secret movie

Seeing the unbelievable expression of the person in front of him, Li Jianian happily raised the corners of his lips.

He didn't know this stranger who inexplicably interrupted his painting, but from the first sentence he said, he remembered the call Duan Shu received in the studio yesterday.

He always thought that the call was from Lu Zhi.

It turned out there was another toy.

He generously shared the interesting game he discovered with Duan Shu. Unexpectedly, the other party not only received the message accurately, but also gave him a surprise gift in return.

Li Jianian was very happy, his slightly curved eyes seemed to be filled with tonight's starlight, shining brightly, he hadn't been this happy for a long time.

He likes this brother.

And the rich second generation who looked naive and frivolous in front of him, saw his undisguised smile, and took two steps back in panic, thinking that he had fallen into a nightmare without warning.

"Impossible...you..."

Qi Wenxiao was still indulging in some kind of self-righteous imagination just now, but he met a person worse than him, and that crystal clear dream was shattered.

Li Jianian took a step forward, away from the dim yellow light shining on the top of his hair, so his short hair showed its original maroon color—it was not a phantom cast by the light, he was not Duan Shu.

The painter whose creative process was interrupted was rarely calm, and asked him with a half-smile: "What's your name?"

In the dizzying shock, he was like a pale puppet, obediently answering the manipulator's question: "...Qi Wenxiao."

Then Qi Wenxiao finally realized who this "Brother Duan" in front of him was.

"You are Li..." He remembered the real painter who was always smiling, and felt that everything was absurd, "Why are you here?!"

He knew that Duan Shu and Li Jianian had already met, and he even indirectly contributed to this, but Qi Wenxiao always thought that it was Duan Shu's act in a hurry, and he didn't think that these two naturally opposite people would have a true friendship.

Why did Duan Shu travel with Li Jianian?

Li Jianian crossed his arms, raised his graceful jaw, and asked in a daze, "Why can't I be here?"

Qi Wenxiao was so blocked that he couldn't speak.

But worse jokes await him.

"When you get hurt, go to the doctor, or go to your mother and cry, not to him."

Li Jianian's gaze swept over the scar on his forehead again, this time the temperature was freezing.

"Also, you can't call him Brother Duan anymore."

In this unreasonable order, Qi Wenxiao's eyes were full of anger, and he was about to speak back when he heard the second half of the sentence like thunder.

"Because he's my brother."

There is a pure and gentle longing in the painter's eyes, which is completely different from when he was looking at him.

Qi Wenxiao wanted to reprimand him for his absurd lies, but he couldn't open his mouth. His feet seemed to be rooted in the ground, unable to move, he could only watch helplessly as Li Jianian gently brushed off the lead dust on his wrist, He closed the door and walked back into the brightly lit house.

Then he took a quick breath.

He couldn't understand the situation in front of him, everything was messed up, enemies became brothers, friends became strangers...

Leaving aside the toy that seemed to be defeated, Li Jianian happily returned to the terrace on the third floor.

The easel was still standing aside, but he no longer looked at the draft that he had completed in one go, because he had new inspiration.

On this moonlit terrace, he slowly unscrewed a jar of paint that had just been opened, and the various colors spread across his fingertips. Li Jianian sketched the latest inspiration in his mind, and his heart felt terrified of joy and shock. , it will definitely become his most satisfying work.

From the corner of my eye, the men and women in the bedroom on the left side of the opposite building are already intertwined. Maybe they are greedy for the clear evening breeze in the mountains and forests, or maybe they are looking for excitement. They did not draw the heavy blackout curtains, only the light-colored inner curtains as a cover , vaguely reflected the lingering and ambiguous figure.

Li Jianian showed disgust, and then looked to the right. The woman who was waiting alone picked up the phone again, and this time it seemed to be called from someone else.

After listening to the phone, she put out the second cigarette, and the orange light spot suddenly went out. This blurred shadow in the dark night got up and left the terrace.

Under the same night, Qi Wenxiao quickly left the No. [-] building where the nightmare was hovering. Not in the house.

Did he go to find Lu Zhi?

Qi Wenxiao hurriedly walked, and gradually got lost in this empty hotel villa. He stumbled and passed by a girl who was also panicked. In the dark night, the snow-white cat had a pair of emerald green eyes. In the arms, the way of coming and going is gone.

Qi Wenxiao, who was heading in the opposite direction, quickly stepped on the cold stone road, the spacious resting place between the two small buildings, the stream and wild flowers, and the small gazebo.

He found the figure immediately.

Qi Wenxiao was ecstatic, and deliberately ignored the man next to him who had just fought with him, and all the chaotic thoughts disappeared at the moment, and he couldn't wait to shout: "Brother Duan!"

He didn't think about why anymore, but felt a kind of belated regret lingering in his heart.

Before the guitar bag was picked up by a third person late at night when the streetlights lit up the limousine.

That's how he should call out the other person's name.

Duan Shu turned his head in astonishment, and he recognized the vivid and complex emotions contained in this voice.

He knew that Qi Wenxiao would come, but he didn't know where this feeling came from.

In any case, the protagonists are here.

He sat on the edge of the gazebo, but he still couldn't find the camera that might exist, but found that Li Jianian had left the terrace, the lights were turned off, and the woman smoking a cigarette was gone.

An invisible storm is brewing in the calm and cool air.

