secret movie

When the fourth person who came quietly showed the shadow elongated by the moonlight, the expressions of Lu Zhi and Qi Wenxiao became very complicated, the former was embarrassed, the latter was frightened, only Duan Shu was calm.

And the focus of the three eyes seems to be unaware of this, he is looking at them with a smile: "Sorry, did I bother you?"

The obvious secret had just been exposed, and he didn't know how much he listened to it, and the atmosphere suddenly became stagnant like a swamp.

Fortunately, Li Jianian didn't want any answer, and he didn't seem to find anything.

He looked at Duan Shu intently, showing an innocent expression: "I just wanted to ask you to go back to the room. I was too focused on drawing just now, and I didn't realize you were gone until I was woken up."

"But now I have a new inspiration, I have to conceive slowly, so I won't draw tonight, don't worry about disturbing me."

Duan Shu didn't hesitate, and responded in a gentle tone: "Okay, let's go back to the room."

Without hesitation, he turned and walked towards Li Jianian. When they stood side by side, they looked like a pair of twins that could not be distinguished.

Li Jianian thought of something, turned around suddenly, and raised his tone slightly: "Qi Wenxiao."

Qi Wenxiao, who was named, trembled all over, and heard the cheerful voice of the vile painter: "Look again... have you admitted your mistake?"

In the alley late at night many years ago, his eyes were blurred with tears, sweat and blood, and he couldn't see the appearance of the college student clearly, but only remembered the voice like the sound of heaven.

In the dimly lit bar, his ears were filled with the melody of the guitar and melodious singing, and then he followed the past all the way, only to see the moment when the dream was shattered.

Later, in the private KTV room, he was still lured by the sound, pushed open the door, and started this game wandering on the edge of hell.

He only remembered the voice, but couldn't even recognize the face.

Qi Wenxiao panicked and began to think back. Duan Shu's voice just now seemed to be different from what he remembered.

Is it the change brought about by the passage of time, or is he admitting his mistake again?

The man who was painting in the room alone, or the man who was with Lu Zhi just now, which one is Brother Duan?

Obviously the former sounds more like it.

A fog of confusion overwhelmed him.

Seeing Qi Wenxiao panicked, Li Jianian withdrew his gaze in satisfaction, with a happy expression on his face.

Then he leaned close to Duan Shu's ear and whispered, "I'm helping you get revenge, brother."

He heard it all.

Duan Shu listened to his half-joking and half-serious words, and asked him softly: "Did Qi Wenxiao bother you just now?"

"It was at first." Li Jianian smiled, "Then it was not a bother, because he brought me new inspiration."

"What's the new inspiration?"

"Keep it secret, you will know later." They walked through the secluded courtyard together and returned to the brightly lit room, "You will be the first audience of that painting, and you will definitely like it."

"Yeah." Duan Shu turned off the lights in the small courtyard, and the square hot spring pool was immediately hidden in the night, with the usual tone, "Rest early today, and go to the bar tomorrow."

The window in the distance has completely fallen into silence, the brightness of the light is faintly revealed in the thick curtains, the night wind is howling, and the mountains are quiet and lush.

Li Jianian stood at the window and watched for a while, his excitement gradually subsided, and he suddenly asked: "Do you feel sad?"

He looked sideways and stared seriously at the brother who was caught in the middle of the storm just now.

"To be controlled all the time, to be changed, to be asked to be someone else...do you feel bad?"

He was asking "Duan Shu", and Duan Shu shouldn't know the answer.

But Duan Shu was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "No."

"why?"

Duan Shu passed Li Jianian's side and walked towards the bedroom. His face was printed on the glass window, overlapping with the distant light, bright and lonely.

"Because I don't remember."

He washed in front of the sink, deliberately not looking at the imaginary self on the other side of the mirror, and then went to bed quietly, thinking that this conversation was over, and began to wait for the rapid arrival of the next day with peace of mind.

Li Jianian followed in like a shadow.

"So I said, we're alike."

He sat on the edge of the bed, quietly staring at his brother who was subconsciously escaping.

The voice that fell on the pillow was soft: "Why?"

"When I won the lawsuit and inherited a huge inheritance, my mother came to me and asked me nervously if I hated her, and I said no."

"As soon as her eyes lit up, I went on, because I don't remember, and I don't remember her being my mother."

Li Jianian laughed as he spoke: "So, she doesn't need to get a penny from me."

