Xie Wei's good fortune did not die with his death.

The movies he had made were rejected due to changes in policy direction. The producers did not arrange for theaters to broadcast them directly on the Internet, and their reputation exploded overnight.

Xie Wei became extremely popular, occupying the headlines of entertainment news for three consecutive days, and his acting skills were regarded as superb.

However, at this time when everyone was most interested in him, he died.

Xie Wei suffered from depression and paranoia, and took medicine for many years. His condition was originally under control. But when he decided to take revenge, no one knew why he stopped taking his medicine.

Then, the guilt of murder, the relief of revenge, and perhaps other complex factors, ultimately led him to choose this path.

The world does not know the twists and turns, but only regrets that a generation of genius has come to an end.

Everyone was sighing, if they had known Xie Wei earlier, if more people had supported him, maybe he wouldn't have come to this point.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

The good things in the world are not solid, the colorful clouds are easily dispersed and the glass is fragile.

Xie Wei is like a meteor that flashes by, because it is bright and short-lived, and before the love has time to wear out, it falls in everyone's regret.

In people's hearts, he is frozen in the most perfect moment.

People have launched activities to commemorate Xie Wei online and offline, and the momentum is many times greater than Shao Meng's memorial activities. Every APP has related content on the homepage. I am afraid that in remote mountainous areas, as long as there is a smart phone, you will know Xie Wei.

A safer house than following a paper man is to follow a dead person.

Xie Wei's Weibo has tens of millions of fans.

His last Weibo post was published five years ago to promote the movie.

The comment section was flooded with tears.

Everyone was very sad, as if they had lost their most important friend, the best actor, and the most admirable brother.

Jian Jing was still motionless.

She was buried in her home writing a book.

"Rose, Gold and Killer" has a small number of words, about 200,000 words. Nearly 80% of it was completed during the New Year holiday. The part that made her repeatedly consider and delete was the love scene.

She had a hard time writing before and didn't know how to express the hazy and light feelings of the two people, but now, she already knows how to write.

The girl's attitude towards the killer gradually progressed from distrust to trust, from suspicion to dependence. However, her heart was full of hatred, and she never realized that her feelings changed unconsciously. When she looked back, everything became the past.

The killer went from being indifferent to the girl as an employer to sympathizing with her, and finally regained his soul because of this "humanity". He was no longer a cold and ruthless killing machine, and gradually developed his own likes and dislikes.

He decided to avenge the girl, but not because of the money, but out of a protective heart.

The girl's life should not be like this, her second half of life should be bright and brilliant, not behind bars.

The killer changed his plan, not letting the girl get involved, and went on his own.

Before leaving, he left a bunch of nameless wild flowers as a farewell.

There is no confession or sensationalism in the whole book, and the ending is the most orthodox writing style. The criminal's crime was exposed to the sun, and the killer paid the price of his own blood with his life.

The girl's life can continue.

She returned to normal life, was admitted to university, and everything was over.

The last 30,000 words were written quietly in a week. I finish them in one go every time, but when I look back, I still feel that my skills are not enough to describe the surging emotions in my heart with just a few strokes.

But the number of words can only be less, not more.

If it is too straightforward and too surging, the traces will be too heavy and obvious, as if it can't wait to stuff a spoonful of sponge sugar into the reader's mouth, which is too sweet.

Then, what about surging in silence? Like a diamond, without color, but shining brightly, wouldn't it be more touching?

No.

In fact, they don't love each other that much.

Diamonds are formed in an environment of high temperature and high pressure, and they are obtained after thousands of trials and tribulations. How could their love be stronger than gold when they had never even expressed their affection?

Love is not so cheap and casual, it is everywhere.

Jian Jing thought, it must be a dewdrop.

Walking in the forest in the early morning, a drop of dewdrops occasionally fell on the tip of her nose, crystal clear and pure, short and hazy, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a faint mark on her cheek. It

was cool and moist, very beautiful and sad.

Such an encounter was due to chance, and it will never happen again in the future.

Jian Jing deleted and revised, and put it down at the moment of finishing the manuscript.

Of course she regretted it. If she had known that his illness had relapsed, she should not have said so much nonsense to him. She should have sent him to the hospital, and maybe he could have been saved.

But thinking about it carefully, she felt that it was meaningless.

Xie Wei deliberately indulged his illness and allowed himself to be swallowed by darkness.

He was too tired to live.

In the past ten years, he had shouldered too much. Even if he became popular again today, time could not go back to 2010. Many people and many things have become a foregone conclusion and cannot be reversed.

He persisted until today, but he wanted to prove that he had not let anyone down and was worthy of the love and trust of others.

When his goal was achieved, he breathed a sigh of relief. He

could no longer move forward.

Jian Jing could not forget the relieved smile on his lips before he passed away.

This comforted her a little, at least at that moment, he was happy and relaxed.

She sent the first draft to Kang Mucheng.

Kang Mucheng already knew her plan and was not surprised at the time. But when he went back and read the manuscript carefully, his heart skipped a beat.

He knew Jian Jing too well.

If nothing happened, she would definitely not be able to write such a delicate and gentle paragraph.

Thinking of this, the words on the manuscript were like dancing figures, twisting and turning, and he couldn't read them at all. He thought for a long time and called Director Huang.

"Director Huang, um, this is Kang Mucheng." He said calmly, "It's okay, I'll tell you, we have already got the contract, there should be no problem, how about you?"

Director Huang complained bitterly: "I was planning to recommend Xie Wei, and Fei Niao finally agreed. Why did he... Oh, now I am at a loss."

