Extra C
(1) Shadows of the Past
At night, the stars are shining.
The long strings of lights on both sides of the street look like an inverted Milky Way with no end in sight.
The Champs-Elysées at night is even more spectacular and beautiful than during the day. Even though it is already late, it cannot stop tourists from visiting.
But the young man sitting on the bench closest to the intersection did not look like a visiting tourist.
Because no tourist would arm himself/herself to the extreme during the visit, leaving only a pair of dark and empty eyes exposed.
Moreover, he only looked like he was gazing at the night view of Paris not far away. If you walked closer, you would find that he was actually not looking at anything, just sitting there and relaxing.
"Mom, what is he doing?"
A little girl with black hair and blue eyes couldn't help but stop in front of the bench where the man was sitting because of his eyes that looked a little vicissitudes of life.
The little girl tilted her head, as if trying to guess the man's identity by staring at these familiar eyes.
But the little girl's mother couldn't help showing panic when she took one look at the man.
Because the man's eyes didn't even move, he looked like a lifeless sculpture!
The woman pulled the little girl closer to herself, her green eyes, which were exactly the same as her daughter's, full of vigilance.
"Be good...don't get too close to him, okay?"
While keeping a distance from the man, the mother stared at him and slowly squatted down.
After making sure that the man did not react, the mother grabbed the little girl's waist and took her away from the man without saying a word.
Only when she was sure that the man could not catch up with them in a short time did the mother feel relieved and began to instruct the child in her arms.
"Don't get too close to this guy, he doesn't look normal... I don't want you to stand next to a dangerous person for too long..."
"But mom, I seem to have seen those eyes before. He really doesn't look like someone who would do something bad."
"Shh-"
The mother covered her daughter's mouth and the two walked further and further away.
The mother was walking in such a hurry that she didn't notice that her shoe prints were left on a well-made but old and brittle poster.
The protagonist's eyes on the poster have long been covered with dust, and his face is covered by caked yellow soil, making it impossible to recognize his original appearance.
I'm afraid even the people who were in the camera back then would find it difficult to find their own faces on such a tattered piece of paper.
"Mad...Mad?"
As if the mother's whisper triggered a switch, the man sitting on the street suddenly repeated the word with an awkward pronunciation.
"The last time someone called me 'crazy' in French was when I was filming here for four consecutive days and that French director made fun of me, right?"
When recalling the madness of the past, the smile on the man's lips was no longer stiff.
Indeed, five years ago he was not a madman in the eyes of others, but a real drama maniac.
Who would have thought that this statue-like man sitting on the bench, staring at the beautiful scenery, was Su Lang, who became the best actor with the art film "Champs Elysees" and then resolutely retired to go to school?
"You see, even if you revisit the place, no one will recognize it..."
"Who would care about a buck-toothed, insecure guy who finally made a name for himself but suddenly ran away like a coward?"
Rather than letting those who once had high expectations of him see him in such a miserable state, it would be better for him to be treated as a madman by everyone now.
As he thought about it, Su Lang pulled his mask higher.
Just as he was about to stand up and stretch his numb limbs, the vibrating sound from his pocket made Su Lang pause.
What appeared on his phone screen was a number he hadn't contacted for a long time. This number didn't even have a corresponding address book name.
But that string of extremely familiar numbers from China made Su Lang's heart beat fast.
Su Lang hesitated for a while and did not press the answer button before the other party hung up.
Because he knew that as long as he pressed the green button, he would be convinced.
But the other party seemed determined to contact him, and even when no one answered the call, he still sent a text message with what he wanted to say.
"The organizer's invitation letter and script have been express-delivered to your hotel in Paris, so please remember to check them. I am looking forward to your performance again. And this is just a performance of a short show, so don't feel too stressed."
"Besides me, there are many other people who are also looking forward to seeing your performance again."
Maybe the signal was not very good, or maybe the other party took a long time to think about it, so the second text message came a little late.
This text message was sent after Su Lang returned to the hotel.
Moreover, along with the coffee brought by the waiter, a script bound in a style that he was very familiar with was placed on his desk.
As if by magic, Su Lang put his hand on the title page of the script without him realizing it.
But just when he touched the paper that still had a hint of ink on it, the harsh sound hidden deep in his memory broke free from his restraints and continued to echo in their minds.