Duan Shu's voice became more relaxed: "You are lying to her."

"Yes, it's revenge, because she always lied to me when I was a child."

"What are you lying to?"

Li Jianian sat on the bed, hugging his knees, his chestnut warm hair was illuminated by the overhead light in the bedroom.

"She said that my father is the most hateful person in the world. He is romantic, selfish, ruthless, and damn... She added all the vicious words she could think of to him. In fact, she was right."

"But mom also said that because I have his blood in me, so do I. I have the worst genes, I'm going to be the worst person, and she hates me even more than dad."

"Father left her long ago, she couldn't hate him, and I was by my side." Li Jianian sighed, "She always said it so gritted her teeth, so I really believed it at that time, I was very scared, so I had to Everything depends on her, because I thought she was the only one in the world who was still willing to accept me, after knowing my ugly genes."

This is Li Jianian's background story.

Duan Shu can't remember the biography of the characters attached to the script, but he knows that detective Yu Nian must have had a dark and sad past. Such a special character is always created by a special story, usually the loss of love and Hate stretches.

He sat up and looked straight into Li Jianian's eyes: "But you are fine now."

"Because I insisted on growing up, but fortunately I like painting, and I can forget everything for a short time in that fictional dream world."

Li Jianian's tone was brisk: "It was only when I grew up that I realized that I didn't have the worst genes, and she was just a cowardly woman who didn't dare to take revenge on the real murderer who ruined her life, so she poured out all her anger On my body."

Painting is Li Jianian's salvation, just like many artists who have not been knocked down by suffering, their works always contain deep and true emotions, full of infinite appeal.

It is also because of this that Li Jianian never paints figures, he only paints landscapes. In the most fragile and innocent childhood, the people who should be closest to him brought the deepest harm, so he no longer likes anyone.

For a moment, Duan Shu forgot the depression before, and felt really lucky for him: "Fortunately, you caught it."

Catch that light in the dark, that rope that hangs from heaven.

"So to me, you are special." Li Jianian turned to look at him, "When I look at you, I always seem to see another self, a self who is in a similar situation but has completely different choices."

Duan Shu was stunned, and heard the people around him continue talking.

"But there's one thing we're most unlike."

"You already know my past, my ridiculous family story, and even guessed my bad hobbies. But I don't know you at all, you beyond the surface."

Li Jianian said lightly: "Because you always ask others, but never talk about yourself."

"Do you do that when you're with other people?"

Duan Shu heard his rare and indifferent voice, and also heard his heartbeat getting louder and louder, echoing in the quiet bedroom.

Damp cold sweat spread down his spine, and he felt palpitations.

In this question that sounded casual, he couldn't help but think of the last time he had a chat with a real person.

In the bustling and noisy coffee shop, he asked Qi Yan about his seemingly beautiful life.

Do you also ride motorcycles in real life?Will doing research be hard work?Have colleagues discovered that dim sum is readily available? ...

He just has problems.

From his expression, Li Jianian had already got the answer, so he approached him and asked, "Why?"

Duan Shu couldn't answer.

The answer that sounded absurd and sad was there, but he didn't have the courage to pick it up from the dust and crumbs, and put it in front of others, even if the other party was not a real person at all.

He doesn't have himself.

So he couldn't talk about it.

Li Jianian didn't press him any more, he got out of bed, reached out and turned off the light in the bedroom, and said softly, "Good night."

Everything is silent.

In this world built in the void of consciousness, Duan Shu spent a sleepless night for the first time.

He still felt that his memories were blurred, many times were frozen in dust, and the threads were messy. He couldn't start, and even began to regret that he couldn't bring the "friends" list stored in the computer here, at least it was an endpoint to open the memory.

Duan Shu was eager to find something from the pale ice, he didn't want to disappoint Li Jianian.

He didn't want to disappoint the "self" who had broken free from the thorns.

He thought about it all night.

The next morning, there were not many customers in the cafeteria of Yunshan Hot Spring Hotel.

The sleep after soaking in the hot spring will make people feel refreshed physically and mentally. Guests often get up very late, so this breakfast will be served throughout the morning thoughtfully.

For many, though, last night was a sleepless night of tossing and turning.

An'an carried the plate in a sluggish manner. It was her turn to rest today. The big black cat was left for Sister Li, who was on duty at the front desk. She sat alone in the restaurant, staring at the delicate and delicious food in a daze, not knowing what to eat.

