818 The actor who was raised by my milk

On the set, the lighting and scenery have been carefully adjusted, rendering "closed" and "loneliness" with atmosphere.

After several months of filming, Yan Jiu has grasped the character of the characters to the point that no one needs to point them out.The last few scenes went very smoothly, and today I completed the original two-day workload in one day.At this moment, Director Jiang is sitting behind the monitor with the assistant director to discuss. If they think it is OK, Lin Chuan's role will end today, which also means that "Oasis" will soon enter the post-production process.

The scene was very quiet. Regardless of what they were busy with, the staff all paid careful attention to Director Jiang's reaction. Only Yan Jiu seemed absent-minded, sitting among the props as if he had just woken up, and his eyes slowly followed Dust flying under the lights.

The light flickered almost invisibly, and at the same time, Yan Jiu suddenly raised his head and looked in an empty direction.

Director Jiang raised his right hand and made a signature fist movement, "O——K——!"

There was uneven applause on the set. In the atmosphere of celebration, only Yan Jiu seemed out of place. He was still looking in the same direction, and slowly got up, with a blank look in his eyes, as if he was about to pass through the wall and look at someone. very far away.

Everyone said "Congratulations on the finale", the joyful atmosphere seemed to set off an invisible heat wave in the studio, Yan Jiu looked at the gray walls, but suddenly felt a chill rising down the spine, and then, this chill seemed to roll up Hurricane, gouged out a cold hole in his chest.

Yan Jiu trembled all over, feeling unexplainable palpitations.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

"Director Jiang—Yan Jiu seems to be unwell!"

For a while, a lot of people gathered around, and after a while, Yan Jiu recovered from the inexplicable sense of emptiness, and said to those who cared about him: "It's okay, no need."

There was supposed to be a dinner party tonight, but Yan Jiu was not in good health, no one dared to ask him out at this time, so the assistant called Uncle Bai who was waiting outside, and took Yan Jiu back to the hotel.

As soon as he entered the room, two accompanying doctors gave Yan Jiu a simple physical examination. He didn't have a fever, and everything was normal except for a slightly fast heartbeat.

Uncle Bai asked him where he felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't answer, because the feeling was not physical discomfort, but an unexplainable uneasiness, as if he had forgotten something very important, and he was vaguely aware of it, but couldn't remember it What the hell did you forget.

Yan Jiu looked out the window for a while, then suddenly remembered something, picked up the phone, and clicked on Chi Ming's WeChat—two unread messages, one about the snow scene taken at the toll booth, and one about the snowman.

Chi Ming's head was covered in gray from the heavy snow, and he still made a silly gesture to Yan Jiu.

Emotions can be contagious. Yan Jiu finally relaxed and frowned all the way. He tapped his finger on the screen, but deleted it after typing a few words. He called up the address book and called Chi Ming directly.

Chi Ming's cell phone was quietly sinking at the bottom of the water, and after a few beeps, the voice prompt "Temporarily unavailable".

Yan Jiu's brows that had been stretched just now frowned again, and then dialed again.

Uncle Bai said: "Mr. Chi will arrive in Qingchuan at eight o'clock at the earliest, and he should still be on the way now. I checked the weather and it is snowing along the way. Maybe the signal is not good."

Yan Jiu agreed with him, but still dialed again.

Uncle Bai: "It may be that the battery is out. Although Mr. Chi has a power bank, he never remembers to charge it, and his mobile phone is a bit old. If the navigation is turned on all the time, it will be good if the power can last for an hour. , Also, it may be because the weather is too cold, so I turned off the machine once in the morning at low temperature."

Yan Jiu stopped dialing and was a little lost in thought while holding the phone.

Uncle Bai automatically put the blame on his body, "Blame me, I should have suggested that you give Mr. Chi a mobile phone as a gift for New Year's Day, but I thought it was too practical and not suitable for this stage, so I didn't mention it to you."

Yan Jiu looked out of the window again. The weather in Jiuxiandian is still very good tonight, with a thin layer of night covering the nearly gorgeous stars.

Uncle Bai thought about it for a while, and suddenly said: "By the way, Lord Jiu, I forgot to ask you a question. Did you participate in a children's talent show when you were young? I started following you when you were seven years old. Everything before Not very clear."

Yan Jiu didn't answer, but somehow turned her attention to Uncle Bai.