Kang Mucheng asked: "What happened to Xie Wei?"

"He had a relapse of depression." Director Huang knew no more than anyone else. "He seemed fine before, but who would have thought that he would be gone in the blink of an eye."

He sighed for a long time, and suddenly asked: "By the way, is Jing Jing okay? I saw that she hasn't posted on Weibo or Moments recently. Is she okay?"

Sometimes, the biggest abnormality is doing nothing. Director Huang is not stupid, or rather, their sense of smell is actually more sensitive than anyone else.

On the day of leaving the hotel, perhaps everyone noticed the subtlety between Jian Jing and Xie Wei.

Kang Mucheng said, "She is busy writing a new book, why ask that?"

Director Huang hesitated for a moment, thinking that it was better to have less trouble: "Nothing, just asking casually, it's okay."

Kang Mucheng did not ask further, but he already knew it in his heart.

Xie Wei.

What happened between Jian Jing and Xie Wei after he left?

"Ding Dong——", the doorbell rang when Jian Jing was watching Xie Wei's last movie.

She thought it was Kang Mucheng, but after watching the video, it turned out to be a fat orange cat face.

Jian Jing couldn't help laughing and quickly opened the door: "Why are you here?"

"Tsk tsk." Jiang Baiyan lowered the brim of his hat, holding the fat pudding in one hand and carrying a lot of bags in the other hand, "Come in and talk."

Jian Jing made way.

He sneaked into the house, finally breathed a sigh of relief, put down the heavy cat biscuits, and shook his arms: "It's so heavy, Pudding has gained another two kilograms, I'm going crazy."

Jian Jing poured him some water: "How do you know my home?"

"Ask Mr. Kang." Jiang Baiyan took it and drank it all, then took off his hat and wiped the non-existent sweat, "Teacher Jingjing, I'm here to ask you for help."

Jian Jing: "?"

"I'm going to film a movie in Ice City." Jiang Baiyan put his hands on his hips and sighed, "My friends used to help me feed Pudding, but now it's not possible. It won't move when it's alone at home, and it's getting fatter and fatter. The doctor said it must lose weight. I can't bear to entrust it to the pet hospital, so I can only ask someone to save it." He

bowed ninety degrees: "Teacher Jingjing, please save me."

Jian Jing: "..." People who don't know would think it's entrusting an orphan to someone else.

"I don't know how to raise a cat." She doesn't dislike cats, but she doesn't know how to raise one.

Jiang Baiyan said, "I've prepared the cat bed, cat bowl, cat scratching board, cat bag, and cat litter. I'll go downstairs and get the cat litter and cat food from the car. It will be fine." Jian

Jing crossed her arms, "What if I don't agree?"

Jiang Baiyan raised Pudding's front legs and made a miserable pleading expression, "Please, please take me in."

Jian Jing: "..."

"Please." He said humbly, tears streaming down his face, "Our Pudding doesn't make noises, can be stroked and walked, and has no other problems except that he can eat. You will never find a more adorable cat than Pudding."

Although she knew he was acting, Jian Jing couldn't help laughing, "Okay, okay."

"Hurry, Pudding, kowtow to your mother." Jiang Baiyan pressed his cat's head and slapped it twice. The orange cat was really good-tempered. It just let him do whatever he wanted without even showing any sign of moving its claws.

"Don't bully Pudding." Jian Jing had already automatically put on the role of a pet owner. She couldn't help but grab the cat and hold it in her arms to stroke it.

Jiang Baiyan: "Then I'll go move the toilet."

He honestly ran twice and moved his son's toilet and food over, and then began to install the cat climbing frame and put it against the wall: "Teacher Jingjing, you have to let Pudding move more, so he can go out."

Jian Jing weighed the weight in her heart and agreed: "Okay."

"I will probably shoot for two months and will be back soon." Jiang Baiyan explained his whereabouts.

Jian Jing suddenly came to her senses: "You accepted a new play?"

She hadn't looked at her phone much in the past two days, but she also knew that the game of Devil 2 had begun. Jiang Baiyan accepted the role at this time, which was equivalent to giving up.

"Yes." Jiang Baiyan didn't make excuses and admitted it straightforwardly.

Jian Jing said "Oh" and didn't say anything.

But he went on talking: "Teacher, don't you ask me why?"

"You have your reasons," she said, "You don't need to explain to me."

Jiang Baiyan said: "But I want to explain."

"Then you tell me." She smiled.

Jiang Baiyan said seriously: "Because, you already have the best demon, the best hunter." The light in his eyes dimmed slightly, "I can't compare with him."

Jian Jing shook her head: "Don't say that, Xie Wei..." She thought about it and said seriously, "It took him ten years to get his current acting skills. You are only a few years old."

Writing is like a life of hardship, and acting is no different. Jiang Baiyan debuted at a young age, with a high starting point, and he is also very popular. It is not easy to have such acting skills.

But what about Xie Wei? He has experienced all kinds of human warmth and coldness.

"I understand the reason." Jiang Baiyan said, "But I have no chance to surpass him, right?"

Jian Jing was silent for a moment.

"Then I'll go first. Goodbye, Teacher Jingjing." He didn't hesitate and put on his hat again. Just before leaving the door, he said hesitantly, "And..."

After thinking it over again and again, he finally said with difficulty: "Our pudding... poop is a bit smelly. Be sure to turn on the exhaust fan before shoveling."

Jian Jing: "...Ha."

Jiang Baiyan fled in panic.