"You dare to act when you look like this? Don't you realize how much worse you look than my brother?"
"Mr. Movie King, your buck teeth are about to pop out of the 3D screen and hit my face!"
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that the little bucktoothed guy would one day become a movie emperor. His ancestors are so proud of him..."
Before Su Lang had read a few pages of the script, malicious comments filled his mind.
He held the plastic cover of the script tightly, thinking with annoyance.
So what if you still believe that I can return to the film and television industry?
The stage I loved and everything I once enjoyed had long since abandoned me!
The dead gloom mercilessly extinguished the glimmer of hope that had finally leapt up in Su Lang's eyes. The self-deprecating smile made his face, which was so stiff that he could not express many expressions, look even more bitter.
He had long known that once he stood under the spotlight, his shortcomings would be exposed, and every one of his shortcomings would be scrutinized by others.
More than once he had thought too much for fear of making mistakes, and always messed things up because of thinking too much.
Although Yangyang and the boss had advised him not to be so cautious when doing things, and not to spend too much energy on things that have not happened yet.
But what others can do easily is as difficult as climbing to the sky for Su Lang.
He simply couldn't stop worrying.
Ever since a classmate who was taller than him pried open his mouth and painted his two slightly protruding front teeth black with black paint, anxiety has become an omnipresent darkness in his life.
Before meeting Qiao Yiqiao, Su Lang even felt that as long as he could breathe, he would fall into unreasonable anxiety because of any action he took.
As for these comments, they are not wrong.
However, as he gradually reached the position of Best Actor which he had never dared to dream of, he neglected the fact that his appearance was not perfect.
The only good thing he can boast is his barely passable acting skills...
Looking back now, Su Lang feels that everything he has experienced since entering the circle is really ironic and ridiculous.
Although "Chaos School" performed well and won awards abroad, it was not a big hit. Although he took on a small-budget art film "Champs Elysees" after that, it was not a big hit either, but he accidentally won an award.
As a result, many voices came out saying that he was unworthy of the position.
Even if he really becomes the best actor, so what? Even if he quits the entertainment circle and goes to school, so what?
He thought that all he needed to do was act, but he didn't expect to receive so much bad reviews after becoming famous.
The bullying that he couldn't escape back then will not let him go now.
"Little buck teeth!"
"Black Tooth Ghost..."
Snap——
Su Lang was disturbed by the complicated emotions, so he simply slapped the plastic cover back with great force.
It’s okay when there are no results, but once there are results, the overwhelming negative reviews will make people feel suffocated.
Is this the entertainment industry? It seems no different from school.
For Su Lang, the script is like Pandora's box.
Even though he knew that opening it would not bring any good results, as long as it lay quietly on the table, Su Lang would uncontrollably have a strong desire to open it.
After drinking a cup of coffee, the strong bitterness did not dilute the thoughts that Su Lang thought should not have arisen.
It seems that Qiao Yiqiao's influence on him has not dissipated yet.
However, even if anyone has worked with Qiao Yi Qiao for many years, they probably won’t be able to resist the fatal temptation of immersing themselves in a role, right?
However, Su Lang had lost the courage to open the script.
Speaking of which, Su Lang's passion for the film and television industry is no less than Qiao Yiqiao's.
However, the inferiority complex that has lingered since being bullied makes Su Lang easily affected by negative emotions from the outside world.
When seeing malicious comments, Su Lang couldn't even control the beast in his heart, and frantically wanted to get rid of those who had hurt him in the most brutal way...
Snap——
The lights danced, and the light above changed color after tripping again.
The whiteness added an inexplicable coldness, and Su Lang's increasingly gray eyes made him look like a puppet without a soul.
"Don't think too much about it. You can read the script first and then make a decision."
Another line of words popped up on the screen, and the concise and clear words easily dispelled the haze in Su Lang's heart.
These few words made Su Lang temporarily forget his dissatisfaction with the past, and even his attention was drawn back to the thin script in front of him.
The boss always managed to surprise him and was always the first to notice when something was wrong with him.
Just like when they first met, he almost jumped off the bridge.
The hand that controlled his movements and brought him back to his senses from the edge of the overpass also pulled back his shaky emotions once again.
Su Lang placed his hand on the cover and decided to give it a try as he said.
