Where is his conscience? How can he feel good about taking human lives?
The filming process at the film and television studio lasted less than a month. After the actors had adjusted to the new situation, the progress was much faster.
From supporting roles to leading roles, everyone welcomed the wrap-up. Many of them became friends from colleagues and could even happily pose in front of the camera with flowers. As soon as they returned to the hotel, they couldn't bear to leave and burst into tears.
Wen Zichuan and Wei Xiaoming had the most rival scenes, and they were from the same company, so they didn't feel sad at all. They simply bought some delicious food and drinks and comforted the other crew members one by one, earning a lot of goodwill.
Finally, he had to go back to Dengyuan. During this month, Wen Zichuan restrained himself countless times and did not contact him.
Ms. Wang is right. Even without me, Brother Zhou will still be the most respectable child of the Cheng and Jiang families. His life will return to normal, and he will live a good and happy life.
Wen Zichuan opened the chat history with Pinot and turned to the page from two weeks ago.
Although he never mentioned his relationship with Cheng Sizhou, his sister seemed to know everything and kept an eye on him, telling him whether Cheng Sizhou had recovered and when he would be discharged from the hospital.
"Let's not talk about him. How do you feel? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Caring about his sister's condition is what he should do.
"I'm well now," Pinault said, as he often did in short messages, splitting each sentence into several. "But the doctor recommended that I stay in the hospital for a few days for observation. I'll follow his advice."
"Well, Dr. Cheng is a good doctor and very responsible." Wen Zichuan thought for a moment and said, "I'll come to see you when I get back to Dengyuan. I forgot to ask you last time, where is your home?"
Pinot sent the address: "Xelinan Road, No. 12, Tianchen Lake Phase 1."
In the afternoon after dinner, the carriage was shaking, giving people an unrealistic feeling of dizziness.
Wen Zichuan held the slightly hot mobile phone in his hand and searched for the address given by Pinault, only to find that Tianchen Lake on Xilinan Road was a luxurious villa area where the wealthy people of Dengyuan gathered.
His vanity and self-esteem took over at the same time, and he wanted to go back to Yangliu'an to take a shower, change his clothes, and dress himself up before seeing her, otherwise it would be embarrassing no matter how he looked at it.
"Teacher Wen, I'll take you there. Where are you going?" Xie Bing took him there and picked him up when he came back.
"I'm going back to Yangliu'an in the city center." Wen Zichuan felt embarrassed to trouble him too much. "You can drop me off once we get to the city. I have to catch the subway or..."
"What kind of joke is this?!" Xie Bing was furious. "You still think you're an amateur? Huh?"
Indeed, Wen Zichuan's Weibo fans have exceeded three million, so he is no longer an amateur. If it weren't for the point-to-point pick-up and drop-off this time, I'm afraid his fans would have blocked his way and made it difficult for him to move.
Wen Zichuan remained silent. Wei Xiaoming put down the game in his hand and shouted to the front row, "Why are you so fierce? Be careful or I'll tell my godfather that you don't even know how to arrange accommodations for your own artists."
Xie Bing was tricked by the little ancestor. He was so angry that his eyebrows and eyes were not eyes. His hands were shaking and he was almost rear-ended by the car in front.
"Stop making trouble. Okay, both of you go to Heting Manor. Rest first when you get there. I'll ask President Wei about his future arrangements."
Wen Zichuan was already used to wearing a hat and mask during private trips to avoid being photographed. But he wasn't prepared for the fact that he'd never be able to return to Yangliu'an, where he'd lived for a year.
Su Zhuo was nestled in the last row of the seven-seater car. "It's okay, Teacher Wen. I'll help you get to Yangliu'an. If you need anything, just tell me. We can also video chat."
"Then I'll trouble you." Wen Zichuan pulled the corner of his lips helplessly.
"What's the trouble? I'm your assistant," Su Zhuo said, smiling, revealing his two front teeth. "My job is to take good care of you. President Wei pays me a salary."
"That's right, Zichuan has such a good temper, I even want to be his assistant." Wei Xiaoming continued.
"No, no, you can't steal my job!" Su Zhuo "boldly" declined.
The group in the back seat were chatting animatedly, and no one noticed that the driver, Xie Bing, had turned a darker shade of black. With Wei Xiaoming's current status and status, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the crown prince of Xingyu Feiyu. But he didn't want to be an artist, but instead wanted to be someone else's assistant?
If Mr. Wei heard this, he would be so angry that he would faint.
After finishing filming a movie, artists usually take a break and arrange a trip or something, which is both a way to relax and unwind, and also to get away from the plot.
But Wei Jing was very busy and had no time to take care of this side. Xie Bing ran back to the capital to help him share his worries, and Lan Qin came to take care of the president's beloved little darling.
Lan Qin is not as "ferocious" as Xie Bing. As long as there is someone following them and there is no problem with their safety, she will occasionally let them go out for a walk.
"Look, my new mount!"
Wei Xiaoming finished filming obediently, and the wrap-up gift promised by Wei Jing had already been delivered. He hurriedly pulled Wen Zichuan to the parking lot to show off, with a gleam in his pupils, and he looked like a rich second-generation.
The sports car in front of him had smooth lines and bright colors. Even though Wen Zichuan didn't know much about these, he could tell from its appearance that it must be worth a lot of money.
"Can you drive?" Wen Zichuan teased him intentionally, "I've never seen you drive a car."
"You're kidding! I got my license as soon as I got back home. I just haven't had the chance to drive!" Wei Xiaoming pushed him into the passenger seat. "Hurry up and get in the car. I'll take you for a ride."