Qi Wenxiao's hat was lost somewhere, and the unscarred scar on his forehead was illuminated by the moonlight. Duan Shu could see it clearly, and finally knew the cause of the wound on the corner of Lu Zhi's mouth, so he looked sideways at the man who had been silent until now, The tone was pure curiosity, as if there was no quarrel with him: "Did you fight?"

Like a machine suddenly switched on, Lu Zhi replied briefly, "He came to the law firm to find me."

Duan Shu could imagine that it must have been an unpleasant meeting, and he also expected the reason why Qi Wenxiao took the initiative to come to the door, it was nothing more than those childish tricks.

And the naive Qi Wenxiao obviously couldn't watch their conversation as if no one else was there, he finally couldn't hide the long-kept secret in his heart.

"I got to know you first, Brother Duan!" The dandy brother with a scar on his forehead looked at him eagerly, "We knew each other four years ago."

This sentence also exceeded Lu Zhi's expectations, and there was cold suspicion in his eyes.

Duan Shu was much calmer. He shook his head and said honestly, "I don't remember."

"You remember!" Qi Wenxiao reacted fiercely, "You saved me. You sent me to the hospital in the alley of Yuanhe Street, otherwise I might die there. You saved me. You must have saved me. Remember!"

His tone was stubborn, while Duan Shu was still calm, keenly aware of the huge loophole in the story: "I saved you, and then you pretended to be my friend and treated me as a toy... Is this your way of repaying?"

Qi Wenxiao's eagerness was instantly choked in his throat, his body swayed awkwardly, and after a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "...I'm sorry."

Duan Shu actually smiled: "It's okay."

In this exceptionally tolerant answer, Qi Wenxiao raised his head in surprise, but saw Lu Zhi's mocking eyes, as if he was looking at a bereaved dog with the same fate.

"I don't remember you, probably because you are an unimportant person to me." Duan Shu wrote lightly, "So it doesn't matter."

There was a seemingly non-existent commotion from the surrounding small buildings, and the air began to heat up, but this voice was like a bird parked on a treetop, light and light.

Qi Wenxiao trembled.

Not long ago, Duan Shu also answered Lu Zhi's question with the same tone.

This man, who had always been sure of success, experienced sudden frustration for the second time besides Li Jianian, and it was more serious than the first time.The pet that he played with in the palm of his hand has completely changed, and the previous methods have also lost their effect. He is not reconciled, but he doesn't know why he is not reconciled.

So Duan Shu wanted to help him clarify.

He chose a brighter and clearer fate for "Duan Shu", after he decided to take out the dusty certificates and trophies and put them grandly in the showcase of the golden cage.

"The old me...don't love you anymore."

He once fell into a beautiful illusion, and was deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate himself. It was a cage woven in the name of love, and it was difficult to break free with his own strength.

He did not break free, it was the arrival of another person that changed everything.

But it doesn't matter, no one knows the secret behind this, "Duan Shu" can still have a belated decency.

So when Lu Zhi asked him why, Duan Shu calmly pronounced the fate of this dictator in love.

"Because you don't deserve it."

Don't deserve anyone's love.

The shadows of the trees are swaying, the stream is peaceful, and the two losers who are equally depressed are shrouded in clouds, falling into similar but different turbulent emotions.In the shadows not far away, there was the vague sound of grass being stepped on.

Lu Zhi, who was sentenced earlier, calmed down first.

"We can start over."

He insisted on his usual conceit, his slightly mixed-race handsome face was still dazzling in the night, and still had the power to confuse people.

Qi Wenxiao's back was tense, like a trapped animal looking for a sacrificial object, and he interrupted him roughly: "Impossible! You simply regard him as Li Jianian's substitute..."

"From the color of the clothes, to the perfume, to the painting, you just want to turn him into another person!"

The red-brown scar on his forehead reflected his vivid hatred.

So without thinking twice, he revealed this embarrassing secret to the public.

Lu Zhi's fingers tightened. Facing this disorderly troublemaker, what was he enduring? The unreconciled surge in his heart prevented him from losing his composure. He wanted to take back the territory that originally belonged to him, just like in court. Calm and rational as before.

"I won't..."

Before the person in the center of the vortex could respond, a huge commotion suddenly erupted in the No. [-] building on the side.

The screams of women and the angry reprimands of men resounded through the mountain, as well as the sound of hurried footsteps and heavy objects falling on the floor.

Duan Shuwu walked out of the gazebo, and concentrated on looking at the bedroom on the left side of the second floor where several shadows overlapped and swayed.

A story that begins with a phone call and ends with the turmoil of all being together.

Someone ran out of the room with bare feet, no one chased after him, and the man's originally angry scolding voice quickly weakened and turned into a mournful pleading.

The last scene that all onlookers could see was a man kneeling in front of a woman in a state of embarrassment, tall and short shadows swaying on the light-colored curtains, in stark contrast, and then the blackout curtain was pulled shut forcefully .

The shadow play is over.

A chaotic and sad night.

Lu Zhi and Qi Wenxiao were unprepared for this sudden farce. They looked at the closed window blankly, still not understanding what happened, and only heard Duan Shu's extremely cold voice.

"Will she forgive him?"

He didn't ask the two people present, he seemed to be asking and answering himself, and he seemed to be talking to the peepers not far away.

"Maybe when it snows."

Following the guidance of his voice, Lu Zhi and Qi Wenxiao finally realized something and looked over in astonishment.

Li Jianian, who was standing behind the tree at some point, smiled tacitly when he heard this answer that seemed to be far-fetched.

In the lonely and hesitant long night, the quaint villa shrouded in fate still lacks a pure white snowstorm.