This star is from the earth

In the photo, she and Han Jue went out for the first time, and Han Jue was pursuing her at that time.

It is not clear to say that it is a pursuit. Because during that period, he was always by her side, and she was happy to take him everywhere—in the name of a friend.

She and Han Jue met at a banquet, and he saved her from embarrassment. At that time, she recognized Han Jue who had stirred up a situation and then faded out of the public eye. Out of gratitude and curiosity, even though Han Jue's tone was extremely aggressive, she would Picked up a conversation with him. After seeing the other party's will to die, he also advised that it would hurt.

At that time, she thought that the two would never meet again, but in the following large receptions, they met frequently.

She was looking for opportunities to perform, while Han Jue just stood there, wandering around, not talking to anyone, with hard eyes, like a hunter looking for prey, always scaring people away. Occasionally, a woman like her who was invited by the organizer to enliven the atmosphere came to him, coveting his reputation that still had a little bit of heat, and Han Jue would just rudely tell the other party to go away and stay away from him.

It was probably the fourth time they met, she finally walked over and asked Han Jue what he was here for.

Perhaps it was because Han Jue still remembered her, so when talking to her, his attitude was not terrible or bad. Han Jue said that he came here to try to see if he could make friends, but it didn't seem to work.

She remembered what they had talked about when they first met—he wanted to find a friend to collect his body. While stunned, I felt a little funny, how could someone make friends in such a clumsy way, and it was for this reason.

She smiled and said to Han Jue, "You didn't believe me to collect your body before, so we can try to be friends first. We have met so many times, it is also a kind of fate, and I have many friends. I can introduce some to you.

Han Jue frowned and said, I have never been friends with a woman.

She said, it doesn't matter, I can teach you.

Afterwards, they exchanged contact information, and they no longer just met at receptions.

"Your friend asked you to come out to play, you have to come out immediately."

"A good thing happened to my friend, you want to treat me to celebrate. Do you know what I like to eat?"

"If your friend is in a bad mood, you need to comfort him. Bring the wine here quickly."

"I'm going to meet a producer later. If I don't come back in fifteen minutes, you can come pick me up. It's up to you."

"I told you what happened to me today, and you also told about yours."

"This dude is chasing me, and I hate him. Come here with flowers while we talk. Don't hit anyone! By the way, I want roses."

"My friend, I can't sleep. Chat with me."

"After chatting at night, say 'good night'!"

"..."

Some things are undoubtedly beyond the scope of friends, and she didn't remind her, but let the boundaries blur little by little, and still took Han Jue to many places in the name of friends, taught him to do many things, and took him with him. Met a lot of people.

Gradually, like a stubborn stone, Han Jue will consciously follow her wherever she goes, even if she doesn't have to call him, worrying about her every time she goes out, and always helping her block all the things she doesn't like in front of the crowd. look. He began to share with her the things in life in detail, and began to ask her if she had a good meal. When she couldn't sleep, he would answer the call no matter what time it was. After the phone call, he must be waiting for her to hang up on her own initiative...

Someone asked her if she was with Han Jue, but she just smiled and asked Han Jue, hello, what do you think?

Han Jue just smiled at a loss, only seeing her, and no one else.

"Ding--"

The sound of the mobile phone suddenly interrupted Weng Nanxi's memory.

She took a look at the phone, and as expected, the news came from the comedian suitor.

[Friend, I can't sleep. 】He said.

Weng Nanxi stared blankly at the news.

Except for work matters, in order to avoid ambiguity, she has rarely responded to the opposite sex in the middle of the night in the past two years. But at the moment when she saw the news, she actually wanted to reply.

Now that she has the ability and weapons to protect herself, she no longer needs to endure nausea and carefully deal with everyone around her as she did when she was young, and she no longer needs to seek shelter from one powerful person after another in fear , not daring to stop and climb up. All are not needed.

She has money and power. Therefore, her criteria when seeking a partner has become extremely simple-as long as she feels that the other party loves her.

Regarding love, Weng Nanxi can say several definitions, which are suitable for different scenarios and to different degrees. But looking back on her past, she really experienced the feeling of being loved, only that time.

The only time I felt loved was from Han Jue.

When she searched for suitors according to the standard Han Jue treated her in the past and the feeling Han Jue gave her in the past, she found that no one was like him.

There is no one like him.

Last year, I listened to the song "Under Mount Fuji" on Mount Fuji. He told her not to dwell on the past, and told her not to let memories become a burden.

