Chapter 84

Dead?

Xie Heyu was not surprised by this result. After all, Song Mingzhu's ending in the original novel was death. It's just that netizens think that Mingzhu's current plot is very different from the original novel, and there may be a ray of hope.

Yu Wen is already familiar with the process of releasing materials to comfort the audience. After all, the ending of his previous character also made the audience feel uneasy, but Mingzhu is more special.

"I think Mingzhu is not suitable for a small extra." He thought.

Xie Heyu tilted his ear slightly, indicating that he was willing to hear the details.

"Mingzhu has suffered all her life. Even if she shoots a small extra, she can't ignore the tragic background. The if line is not suitable either..."

Yu Wen held his chin and thought about it. Instead, Xi Su's bad idea was the most suitable.

Director Miao has already created Mingzhu's character arc very beautifully. Any changes on this basis would be superfluous. We can't show the audience a happy Mingzhu, so we can only show everyone a happy Yu Wen.

Xi Su was very surprised when he received the general instructions for the filming.

"Me?"

Yu Wen: "Yes, it's you, Mr. Xi Su, the pillar of the company!"

Xi Su didn't listen to his flattery, "Is there a salary?"

Xie Heyu: "...Yes."

Yu Wen laughed angrily.

He said, "You earn two salaries for one job, that's fine, but don't forget that you were the one who revealed our relationship to me, you big idiot!"

Xi Su scratched the back of his head, recalled this, and said, "Okay, I don't want the salary... Anyway, netizens will give me carnival tickets, how do you want to shoot it?"

Yu Wen and Xie Heyu looked at each other. Chu Han, who was sitting on the sofa beside them and watching the excitement, did not care.

They are not good at camera work or script writing, and it will be too late to transfer people in a short time...

Xie Heyu said, "Whatever."

Xi Su estimated that they did not have any constructive opinions, and decided on the spur of the moment, so he said, "Give me a few days, I will find some materials and learn."

Seeing that the finale was approaching, Xi Su had little time to study, so he didn't care about anything and first set up cameras in the villa to leave enough materials.

On the day when the finale was released, Chu Han prepared snacks early and sat in front of the tea table waiting for the update.

Yu Wen and Xie Heyu went to the beach to step on shells. These two always like to stroll by the beach at night. I don't know what shameful things they do.

Chu Han ignored them and enjoyed the big villa alone and watched the movie beautifully.

Halfway through the penultimate episode, Chu Han felt a little unhappy. He went out with a heavy heart and brought back the two water-treading people.

"What are you doing?" Yu Wen said dissatisfiedly, "The wind is the coolest at this time."

Chu Han pointed at the sofa and said seriously, "Sit down and watch the finale with me."

He had already vaguely sensed that the ending was not good and that he could not bear the damage alone.

Yu Wen was held down by him, and adhering to the principle that it is better to suffer together than to suffer alone, he urged, "Let Xisu stay upstairs and call him down to watch together."

So the four Starlight Media backbones who usually ran around everywhere gathered together tonight for a rare occasion, huddled together, and watched the show in harmony.

This was Gao Qin's tenth restart.

The plot has reached the final moment, and the truth has come out. The explosion was caused by the old story between the Fu and Song families. To be more precise, it was the evil fate that extended from Fu Wanrong's marriage to the Song family.

This woman is now emaciated and in a state of depression, but she was once in her prime and had countless admirers.

An admirer planted the drugs brought back from overseas. The emerging products beyond the control of the Fu family made their investigation slow, but fortunately they finally found this place.

The remote control is in Fu Wanrong's hand, and she can detonate it at any time as long as she wants.

The police station has surrounded the small western-style building, and Fu Mingshen and Gao Qin are on their way. Song Mingzhu, as Fu Wanrong's biological son, was invited by the police chief to calm the situation.

"Recently, I have been vaguely thinking of a woman..."

While the police were negotiating inside, Song Mingzhu stood outside the gate of the western-style building and chatted with the police chief.

He looked at the carefully tended roses on the fence and spoke slowly, with some thought, "I don't know who she is, but I remember what she said. My memory seems to have some extra fragments. I also remember that she asked me to remember her..."

The police chief had dealt with this young master before in Shanghai, and his attitude was quite polite. He cooperated in chatting for a while.

"Hahaha, young master, are you thinking about love? I wonder which girl could make the young master so concerned about her..."

Song Mingzhu shook his head slowly, "No, I've never seen her."

The situation was urgent, and the police chief obviously had no time to chat about family matters. He interrupted, "Young Master Mingzhu, there are so many explosives buried underground. Why don't we go in and persuade them first? The lives of the people are in our hands."

Song Mingzhu's eyelashes trembled. He didn't know which words touched his heart. He frowned thoughtfully.

After a long time, he came out of his thoughts and realized that the other party was still waiting for his answer. He said, "My mother may not allow me to go in." As soon as he

finished speaking, the young police officer came out of the western-style building in a wolf-like manner, with some vase fragments on his body. He said awkwardly, "Miss Fu Er doesn't want to see Master Mingzhu. She said, she said--"

The police chief: "What did you say!"

"She wants to see the Song family! If anyone other than the Song family steps into the western-style building, she will immediately detonate the bomb!"

The police chief didn't think twice, "Go and invite them!"

Song Mingzhu stood there quietly, the dew on the rose branches wet his coat, he lowered his eyes, as if he was wandering in the sky, out of tune with the busy surroundings.

The police chief kept pacing.

"Why does she want to see the Song family?" Song Mingzhu suddenly said.

The police chief looked back at him, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or herself, and replied perfunctorily: "Maybe she has something to ask for..."