As the story unfolds, the confusion and bewilderment in Su Lang's eyes slowly dissipate as he turns the pages, and his reading speed becomes faster and faster.
When the script turned to the last page, Su Lang's tense mouth finally relaxed a little.
"It seems that no matter how much time has passed, I can't refuse your help..."
"Okay, I promise."
After briefly replying to the text message, Su Lang decided to learn in advance about the variety show that Qiao Yi Qiao invited him to participate in.
When Su Lang logged into his social account that he had not used for a long time, the shadow under his eyes seemed even darker under the reflection of the screen.
Su Lang had thought about how others might talk about him during the years since he had escaped from the film and television industry, and he was even prepared for others to smear him to the end.
But when he saw the @ comments scrolling rapidly on the screen, those fans who had been away for a long time still felt an indescribable warmth.
When he noticed that most of the comments on the midterm were actually posted recently, the warmth in Su Lang's heart turned into unexpected shock because of their persistence for so long!
"@Zhiweizhe Official, please come and see our movie star @明月朗照! He is good value for money and acts well. He became famous at a young age and retired early. He is a hot topic. Don't miss the opportunity, official!"
"@Ziweizhe Official If you can invite him to this warm-up show, I will open 10 memberships!"
"@Zhiweizhe official website won't say anything else, please look at @Mingyuelangzhao's data, inviting him is a sure win!"
The script was wet with tears, and the ink left circles of dark marks.
Su Lang lowered his head and typed on the keyboard, and responded to the official list of proposed invitations with a sentence "Thank you for the invitation, I will attend the appointment on time."
"Please buy me a ticket back home."
He said when the man called again.
(2) Rebirth
"Teacher Su, Teacher Su?"
The staff's call brought Su Lang, who had just got off the plane, back to his senses. He smiled apologetically and motioned for the staff to continue.
"Please wait for a moment at the white line in front. The previous group's performance will end in ten minutes. You need to stand here to prepare for the performance."
A staff member holding a notebook as thick as a finger pointed to the preparation area for Su Lang, then hurried off to remind the next actor who was supposed to appear.
The sound of shutter buttons being pressed kept echoing, and the director's urging accompanied by the sound of electric current kept shuttling backstage. Su Lang, who had already stood still, looked up with a bit of confusion.
He looked at the busy staff on both sides in a daze, as if he had not yet realized where he was.
He clenched his fists, but couldn't calm his pounding heart.
Dong——dongdong——
As his heartbeat quickened again, Su Lang clenched the rolled-up script in his hand.
Although the scene he was going to perform on stage was only a short clip of a few minutes, the script in Su Lang's hand still looked more tattered than those in the hands of other actors.
The script had clearly just been handed to him, but it was already crumpled to pieces and there were some clear notes smeared out on it that had already shown through the back of the paper.
"Is it necessary to be so serious... I'm just here to help warm up the atmosphere."
Another actor who passed by Su Lang muttered softly, his tone full of confusion as to why so much fuss was made for such a small clip.
Su Lang ignored him.
Even though he had been away from the circle for many years, he always remembered the first lesson Qiao Yiqiao taught him.
No matter how high you reach, as long as you remain an actor, you must respect and awe the camera and the audience.
So, even though he could only record his face for a few minutes today, Su Lang had done his homework in advance.
But...does he have to go on stage today?
Do you have to tear apart all the pain of the past while performing this scene, and then deliberately pretend that you have amazing acting skills in order to portray the tortuous and difficult mental journey of those who have been bullied?
Otherwise, just run...
Just as Su Lang moved his feet silently, he suddenly felt that someone was staring at him behind the curtain!
In some matters, Su Lang's sixth sense is eerily accurate.
He raised his eyes slightly and met a gentle and calm gaze from behind the curtain.
And the owner of that gaze was also the biggest motivation for him to muster up the courage to stand on the stage again after retiring for many years...
No matter how much time had passed, he didn't want the person who saved him from the quagmire to feel the slightest bit disappointed in him.
"Second group of actors, please take your positions!"
Time was successfully delayed by this sight, and Su Lang had no chance to escape.
When Su Lang walked onto the stage, he responded with a smile to Qiao Yi Qiao, who was looking at him with trust.
As long as he is around, Su Lang doesn't even need to make an effort to mobilize his emotions, and can immerse himself in the role he needs to perform next in a relaxed and natural state.
