secret movie

The mobile phone lay quietly under the fluffy and soft quilt, and the high-hanging crystal chandelier was reflected on the dark screen, like a very oppressive dark cloud.

Duan Shu sat alone in the room, looking at the outside world. This scene seemed to have happened not long ago. The only difference is that the scenery outside the window is different. At this moment, there are pink and white crabapple flowers like a dream.

Hearing the sound of the turbulent waves at that time, he felt lost, not knowing where to go in the next second, and his mood was almost numb and calm.

But now, something is different.

A sense of sadness and anger that was unfamiliar to him swept through his heart, as if there was an automatic exposure film in front of his eyes, vividly printing the scenes that he hadn't actually seen.

The vocal music student who had the same appearance as him stood in the lonely alley, with the bitter smell of cigarettes still lingering between his fingers, his eyes chasing that tall figure lingeringly.

It began with the encounter between the hazy night and the blurred smoke, there must have been a romantic acquaintance.

He gradually thought that Lu Zhi also loved him, even if it was just a little bit.

Then, under the control of Lu Zhi's superb skills, he gave up his soul bit by bit, leaving only a body at the mercy of others, and the petty insistence of having dessert for breakfast every day.

Because he said he wanted to eat cream, the birthday star in the video cut out a cake covered with cream and put it on the coffee table next to him.

But he didn't have a chance to eat, so he chased the phantom left by the strange man and left. Maybe he never returned to the private room where the music was blaring. garbage can.

So in the following days, he would eat extremely sweet cakes every morning, and today Duan Shu just ate a tan chocolate brownie for him.

Every piece of cake is sweet and delicious, but it is no longer the original piece.

At the fork in the road of fate, if he hadn't taken the opportunity of smoking to look for that strange face, but stayed behind, ate the cream cake with a smile, continued to sing for his friends, and celebrated his birthday, maybe everything would have been different.

But he was wrong.

From then on, there is no redemption.

Duan Shu looked at himself reflected in the window glass, in a gorgeous deep wine red shirt, the scar on the back of his hand was about to heal, he didn't smile, and the illusory shadow had a sad face.

He doesn't like the color.

"Duan Shu" must not like it either.

There was the sound of steady footsteps on the stairs, and the TV plot was at its most exciting point. Most of the strawberries in front of the maid had been eaten, and she frowned, too lazy to turn her head: "What's the matter?"

A sudden question came from behind: "Are there any other colors of clothes at home?"

"No!" The maid said impatiently, "I'm already in the room, what do you want to do? The doctor called by Mr. Lu will be here in a while, don't worry about it."

The footsteps were getting closer, and she was about to say something more, but the next second, the voice passed by.

Someone pushed open the heavy door, and the sunlight poured in, shining on the shadow that didn't look back.

The light slowly faded, and the door closed again, leaving only the astonished face of the middle-aged woman.

The weather is nice outside.

In the streets in spring, the vegetation is lush, the earth is full of vitality, the sky is as bright as a mirror, pedestrians walk slowly, and enjoy the just right temperature lazily.

Duan Shu was walking alone on the side of the road full of people, looking at the vivid things around him with a little novelty.

Office buildings, convenience stores, stations, zebra crossings, pedestrians waiting for the red light to turn green, and large shopping malls with grand signs in the distance.

The sidewalk is covered with the reflections of flickering leaves, which are as colorful as stars, and beside the wanton bushes on the corner of the street, there is a heavy locomotive with a bright appearance slantedly parked.

At the crossroads, in a retro-looking cafe, customers came out with a smile, and the wind chimes hanging on the wooden handle were ringing crisply.

He was amazed, took a panoramic view of the gorgeous scenery, and continued to walk forward.

The shopping mall was very popular, Duan Shu randomly chose a men's clothing store and walked in, and the salesmen immediately greeted him hospitablely.

"Hi sir, what kind of clothes do you want to see? Your shirt is very special."

Duan Shu didn't care about the clothes: "Help me get some suits that suit me - no red and black tops, thank you."

The salesman was refreshed, and realized that there was a generous and talkative customer, so he immediately went to get it, and other colleagues rushed to help.

A few minutes later, Duan Shu looked at the clothes hangers piled up on their arms and laughed dumbfoundedly.

He was about to reach out to take it when the phone rang in his pocket.

"Sorry, take a call."

The caller displayed on the screen was Qi Wenxiao.

It was only then that Duan Shu remembered that he had just received a text message from this name not long ago, asking if he had woken up.

This person called him Brother Duan, and I don't know what the relationship with "Duan Shu" would be.