But how could memories of regret not become a burden. When she recalled the past, the regret she felt in her heart made it difficult to move forward.

She can do it without disturbing him and Zhang Yiman, and won't have any more contact with him, but she can't throw away the memories.

So when someone who reminded her of Han Jue appeared, she hesitated. Even though she knew she was deceiving herself and others, she felt like she was reliving the past. It seems that as long as she treats the message sent from the other end of the screen well, she can make up for the regrets of the past.

Weng Nanxi picked up the phone and hesitated to enter the message.

After typing a few words, he was hesitating whether to send them, when Weng Yao knocked on the door suddenly.

Weng Nanxi covered the phone as if frightened.

"Sister, do you want some fruit?" Weng Yao shouted outside the door.

Weng Nanxi said, "No need."

"Then I'll go to bed first. You should also go to bed early. There is no rush about the script. You can read it tomorrow."

"knew."

Weng Nanxi let out a breath.

Touching the scene to express love was interrupted like this, and my mood suddenly calmed down a little.

Weng Nanxi put the phone aside, put away the photos, and then took the script, planning to read the script first.

I read a few pages of the script while eating. In the opening scene, a woman named Du Xiaobai attends the memorial day of her lover who died unexpectedly while climbing a mountain, and then finds a high school graduation album at her lover's home. After writing down the old address of his lover in the souvenir book, Du Xiaobai sent a letter to this old address.

The person who received this letter was indeed Tang Jingshu, but it was a woman with the same name and surname as Du Xiaobai's deceased fiancé. When female Tang Jingshu received this inexplicable letter, she couldn't figure out who [Du Xiaobai] signed it for a long time. She struggled all night, and finally replied to the letter. After Du Xiaobai received the letter, he ran to the studio of his good friend Qiu Ye. After being asked a lot of trivial questions about life by Qiu Ye as usual, Du Xiaobai eagerly told about sending and receiving letters.

Qiu Ye said aggrievedly, "Although I was one step late in confessing my love to you, Ah Shu, and I haven't shown it for so many years, I am very serious about this feeling. If you haven't accepted me yet, I'm not in a hurry. I can wait as long as you want. You just want to reject me, so don't reject me with such unscientific reasons.

Du Xiaobai explained shyly and flusteredly, saying that she had really received Ashu's reply. She wrote the letter [I am also fine, but I have a cold. ] to Qiu Ye, Qiu Ye angrily thought it was a prank, and said, if it was that kid A Shu, he would definitely write to let me take good care of you, so this is definitely not A Shu.

Du Xiaobai still regards the opposite party as his dead husband, and intends to use these letters to send his thoughts. Even if Qiu Ye asked her how long she hadn't been out, if she wanted to go out and see the sunshine, she still chose to stay at home because she wanted to receive letters. Qiu Ye didn't want Du Xiaobai to be deceived by the scammer, so he sent a letter without telling Du Xiaobai, asking the other party to prove that it was Tang Jingshu. A few days later, the other party sent a copy of their ID card, and Qiu Ye and Du Xiaobai realized that the recipient of the letter was not a prank, but coincidentally had the same name and surname as their friend Tang Jingshu.

Qiu Ye found out the truth and was very happy, but Du Xiaobai was extremely disappointed, feeling that he was forcibly awakened from a dream, and he could not place his thoughts on his dead husband. Qiu Ye was not angry about this, he expressed his concerns to Du Xiaobai earnestly, he said that since Ashu left, Du Xiaobai has not met new friends, quit his job for a long time, and lost all his interests and hobbies , often in a daze, forgetful, motionless, and not eating in time, she is really worrying.

"There are still many beautiful things in this world. Ah Shu must also hope that you can regain happiness." Qiu Ye who said this was going to take Du Xiaobai on a long trip to see this and Ah Shu according to the address on the letter paper. A woman with the same name and surname...

So far, Weng Nanxi feels that "Love Letter" is fairly ordinary. Because I have read the list of actors, I know that the heroine of this movie plays two roles, which is similar to the movie she made the year before last. The effect is similar to the [control variable] in the experiment, and what is discussed is something other than the skin . And there will probably be a hidden tragedy in which the substitute discovers that he is a [substitute].

She guessed that the core of the story should be the story of Du Xiaobai searching for his dead husband's past and finally being redeemed and healed. But the director is Han Jue, who made "Black Mirror", so it's hard to say what the ending will be. In case Du Xiaobai finally finds out that he is a substitute, he fails to come out in despair, causing tragedy, it is also possible.

