Chapter 94 Emotional Outburst
Wen Shuang was lying dead at home.
He felt very sorry for asking Xuanzhe to accompany him to the hospital at such an important occasion as the annual meeting, and he felt resentful for several days. Finally, Xuanzhe couldn't bear it anymore and asked the young man to make some "compensation" as soon as he felt better.
Then Wen Shuang lay in bed for two more days.
Xuanzhe was absolutely clear about compensation. It's already the third day, and the bruises on my neck and body haven't gone away.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Zhu Lian called and asked him to take time out today to visit a director named Huang Taiyue. At first glance, she sounded like a woman, but in fact, she was a rare expert in the domestic science fiction film market. Even if Xuan Zhe informed Wen Shuang that she could go to work whenever she wanted, Zhu Lian felt distressed. Such good traffic might not be obtained by others even if they worked hard all their lives.
Wen Shuang made a promise to Zhu Lian, then suddenly sat up from the bed, and within three seconds fell back down. Her waist...Xuan Zhe, that bandit!
Wen Shuang deliberately chose a turtleneck sweater to cover all the traces, black pants, sneakers, a light blue windbreaker, and put on a mask and sunglasses. Thinking of what Zhu Lian said on the phone about Huang Taiyue liking to drink tea, she went to the mall and bought two boxes of Qingshan Maofeng.
Zhu Lian had already cleared all the checkpoints in advance. Wen Shuang found a sparsely populated apartment complex in the suburbs based on the address she gave. It had been raining these past few days, and when she got out of the car, she could smell a faint scent of earth and plants. The security guard poked his head out of the booth, took a look at the license plate number, and immediately trotted out. Wen Shuang handed him the key and found Apartment 18.
Each apartment building has an independent courtyard. When Wen Shuang rang the doorbell, Huang Taiyue was building a scaffold in the courtyard. It seemed that he was planning to plant grapes. Huang Taiyue was in his fifties and looked very ordinary, but his eyes had a kind of rigorous and clear insight that could see through everything. He naturally recognized Wen Shuang. The two smiled at each other. Huang Taiyue wiped his hands casually on his body and went forward to open the door.
I thought that a popular young actor would be a little arrogant, but Wen Shuang's attitude has always been very humble and respectful. After a conversation, Huang Taiyue was amazed at his literary accomplishment. The "elegance" in Wen Shuang is not pretended, and it takes ten years to cultivate such temperament.
The two had a pleasant conversation. They added boiling water to the new tea, and after drinking two cups, Huang Taiyue started talking about the script. In fact, this movie was quite rushed, as it would be released during the Spring Festival, which was only a month away. It tells the story of a protagonist who was dominated by fate and returned to his own world after his unjust death, and fought a desperate battle with some mysterious force.
Wen Shuang glanced at the script and frowned slightly, a very strange feeling emerging in her heart.
"What's wrong?" Huang Taiyue asked.
"No." Wen Shuang smiled. "The script is very novel. I believe in Director Huang's ability."
"Okay." The reason why Huang Taiyue chose Wen Shuang was, firstly, his strength and secondly, his popularity. He just hoped that this cooperation would be pleasant and would not delay the film screening.
***
There are things in this world that are beyond human control. When you think you are living casually, you may not be under some kind of control. The protagonist Anqi is a piece of useless mud in the eyes of others. He has been in a state of insane extreme that cannot be awakened, and ultimately hurts others and himself.
Then Anqi died.
After his death, he looked at everyone who applauded him behind his back in the form of a spirit, and was shocked to realize that his life had been so absurd. However, Anqi felt that he should not be such a person. After death, it was as if he had been freed from some kind of confinement, and his own emotions were truly released.
Anqi died in such a miserable way. He was full of resentment, but he still died bit by bit.
Who would have thought that when he opened his eyes again, Anqi returned to the day of a major turning point in his life. He rolled over from the bed and stared blankly at himself in the mirror. It was him! It was him this time! Without the kind of coercion and helplessness that made him feel like a thorn in his throat, he felt for the first time that his soul was exceptionally free.
