, as if he could see people in the shop holding up their fragrant lattes.

He did lie to Qi Yan.

He no longer described his situation and mood to outsiders frankly and carefully as he did when we met last time. When there is a secret in the heart, people always subconsciously want to hide something.

Not pausing to quit the world was not because he was not tired enough, but because he didn't want to leave.

Because he met another self, the self that was once vivid but was quietly forgotten.

The unwillingness belonging to "Duan Shu" had already dissipated the moment Lu Zhi threw away his wine-red shirt and put out the dusty trophy, and the rest were all his own desires.

Duan Shu likes this world, likes everything that happens around him, these chaos, loss, burning obsession and infatuation, turn into a raging tide and permeate the sky, making people's heart flutter.

So the waves fell, and with his secret and stubborn thoughts, he led the protagonists of the story to the same destination, eager to see what happened next.

He was infected by Ah Nian's desire, Li Jianian, Yu Nian...the similar faces and personalities, the self in the mirror, stood beside him intimately, facing this incredible world together, holding fingertips, lingering The color made him no longer alienated, and gradually couldn't help himself.

So, he finally lied.

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[Unconventional dog-blood essay "Nobody Like You" romantic scumbag × blackening madness criticism]

Photographer Shao Linchun was born with everything, superior skin and dazzling talent, so he is proud and expensive, and regards love as a game.

When he got tired of the person next to his pillow again, he lifted his pants and left as usual without any regrets.

The rich second metabolizer lacks everything except money, so short that he has nothing to love.

Until the day when he was about to bid farewell to the world, he met Shao Linchun who looked like the white moonlight in his heart.

The amazed Shao Linchun pursued him enthusiastically, bringing him the utmost romance.

Xie Mian was addicted to it, almost thinking that she was really loved.

But three months later, Shao Linchun left without warning, mocking him for being superficial and boring, that's all.

Fate repeats itself, Xie Mian will always be the abandoned fool.

But at this moment, the pain and despair disappeared, and Xie Mian, who was cold all over, felt the long-lost excitement.

If love is just a game that does not have to be sincere, if the longing for eternal affection is meaningless.

——He has lost too much, and he has been ill for a long time, so he should win once.

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