"Where are we going? Can we leave Heting?" Wen Zichuan couldn't resist and let the furry head in front of him fasten the seat belt on him.
Wei Xiaoming got in the car: "We are artists, not prisoners. We just need to stay within the area. Is there anywhere you want to go?"
"Go... Tianchen Lake? Is that okay?" Wen Zichuan thought of this. If he borrowed Xiaoming's "prestige" to visit his sister, such a beautiful sports car would be able to hold up the occasion, right?
"No problem! Let's go!" Wei Xiaoming started the engine and drove out with a step on the accelerator.
I made an appointment with Pinault in advance, and when the two of us arrived, she was already waiting at the door.
In early summer, Pinot, who was recuperating at home, wore an avocado green long dress and a silk headband of the same color tied to the thick long braid hanging on one side. She had a gentle temperament and a pleasant appearance.
Tianchen Lake is a villa area built by Dengyuan ten years ago. In the first phase, each household has its own door and yard. The greening in the area is particularly good. The trees planted in the early years have long been lush and green, creating a unique quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
Wen Zichuan and Wei Xiaoming were both here for the first time. They followed Pinot into the villa. The first to fourth floors of the building were decorated in Chinese style with a classical charm. The top half of the floor was made into a lofted terrace with wooden steps spiraling upwards. Both sides were filled with various flowers, like a small fairy tale forest.
"Wow, sister, your house is so beautiful!" Wei Xiaoming stared with his eyes wide open.
Wen Zichuan was also overwhelmed. He knew that in order to decorate the house like this, besides being rich, one must also have a heart that loves life.
"Do you take care of the flowers on the terrace yourself?" he turned and asked Pinault.
"Of course not. I hired a gardener," Pinault said, smoothing his wind-blown hair. "I spend half a year in the hospital. If the flowers were with me, they wouldn't last long."
"Flowers that are taken care of will bloom beautifully," Wen Zichuan smiled, "The same goes for you."
Wei Xiaoming ignored their conversation and went to lie down on the rocking chair under the parasol. "Ah! The air here is so good! I've decided, I want to live in this community too!"
Pinot was amused by him, poured him some juice, and then went down to the fourth floor with Wen Zichuan.
"I guess you have something to say to me." She grabbed the wrinkles on her skirt with both hands, glanced at Wen Zichuan, and then shifted her gaze to the window.
"Yes, I have something to say, but I want to hear your thoughts first." In fact, Wen Zichuan was also nervous, but he was the bond between his mother and sister, and the only man in the family. No matter how nervous he was, he could not retreat.
Pinot's throat moved. "I've been back home for two years now, and I've learned a little bit about the situation back home. For example, in the past, some families were so poor that they sold or abandoned their children. Daughters might even be killed. I looked up some information myself, and it scared me so much I couldn't sleep. If my biological parents had the same thoughts, then I have no reason to recognize them."
"I'm sorry." Wen Zichuan lowered his head.
"What?" Pinault didn't understand for a moment.
"We don't have a father, only a mother. I apologize to you on behalf of my mother. I'm sorry." Wen Zichuan said sincerely.
He kept his head down, not waiting for Pinault's reply. Abandoning a child is a serious crime under the law, but that was his mother, and he didn't ask for forgiveness, only for a chance to make amends.
"Why don't we have a father?" Pinault asked him to sit on the sofa. "Can you tell me about them?"
This is exactly what Wen Zichuan wanted to say.
He and Pinault were both adults, so as long as he told her everything that happened to his parents, she would understand and make her own judgment. If Pinault still didn't want to see his mother, he wouldn't force him.
The evening breeze was very nice. Wei Xiaoming fell asleep while playing with his mobile phone. On the sofa by the window on the fourth floor, Wen Zichuan's pleasant voice flowed like a spring, telling Pinot the story of Wen Duo and Lin Hanzhen in detail.
"If they were not the protagonists, it would have been a very good story." Pinault held his chin and imagined the past of his biological parents in his mind as if he was watching a movie.
"Who would like a story like this? Mom never waited for Dad, and she never felt that he truly loved her." Wen Zichuan's eyes were red, but he forced himself to stay calm. "She felt guilty for abandoning you. She felt guilty for many years."
"But we're all still alive, aren't we?"
"Are they all still alive?"
"As long as we're alive, there are still many possibilities. We can still meet again, and we can still explain things to each other. Even if we've missed each other for many years, there's still a chance to explain to each other." Pinot said firmly, "Every story should have an ending."
Her words reminded Wen Zichuan of Qin Zhihan and Song Xiang, who finally reunited after thirty years of separation. However, their relationship ended in a distant foreign country. Song Xiang died of illness, and Qin Zhihan committed suicide for love.
"Let's deal with him first." Pinault keenly grasped the details about Wen Duo. "You said he used to work at the Institute of Archaeology and then went abroad? An archaeologist, let's just call him an archaeologist. He studied Chinese history. What could he do abroad?"
According to the clues, it is speculated that after Wen Duo went abroad, he revealed the secret of Beiling Village to overseas gangs. The overseas gangs then organized tomb robbers to dig up the ancient tombs of Beiling Village, causing the outflow of cultural relics. Because a porcelain gui was missing, they again kidnapped children to get it.
So what kind of person was Wen Duo? As an archaeologist, he went abroad to collaborate with tomb robbers, destroying cultural relics of his homeland and taking human lives to achieve his goals. Even if he could not be punished by law, could he still live with his conscience?
Wen Zichuan didn't want to admit that he had such a father. He frowned and couldn't say anything.
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