Lofty future

There are many legends about death. For example, people will see important fragments of their life flash one by one like movie screens before they die.

If this is true, then the scene of meeting Chi Xue today will definitely be included in my "Dying Movie".

He came out of the studio alone, without any disguise.

It seems that I found a small truck to drive temporarily. The car probably often drives outside. It looks like it has been through vicissitudes of life.

He himself was like a flower among the rocks in the dusty car.So out of place, so dazzling.So much so that when I saw him walking down with a smile, I was in a trance.

Suddenly, I understood the flamboyant descriptions of his fans, like "God-like..." or something.

Now, this "godlike" person came to me, took the suitcase in my hand, put it in the back seat of the car, and then opened the door of the passenger seat to let me get in.

Unlike his personal cars, this one was just a regular pickup, with no privacy film on the windows, and he looked more normal to me than ever.

On the contrary, it was me, with an itch that couldn't be shown in my heart, wanting to blaspheme.

"The studio is quite busy these days. They are making a small documentary for me. People are running outside, so I can only pick you up like this." After driving out of the airport, he turned off the music in the car and said.

It makes no difference to me whether there is music or not, but for him, the space becomes quiet when the music is turned off.

Maybe also become pure and private.So he stretched out his hand to me and said coquettishly, "Give me a hug."

I passed my hand over and put it in his palm.

Our hands are about the same size, and we haven't really matched each other into the roles of traditional male-female relationships in terms of sex, but I subconsciously put my hands in it.

This kind of thing is very subtle, and it is even more subtle because it happened naturally - Chi Xue realized it, and was greatly pleased by me, and the strength of her grip was hot.

My throat couldn't help being a little dry and hoarse, and it took me a while to move my eyes away from the hands that were entangled and rubbing each other, and look forward.

I think I must look like a monk who is distracted and pure by reciting scriptures.

"Want to go to my studio?" After a long while, he asked, before I could answer, he said again, "I'm the only one here."

"……it is good."

I've discovered a long time ago that Chi Xue is a person who likes to make public money for personal gain.

When filming "A Lonely Happy Event", he abducted Gu Bai to play the show, used a camera to assault me, and also liked to let the staff think he was sneaking me.

The day after the last scene was filmed, he locked us in the bathroom and kissed, something like that I guarantee he would love to be gossip about.

He doesn't seem to have ended his boyish rebelliousness so far, eager to commit crimes and be blamed.He was obsessed with the sense of confrontation he was in.

And if, I am still willing to fight with him, he will feel that he is invincible and omnipotent, and can do anything.

Just like it is now.

The studio has obviously been busy with busy work recently, and there is a work form in a conspicuous place at the entrance, which is densely covered with handwritten notes.

Some equipment that I know or don't know is piled up in the aisle. Maybe it was temporarily used and I forgot to put it away, or maybe it was specially placed in the most convenient place.

The chairs in the meeting room were all messed up, and the paper and pens on the table were confiscated, as if they were ready for a meeting at any time.There are several sheets of paper nailed to the whiteboard, and various colored highlighters are drawn across the words and sentences on them.

Throughout the studio, there are four invisible characters written on every sign: office space.

He was excited unscrupulously in the most serious part of the office.He bullied himself over to the long table where the meeting had only been held a long time ago.

"window……"

"It's okay, no one."

"Too bright." I protested.

He paused for a while, touched the drawer of the conference table and pulled out a remote control, lowered the curtains, and the room gradually fell into ambiguous darkness. "Is it alright?" He whispered in my ear.

I responded positively, swallowing his breath in my throat.He was encouraged fiercely by me, standing in front of the table and clamping me down, almost making me unable to move.

He said to Cheng, are you afraid?My heart was heaving, and I stared into his eyes and smiled: "What do I need to be afraid of?"

"I said that before, mundane and dangerous, and now..." The foreheads were pressed against each other, too close, only breathing, eyes blurred, "Are you sure? Are you really willing?"

"Are you such a gentleman to others?"

"You are different."

I couldn't help being like a girl who fell into hypocrisy, and couldn't help but ask the bottom line: "What's the difference?"

"You can't lose. If you get angry and walk away, I will die."

"Bullshit."

"No……"

"Do it." I put my face up and put my lips on his, "Fuck (me."

He picked me up abruptly and moved to another, more "office" place—his editing room.Obviously, this is where he is more satisfied, because this is his real work space.

Until it got dark, no one else returned to the studio as expected.

After my head cleared from the frenzy, I was so thankful no one came back.Otherwise, when I first came here, I would leave traces of crime in every room here, and it would be hard not to be ashamed to be seen.

What is that word called?Social death.

I know that Chi Xue has no sense of shame in this kind of thing, but I'm not as well-informed as he is, so I can't take the exposure of private behaviors calmly.

He fell asleep and I couldn't sleep.

To be precise, I dare not fall asleep.With wisps of that nightmarish feeling on the plane still stuck to my cortex, I'm officially terrified of sleep.

Just in time, I can take advantage of this time to clean up the traces that should not be there, and visit this studio by the way.

As the night slowly falls, I feel the place that belongs to Chi Xue alone.It's hard to tell whether it's because it's true or because of the effect of psychological suggestion. My hidden worries have all subsided, and my heart is extremely at ease.

Restoring the places we messed and dirty one by one, and then returning to the editing room, Chi Xue was still sleeping soundly on his sofa.His face looked tired and satisfied, with a slight frown between his brows.

I just squatted in front of him and watched him sleep, and listened to his breathing. I didn't feel tired of seeing or listening to him at all, as if I could watch him forever like this.

It turns out that what junior high school students like to copy in their notebooks is not groundless.

I don't know how long after watching this, I realized later that there was a third person in the room.It's all because I can't hear, I don't know when other people came in, if I didn't stand up with numb feet, I don't know how long I would be surrounded by crowds.

"……Hello, I am……"

"Xiang Cheng." The other party smiled, said my name accurately, and looked at me as if he already knew me.

No, not just acquaintance, but familiarity.

In fact, not only did he know me well, but I knew him too—in a way and sense.I also knew that sooner or later I would face him directly, but I didn't expect to be here, so caught off guard.

I was nervous and couldn't control myself, my vocal cords were trembling slightly: "Mr. Xiao."