Weng Nanxi only saw this before taking a bath.

She added wine to the glass, then flipped through the script and continued reading.

……………………

Ever since Tang Jingshu received the letters from Du Xiaobai one after another, he has been thinking about who this Du Xiaobai is and whether he has seen it somewhere, but he has no clue after thinking about it for a long time, so he can only regard it as a prank.

The other party first cared about her cold and brought some cold medicine with her, and then wrote some sad literary sentences. Suddenly one day, this Du Xiaobai even asked her to show proof that she was Tang Jingshu.

The more Tang Jingshu thought about it, the more inexplicable he felt, so he sent a copy of his ID card and left a message to ask the other party not to send any more letters.

The other party did not send it anymore.

Tang Jingshu's life returned to the usual pace, but the cold has not recovered. She dared not take Du Xiaobai's cold medicine, and she didn't want to go to the hospital. She only wanted to endure it because of her young age. If it doesn't work, go to the hospital again.

Even if her mother reminded her, she didn't think that a cold would turn into pneumonia so easily, and eventually die like her father.

"If a person dies, he will be easily forgotten." When my mother mentioned Dad, she always had this attitude. In her life, she really lived as if she had forgotten her dead husband. Whether it is raising the family, dealing with the outside world, or taking care of the elderly at home, my mother keeps everything in order by herself.

Recently, I even picked out a new house and prepared to move from my ancestral home. But the grandfather who lives with the ancestral house refuses to move out no matter what, always saying that there are his precious memories here. Like a very old stubborn.

She also wanted to see what the new home looked like, but on the way, her mother drove her out of the car and told her to go to the hospital immediately.

Tang Jingshu felt that his mother was making a big fuss, but in the spirit of coming, he still registered and waited to see the doctor. After a brief visit to the doctor, I returned home, and when I passed by the mailbox, I found a letter inside.

It was written by Du Xiaobai again. Fortunately, the other party explained in the letter that the Tang Jingshu she knew was not the female Tang Jingshu who received the letter now.

Tang Jingshu understood what was going on,

As letters come and go, they are like keys to memory. Those days in high school emerged like a movie.

Since the first day of high school, she has been troubled by a boy with the same name and surname as her. This problem lasted for a whole high school. Outsiders may think that having a classmate of the opposite sex with the same name and surname will make life a lot more interesting than novels or TV, but it really doesn't. Because of embarrassment, the two of them always avoid talking and avoid being gossiped by getting too close. Even if he was co-elected as the management cadre of the library as a prank, they rarely communicate with each other. He never even works, just stands by the window and reads books to be lazy; A bunch of unpopular books, using his own name to grab a place on the library card slip.

And after the exam, looking at the scores on the test paper, she was shocked and almost cried, only to find that the test paper in her hand was not hers at all. She went to him to change the test paper back, but he had already scribbled on the test paper, dawdling in changing it, and got the correct answer. In short, the character is extremely bad. Taciturn, when he doesn't get along well with his classmates, he likes to use violence to solve the problem. Even if a beautiful girl confessed to him, he would ruthlessly reject her, and he didn't understand tenderness at all.

He broke his leg in a car accident, but he still dragged his unhealed leg on the day of the sports meeting, and appeared on the side of the track. When the competition started, he fell to the ground before taking a few steps, and was finally lifted down in a funny way...

Anyway, the more I wrote the letter, the memories about him couldn't stop popping up.

Du Xiaobai asked Tang Jingshu to take a few photos of the running track. She ran to her alma mater, took pictures, and then met the teacher who had taught her, and was taken to the school library where she and her boyfriend Tang Jingshu used to work. Some students in the library were sorting books, and when they heard her name was Tang Jingshu, they were all very excited. It turned out that when they were sorting out the books, they discovered the evil taste left by the male Tang Jingshu—writing his name on the library card of unpopular books.

Tang Jingshu listened to the laughter of the school girls, looked at the three words [Tang Jingshu] on the card, and felt that he was so close to the memory. She explained to the school girls that it was not her who wrote the card, but another boy. After listening to the school girls shouted romantic. Tang Jingshu was extremely depressed. Complaining about that guy in his heart knew how to torture her, even after many years, the news of Tang Jingshu who had caused her troubles now.

Before leaving, she talked to the teacher about this troublesome man Tang Jingshu.

