Cannon fodder who wears books is a goblin

Qin Hesheng is not a good person, and Lin Cen's hands are not without blood.

Qin Hesheng had attacked him before, and killing him was nothing more than taking advantage of the trend of revenge, and no one could find a single fault with his righteousness.

But the key lies in the inevitable connection between killing Qin Hesheng and saving the little boy.

Qin Hesheng is just an ordinary person, and he is also a waste after getting the system.

On this point, Lin Cen was sure.

The only strange thing about him is the so-called system given by the Dao of Heaven, and the Dao of Heaven——

The way of heaven, the spirit of the world, and the incarnation of the world, in Lin Cen's cognition, these should all be the same kind of existence.

But the fact is the opposite.

The old man claimed to be the world, but he mentioned that there is another person in the way of heaven, and he gave Qin Hesheng system to help him rise up step by step, while the little Po boy said that he was the incarnation of the world.

The way of heaven can still be understood by managers who are beyond the direct, but how can one world become two, unless one person is lying.

So who will it be?

……

When Lin Cen returned, Uncle Chen was in the yard trimming the flowerbed with a pair of scissors.

The old man's hair was already half gray, and his body was still strong, and he looked very flexible and light when he walked back and forth in the garden.

Lin Cen strolled over, "Uncle Chen, good afternoon."

With a "click", the big scissors in Uncle Chen's hand tilted downwards, and a gap was broken in the flat bushes.

Uncle Chen's face was full of resentment. He stood the scissors on the ground, turned around and looked at the innocent Lin Cen with a dark face, "The sun is shining, Mr. Lin, it's better to go back to the room and stay, be careful of your skin."

Lin Cen put his hands in his trouser pockets, with a grumpy expression on his face, "It's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, I come here to rest, Uncle Chen, you do yours, I rest mine, let's not interfere with each other."

Chen Bo snorted coldly, touched the shrubs that had been clipped with distress, put down the scissors, and turned around to see that he was about to go back to the house.

Lin Cen raised his eyebrows, "Uncle Chen, where did you go this morning on such a hot day?"

Uncle Chen paused, with his back turned to Lin Cen, his old voice was indifferent and indifferent, "In the house, he didn't go anywhere."

Lin Cen asked slowly again, "You didn't come out to see such a big commotion today? Qi Shaoyang has been bullied to the top, and you can still sit on the Diaoyutai."

Uncle Chen's answer was watertight, "I'm old, my ears are not so good, I can't hear clearly, besides, the young master is very capable, no one can bully him."

The old man walked back with his hands behind his back. No matter what time he was wearing a suit and vest, he was extremely formal. The clothes must be ironed until there is no crease, and the buttons must be tight until the last one is buttoned.

Many of Qi Shaoyang's habits are also influenced by Uncle Chen. He is not like a housekeeper, but more like a patriarch of the family.

"Uncle Chen." Lin Cen's voice became serious, "Qi Shaoyang is not your young master, is he?"

"Nonsense!" Chen Bo turned around abruptly, his face was so heavy that water dripped out, "Don't think that the young master can really say anything because he spoils you, this Qi family, and the old man is still alive!"

"Oh." Lin Cen blinked, and smiled brightly under Chen Bo's hateful and cold gaze, "It's okay, anyway, the results of the paternity test will be delivered in a few days."

"What paternity test?!" The old man rushed forward and grabbed Lin Cen's shoulder, "What did you all do?!"

"What are you in a hurry for?" Lin Cen flicked Uncle Chen's hand away, "It was your young master who scratched me and hurt me."

Uncle Chen took a breath, and the moment he withdrew his hand, his body trembled a little, "Don't mess around, the young master is the young master, and you will be suspicious of a few words from outsiders. Where is your sincerity to the young master?"

"The sincerity is here." Lin Cen pointed to his left chest, "Why don't you dig it out and show it to you?"

Uncle Chen choked, and gave him a vicious look, "Anyway, don't do these meaningless things. What kind of paternity test, withdraw it, if you let the old man know that the young master doubts his identity, he won't be sad, the old man is so kind to the young master!"

"Well, in fact, I lied to you." Lin Cen flicked the ashes on his shoulders and smiled.

Uncle Chen's face was stiff and ugly, and in the end he could only threaten indifferently, "Just wait for me!"

……

In the afternoon, Lin Cen slept for a while and digested the contents of his stomach. When he woke up, He Run was already waiting in front of the door.

He pulled on his slippers and opened the door, with a surprised expression on his face, "Why are you here?"

He Run was speechless, "Have you forgotten that I am your manager, of course it is a matter of work to find you."

"Oh, come in." Lin Cen found a new pair of slippers in the shoe cabinet and threw them over for him, "Put them on."

He Run put on his shoes and couldn't help asking, "Why are you doing this, where are Uncle Chen and Auntie?"

Lin Cen shrugged, "I don't know, let's go out and bask in the sun."

He Run raised his head and glanced at the scorching sun outside the window. This is not to bask in the sun, but to shed his skin? !

"What to drink?" Lin Cen asked.

He Run smiled and said, "A glass of lemonade is fine."

After waiting for a while, he rubbed his hands and looked at Lin Cen expectantly.

Lin Cen:?