The fiery and madness in the young man's eyes were exactly what Huang Taiyue had imagined. He shouted "Ka!" with satisfaction.
It was the first time for Wen Shuang to film this kind of subject matter, and there were almost no emotional scenes. She had previously mistaken her opponent for Xuan Zhe and was not deeply immersed in the role. Logically, this time it should have been smooth sailing, but Wen Shuang held onto the table and did not look up until Yang Lian came forward to ask. There was still some madness in her eyes, and she had not yet gotten out of the role.
Yang Lian quickly supported Wen Shuang and couldn't help but worry: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Wen Shuang shook her head. "You go ahead and do your thing. I'm going to the bathroom."
Wen Shuang washed his face with cold water. He shouldn't have lost control of his emotions. It was just filming, but why... Wen Shuang stumbled, and the familiar sadness and despair he felt during filming came over him again. To be precise, this emotion became stronger and stronger from the first day he got the script. Wen Shuang hid it very well, and Xuan Zhe didn't notice, so the set became his place to vent. But the more he vented, the more immersed he became in the role, and everything started to get out of control.
Wen Shuang felt a chill on her cheeks the next second. It was the system that came over.
"Wen Shuang, Wen Shuang!" The system's electronic voice became increasingly rapid, with a hint of anxiety in its rapidity. "How are you?"
"It's okay." Wen Shuang was a little awakened by the temperature deliberately lowered by the system. Her brain seemed to be divided into two halves, one half was firmly controlled by reason, and the other half was erratic, occasionally flashing some unfamiliar pictures. In short, this feeling was quite torturous, but the more it was like this, the more satisfied Huang Taiyue was with the results of Wen Shuang's shooting.
Anqi has a new life. His relatives and friends find that he has changed a lot. Even his fiancée who looked down on him in the previous life begins to approach him intentionally or unintentionally. However, Anqi has long lost interest in love. He can still feel that mysterious power is trying to interfere with his life, and he cannot let it succeed! Thinking of the miserable death in the previous life, Anqi felt a surge of energy in his heart. His heart was surrounded by iron walls. The young man's eyes changed from firmness to darkness. He went from a normal person to standing on the opposite side of the world.
Huang Taiyue's narrative technique is very powerful. In just fifteen minutes, Anqi under the camera completed his entire transformation. He followed clues to find the truth, striving to pull out the bastard who played with other people's lives.
The filming went very smoothly, and Huang Taiyue suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that one month was enough.
After the filming, Wen Shuang looked like he had been pulled out of the water. He forced himself to say goodbye to everyone, and as soon as he got into the car, he threw himself back hard, showing a rare sense of irritability. Yang Lian glanced at him in the rearview mirror and drove to the company as soon as possible. It was always a good idea to find President Xuan when in doubt.
Anqi's life overlapped with his own to some extent, like an opportunity that opened Pandora's box and all kinds of monsters and demons began to clamor wildly. Wen Shuang took a deep breath. The lights outside were just coming on, shining clearly on him. The young man's expression was cut into many pieces by the light and shadow, and it was obscure and unclear.
Wen Shuang fell into the back seat, clutching her head. The pain in her head suddenly became unbearable, and her consciousness fell uncontrollably into the abyss...
He was born into a scholarly family. Although his parents died early, he was raised by his grandfather. He behaved well and abided by the rules. Although he could not say that he was flawless, there were few stains in his life. But in this dream, the warmth and tranquility of the past were shattered. Wen Shuang really became Anqi, and saw another part of his life in the form of a soul.
A poor boy from the mountains finally got into college, but because he was exposed to a little luxury of the upper class, he became obsessed with evil thoughts. From then on, he couldn't stop, cheating people, stealing money, playing with other people's feelings, as long as he could climb up, he would give up his bottom line and humanity. Wen Shuang was quiet for a long time, watching the young man who looked like her go further and further astray. At a certain moment, she suddenly understood, isn't this the life of Wen Shuang, the cannon fodder in the original novel?