Then, caught off guard, she heard something about him. A "recent situation" from two years ago that can no longer be updated.

he died.

Male Tang Jingshu died in a mountain disaster two years ago.

This news is like snapping the key to the gate of memory. Her condition worsened suddenly, and when she was at home that night, she passed out.

This frightened the mother and grandfather of the family, but the snow was so heavy that the ambulance could not arrive in time, so the grandfather got angry and ran to the hospital with Tang Jingshu on his back. She vowed not to let what happened to the child's father happen to Tang Jingshu.

In the end, Tang Jingshu was sent to the hospital in time and saved his life.

After recovering from illness, she wrote the last letter to Du Xiaobai, which contained the last old memory about the male Tang Jingshu.

At that time, because of her father's death, she was taking care of her mother who was overwhelmed and depressed at home. The male Tang Jingshu suddenly visited her home. After she and he saw each other, they both wondered why the other party didn't go to school. The other party didn't answer, but just stuffed her with a book and asked her to help return the book to the library. After knowing that someone in her family had passed away, as if to comfort her, he became uncharacteristically gentle. She felt novel and a little happy, and was considering whether to change her attitude towards him in the new semester, but she learned that he had transferred schools.

After the letter was sent to Du Xiaobai, Du Xiaobai also replied the last letter. After thanking her, Du Xiaobai added a sentence at the end of the letter: "Is the name on the library card really his name?"

Tang Jingshu was wondering when the doorbell suddenly rang.

It's the library student I met when I went to school to take pictures. They were in groups and brought a book. When Tang Jingshu saw this book, he immediately thought of it. This was the book that Tang Jingshu asked her to help return when he and the male Tang Jingshu met for the last time.

The school girl asked her to take out her library card to read.

She takes it out. The first line on the card was still the familiar name, [Tang Jingshu].

Before he had time to reprimand the mischievous him in his heart, the school girls reminded softly: "Look at the back, look at the back."

Tang Jingshu turned the library card to the back.

She froze.

On the back of the library card, there is a picture of a young female student. This female student is exactly her.

She instantly understood what Du Xiaobai said in the letter [Is the name on the library card really his name? ]; understood why that man had to write so many names on the library card; understood why he glared angrily at the girl he introduced her to after she rejected her fiercely; understood why he always followed Those people fight; understand that after the exam, she waited for his arrival in the bicycle shed until night, and he came very late; understand why he always loves to bully her...

She understands everything, but what's the use?

Tang Jingshu's nose was sour, and he smiled embarrassedly in front of the school girls, but found that no matter how much he smiled, he couldn't hide the sadness in his heart. She stopped smiling. She held the book in front of her chest, and looked at the distant mountains with red eyes.

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Weng Nanxi took a deep breath.

The vision blurred at some point.

She has long passed the age of shedding tears for love stories. After studying hundreds of love movies, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is hard-hearted.

But now, the tears flowed down uncontrollably.

She has never been able to fully understand the characters' thoughts and thoughts, and understand the director's intentions and thoughts like she does now.

In the story, Tang Jingshu dug up the memories of the past one after another, and at the end a painting on the library card made her suddenly understand those feelings that slipped by quietly because she was not sure whether it was love or not. .

So is she. As Han Jue sang one after another, more and more memories she thought she had forgotten resurfaced in her heart. After knowing the content of the suicide note, she finally admitted her failure and sadness, and admitted that she was really moved, and the feelings that she had ignored at the beginning gathered in her heart bit by bit. From then on, those memories that she thought were extremely bad, and she felt angry when thinking about them, suddenly took on a new meaning.

It's a pity that even if she fits the role, she can't stand on the stage.

Just like Tang Jingshu in the story, there is no time to do anything about the missed feelings. She was also too late.

Ever since she vowed to climb to the top, no matter what she missed or abandoned in her life, who detoured or didn't meet in time, lost precious things or didn't get something, she never Would not really feel sorry. Not to waste time to regret, to regret.

Han Jue at the time was like a coat of the wrong size to her. She has indeed gained warmth, but she dislikes it for not being gorgeous or fitting enough. But many years later, when she had many gorgeous coats, she never had the chance to feel the warmth that she had at the beginning.

She belatedly understood what real remorse and annoyance felt like.

Weng Nanxi stared at the picture of her smiling at him on the desk, dazed. It wasn't until the coldness after the tears on her face lost their temperature woke her up that she rubbed her eye sockets and looked out the window at the gradually brightening sky, only to realize that she had sat in the study all night.

