Immersive performance [entertainment circle]

Except for the fact that the injured person is different, this scene almost overlaps with the picture in the dream.

Pei Lang was instantly chilled from head to toe, cold sweat oozing from his palms.

Li Bai found that something was wrong with him, he quickly got up and came over: "What's wrong?"

"Don't look." Pei Lang suppressed the fear in his heart, closed the door and ordered, "Call the police and say that someone is injured here. The injured person has been stabbed in the abdomen, has lost a lot of blood, and is unconscious now...I, I will go and see. See if the person is still alive."

"What are you looking at!" Li Bai grabbed him and yelled while calling the police, "Hurry up and call 120 too! You are not a doctor, so don't look blindly, lest you accidentally hurt someone again and destroy the on site."

"……Um."

Pei Lang closed his eyes hard, and found that he seemed to be a little affected by the dream, and he was not as calm and rational as Li Bai at this time.

In fact, he had dropped out of school less than a semester after entering the police academy. He hadn't started to learn a lot of knowledge, and he didn't know how to give first aid in such a situation. If he moved around, he might aggravate the injury of the victim.

As for the first aid in the dream... I'm afraid he can only be so proficient in the dream.

The two hurriedly finished the phone call, and all they could do after that was wait.

Li Bai wanted to go out to see the situation over there, but Pei Lang shut the door involuntarily.

For some reason, he just didn't want Li Bai to see that scene.

Mingming Libai is also an adult man, but he inexplicably feels that he should protect the other party and prevent Li Bai from seeing that bloody and terrifying scene.

The subsequent development was similar to that in the dream, but this time Pei Lang was indeed not qualified to participate in the investigation of the case.Since he and Li Bai didn't see the delivery man at all, they were not allowed to watch the surveillance video to accuse them.

After finishing the notes and returning home, the takeaway has been completely cold.Coupled with what happened before, neither of them was in the mood to eat.

Li Bai lay on the sofa, raised his arms to cover his eyes, and muttered complainingly: "It's hard to take a day off, but this kind of thing happened to me, alas, annoying."

This sentence somehow touched Pei Lang's nerves, he suddenly became nervous, and began to discuss: "How about we live in another place?"

"...Ah?" Li Bai sat up and looked at him like he was insane, "Are you okay? Why are you always so surprised today? Let's live in another place... It's easy to say, feelings are not about you paying the rent Huh? I just paid the rent for two quarters to the landlord a few days ago, you said you can change the place if you change the place?"

"...I'll just say it casually, why do you always hate me?" Pei Lang frowned unhappily, "Aren't you very kind to others?"

"I'm friendly with strangers, why pretend to be with you?" Li Bai clicked his tongue, "Why do you look at me with such an aggrieved expression? It's a hot day, don't send me spring here."

"...I don't know either." Pei Lang didn't bother to refute his words for a moment, brushed his hair and said, "It always feels weird."

Li Bai hummed: "I think you are the weirdest."

After a pause, he seemed to think of something, and his expression became serious: "Hey, let me tell you, will it have any effect on your illness after seeing such a bloody scene? How about I accompany you to see a doctor? "

Pei Lang originally wanted to say that this matter had nothing to do with his depression, but somehow swallowed the words and said, "Okay, I'll make an appointment with the doctor."

The two went to the hospital, Pei Lang entered the consultation room to see his doctor, while Li Bai sat outside and waited.

The doctor's name is Zhuo Hongwei, a middle-aged man with a benevolent face. Pei Lang has been receiving treatment with him, so he should trust him very much. Pei Lang subconsciously resisted communicating with him.

So he pursed his lips and said nothing, and the doctor kept writing something, and didn't greet him immediately.

After about 5 minutes, the doctor finally stopped writing, raised his head and asked him, "Are you here with your friend today?"

"……Um."

Pei Lang remembered that the doctor seemed dissatisfied with Li Bai, and always hinted that he would have less contact with Li Bai, so he didn't like talking about Li Bai with the doctor, so he responded vaguely, then changed the subject: "I I ran into a murder case and felt uncomfortable, so I came here to chat with you."

"Oh?" The doctor put down his pen, stood up and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him, "Don't be nervous, let's sit and talk on the sofa over there."

