secret movie

Duan Shu clearly realized that Wen Youli was showing weakness to him.

Whether it is the birthday cake brought to the deceased, or the name on the tombstone that combines the names of two people, or even the absent father who should have been here, they have no voice, but at this moment they are silently telling Wen Youlan's pain.

It was a real and piercing pain, and it completely changed Wen Youlan's fate from the day when the disaster happened in her youth.

Duan Shu is no longer surprised why Wen Youli developed such a character. When a helpless night walker has lost hope in his life, but there is an ignorant young relative by his side, this impenetrable The protection, the diversion of the elusive and elusive vision of a bright life, happened as a matter of course.

If it was the real younger brother in the story, how would he react to Wen Youlan's plea now?Understand brother's difficulties, then forgive and accept...

Then he returned to Wen Youli's side, moved out of the club, and relived the two-person world with only each other.

When Duan Shu thought of this, what came to mind was the flickering light bulb in the corridor of the club, which was carefully repaired by another person.

If he did go back, he would never see the light that was only on at night again.

Has Wen Youlan really woke up?What does he want is that his younger brother moves back to live without interfering with each other and starts a new way of getting along, or does he want everything to return to the previous track?

Duan Shu is not sure.

He didn't want to lose that lamp with certainty because of an illusory possibility.

Wen Youlan was still watching him, watching her younger brother's expression change from hesitation to struggling to making up his mind.

Then he heard his younger brother say, "Brother, you should have your own life."

"I never left, you don't need to ask me to come back. If you really understand, you will know that all the attention should not be on me."

"You have your life, and I have mine. You have wasted your life for me, and I don't want that."

"I need to go out to have dinner with friends, and maybe I will fall in love in the future, and you are the same, you don't have to cook for me every day, you don't have to worry about taking care of everything for me, when you are not working overtime, you can go out to drink with colleagues instead of staying at home I."

"The shadow of the past is over, don't let it hold you back, you are free, and so am I."

The younger brother who had already grown up in front of him spoke sweetly of concern.

But Wen Youli could hear the rejection hidden behind these words.

Fresh rose petals fell silently.

He no longer insisted, but whispered: "If you live outside alone, you will encounter many accidents. If something unhappy happens, remember to tell me."

When she said this, Wen Youlan stared into her younger brother's eyes, as if she wanted to judge from his eyes whether he was doing well or not.

Duan Shu nodded: "Okay, I will."

So Wen Youlan stopped talking. He bent down and gently opened the cake for his mother.

Duan Shu helped him from the side, and the atmosphere was always filled with a slight sense of loss until the end of the worship.

He didn't really tell Wen Youlan about his unhappiness.

On the return trip, Wen Youli sent him to the gate of the club, the two said goodbye, and the car quickly drove to the hospital.

As soon as Duan Shu walked in, he saw Zhuang Yue. He was sweating profusely just off the track, and was shyly chatting with a stranger who came up to talk to him.

Zhuang Yue did not disappear in Qi Yan's life as he wished.

Probably because he was unwilling to give up his long-time partner, Zhuang Yue began to practice in this club. He didn't harass Qi Yan, but occasionally talked to him.

He abides by a fairly appropriate sense of proportion, even if it is Qi Yan, it is difficult to criticize this guest who simply came to the club for consumption.

But for Duan Shu, every time he sees Zhuang Yue, he seems to be silently reminded: he is the one who came late.

Zhuang Yue is Qi Yan's first partner. They have been together for a long time. If it is not because of Zhuang Yue's own mentality, with Qi Yan's personality, they will definitely continue to partner like this.

In the imagination of this possibility, there is no longer a special place.

It was a haunting thought.

And what's more subtle is that Duan Shu couldn't say anything to Qi Yan because of this unrealized imagination.

Because Qi Yan's attitude has been very clear, he rejected Zhuang Yue without hesitation, and is also working hard to prepare for the next rally with Duan Shu, and can't find any problems from him.

Duan Shu had no choice but to digest this strange and complicated emotion alone.

Sensitive Qi Yan obviously noticed the change in his state, and offered to go to the deserted roads in the suburbs to do outdoor practice, leaving the boring field training for a change of mood.

Duan Shu agreed without thinking.

At least Zhuang Yue can't follow there.

Far away from the center of the city, the traffic on the road gradually became thinner. It was not until entering the abandoned section of the road that few people went, and the surroundings finally became completely silent, that Qi Yan took the initiative to provoke the topic.

"Are you not happy?"

Qi Yan was still sitting in the passenger seat, looking sideways at him.

Duan Shu didn't know how to answer.

He wanted to ask Qi Yan if he would go back to be a driver, if he would really be persuaded by Zhuang Yue, and if he would mind being a foil...

But he knew that these questions were redundant.

Qi Yan clearly told him the answer.

There was silence in the car, Qi Yan thought for a while, and tried to guess: "Is it because Zhuang Yue has come here often recently?"

"If you feel uncomfortable, I will try to communicate with him again and tell him not to practice."

Qi Yan's tone sounded apologetic: "Actually, I told him about it the first day, but he still insisted on coming. I remember that he was not like this before."

I don't remember him being like this before.

Duan Shu stared at him blankly, then slowly shook his head.

Not because of Zhuang Yue's recent appearance.

It is because in the life of Qi Yan in the story, Zhuang Yue appeared earlier than him.

There is a much longer past and events between them than he and Qi Yan, and they have witnessed each other's transformation from youthful to mature, which is a memory that others will never be able to penetrate.

So he couldn't help minding that.

When this thought crossed Duan Shu's mind, that strange sense of familiarity resurfaced.

He was drawn by a certain inertia hidden deep in his memory, and subconsciously said: "If it's me first..."

That sentence surfaced in the buried memory.

"……met you."

It was another voice who said this sentence, deep and magnetic, in the past there would be casual banter, but at that moment there was only stubborn unwillingness.

——If I met you first.

——Are you not going to take him so seriously?

When the words fell to the ground, Duan Shu belatedly realized that the voice that sounded from the bottom of his heart was very similar to Qi Yan's.

Qi Yan, who was beside him, heard his murmur, was surprised for a moment, then lowered his head, and replied with an indiscernible expression: "But, there is no if."

No if.

The lost memory is getting louder and louder in the depths of the body.

In the past, Duan Shu also gave exactly the same answer to that short hypothesis.

Now, he switches places with the people around him and re-enacts the conversation.

Duan Shu has experienced many exchanges in the world of Zeus. At first, Lu Zhi questioned his wounds, but later their positions were reversed, and it was his turn to look down from above.Qi Wenxiao's first phone call deliberately pulled him into the center of the storm, and then he picked up the other party's phone again, and it was replaced by him deliberately bringing Qi Wenxiao into the hot spring villa...

Duan Shu always thought it was just a coincidence, a logical choice that everyone would make when emotions were pushed to the right place.

Now he suddenly realizes that maybe this kind of neat confrontation and exquisite design is the practice of the designer behind the story. He is practicing how to calmly introduce the free experiencer into the situation he wants to reproduce .

Like this moment.

He personally experienced the unwillingness and resentment of being a latecomer, while the other party, unable to do anything about the time that has passed, could only answer dryly: "No if."

How did the latecomers answer him at that time?

Those complicated emotions and memory fragments drift and reverberate in the sea of ​​heart together, washing the atrium that is gradually no longer pale, and coloring it little by little.

Duan Shu remembered that delusional answer.

He looked at Qi Yan beside him, and repeated slowly.

"Reality cannot be changed."

"But in the story, we can start from scratch."