But that’s not all.
He watched "Wen Shuang" make one mistake after another, his body covered in mud and his nose smelled of fishy smell, but the eyes of the young man who was holding on to the rope tightly were filled with madness and despair. Wen Shuang finally found that his limbs were stiff, as if he was being pushed forward by something. Finally, it came to the part in the original novel where the cannon fodder "Wen Shuang" seduced Xuan Zhe. According to the plot, it ended in failure, and he was stripped naked and thrown out.
"Hahaha..." Wen Shuang saw the embarrassed young man suddenly burst into laughter. He silently said three words, and Wen Shuang recognized them: "It's over."
In the long corridor, the cannon fodder looked at Xuan Zhe's resolute back. Some emotion was struggling, but it was too weak. In the end, he said with red eyes: "It's better to forget it."
Wen Shuang felt a sudden blow to the chest, and a sweet and fishy smell came back. Before he could digest these strong emotions, the space behind him suddenly tore open a big hole, and the strong wind swept his fragile soul and returned him to the human world.
"Wen Shuang!" Xuan Zhe rushed into the underground garage, opened the car door and picked up the young man immediately.
Wen Shuang's head tilted back unconsciously. When Xuan Zhe roared for the third time, he suddenly opened his eyes. His chest, which had been calm for half a minute, began to rise and fall violently. He finally took a breath. Wen Shuang smelled a familiar and reassuring scent, and subconsciously hugged Xuan Zhe. He trembled for several times before realizing that he was already in tears.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Xuanzhe gently stroked Wen Shuang's back and felt like he was coming back to life.
Wen Shuang was somewhat out of control, the thick despair now piled up in his heart. He experienced the life of "Wen Shuang" in the book in a short period of time. Xuan Zhe's indifferent back in the dream made him feel a little uneasy.
"Xuanzhe, Xuanzhe..." Wen Shuang called in a low voice.
"I'm here, I'm here." Xuanzhe pressed the person tightly into his arms and kept agreeing.
"Don't leave me..." Wen Shuang rarely cried like this, and just one cry completely crushed Xuan Zhe's heart.
Xuanzhe said in a deep voice: "I won't give up on you. How could I give up on you? I like you so much, so much."
"This body..." Wen Shuang choked with sobs, "It shouldn't have had a good end. After climbing into your bed... it should have been thrown out and cursed by everyone. It's because of me, it's because of me coming..."
"No!" Xuanzhe interrupted sharply, "You are you, he is him. No matter when you come back, as long as it's you, I won't be cruel. Do you understand?"
But... Wen Shuang's tears were boiling. She couldn't tell Xuan Zhe that she felt like she and that person were the same person...
Xuanzhe wanted to take Wen Shuang to the hospital, but Wen Shuang resisted violently and refused to agree. Now no one could save him. Apart from where Xuanzhe was, he just wanted a small space where only the two of them could be. Wen Shuang anxiously kissed Xuanzhe's lips and couldn't wait to tear open the man's collar. His only thought was to be greeted by a man to give him the most solid sense of security.
Xuanzhe satisfied him and took the special elevator back to the office with him in his arms. The night spread out around them. Wen Shuang stretched out a hand, but only caught a piece of obscurity and vanity. However, he was not afraid anymore. The two of them hugged each other, their bodies pressed tightly together, sweat soaking the mattress. Xuanzhe asked hoarsely in Wen Shuang's ear: "I'm here, do you feel it?"
Wen Shuang was speechless and responded with a kiss.
Wen Shuang was exhausted, and even when he fell asleep, he held Xuan Zhe's hand tightly.
After calming down for a while, Xuanzhe sat up and took Wen Shuang into his arms. His dark eyes were gloomy, and he suddenly said coldly: "Come out!"
The system flapped its small wings and flew out in the darkness.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