A familiar colleague saw her and sat over in surprise: "An'an, aren't you resting, why don't you go home?"

"I..." An Anton stammered, "I didn't sleep well, I'm afraid I'll get motion sickness."

"Hey, was it too noisy last night?" The colleague thought for a while, and suddenly a teasing smile appeared on his face, "Are you diving in a small group to watch gossip?"

An An's expression froze: "What...gossip?"

"That's the one who came to catch the adulterer!" The colleague lowered his voice, "I heard that the original partner is rich and good-looking, but I can't figure out why the man wants to cheat..."

"Oh, you said the two guests in Building No. [-]."

An An was inexplicably relieved, and was about to follow what his colleague said and divert his attention, when he saw two rather eye-catching figures walking into the restaurant together.

Similar faces, different temperaments, they took food casually, sat down in the double seat by the window, the sunlight blurred everything, as if they were having an intimate conversation.

The colleague looked shocked: "Wow, it really looks so similar. I didn't see it yesterday, so I thought you were joking..."

An An put down the tableware in a panic. After the accident last night, she could no longer look directly at the pair of brothers who thought they had a good relationship at first, and she could no longer expect Mr. Lu and Mr. Li to be together as in the past.

She knew an incredible secret, which was both weird and magnificent. She didn't want more people to discover and disturb this mystery, and she wanted to secretly pry into the secret's cause and ending.

"Are you full?" The colleague ate without noticing, "Speaking of which, why hasn't Mr. Lu come yet? Does he know that Mr. Li has twin brothers?"

Amidst the whispers of gossip among colleagues, guests came one after another.

For example, Mr. Lu, who also did not sleep well and had a gloomy expression, or the new guest who was pale but no longer wearing a hat.

They all go in the same direction.

"Oh, Mr. Lu is finally here." The colleague began to feel at a loss, "Isn't that the new guest who checked in yesterday? Could it be that they came together..."

An An had no time to respond, she seemed to be distracted by this strange picture, and looked over steadily.

Duan Shu didn't notice where all his eyes fell. He was still stuck in the thoughts of last night, trying to find a story to tell.

The restaurant is bright and clean, and the breakfast is fragrant.

There were guests who came to dine at the seat next to him, but he ignored them. Instead, Li Jianian raised his head, smiled, and greeted them very naturally.

"Good morning."

No one responded, and the atmosphere was subtly calm.

Li Jianian's smile deepened, he looked away, and complained to him: "The guest at the next table looks very unhappy, as if they had just had a quarrel."

Duan Shu was startled, then looked up.

Lu Zhi and Qi Wenxiao actually sat at opposite ends of the same table, perhaps because there were already guests at the table in the other direction, and this was the only empty table closest to them.

In some kind of subtle rivalry, they had no choice but to sit together.

The next table looked like arguing guests.

Duan Shu glanced over and landed on Qi Wenxiao who was diagonally opposite him. His eyes lit up immediately, as if he was about to say something, but his gaze quickly moved away. Qi Wenxiao's stupid eagerness only got ridiculed by the person opposite him. sneer.

Duan Shu looked at the porcelain plate in front of him again, which contained soft scrambled eggs, German sausages, fresh fruit and a small dessert, with a glass of orange juice on the side. This is his habit every time he stays in a hotel and never changes , Sometimes he takes it by himself, and sometimes his assistant Yao Xiaoxiao will bring it for him.

The dusty memory is faintly loosened.

Li Jianian, who was opposite him, handled the food gracefully, and was still talking about the guests at the next table in a low voice: "Guess which of them will speak first?"

He remembered similar scenes.

It is also a cafeteria of a high-end hotel. At breakfast time, the assistant Yao Xiaoxiao sitting opposite was gossiping: "Brother Duan, the face of the guest at the next table is so smelly, it seems to be arguing whether Director Lin's movie is good or not."

At that time, during the film festival, many people from the entertainment industry lived in the five-star hotel near the venue, so the restaurant was full of discussions about movies, stories and capital.

Duan Shu let go of the knife and fork in his hand for a moment, put aside everything at the moment, and looked at Li Jianian with burning eyes.

"An interesting thing happened to me in a hotel restaurant before," he said.

From his pale and empty mind, he finally found a story worth telling.

Li Jianian watched with great interest Duan Shu, who opened the conversation for the first time: "What is it?"