Uncle Bai took out his mini tablet, logged on to his Weibo, and found one from his collection to show to Yan Jiu, "I thought this picture was nonsense at first, but the more I looked at it, the more it looked like you."

The blogger ID Blue Fatty Excavator, who specializes in digging out the corners of the entertainment industry, somehow followed Chi Ming's black history in "Rising Star" and dug up these small pictures with touching quality.

The text said that the picture was dug out from the third episode of the show, and it belonged to a contestant who retired midway, but the program team still cut a few shots of him into the end credits, which originally belonged to the kind of flash-by, If you don't look carefully, you won't notice the details, but that player is too eye-catching.

There is an ignorant child in the picture, with the flower-shaped sign of "No. [-]" pinned to his chest. Even though the picture quality is touching, you can still see that the child has red lips, white teeth and white eyebrows. Closing the ears, at first glance she looks like a pretty little girl, but there is an immature heroism between her brows, and the whole image is just stuck on the dividing line of gender.

Yan Jiu frowned slightly.

Uncle Bai tentatively asked, "Master Jiu, is this you?"

Yan Jiu was noncommittal, but opened her mobile Weibo and found a video.

Between No. [-] and No. [-], No. [-] was cut off, and as for No. [-], it was Chi Ming who was only eight years old.

Yan Jiu had no impression of this program at all. According to his own memory and what his second uncle said, that was the time when he was the most ill, and he hardly got out of bed for half a year.

The screenshot is too blurry, Yan Jiu can't answer Uncle Bai's question, but in his heart, he has already confirmed that number five is himself, but if that's the case...

The original vague anxiety began to swell, and Yan Jiu gradually felt a little out of control.

"Uncle Bai, go find this show."

"Okay Master Jiu, I will contact the station to find the full version and see if I can get more tidbits."

Yan Jiu called Chi Ming again, but still couldn't get through.

There was no extra emotion on his face, he just looked out the window without doing anything, and made a phone call every few minutes until nine o'clock.

Feeling the invisible pressure in the air, Uncle Bai counted the time and called the hotel Chi Ming booked in Qingchuan City. The front desk replied that the guests hadn't checked in, and said that there was heavy snow in the area, and many guests were delayed, so they didn't have to worry.

Uncle Bai's phone call was on the speakerphone, and Yan Jiu heard these words verbatim, but the atmosphere did not ease in the slightest.

"Master Jiu, don't worry..."

Before Uncle Bai finished his comforting words, Yan Jiu's cell phone rang suddenly, and Uncle Bai immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Look—" He wanted to say, look, isn't this a call, but it wasn't Chi Ming on the screen? name.

It's Shen Danqing.

Yan Jiu looked at the screen and hesitated for two or three seconds. When answering the call, her fingers trembled inexplicably.

The phone was connected, and neither party spoke immediately.

Yan Jiu squeezed her restless heartbeat into her mouth, heard Shen Danqing sigh, and said two words softly: "Sorry..."

Yan Jiu seemed to hear a noisy sound, Shen Danqing's words were like a piece of glass falling from the sky, shattered into thousands of sharp-edged fragments, and pierced through his chest one by one, cutting into his heart, the sharp blade rolled into a hurricane, Rolling with flesh and blood, rushing left and right, and finally pieced together into a complete meaning——

A car rushed out of the highway this evening and fell into the sea under the cliff.

And the driver was Chi Ming.

The rescue team has salvaged the wreckage and contacted Shen Danqing according to the license plate information, but so far, they have not found the driver.

Yan Jiu held the phone, didn't speak, just looked out of the window expressionlessly, so Uncle Bai spoke for him in the second half, and Uncle Bai said that he would do everything possible to provide manpower and material resources to cooperate with the rescue team in the search and rescue activities .

After saying this, he began to dispatch manpower, and reported the progress to Yan Jiu in real time.

Yan Jiu's reaction was calm beyond Uncle Bai's expectations. He remained motionless in the sitting position when he answered the phone, without any emotional fluctuations in his eyes, and even his breathing was long and even.

But it's so even, it's like counting the beats to give yourself oxygen.

Uncle Bai wanted to comfort Yan Jiu, saying that Chi Ming might have swam to a certain shore, and the rescue team might rescue him at any time, but he didn't dare to give Yan Jiu such specific hopes, so after hesitating for a long time, he could only gently hold his palm Pressing on Yan Jiu's shoulder, "I will find it."

Yan Jiu gave an almost inaudible "hmm".