Song Mingzhu said: "She doesn't have much time left."

Police chief: "Yeah..."

Song Mingzhu: "The roses on the fence are in full bloom, and my mother has taken good care of them."

Police chief: "It looks good..."

Song Mingzhu smiled.

Fu Wanrong was lying on her sickbed, with a last breath of life, and she was about to die.

She didn't want to see the Song family, she wanted to take a member of the Song family away.

Fu Wanrong was not an active person. The roses on the fence had never bloomed so beautifully. She tidied the small western-style house neatly, just like a girl tidying up her face before dying.

If it weren't for today's accident... the bomb in her hand should have taken away most of the Song family at the opening dinner tomorrow.

Mom, you... really hate them.

"Hey, young master, don't go forward, the second lady won't let you in." The police chief glanced at Song Mingzhu who was walking in, and hurriedly stopped her, grinning: "At this time... let's not provoke her."

Song Mingzhu smiled slightly with her eyebrows bent.

"I am a member of the Song family."

This sentence made the police chief stunned in place. He patted his forehead belatedly, yes!

Song Mingzhu's pace was not fast. From the gate to the western-style building, there was a snow-white gravel road with green grass on both sides and a few small wild flowers.

Those vague words echoed in his ears.

'Mingzhu, follow your heart.'

'Learn from Fu Mingshen, he is a good man and a normal person.'

'I am a human being, you are Mingzhu.'

'Work harder and remember your sister.'

...

a lot of fragmented words.

Song Mingzhu took a step into the western-style building - the sound faded, the dust settled.

Fu Wanrong stood at the entrance of the second floor stairs, looking down from above, and Song Mingzhu looked up at her.

Fu Wanrong said, "You go out."

Song Mingzhu said, "What did mom prepare?"

Fu Wanrong: "... Arsenic, a table full of arsenic."

Song Mingzhu smiled even more: "Then they won't come. I can see your intention. They won't seek death."

Fu Wanrong: "I have thousands of lives in my hands."

Song Mingzhu: "They don't care. In the Song family, nothing is more important than themselves."

Fu Wanrong was silent.

She was already very thin, and her deep eye sockets flashed with a strange cold light.

Thousands of lives are not enough for a member of the Song family to die, and tens of thousands are not enough. Among the people Song Mingzhu knows, the only one who would sacrifice himself in this situation is Fu Mingshen.

But Fu Mingshen is not a member of the Song family.

Fortunately, he is.

Song Mingzhu wants to be someone like Fu Mingshen, and a voice in his ear said so.

It was hard to tell where it came from, perhaps it was the cry of the blood, heart, and soul.

"...Who taught you to be so kind and gullible?" Fu Wanrong asked grimly.

"No one taught me."

Mingzhu took the handrail and slowly went upstairs. Halfway up, he looked at Fu Wanrong with a smile. The sunlight outside the glass window was reflected in his pupils, like a bit of his vivid self.

He said, "This is the first time I make a decision on my own. Mom, please be happy for me."

The dishes Fu Wanrong cooked were terrible, very terrible.

But Mingzhu was not picky about food. He ate them bite by bite, very seriously.

He didn't like to use chopsticks. He liked to use a spoon to scoop a spoonful of rice and vegetables, pile it into a small mountain, stuff it into his mouth, chew it slowly, and show a little satisfaction on his face.

Fu Wanrong put down her chopsticks after eating only a few bites. In the dim light, the haggard old woman had a complicated expression.

"Arsenic is added to every dish."

Song Mingzhu: "I know."

Fu Wanrong stopped talking and watched him eat quietly.

Mingzhu eats very well. In the early years, when she was not so confused, Mingzhu was raised by her side. This child is very worry-free. She doesn't need to be fed or coaxed to sleep. When she sees her crying, she will come over to wipe her tears.

Her eyes are clear black and white, and very beautiful.

How did she become like this later...

I don't know.

She may be crazy.

Fu Wanrong raised her hand silently, put the remote control on the table and pushed it over.

Song Mingzhu stopped moving.

Before he left with the remote control, Fu Wanrong said, "I haven't done much good in this life, so I can't wish you a safe and smooth next life... But if there is an afterlife, I will never harm you again. I will pray for a woman who is a thousand times better than me... to be your mother."

Song Mingzhu was stunned. When he came back to his senses, Fu Wanrong was lying on the table, blood oozing from her lips, and she was already silent.

Fu Mingshen and Gao Qin finally arrived.

As expected, no one from the Song family came. The police chief was anxiously talking to Fu Mingshen. Song Mingzhu suddenly appeared in front of the second-floor window, and everyone looked at her.

He looked at Fu Mingshen and nodded slightly. He raised his left hand, and there was a remote control in his palm.

The police officers cheered excitedly and rushed in, but Fu Mingshen suddenly frowned and paused, his eyes still on Song Mingzhu.

He felt that Mingzhu had something to say.

Song Mingzhu felt that she had something to say, but after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't utter a word.

He actually hoped to get some praise, after all, this was the first time he made a decision on his own, but the distance was far, and the words he wanted to say were trivial, and he thought his brother probably couldn't hear it.

There was a short-haired woman on the left side of his brother. Mingzhu's eyes briefly passed over her, lingering like a butterfly, thinking in his heart: So you look like this...

sister.

Gao Qin waved at him eagerly and gave him a thumbs up, as if praising him for doing a good job.

So Mingzhu smiled back.

This was his last shot.

The director did not show the terrible state of his poisoning. Mingzhu was beautiful until the end. He was the most beautiful Mingzhu.

Afterwards, the police station held a funeral for him. People praised him for the first spontaneous decision he made from his heart...

and the only time.