"A few years ago, I went to a film festival. In the restaurant of a nearby hotel, I heard the guests at the next table chatting about a famous movie."

It was the second year that Duan Shu won the best actor with the role of Yu Nian, and he came to this film festival again, preparing to present awards to the next best actor.

The day before the award presentation, he was having breakfast at the hotel. Under Yao Xiaoxiao's reminder, he heard the guests at the next table chatting about the hottest comedy movie of the year. It was directed by a well-known veteran director. , but reviews have been mixed.

"The guest by the window spoke very sharply, thinking that the film was useless and only a gimmick. The guest sitting opposite him seemed to be a supporter of the film, and his face was flushed red by his words."

The face of the guest by the window was blurred by the sunlight coming in from behind. Duan Shu couldn’t remember his face clearly, but he only remembered his calm and sarcasm evaluation: “Blindly pile up elements that the audience likes, big scenes, vulgar jokes, sudden sensationalism ... The story became a mess, fragmented, leaving only one so-called hilarious scene after another, forcing the audience to be happy. If you like this effect, why not just add mechanical canned laughter like an old-fashioned sitcom, think Be as happy as you want, don't embarrass the poor fidgeting audience in the theater."

Yao Xiaoxiao, who was eavesdropping, couldn't hold back. He was amused by this harsh and vivid statement, and a smile appeared in Duan Shu's eyes.

It just so happened that the next table fell into a strange silence because of this passage, so this slight movement was immediately noticed, and the two guests who were arguing turned their gazes over.

They all obviously recognized Duan Shu, who was already quite famous at that time, and the middle-aged guest who was flushed with anger suddenly asked him, "Have you seen this movie?"

It seems that the debate was fruitless, so I simply asked a third person's point of view.

Yao Xiaoxiao was the first to react, and quietly touched Duan Shu's shoes under the table.

He shouldn't publicly answer such questions that might offend people. At this time, it is the most worry-free to say that he has not seen it, because they don't know who these two people are, and will they use his response to make a fuss? .

Duan Shu understood this, but what the other guest said was still echoing in his ears, and the other guest was watching him quietly, his eyes were as bright as the sun.

So he nodded: "I have seen it."

The middle-aged guest followed closely and said, "Do you think it looks good? Did you smile when you saw it?"

Duan Shu thought for a while, and replied truthfully: "When I heard your companion's evaluation of it, it was the only time I laughed because of this movie."

After the middle-aged guest realized the meaning of the words, his expression froze, and he seemed to be in incredible shock.

The young companion opposite him laughed, his laughter was deep and magnetic.

"Look, Teacher Duan thinks so too."

Distant voices fell into the bright air.

Li Jianian, who was listening to this story, also smiled: "It turns out that you still hurt people like this."

"I was just... taken away by that customer." Duan Shu recalled in a daze, "but the most interesting thing is not here."

The middle-aged guest stared blankly at the plate for a while, while the young companion ate breakfast contentedly. A few minutes later, the middle-aged guest seemed to have made up his mind and called to Duan Shu who was about to leave after the meal.

"Duan Shu." He called out the name of the actor in front of him, and asked hesitantly, "Did you not recognize me?"

Seeing Duan Shu and Yao Xiaoxiao looked dazed, the middle-aged guest subconsciously touched his bald cheeks, sighed and said, "I made this film."

Director Lin has been famous for his beard for many years, which has almost become his signature feature. Today, for some reason, he was shaved cleanly, so no one in the restaurant recognized him at all.

Yao Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded, and said in embarrassment: "Lin, Director Lin..."

They actually mocked his latest work in front of a well-known and well-connected director himself.

Duan Shu was also very surprised. He looked at the completely new Director Lin, and then at the venomous guest who was always calm, and politely extended his hand: "Hello, Director Lin, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you just now."

Director Lin shook hands with him while pondering his reaction: "Then, do you have anything to add to my question just now?"

After thinking for a while, Duan Shu shook his head: "Your companion summed it up very well."

Yao Xiaoxiao looked like he was about to faint.

"but……"

Yao Xiaoxiao opened his eyes, thinking that this gasp could be saved.

"You look like a different person when you shave your beard." Duan Shu said sincerely, "It's better to go directly to the theater to observe the reaction of ordinary audiences. No one should recognize you."

Yao Xiaoxiao: ...