When he closed his eyes, he was Actor Su who had been away from the camera for a long time, a coward who only knew how to escape.
When he opened his eyes, he transformed his emotions into that of a brave father who had repeatedly endured school bullying and was left with psychological trauma, but who mustered up the courage and determination to seek justice for his daughter after his daughter suffered the same misfortune!
Su Lang's eyes were bloodshot, and every step he took on the stairs seemed to shatter the building.
He first pulled out the belt from around his waist, hid it in his right fist behind his back, and then hammered on the door several times with his left fist.
Obviously, the furious father was ready to teach the man behind the door a lesson.
But when the actor opposite him opened the door with an annoyed look on his face, Su Lang, who rarely acted out of character, instantly pulled himself out of the role and even took a few steps back in disbelief.
"Why is it you?!"
The actor is both the villain who bullied the father in the play when he was a child, and the father of the person who the daughter said bullied her.
It was natural for Su Lang to react like this when he met someone who had once left a shadow on him.
If someone who doesn't know the truth about this matter, they might think that Su Lang's performance at this moment is very impressive.
But Su Lang himself knew clearly that when he saw that face, fear and surprise took root under his feet, leaving him with no way to escape!
The past events and the present script were intertwined and confused, causing him to suddenly feel an intense fear of being unable to escape the manipulation of fate.
Moreover, the actor opposite him, both in terms of eye shape and his nonchalant expression, are exactly the same as the classmate who forcibly pried open his jaw that year!
The anger that was originally just due to professional ethics, when the eyes met those, the immense rage that had been accumulating for many years seemed to have a lit fuse and was about to explode.
Even just looking at his face, Su Lang felt that his sanity was in danger.
He wanted to use the self-defense skills that A'mo taught him and break his nose with one punch!
In the other person's eyes, Su Lang saw the bloodshot corners of his own eyes, as well as a horrible expression that was a mixture of fear and hideousness, which seemed to be beyond the scope of human beings.
Now he is no longer the actor Su who is famous for his ability to interpret delicate emotions. Instead, he is more like the villains in Qiao Yiqiao's works who are extremely crazy and will even attack anyone indiscriminately.
Do you want to take action?
He had already read the show rules and knew them by heart.
This program has a high degree of freedom. In addition to the story background which has already been determined, even the script can be freely modified and performed by the participating actors.
Therefore, no matter what choice Su Lang makes, it will not affect the development of the plot.
Even if he really hurt the actor by mistake, he only needed to say that he was acting on the spot and apologize to the actor afterwards.
What's more, it's better to force yourself into a madman than to be forced into a psychopath by others...
As for the family-friendly script of putting aside grudges and making dumplings together, it is really not suitable for me.
Even if I just want to vent through the role, I want to...
"You, who are you?!"
"No, what are you going to do!"
"Of course I'm here to teach you how to behave!"
After grabbing the actor's collar, Su Lang simply placed his thumb between his index finger and middle finger, preparing for an attack.
But just as Su Lang continued the drama with an even more ferocious and crazy expression, he discovered that the other party's eyes were filled with panic and helplessness, as if he was being stared at by a wild beast.
The guest actor's body became straight and tense as his fists were raised higher and higher, as if he had completely lost the ability to control his limbs due to the intense fear.
Su Lang was very familiar with his reaction.
It was the same helplessness I felt when I was bullied.
The blood in Su Lang's body, which was boiling with anger, instantly cooled down.
The lights around him kept flickering, and the camera coldly recorded his panic as he had nowhere to escape.
It was only then that Su Lang finally understood why Qiao Yiqiao insisted on letting him come here to participate in this program, and why he gave him this script...
It seems that Qiao Yi Qiao has no intention of venting his negative emotions in public in order to overcome the shadow in his heart.
He would just stick to his own judgment and stop the iron fist that was about to fall again and again.
But what's the point of doing this...
He will never forgive those who have hurt him!
But when he glanced at the judging panel out of the corner of his eye while observing the movements nearby, he happened to see another familiar face.
Although the girl dressed more maturely than she did a few years ago, her habit of blushing when she got excited had not changed.
But when he saw clearly the person sitting near the girl in the audience holding up a banner with his name on it, Su Lang suddenly stopped swinging his fist.
