There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

No matter what important case or emotional entanglement, if it is published in "Today's Statement", the official will analyze the cause of the murder from the most rational point of view.

The five lives of the Lin family can be regarded as a sensational criminal case.

The murderer was arrested after four years at large, and the setbacks and efforts of the police are all in the special program.

When the program was filmed, the age of the criminal police officers who handled the case was raised again.

But it didn't prevent them from being clear and clear, and said with sharp eyes: "Huang and his accomplices did not premeditate the impulsive crime. They have no conflicts with the Lin family, let alone contact, and there is no outside rumors of hiring murder or seeking revenge."

Ruocang has absolute trust in the official case handling and records.

He even took notes and wrote down the whole ins and outs, as well as the circumstances of the death of the five members of the Lin family.

He watched intently, and Ou Zhiming didn't want to disturb him, so he could only sit down with him and watch the whole story of the Lin family's case together.

The brutal murder case, from a rational perspective, has become a case study of crime.

The bloody facts are in front of them, and they are finally classified into a pile of files, full of suspects and victims.

After Ruo Cang watched the show, his mind was empty for a long time.

The encounters of the criminal police were calm and objective, and they tried their best to clarify the truth of the murder from a rational perspective, which still allowed the audience to feel the horror of human nature and the impermanence of fate.

Those who violated the laws and regulations caused the law-abiding people to pay with their lives. This is probably the most difficult part of this case.

After the program was broadcast, the screen returned to the main interface before projection.

Ruo Cang didn't move.

He held the pen and said nothing.

Ou Zhiming glanced over the paper covered with handwriting, and could feel his sadness.

Ou Zhiming thought for a while, and comforted him, "The murderer has already been sentenced to death, so he has received his retribution."

"Retribution is not calculated in this way." Ruo Cang put down his pen and sighed uncomfortably, "Everyone is born equal and has only one life. No matter rich or poor, they will experience life, old age, sickness and death, and they cannot escape."

Ruocang closed the notepad and turned to look at him, "This case looks like Huang has received retribution, but in fact, the blood debt of Lin Fengsheng's family cannot be settled."

Ou Zhiming found that Ruocang was really different from the Taoist priest he imagined.

As a Taoist priest, he didn't talk about hell after death or reincarnation of cause and effect, but said categorically that Huang's blood debt could not be settled.

Sincerely, I sigh for the strange dead more than 30 years ago.

Ou Zhiming couldn't help but want to ask: "Then what do you think is a settlement?"

"To appease the resentment of the souls of the dead, and save them from rebirth, Huang and his accomplices have to run over the bamboo bridge, suffer from skin cramps, and cannot be reincarnated."

Ruocang's tone was calm, but Ou Zhiming's heart tightened when he heard it.

He suddenly remembered a dream of his own.

In the dream, he screamed in grief and indignation, and gradually became an ant on the long bamboo bridge.

If there is something in the past and present, could he also be the villain who walked across the bamboo bridge, so that he would have the negative luck mentioned by Ruocang.

Ou Zhiming remained silent.

Ruo Cang propped his face, and said gloomily, "However, who knows whether Huang will make atonement in hell after his death sentence, and whether the Lin family will truly rest in peace."

After all, the sorrow between the lines in the book "The Mystery of Candlelight" is definitely not the breath that can be left behind by a soul that has simply reincarnated.

"Couldn't you light incense and have a psychic, and ask them if they have rested, and if the prisoner has atonement?"

Ou Zhiming's simple question made Ruocang look at him in surprise.

"how can that be."

Ruo Cang's eyes were clear and calm, "We are not in the same dimension anymore, it is impossible to summon them to the mortal world."

Ou Zhiming was the one who was most surprised when he heard the concept of "dimension" from Ruocang.

He thought that Ruocang could summon ghosts and gods at any time, communicate with Yin and Yang, and talk to the dead.

"Why is it impossible?" Ou Zhiming was full of thirst for knowledge.

Ruo Cang held his face in his hands, and lightly scratched across the cover of the notepad with the pen cap.

He said: "The concept of ghosts and grievances I know is different from the ghosts you define. They are not another form of existence of the deceased. They are just a magnetic field, the memories and traces left by the deceased."

"Memories and traces are not human beings, but proof of human existence."

In the final analysis, when people die and their souls are scattered, the resentment left behind gathers into evil spirits, which cannot be called a thinking creature, but can only be called a magnetic field that can affect the cognition of living people.

Heaven, earth and people are born of yin and yang, even Ruo Cang has never seen the Six Bridges of Hell and the reincarnation of ghosts.

What he dispels and saves with the magic circle talisman is just a special substance that lingers around human beings all the time.

Let them belong, according to the code of scriptures.

Such things may be obsession, resentment, grief, or ecstasy.

The remaining seven emotions and six desires in the world cannot communicate and talk in human language, because they will only repeat the behavior before death, without the thinking ability that a human being should have.

Ou Zhiming's eyebrows stretched a little, showing a weird smile, "Your theory is quite scientific."

"Science is a way of knowing nature, and Taoism, born of Daoism, is also a way of knowing nature."

In Ruo Cang's short life, he accepted the theory that belonged exclusively to Taoism.

What he sees, feels and understands is closely related to all things in nature.

His calm voice made Ou Zhiming feel at ease.

People who can see the five lucks and six qi of the human body with their own eyes, and the ghosts and ghosts of the outside world, don't mind the so-called materialist atheists at all.

"I thought you would refute the theory of science." Ou Zhiming raised his hand and stroked his forehead hair, "After what happened with Fang Zhongshan, I don't even believe in science anymore."

Ruo Cang propped his face, and explained carefully, "Fang Zhongshan has a violent temper, although he is affected by evil spirits, the emotions that erupt are actually his own anger."