The young companion smiled even more, and took his words: "I also suggested to him in this way, but he is unwilling to accept the reality."

"Okay, okay, shut up." Director Lin glared at him, then said to Duan Shu, "Are you free in the first half of next year?"

Facing the olive branch suddenly thrown by the famous director in front of him, Yao Xiaoxiao had an expression of surprise on his face.

Duan Shu was still calm: "There is no arrangement for now, do you want to ask me for an audition?"

Director Lin nodded: "There is a character in the new play that suits you very well."

"Can you let me read the script first?" Duan Shu's tone was neither humble nor overbearing, "If I feel that I can't grasp the role, I won't waste your time."

He said it tactfully, but everyone present could understand the meaning behind it. Even in the face of a big director, he would still choose his book.

This is a habit he gradually developed after he became famous last year. The scripts flew to him like snowflakes, and he could no longer act in everything like he did when he was a student.

Director Lin seemed to have lost his temper today, and said bluntly, "Don't worry, it's different from this one. It's not so bad. They say I'm stuck in my old ways, so I had to try something new, but I accidentally missed it once..."

He complained in a low voice, his eyes soon filled with confidence again.

"In short, you will definitely like this book."

Director Lin patted Duan Shu on the shoulder quite familiarly, and Duan Shu followed his gaze.

"After all, you just reached a consensus with the author of this script."

The young companion with a magnetic voice was still sitting there, shrouded in dazzling sunlight, like a folded piece of paper in memory, unable to see the masked face clearly.

Memories so far.

Duan Shu concealed his background as an actor, and told Li Jianian this slightly humorous little story.

Then he watched Li Jianian's reaction, and he didn't relax until the latter had a happy expression on his face.

"It's very interesting, I like this story." Li Jianian continued to say, "It would be great if I was on the scene. I really want to see with my own eyes the awkward atmosphere between you after the director's identity was revealed."

Just like this moment.

The secret of the stand-in is publicly revealed, and those who once held the dominant position are in a dilemma, not knowing whether to turn left or right; those who think they are playing with toys finally realize their original feelings, but they don't know whether there is still a chance of redemption .

The protagonists gather together for a tasteless breakfast, and the blade makes a stiff sound on the porcelain plate.

Duan Shu, who was in the center of several lines of sight, focused his eyes and told Li Jianian a story that had nothing to do with the present, as if this was the most important thing in his heart.

After the story ended, Li Jianian's joy and the reluctance of the other two formed a sharp contrast, and the glass in Qi Wenxiao's hand almost shattered.

And Duan Shu finally realized something belatedly.

He murmured: "This hotel is very good."

There are plenty of food on the buffet breakfast table for anyone to choose from. There are many kinds of coffee alone, not just latte.

An An, the front desk clerk, is no longer as innocent and enthusiastic as yesterday. She seems to have glimpsed some kind of secret, and looks here frequently, showing anxiety.It is completely different from Aunt Fang, a maid who only knows how to watch TV dramas and cook.

There is also a dramatic story of catching rape that suddenly happened in the background of the stage that should have been hidden.

Hearing his whisper, Li Jianian responded, "That's why I like this place very much."

A certain trance feeling rose in Duan Shu's heart.

This hot spring hotel is undoubtedly an important scene. Its creators have devoted a lot of effort and carefully designed these contents without any perfunctory, making each frame like a movie screen with complex meanings.

Here, he was finally forced to look directly at his pale self, and began to try hard to recall the buried past.

Then, in the slowly coming sense of déjà vu, he remembered the story that also happened at the hotel breakfast time.

Four breakfast guests, similar seating arrangement, similar subtle atmosphere.

Duan Shu looked at the guests with lively expressions around him, as if he wanted to see the person who always stayed in the cafe through them.

Is it a coincidence?

Li Jianian noticed his ecstasy, and asked curiously, "Why don't you eat it? Does it not suit your appetite?"

After a long time, Duan Shu finally recovered his voice: "No, it's delicious, I just suddenly want to drink latte."

"It's over there, do you want me to get you a cup?"

"No need, I suddenly remembered the store near my home." He shook his head, his face returned to normal, "I will go to the store to drink when the trip is over."

Li Jianian responded softly, looked at him intently, and a narrow smile spread across his face.

"You're not thinking of a latte, you're thinking of someone else." His tone seemed to be jealous, but he raised it affectionately, "Who do you think of?"