In an instant, Su Lang's heart felt heavy as if a huge rock was pressing on it.
However, he was still struggling against this force, even though the veins on the back of his hands were bulging and exposed.
He didn't understand why he had to choose to forgive...
Obviously, all problems could be solved if he just swung his fist down and punched the man opposite him hard in the face.
But he also didn't understand why he, who had already made the decision, couldn't go ahead with the action just because of other people's attention.
The gazes of the fans outside the stadium were like a judgment on his behavior.
He knew that they would review this clip over and over again, as if they wanted to observe his performance through a magnifying glass, and read the deeper meaning they wanted to express from their performance as they did in the past.
If the fist really went down, what would they read into it? Would they see that he had done it on purpose, that there was a darker, more vile nature hidden deep in his soul?
If he doesn't do this, where will he release his emotions...
However, does his self-salvation necessarily require hurting others?
But why! Why didn't those people consider these things when they hurt me? Why should I consider these things?
The fear of being abandoned by fans and the urge to vent all the chaotic emotions in his mind kept conflicting in his mind, and Su Lang subconsciously turned to Qiao Yiqiao for help.
But Qiao Yiqiao's gaze was extremely calm, and he was not even startled by his own actions.
This time, he seemed to decide not to give himself any hints.
Such an indifferent Qiao Yiqiao was not uncommon, but the current calmness made Su Lang feel a little helpless.
Just when Su Lang couldn't help trembling under everyone's gaze, Qiao Yi Qiao nodded his chin slightly, as if hinting at something.
Su Lang turned around and glanced secretly at his feet.
This glance finally added a weight to one end of the scale in his heart.
That’s right, he is not Su Lang who was driven to despair by school bullying, but a father who wants to seek justice for the girl!
If he put down his fists at this point, it would not be in line with the feelings of a father who wants to protect his daughter.
After taking a deep breath, Su Lang clenched his fist again.
"You... you psychopath, just try and touch me. If you do that to me here, the police will definitely arrest you!"
"If you go to jail, there will be no one to take care of your precious daughter!"
The provocative tone overlapped with the face that had opened his jaw ten years ago, making Su Lang, who was angry, raise the belt in his hand high, as if he wanted to beat the other person to pieces.
Just as countless pains were engulfing Su Lang and about to drag him into another abyss, there was a sound of footsteps getting closer and closer behind Su Lang...
"Dad! Are you going to hit this uncle!?"
The little girl who suddenly appeared at this moment did not appear in the script that Su Lang got.
However, this sudden plot pulled Su Lang, who was very concerned about the development of the story, back from the brink of an explosion.
He tied the man to the handrail of the stairs with a belt, then squatted down and spoke gently to the little girl in front of him.
"I'm sorry, Dad doesn't want to lie to you. But he and his family hurt you, so I have to do this."
"But...but Dad, if you do this, won't it hurt them too?"
"Now that you've been hurt by them, can you raise your fist again and hurt us again..."
"If this cycle continues, when will we be able to stop hurting each other and return to normal life..."
The little girl, with uneasy eyes, whispered as she secretly observed his expression, but she never let go of the hand that was holding Su Lang's sleeve.
When she raised her misty tearful eyes to look at Su Lang, the trembling pearls on her eyelashes made Su Lang's heart soften.
"But what should we do if Dad and you are bullied?"
He smiled and rubbed the girl's hair, as if he was asking the girl, or as if he was asking himself who had secretly hidden back in the bed with tears on his face.
"Dad! Didn't you listen to what I said carefully before you left? I bit the boy who bullied me on the face!"
"As for those who have bullied you, you should bully them back in the same way. If you think it's too late, then ask for some interest."
The little girl smiled and tilted her head back, then handed a marker to him.
"The police officer said that you can't hit people casually."
"But if Dad just wants to play games with them, then the police can't do anything about it~"
"If you are really angry about this uncle bullying you, just draw lots of turtles on his body! It will take him two or three days to wash them off!"
"Why did you want Dad to draw a turtle on that uncle's arm?"
"Because I know Daddy won't really hurt him, and also because you are different from them~"
Looking at the innocent and lively smile on the little girl's face, a sour feeling kept rising in my nose.
But Su Lang had to admit that what the little girl said actually soothed his unwilling heart.
