Reborn Doll Life

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Halfway through the movie, Lin Su discovered a strange thing.

The person next to him was watching very seriously, not watching the movie seriously, but looking at someone on the screen seriously.

Lin Su wiped his sweat silently, not because he was boasting, although he understood that Shang Yuze was good-looking and was very popular with fans, but Qing Ci was always staring at his role like this, and Lin Su felt a lot of pressure.

Although the light in the theater is not very bright, the emotion in Qingci's eyes is quite obvious.Lin Su couldn't help muttering in his heart, why did Qingci watch this movie, he felt that the other party paid more attention to the male protagonist on the screen than the movie content.

He always thought that Qing Ci belonged to the kind of cold person who talked less, but Qing Ci looked at Shang Yuze's expression and told Lin Su that there was a fire burning in this seemingly cold body.

It is necessary for him to re-examine the new craftsman in the toy store. Maybe Qingci's enthusiasm is not only in artistic creation, but also has a very high enthusiasm for specific people.

But regarding the subject of Shang Yuze, Lin Su was not very willing to mention it.His past self made his heart ache, and he had no choice but to pin his hopes on Lin Su to realize those unrealized dreams.

Looking back, Lin Su pretended not to care, grabbed the popcorn and put it in his mouth. It was quite sweet and tasted better than expected.

When the movie was about to come to an end, Lin Su heard low sobs in the theater, not because he was sad about the story of the movie, but because of the death of the leading actor in the movie.

Shang Yuze is gone, and there will be no next movie.

Those low cries came from all directions, Lin Su's heart tightened instantly, he shook his head uncomfortably, as if the crying had hurt his eardrum.Soon, Lin Su bent down uncomfortably, and put his hands on his forehead, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Oops, his head hurts, and he can't breathe again.

Why at this time?

In the dark, Qingci supported him, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Lin Su shook his head vigorously: "I have a headache, I can't breathe."

Hearing this, Qingci took advantage of the opportunity to stand up and immediately took Lin Su out of the theater. He thought that the bad air here caused Lin Su to get sick.

But Lin Su refused to leave. It was a rare opportunity to see his posthumous work. He hoped to save it until the last moment, even though he already knew the ending of the story.He motioned to himself to rest for a while, so that Qingci didn't have to worry.

Qing Ci moved to the side of the sofa, making room for Lin Su to lie on his side, but Lin Su was tall, and his posture was not very comfortable curled up on the sofa. Qing Ci voluntarily provided his thigh as a pillow for Lin Su.

With a severe headache, Lin Su didn't have any scruples, and lay on Qingci's lap.He grabbed Qing Ci's hand, as if he needed a strength to support himself through the pain, he held it tightly.

He didn't know how hard he was trying, but Qing Ci never pulled back his hand. At the moment of Lin Su's headache, he squeezed Lin Su's hand slightly and comforted him silently.

For this person with similar hobbies to Shang Yuze, Qing Ci couldn't help but care more about him.

When the ending song played slowly, Lin Su slightly opened his eyes. The lights in the theater were already on. With so many audiences coming and going, it was still not suitable for him to lie on Qingci's lap.

He was about to get up and sit up, but Qingci pressed him to the original place, and said quietly: "Take a few minutes more rest."

It's not that Lin Su doesn't want to rest more, it's just that the eyes of people passing by here made him a little concerned, and he suddenly felt that someone was pointing in their direction and talking about it.

But Qing Ci didn't seem to care about other people's discussions at all, and insisted that Lin Su lie down in peace and talk about the future arrangements when his physical condition improved.

It wasn't until the end of the film that the subtitles were all over and the people in the theater had left one after another. Then Lin Su slowly got up, straightened his clothes, and walked out with Qing Ci.

The last one to leave with them was a middle-aged woman in a black suit with a small white flower in her hair.She lowered her head and kept a low profile, but Lin Su still recognized her at a glance.

How could he not recognize his mother, Zhang Xin.

Staring at the person in front of him, Lin Su's heart ached. His mother had lost a lot of weight recently, and her face was extremely pale, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.My own departure hit my mother particularly hard.

Mother usually goes to bed early, but today she actually came here to watch the zero-point scene of Shang Yuze's posthumous work. Lin Su clearly saw the red eyes of the other party from crying.

Zhang Xin's consciousness was a little erratic, her footsteps were unsteady, and when she reached the exit of the theater, she suddenly slanted her body and fell to the side.

Lin Su didn't even think about it, he stepped forward to support the other party in two or three steps.He opened his mouth, but he couldn't express the concern on the edge of his mouth, so he could only ask softly: "Are you okay?"

Zhang Xin raised a smile with difficulty, and said lightly: "Thank you, I'm fine."

After speaking, Zhang Xin walked forward unsteadily.

Lin Su was very hesitant. It was almost two o'clock in the morning, and his mother's precarious appearance made Lin Su feel relieved that she would go back alone.Besides, after returning home, there must be only my mother guarding the house alone.

He has to do something.

"Aunt Zhang," Lin Su suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "It's getting late, I'll take you home."

Hearing this, Zhang Xin was very puzzled, her movements froze, and she looked at Lin Su in confusion, as if she was quite unsure whether Lin Su was talking to her.

"Are you calling me?" Zhang Xin was confused.

Lin Su smiled and nodded: "At first, I was a little worried that I had identified the wrong person, but when I watched Shang Yuze's movie, I thought it should be you."

Zhang Xin was confused and didn't say a word, as if he didn't really believe Lin Su's words.

Lin Su understood that he urgently needed a suitable identity to show his mother that he was not malicious, and that someone who could prove his friendly identity was very useful.