"..."

When Pei Lang was touched by him, his shoulders trembled inexplicably.

Then he realized that the doctor's voice seemed oddly familiar.It's not because of the familiarity caused by chatting with the other party in the past, but a vague and vague strange feeling.

Under the guidance of the doctor, he slowly told the other party what happened today, including his dreams, and then slowly relaxed under the doctor's comfort.

It took more than two hours for him to leave the consultation room, and Li Bai was still sitting in his original position waiting for him.

Pei Lang walked over, Li Bai heard the movement, raised his head and smiled at him.

This beautiful smiling face overlapped with the boy in the dream, and Pei Lang suddenly remembered that the doctor's voice seemed to be the voice of the middle-aged man who threatened him in the dream.

No wonder he felt that strange.

But as a patient, it should be normal for him to subconsciously resist the doctor, so in his dream he regarded the doctor as a terrifying threat.

Wanting to understand this point, Pei Lang felt as if a boulder had landed in his heart, and he immediately became more relaxed.

The two had a meal outside, Li Bai said that the bath towels at home were old and wanted to buy new ones, so he dragged Pei Lang to the mall again.

After buying bath towels and returning home, Pei Lang and Li Bai suddenly received a call from the police station, asking them to go to the police station again for investigation.

"Didn't you ask all the questions you should ask before?" Pei Lang frowned, "Is there anything else that can be investigated?"

"Hmm." Li Bai tapped the phone screen with his slender fingers, "Maybe it's because I went down to throw out the trash last night, and they checked the surveillance and saw it."

"What?" Pei Lang asked in surprise, "Did you take out the trash last night? I was too busy playing games and didn't pay attention."

"Ah."

Li Bai lowered his head slightly, his dark eyes were covered by thick eyelashes.

He hooked his lower lip lightly, and said softly, "Go and throw away the bath towel."

After filming this scene, Ji Shuyuan went to look at the monitor and asked him to take a few more close-up shots.

Zhongqin's face was intentionally turned pale, coupled with his expression, it really looked suspenseful.

After finishing the close-up shots, Zhongqin immediately went to wash his face after today's work was over.

Recently, Ji Shuyuan has sensitive nerves. He was okay when he was filming, but he fell ill after the scene. He always felt that Zhongqin was going to go with the wind. He had to keep an eye on people all the time. It might not be so good to "comfort" at night. Turning over in sleep can wake him up.

Zhongqin was afraid that his sickly complexion would easily bring him into the scene, so he patted his face after washing to make himself look more rosy and refreshed.

When he came out of the bathroom, Ji Shuyuan was looking for people all over the world again.

Zhongqin trotted over and was grabbed by him, his eyes and voice were suppressed together: "Where did you go?"

"Wash your face." Zhongqin glanced around, seeing no one noticed, stood on tiptoe and quickly rubbed his wet cheek against Ji Shuyuan's ear, "It's not done yet."

Ji Shuyuan raised his hand to wipe off the drops of water on his chin, and then wiped his lips heavily with the moistness: "Go back."

"En." Zhongqin was held by him, and the crowd did not break away.

In fact, these two people have basically been in a semi-public state in the crew these days.

At first Zhongqin wanted to hide it, but later he found that Ji Shuyuan's state was really difficult to hide, so he had no choice but to let him go.Anyway, I don't want to hang out in the industry anymore, I just run away after filming this movie, what am I doing?

Fortunately, Ji Shuyuan is not really crazy, and he knows a little bit of propriety, holding hands and touching faces in front of people at most, not kissing and hugging.

I couldn't control it in the car.

Ji Shuyuan imprisoned Zhongqin in his arms, pinched his hand and opened his fingers one by one to rub against his neck. He insisted on making every inch of his skin as warm as his.

"Wash with hot water next time." Ji Shuyuan said, "If you can't find hot water, go back to the hotel and wash again."

"Why," Zhongqin said with a smile, "do you think I'm too cold to die..."

"To shut up."

"Okay." Zhongqin slapped his mouth twice, "I was wrong, don't be angry."