Looking back at the potted plant next to the photo, stroking the thick leaves, whispering in a nasal voice: "Don't tell others."

Plants cannot answer human questions. Weng Nanxi controlled the leaves to swing up and down, imitating human nods, and felt that she was in a better mood.

She doesn't keep animals in her home. First, she thinks that animals make a mess of the house. Second, she doesn't have time to wipe their excrement and urine. Third, she doesn't want to respond to the feeling of being unconditionally trusted.

It is much more convenient to grow plants. The green wavelength relieves eye fatigue, produces oxygen during the day, and can also serve as a tree hole when you are bored.

Weng Nanxi got up and moved the potted plant to the window. The window opened a gap, and the wind slipped in, and the flowers and leaves swayed like living things.

Weng Nanxi thought of other plants at home. They are taken care of by the cousin, she is very relieved. The happiness tree at the door feels like it has grown a lot taller.

Thinking of the happiness tree, Weng Nanxi remembered the original intention of buying it. Because I was annoyed that I missed the suicide note, I completely missed the time for many things, so when I was buying potted plants, I bought a happy tree like a remedy after a last resort, and put it outside the door as a mailbox.

mailbox.

Receive letters.

Weng Nanxi stopped rubbing the script with her fingertips suddenly.

Probably because Weng Nanxi had just finished reading a script of letter exchanges, and Weng Nanxi suddenly wanted to check her mailbox. She had a hunch that there might be something waiting for her there.

Weng Nanxi walked out of the study and came to the door. Open the door, and the happiness tree stands there quietly.

Weng Nanxi felt her heartbeat start to speed up, and she didn't know if it was a warning from her body after the night, or she was looking forward to something. She knocked down the flowerpot of the tree of happiness at an angle, exposing a space at the bottom. She reached out and touched it quickly.

Nothing was touched.

Touch it again, the ground is empty, and there is nothing attached to the bottom of the flower pot.

Weng Nanxi felt sorry, and withdrew his hand, and the raised part of the flowerpot fell to the ground suddenly, making a "boom".

Weng Nanxi smiled wearily and patted the dust on his hands.

What should I have expected, what am I expecting?

There was a burst of footsteps in the room behind him, and it was my cousin who heard the movement of the flowerpot and ran out.

"Sister?" Weng Yao asked from a distance. The sky is not yet bright in the early morning, and after the curtains are drawn in the room, it is no different from late night.

Weng Nanxi turned on the light in the entrance, closed the door, and walked in.

"Sister, what were you doing just now?" Weng Yao saw the person clearly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Nothing. See if there is any letter." Weng Nanxi said.

Just as Weng Yao was about to say something, he suddenly noticed that his cousin's complexion seemed wrong, her eye circles were slightly swollen, as if she had just cried.

"Sister, have you been up all night?" Weng Yao complained: "You are the owner of skin care products. My boss's skin is not good, how can the products be sold?"

Weng Nanxi smiled and said, "Go and make breakfast."

"So early?"

"I'm going out at seven. There's still an hour, so I'll have a brief chat with you about the script first."

"I'll go right away." After Weng Yao nodded, he asked tentatively, "Sister, what do you think of the script?"

Weng Nanxi was silent for a moment, then said, "It's a classic. You're lucky."

Weng Yao smiled happily.

"Don't be too happy," Weng Nanxi said, "It's a good thing, but it's also a pressure.

"If the performance is good this time, the image of the girl Tang Jingshu will be with you for a long time before you meet the next classic project. If the performance is not good, the classic is still a classic, but you will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever, and then use I've been annoyed all my life, why didn't I act well at the beginning."

Weng Yao was honest immediately, and looked at Weng Nanxi for help.

Weng Nanxi asked Weng Yao to make breakfast quickly, and we will talk after eating.

Leaving the cousin to cook breakfast in the kitchen, Weng Nanxi returned to the study. It's almost six o'clock. The phone screen still stayed on the chat software, and the unsent message was still there. Weng Nanxi looked at the content sent by the other party. After a few seconds, she deleted these words, not only the words, but also the other party.

No one can be a substitute for anyone.

The past is the past after all.

Weng Nanxi no longer tried to fight against the memory.

Those memories of getting along with Han Jue are her precious wealth. No one can replace it.

Whether she will meet another person who loves her in the future, she doesn't know. If you meet it, that's great, if you don't, it's okay.

She was lucky enough to have been loved wholeheartedly by at least one person.