"Aunt Zhang, I've seen your photo. Maybe you haven't seen me, but I believe someone has told you about me." Lin Su paused, then smiled, "I'm Shang Yuze's friend, I'm Sean."

Lin Su's tone was firm. He was sure that he had mentioned Xiao En's existence to his mother, and had talked about many things that made him laugh from ear to ear. He shared these joys with his mother, so that the depressed mother could laugh out loud. Voice.

In order to strengthen her mother's trust, Lin Su said something about Xiao En and Monk Yuze's past.

Gradually, Zhang Xin's frowning brows relaxed, and she held Lin Su's hand with red eyes, her voice trembling: "He often tells me about you, and every time he mentions you, he is very happy."

Feeling that his mother had more trust in him, Lin Su couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled: "Yes, because we are always sharing each other's happiness."

It was rare for Zhang Xin to meet someone related to his son, so he couldn't help but ask, "Did you watch the zero scene of Ozawa's movie alone?"

Lin Su waved his hand: "I came with my friends."

As he spoke, Lin Su turned sideways, and the moment he pointed at Qingci, he was surprised to find that Qingci was standing still, looking at him repeatedly with complicated eyes.I can't tell what it feels like to see that kind of gaze, but Lin Su clearly sensed that Qing Ci at this moment is very unfriendly.

Qingci's lips were tightly closed, and she stared at Lin Su quietly, her sharp eyes seemed to pierce Lin Su.

Lin Su chatted with his mother for a while, seeing that it was getting late, so he suggested that Qingci drive his mother for a ride.

Along the way, Lin Su chatted with Zhang Xin, and Qingci drove in silence. He never said a word, but the expression on his face became more and more serious.

The moment Zhang Xin stepped into the elevator, there was a hint of sadness in Zhang Xin's eyes: "Xiao Ze said, he will go to your place to play first, and then invite you to our house. At that time, he was very happy and arranged the house well. Unfortunately, But I couldn't wait for you to come."

Lin Su calmly stretched out his hand and pressed the number of the floor, which surprised Zhang Xin. Lin Su smiled and said: "28th floor, the first room on the right, with a white door. There are photos of you and him in the living room, and there are many of you The gourmet trophy he won. He said, when I come, I must try your handicrafts. Especially the cakes you bake, which are soft and tempting, and you will never forget them once you take a bite. "

Hearing this, Zhang Xin's eyes glistened with tears. She grabbed Lin Su's hand and nodded repeatedly. She knew that this was what his son had said.It is rare for her son to have such a happy friend. She has been looking forward to meeting Sean, but she never knew it would be like this.

When Zhang Xin opened the door, a familiar aura came over his face, and Lin Su paused slightly.He reminded himself countless times not to touch Shang Yuze's past lightly.But he couldn't bear to see his mother's depression and grief. He hoped that he could still accompany his mother, even in another capacity.

Not many people knew of Sean's existence, and he had only talked with his mother in the past. Since he had never seen the deity, he never even mentioned Sean's real name to his mother.

The house was still the same as before, so quiet, so quiet that it made people panic, and my father didn't come home for a long time.

Lin Su couldn't help feeling sad, he couldn't even tell his mother the real cause of his death.Will dying at the hands of crazy fans make my mother feel a little better than dying at the hands of my father's illegitimate son?

Walking to the former room, Shang Yuze's bedroom has a posthumous photo and a spiritual tablet.

Lin Su lit three incense sticks for himself, paying homage to the sorrow of the past.

Zhang Xin boiled water and told them to rest for a while before leaving. The gift Shang Yuze wanted to give Xiao En was still kept at home.

This made Lin Su very embarrassed. The gift he bought for Xiao En failed to be sent out, and in the end he turned around and gave it to himself. It was really dumbfounding.But now that he is standing as Sean, it is impossible for him to say no to gifts to his mother.

Everything was going smoothly with Zhang Xin, but Lin Su was inexplicably afraid of Qingci around him, and Qingci's mood seemed to be getting worse and worse, showing a trend of intensification along the way.

At three o'clock in the morning, Lin Su didn't want to disturb his mother's rest anymore. He left his mobile phone number: "Aunt Zhang, Xiao En is my alias, and my real name is Lin Su. If you need any help, you can contact me at any time. I."

Zhang Xin accepted it thoughtfully. She pointed to the big gift box placed by Shang Yuze. Lin Su smiled helplessly: "It's too late today. I'll come over another day. Let's unwrap the presents and eat cake together."

Hearing this, Zhang Xin paused, and then raised the corners of his mouth in relief.

When he went downstairs, Lin Su could clearly feel the violent emotional fluctuations in Qingci's eyes, but he never expected that Qingci would not drive back to Mingxi's villa, but came to the outskirts of the city.

Qing Ci parked the car on the side of the road, Lin Su looked at the dark road outside the window, and sighed: "What are you doing?"

He didn't come home in the middle of the night and ran around outside.

Qing Ci looked away at Lin Su and said, "You are not Xiao En."

His words shocked Lin Su suddenly. There are only a handful of people who know about Shang Yuze and Xiao En's emails. Qingci is not an insider, so how could he tell the truth from the fake and see through himself.

Seeing that Lin Su didn't answer, Qingci emphasized his tone: "You're not Sean, why are you pretending to be him? Where did you get the contents of the email?"

The other party's decisive attitude made Lin Su feel a little guilty, but he said very calmly: "I am Xiao En."

Qingci stabilized his emotions, took out his mobile phone, logged into the mailbox, extracted the last email, and handed it to Lin Su, frowning: "You are not."

Lin Su stared at the email, slightly dazed.