It is impossible for a person to disappear completely in this world. Even if a fire burns out, there will always be a lot of ashes left behind.

will find--

Yan Jiu has no doubts about this.

What happened on the expressway tonight was a series of chain accidents with serious casualties. Chi Ming was just a missing figure in the whole accident. Considering public opinion and many other factors, his identity was not disclosed in the report. In the next 24 During the hour, the search and rescue continued intensely, but except for a few people, the whole world didn't know that Chi Ming's life or death was uncertain. Fans hurriedly lit candles for the victims, but they didn't know that one of these candles might also be Chi Ming. .

Yan Jiu seemed to have calmed down completely. When Uncle Bai reported the progress to him, he would not only listen carefully, but also ask questions and directions, as if he had no doubt that he would find Chi Ming, which made Uncle Bai gradually relieved.

On the second night, Yan Jiu didn't sleep much, and folded a lot of "blessing" thousand paper cranes. In the early morning of the third day, he suddenly brought the thousand paper cranes in long strings and said that he wanted to visit the scene of the accident.

Sensible adults know that paper cranes are useless, but Uncle Bai didn't say anything, but silently prepared more cold clothes for Yan Jiu, and drove him there.

The scenery along the Haiheng Expressway is as beautiful as in the legend, and you can see the morning glory of the vast mountains and the junction of the sea and the sky.

Yan Jiu was wearing a warm cashmere coat and sitting in the back row, playing with paper cranes of different colors. When turning a corner, the first ray of sunlight came through the clouds and fell into his clear eyes through the car window.

Uncle Bai said, "I will find it."

Yan Jiu gave an "um" as usual, and looked towards the distant sky.

The terrain is getting higher and the sea is getting farther away.

The closer you are to the accident site, the darker and bluer the sea will be.

Uncle Bai slowed down and pulled over to the side of the temporary roadblock. Even after two days, the guardrails that hadn't been repaired in time showed the tragedy of the accident scene.

Uncle Bai opened the car window, turned around and said, "It's windy outside, Master Jiu, please tie your scarf first."

Yan Jiu responded, and carefully tied the scarf. Only then did Uncle Bai notice that he was wearing Chi Ming's scarf.

I'm afraid it's already a relic... Thinking about it, Uncle Bai opened the car door for Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu said: "You wait in the car, I will go there by myself."

Uncle Bai opened his mouth worriedly, but didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

He knew that Yan Jiu and Chi Ming had a very good relationship, but after all, they had only been together for a short period of one or two months, and Yan Jiu had never succumbed to fate no matter what kind of illness he had suffered in the past 20 years. Indestructible toughness, so Uncle Bai never thought that such a Yan Jiu would do something stupid for someone.

The sea breeze has a damp and salty taste, supporting the gradually bright sunshine.

As long as you close your eyes and face the sky, you can feel the presence of the sun even if the clouds are thick. Maybe the sun has a unique texture, or it is the most primitive life instinct.

No evidence.

No reason is needed either.

But can know very clearly.

Just like the first day of the accident, Yan Jiu already understood that Chi Ming was gone.

Not on the other side of WeChat, not on the other side of the phone, and not in any city.

That person no longer exists in any corner of the world, and has... never been seen again.

Yan Jiu stepped over the roadblock and bent down to hang a string of thousand paper cranes on the damaged protective fence.

The thin paper cranes swayed, unable to resist the wind at all.

Just like people born in this world, no one can resist the unknown of fate.

Yan Jiu remembered that when he was a child, he suffered from illness and was hospitalized, and his classmates also folded a thousand paper cranes and went to see him.

When a person was young, although he was pure and sincere, he was also innocent and cruel. Maybe he was so sick at that time that some classmates said to him: "If I were you, I might as well die."

This sentence has always remained in Yan Jiu's heart, accompanying him to wake up from the coma again and again.

Yan Jiu knows better than anyone that living is no easier than dying.

He has been unable to sleep for a week because of unrelieved pain, and during those nights that seem to never end, he will try to ask himself, why am I still alive?

yes……

why?

Maybe because there is always light at the end of the night.

And some people, even if you can't meet, are still holding you back somewhere in the world.

Unfortunately, that person no longer exists.

The sea breeze rolls up the clarity of the flowing clouds.

Step by step, the faint figure calmly walked towards the dark blue end point.

The waves swallow the fleeting obsession.

The tide caresses the shore and sings softly, but what passes by is always forever.

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