Ji Shuyuan pinched his face, and began to settle accounts with him: "Some time ago, when you played a sunny and cheerful scene, you always had to take several shots before passing it. Why did you pass it at one time today? Even the close-ups are so good, you are a little pervert in your bones? "

"Director Ji, are you being unreasonable?" Zhongqin sighed, "Obviously you always picked on me before, otherwise I could have done it once before."

"No." Ji Shuyuan said solemnly, "You are always very handy in playing people with such gloomy personalities. For example, when you played Shi Huaian before, the more tragic the scene, the better you were."

"..."

Zhongqin looked at him quietly for a while, then sighed again: "How do you want me to explain to you, Mr. Ji? Don't you know why I am so handy? Because like me, I don't need to act at all, I... hiss!"

The conversation came to an abrupt end, because Ji Shuyuan suddenly tore off his collar and took a bite at the place where his shoulder and neck met.

Good thing the car has fenders.

Zhongqin swallowed the last half of his exclamation, and cursed in a low voice: "Are you sick?!"

"I regret it." Ji Shuyuan pressed his waist and hugged him tightly, and said in a low voice, "I shouldn't have let you act in this play."

"...It's actually okay, really." Zhongqin stroked his hair reassuringly, "In general, this character design doesn't look like me, but there is only a small part of it, and it's still viewed from Pei Lang's perspective. It's not the real situation, it's far worse than Shi Huai'an's character at the beginning. It's just you...you are too worrying...to be honest, I can't understand why you are so substituted into this drama..."

"Because you always vaccinate me." Ji Shuyuan said, "You always imply that you might leave."

Zhongqin was stunned: "I, I didn't..."

In fact, there are, he did say several times, if he leaves, please ask Ji Shuyuan not to let go.

But that's because he doesn't feel safe—it's not that he doesn't trust Ji Shuyuan, but that he doesn't trust himself.

He thought that Ji Shuyuan could understand, and Ji Shuyuan could indeed understand, but he forgot that Ji Shuyuan is not an iron wall, not to mention that he is the weakness of "an iron wall".

Even the protagonist in the story who has the power of "resurrection" will still avoid death because of fear of pain.

So even if Ji Shuyuan firmly believes that he can hold on to himself, even if he firmly believes in "recovering what is lost", he will still be afraid of the pain caused by loss.

Iron walls also need a sense of security, knowing that they are strong enough to be fearless.

"Did Tan Zhiyuan's death really have no effect on you?" Ji Shuyuan looked into his eyes deeply, "I asked you at the time, but you were perfunctory, so I didn't ask again. It's not that I didn't want to ask, you know, I'm waiting for you to tell me yourself."

"I didn't perfunctory you, I just don't know how to describe it."

Zhongqin leaned over his shoulder, remained silent for a moment, and said, "I'm a little sad, but it's definitely not because I miss him. I haven't seen him in so many years, and I don't even have any hatred other than disgust." So thick, to me, he's really just a stranger."

"Yes." Ji Shuyuan responded, "I know."

"So...in fact, it's not because Tan Zhiyuan's death made me sad..." Zhongqin said slowly, "but because...I realized very truly and personally on that day that I really don't have a father."

"It didn't exist in the past, and it doesn't exist in the future." Zhongqin said, "Even the one in the fantasy will never exist again."

"So... I'm kind of scared.

"Maybe I did something outrageous in my previous life, so... I don't seem to deserve to have relatives in this life—whether it is those who are related to me in blood, such as Tan Zhiyuan, such as my grandma and grandpa, and a few others The relatives I had a lot of contact with when I was young; or those who have nothing to do with me, such as the aunt who took care of me when I was young-they didn’t die, as if there was some kind of retribution...

"But lovers will become relatives in the end, won't they?"

"Mr. Ji, I don't want to be so superstitious, but I dare not bet with you."

Zhongqin looked up at Ji Shuyuan, and said seriously: "Apart from you, there is only Zhong Fangfei left beside me. I hate her, but I hope she will live a long and peaceful life."

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Sorry for being late, I can’t afford QAQ on my knees

感谢在2021-12-0717:29:09~2021-12-1323:57:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Zhaohua Liyan, Doudou Doudou Croton 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles of Zhaohua Liyan; Uncle, you lied to me for 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!