He avoided the salesmen and walked aside, answered the phone, without saying a word, waiting for the other party to speak first.

There was a sudden uproar, voices mixed with the sound of cars passing by, and then a carefree male voice came from the other end of the receiver: "Morning Brother Duan—you just woke up and still haven't slept?"

The words came out, and the laughter of others spread in the background.

Duan Shu was sensitive to a trace of subtle malice.

He responded cautiously: "Just got up, what's the matter?"

"Oh, I have nothing to do, I just came out after the show, waiting for the car, I remembered Brother Duan." Qi Wenxiao's voice was tinged with drunkenness, "It's a pity you didn't come last night, tsk tsk, it's rare that the place is so hot, so many beauties... ...There are also many handsome guys."

His tone paused, tinged with a bit of vague narrowness: "Why does Lawyer Lu suddenly control you so strictly? Didn't he say that everything depends on you! Can Brother Duan still come out to play in the future? You are not here, and there is no wine." It's boring to open a few bottles, the wine you open tastes better."

After a few words, Duan Shu understood clearly.

"Duan Shu" will pay for the consumption of this group of drinking and meat friends, and will also fabricate the way of getting along with Lu Zhi in front of them. Meet them secretly.

This group of friends who I don't know where to meet, but who are willing to cooperate with him in the performance, are the only outlet for him to suppress his emotions. Only in front of them, he seems to be himself.

The "Duan Shu" who bares his vanity generously, has unlimited expectations for the future, is high-spirited and is not afraid to show himself.

Duan Shu laughed, and his voice became brighter: "I have to follow him once or twice... next time I will definitely come, and it will be mine."

There was an obvious flamboyance in his tone, like a young master who was spoiled and proud.

He likes the clear voice in that video, and also likes the confident look of the owner of that voice after being called a big star.

He wants to keep this only vanity for him.

Qi Wenxiao pretended to beg for mercy and said, "Oh, it's okay, don't provoke us single dogs."

The people around him whispered something, and he immediately realized it, and changed the topic: "By the way, Brother Duan, are you going there with Lawyer Lu at night?"

Duan Shu thought, this malice finally got to the point.

He wondered, "Where are you going?"

"Hey! Lawyer Lu won't bring you?" Qi Wenxiao pretended to be surprised, "The charity dinner at the Jinhui Hotel——you don't know?"

"Duan Shu" would of course not answer that he doesn't know.

So he seemed to have just remembered it, and denied it flatly: "Well, I don't think it's interesting, and I told him before that I don't want to go."

Qi Wenxiao suddenly realized: "No wonder, then I blamed Lin Zi wrongly, so he was right."

Duan Shu asked further: "What did he see?"

Qi Wenxiao yawned, and said as if nothing had happened: "He said that he saw Lawyer Lu went to the newly opened gallery in the city center with a big bouquet of flowers. It's because you didn't go."

Galleries, flowers, painters.

Villa, burgundy, oil painting.

Lu Zhi went out wearing a formal dress that was too exaggerated for work, and went to the gallery with flowers. He was going to attend a dinner with the painter in the evening.

Scattered details are connected in series.

The panic that the other party wanted to hear flashed across his voice: "They knew each other because of the case before, and it's normal to go together."

Qi Wenxiao smiled inexplicably: "Then do you still think the dinner party is boring?"

Through his reaction, Duan Shu knew that he had guessed right, and that the client who caused Lu Zhi's first failure and was deeply infatuated with him was this painter whose name he still did not know.

Aware of his silence, Qi Wenxiao added in a natural tone: "I mean, do you want to go with us at night? It's not bad to go for a while. Anyway, you're free at home, right? Brother Duan."

Duan Shu stood outside the door of the men's clothing store, listening to the malicious invitation with a calm expression. The salesman inside the glass door held a large pile of clothes and looked at his figure, as if worried that he would suddenly turn around and walk away. .

So he smiled, with the corners of his mouth raised, and his fingertips lightly touched the cold glass, but his tone was completely opposite, faintly revealing some kind of strong composure.

"Okay, then I will accompany you to take a look."

He won't go away.

The original ending of the story was that Lu Zhi realized that the stand-in game was about to be exposed in front of his sweetheart, so he took a step ahead and destroyed this living evidence without any emotion.

And Qi Yan asked him to try to take Lu Zhi out of the plot, to experience new feelings, whether it is love, hatred, or regret... Duan Shu also thought about which direction would be more reasonable and easier.

But now, he suddenly didn't want to make a choice.

He wanted Lu Zhi to taste these tastes at the same time.

The author has something to say:

Dog man number two!