Lin Cen thought for a while, rolled his eyelids, and said coolly, "Pour yourself, two glasses, thank you."

The smile on He Run's face froze.

The corners of his lips fell quickly, and He Run was expressionless: "...Do you want to add ice?"

Lin Cen slumped lazily on the sofa, "Add more ice and less sugar."

He Run: "...that's great."

When the lemonade was served, there was a stack of A4 papers placed in front of Lin Cen.

Lin Cen picked it up, "What is this?"

He Run said concisely, "Director Fu Zhou wants to shoot the script."

Lin Cen was speechless, "So fast."

He Run coughed lightly, "Look at it first, and I'll tell you after you've finished reading. There are a few characters in it that I think are quite suitable for you."

Lin Cen nodded. After reading it, he had only one thought, which is all a mess.

The name of the movie is "Not Living", which is the usual style of Fuzhou, and the literature and art are complicated.

But this time the plot is more concise and understandable than the previous ones, and it is in line with the market.

"Not Living" tells a story about time and memory.

I don't know when it started, a strange disease spread among the crowd. For those who have the disease, time will stop passing in his body, and memories and feelings will gradually disappear. What is more terrifying than Alzheimer's disease is that People who are sick will live forever.

No emotion, no memory, no time, this is something more frightening than war and death.

In order to prevent themselves from becoming a heartless person, countless people choose to freeze themselves, and then revive themselves when there is hope in the future.

The male protagonist Miao Fu is suffering from one of this strange disease.

But at the beginning, he didn't choose to freeze himself.

because he was looking for his son.

Miao Fu's son Miao Su was abducted by human traffickers when he was a child, and his wife divorced him because of this. He has been looking for his child for so many years, and he dare not stop for a moment.

He has traveled all over the country by himself, drilled deep mountains and old forests, climbed cliffs, and investigated all the remote and prosperous places.

Got nothing.

But he didn't dare to stop, he was afraid that if he stopped, his child would die quietly in a corner.

He embroidered his son's name on his heart, wrote it in the memo, and engraved it everywhere he could see it.

Reminding himself all the time, the child he loves deeply is waiting for him in the distance.

Until one day, he stopped suddenly during the journey.

He couldn't remember why he was standing here, where the end of the journey was, who was himself and who was the name engraved on his heart.

The only thing I remember is that he couldn't stop.

He wants to keep going, keep going.

It's fine to go to the end of time, to this world can save him.

Then one day, he collapsed on the road because of hunger, and he was rescued by an old lady who was still young.

The old lady is newly widowed, and the picture of the old man is kind and kind in the smoke.

Miao Fu was dumbfounded: "Who is that?"

The old lady smiled so much that the corners of her eyes were wet, "My wife, Miao Su."

Miao Su.

Miao Fu stared blankly at the old man in black and white in the photo, and said slowly, "It sounds familiar."

He bid farewell to the old lady and embarked on the journey again.

This is an endless and never-ending road with no end.

Time flies, but Miao Fu stays in that year forever.

Occasionally when taking a bath, he would lower his head and stare at the name on his chest in a daze.

Miao Su.

A little familiar.

Lin Cen closed the script, human beings are really strange.

When we are going to grow old and die, we yearn for eternal life, but when we are truly immortal, we feel pain.

"Who is your favorite character for me?" Lin Cen asked He Run.

He Run approached him, "What do you think of Miao Su? A glimpse in my memory, like a white moonlight."

Lin Cen's face turned black, and he slapped the script on his body, "His son disappeared when he was five or six years old, you want me to act?"

"Is there? The time is not mentioned in the script." He Run flipped through it, "It only said an hour."

"Can you be more professional? If you are abducted at the age of seventeen or eighteen, do you think you are a fool?" Lin Cen angrily leaned back on the sofa, tilting his feet, "Next."

"Yun Lan, the painter, with fresh literature and art, he and the protagonist still have a secret but unexploded relationship, which can be counted among the first few times in this movie, and the acting is very popular."

Lin Cen looked contemptuous, "The one who is forgotten once a day and never leaves, and finally gets older and is called grandpa by the protagonist, and finally can't bear to jump into the sea?"

He Run: "...that's right, but..."

"No but." Lin Cen shook his toes, "I already have a favorite character."

He Run was suspicious, "Who?"

Lin Cen bent his lips, "Miao Fu!"

He had a look on his face, "I don't want to be anyone's son, I want to be a father!"

He Run hesitated.

He thought of the fact that Boss Qi told him on the phone in the afternoon, that he would play the wooden man, which is great.

After the yin and yang in his heart were filled with strange emotions, He Run felt sad and indignant. This dozen extra performers can still play corpses!

He earnestly said, "Why don't you watch it again? There are so many interesting characters in this film, so many fellow travelers, you can just dance any one better than Miao Fu? Miao Fu is sick, how can you play a sick one?" What about people, right?"

Lin Cen squinted at him, "I know what your plan is, do you think I can't act?"

He Run smiled awkwardly, "It's good that you know."

Lin Cen's face darkened, and he praised Haikou, "I've decided on this role! You just have to wait and see. Besides the wooden man, I can also play Immortal, which is just right for Miao Fu's identity!"

He Run: "??"

Does Fu Zhou know that you call such a tragic character an old man? ?

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