The suggestion made by the girl calmly and frankly reminded Su Lang of the exhausted look on Qiao Yiqiao's face when he was filming "Chaotic Campus".
"Boss, why did you choose me to play this role?"
"Because I want to do an experiment, to see if you can use the negative emotions in your heart for other things."
"Somewhere else?"
When Su Lang was wondering whether his boss was a lunatic, Qiao Yi Qiao handed him a cigarette.
"I also had a lot of negative emotions, but I have movies. What about you? What do you have?"
Qiao Yiqiao asked him this.
After hearing this, Su Lang fell silent.
Yeah, what does he have?
He has a boss.
Ever since he joined the Xicui Gang, Qiao Yiqiao has been paying attention to his emotions.
Even today, Qiao Yiqiao still wants to use this little girl's actions to make himself realize that he is completely different from those who hurt him in the past...
Qiao Yiqiao's judgment is always so accurate.
He really couldn't be like those people, who could hurt anyone they disliked without any pressure.
Judging from his character or experience, he is not a person who repays evil with kindness.
He has been in the industry for many years and has been hacked many times. When the unscrupulous media asked him questions he didn't want to answer, he never thought of saying something that would hurt the other party.
And the time when this feeling was strongest was when he saw those haters saying bad things about his brother.
When Su Lang was promoted, he was still too young and thought that just one movie would allow him to get rid of his past of being bullied. He had no idea that he would face more challenges after becoming famous.
But this is how the circle works. If you can’t stand it, you lose.
Therefore, no matter how strong the urge to take revenge on that group of people is.
At the last moment, Su Lang would still put down his fist with a wry smile, just like he did today.
"Dad! You have to draw faster, we still have to go home for dinner."
The girl raised the marker in her hand in front of Su Lang and patted her hungry stomach.
Su Lang was silent for a moment, took the pen from her hand, and quickly drew a few big turtles on the hand of the guest actor.
"The time you hurt me before has just passed...but..."
Su Lang slowly put away his pen, smiled and patted the face of his co-actor who had finally escaped.
But just when everyone thought that this scene was finally over, Su Lang's raised fist kept getting bigger in the other party's terrified pupils, and fell rapidly like a meteor from the sky.
Bang--
The sound was so heavy that it was harsh, causing everyone on the sidelines to gasp.
But when everyone looked closely, they found that Su Lang's fist just brushed past his ear.
As for the loud noise just now, it was actually a hollow wall made of paper pulp by the program team, which was only for show.
Su Lang grabbed his collar, pushed his bloated body onto the stairs, and warned him coldly.
"But you must remember that I will never forgive you."
"Moreover, if you and your son do not restrain yourselves, one day the mistakes you have made will be settled by the law and by all the victims."
"You'd better not let me see that day. Then I will set off fireworks to celebrate!"
After saying that, Su Lang unbuckled the belt on his hand, and no longer deliberately avoided the gaze of his "daughter". Instead, he took her hand and slowly walked down the stairs.
The moment he turned around and left, Su Lang finally figured it out.
Rather than using violence to collect the interest for what happened in the past from them, Su Lang really could not tolerate himself becoming as disgusting as them.
He couldn't lose any shot that was the only chance for him to show off his special talents, nor could he disappoint the person who had finally pulled him back from the abyss!
"Come on, Dad will take you home~"
“Yeah!”
When the backs of the father and daughter appeared at the corner of the stairs, the curtain representing the end of a scene gradually moved towards the middle.
The spotlight flashed above Su Lang's head, and he pulled the little girl to stand in the center of the stage.
Having finally reconciled with himself, he no longer felt the lights were so glaring. Instead, he felt extremely happy because he was on the stage and because he used his talent to interpret more lives.
The lights dimmed and the curtains were about to close completely.
Su Lang bent his waist deeply and bowed towards the audience.
This is not only a complete farewell to the shadow of the past that has been haunting him, but also a celebration of his rebirth on this stage.
At the moment when the stage was completely plunged into darkness, an unprecedented relaxed expression appeared on Su Lang, who was once jokingly called "bowstring". The good and evil in his heart were also completely clear after this scene.
he shouted to everyone across the stage before exiting.
"I—am—back—"
The thunderous cheers, shouts and sobs mixed in the studio, stirring up a warm and crazy echo.
Qiao Yi Qiao also smiled happily and answered softly.
"Welcome home."
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