Human beings are rational creatures. Whether it is anger, resentment or sadness, they will be subject to their own rationality to suppress and resolve negative emotions.

In Ruo Cang's view, the person who hit the ghost is still the original person.

It's just that their behavior is no longer controlled by reason, and resonates with sneaky emotions.

Ruocang's mouth twitched into a faint smile, and the depression caused by the murder case calmed down a little.

With a clear and shallow voice, he said the words and sentences of "Han Shi Wai Zhuan" in a calm and calm tone.

"Ghosts, return also. Their essence returns to the sky, their flesh returns to the earth, their blood returns to water, their veins return to lakes, their voices return to thunder, their movements return to wind, their eyes return to the sun and moon, their bones return to wood, their sinews return to mountains, and their teeth return to stones. Ointment to dew, hair to grass, breath of breath to the dead and to the netherworld."

His sight has the power to penetrate the heart.

Ou Zhiming felt that all his thoughts were exposed under Ruo Cang's gaze, that he was innocent and had nowhere to hide.

"If there are ghosts who are evil and refuse to return, it will be the turn of us Taoist priests who can see ghosts to rescue them."

Ruocang just smiled, "Outsiders only need to believe what they want to believe."

In the dead of night, Ou Zhiming didn't turn off the lights.

The computer screen was dimly lit, and the script that had been stagnant for a long time finally had new lines.

"Guan Du: Ghost, return."

With sharp eyesight, he couldn't hide his excitement, and typed out what Ruo Cang said word by word.

What came to mind was Guan Du, who was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe and had a bun on his head.

Guan Du has the escape of a young man, but also the stability of a young man.

He is ruthless and decisive, never merciless when attacking the magic stick.

All demons and ghosts are punished by the law.

Those who come are all under the control of scientific Taoism, and are not allowed to become refined at will.

As it was written, Ou Zhiming snapped his fingers...

It seems to him that the Guandu he wrote is not as materialistic and godless as it was at the beginning!

The document cursor flickered for a long time, and finally ended with Ou Zhiming's chuckle.

Having been with Ruocang for a long time, even the idea of ​​the script has changed. If I continue writing like this, I'm afraid I can only write a sci-fi Taoist punk movie.

The very rational Ou Zhiming chose to give up.

Wait for him to wake up after a nap, and then think about how to continue "Guan Du".

He was lying on the bed, and took one last look at the Taishang Volunteer Demon Killing Talisman on the phone's desktop.

Ruocang always said that it was useless to put this talisman on the Internet, but for him, at least it played a reassuring effect.

Ou Zhiming has been sleeping much better recently.

There are no ghosts and ghosts in the dream, let alone Taoist practices.

It's a pity that the inspiration for "Guan Du", which originated from a dream, also flew away, causing the script to stagnate for a few days, and there was no way to change a satisfactory plot, so it was handed over to the screenwriting team for revision.

Until he fell asleep, Ou Zhiming was still thinking about it.

Ruo Cang is so scientific, he really doesn't look like a Taoist priest who can dispel evil spirits, but more like a Taoist researcher who grasps the true meaning of nature.

Even when he was dreaming, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

However, not long after, a long and endless corridor appeared in the dream, and the eerie and dark pavement lay beneath his feet.

The retro carved wall pillars on both sides instantly awakened the horrible memory that Ou Zhiming had hidden for many years.

Ou Zhiming lived in the eerie Song family mansion for almost half a year when he was seven years old.

There are people walking around in the house, and lights are turned on late at night.

However, in some places, one must pass through the dark and long corridors of the Song residence to reach the destination.

Ou Zhiming stood in the corridor, behind him was the sound of busy filming.

In front of him was a dark and eerie mansion.

The narrow corridor, like a passage in a tomb, made him afraid to take half a step when he was young.

"You are too timid."

Someone suddenly laughed softly.

Before Ou Zhiming could refute, he was pushed in with a palm.

When he was panicking and trying to regain his balance in a panic, there was a little light at the end of the darkness.

With that cold and gloomy feeling, even the light brought out a frightening aura.

The strange sound of thump, thump, thump came, and the dark gray shadows swayed in the light, gradually turning into a human appearance, rushing towards him!

Ou Zhiming woke up with fright.

The inescapable nightmare formed a huge shadow in his heart.

It's okay not to touch it, but once it's dug out, his heart beats violently and he can feel a suffocating choke in his throat.

He sat for a while, then got up to drink water.

But I found that the mineral water in the room had bottomed out, so I had to go outside the suite to get it.

The night was still dark, and the hotel was so quiet that even the sound of the central air conditioner became regular.

Ou Zhiming opened the door and followed the direction to the wine cabinet.

Suddenly, he saw a faint light, reflecting gray shadows, like a nightmare, revealing the appearance of a person swaying on the wall!

He was subconsciously on guard, planning to grab something to defend himself.

Suddenly it touched the ceramic cup on the table, making a crisp sound.

When there is a sound, the whole suite lights up!

"Huh?" Ruo Cang stepped on the slippers and fumbled for the switch, confused, "Are you awake?"

Ou Zhiming lived alone for a long time, and suddenly woke up from a nightmare, his mind was dizzy and he forgot that there was Ruocang in the hotel.

He frowned slightly, gradually getting used to the sudden light.

"...It's so late, what are you doing?"

Ruo Cang shook the instant noodles in his hand, and said kindly: "Supper. Do you want to eat?"

If Cang didn't ask, it was fine, but when he asked, Ou Zhiming was really hungry.

At night, at three o'clock in the morning, two men stared at the cup noodles in a daze.

When the time is up, Ruo Cang can't wait to lift the lid, put two forks down, and start to eat.

Ou Zhiming watched him boasting, and asked curiously: "You still eat instant noodles at night, won't you be scolded by Ao Ying?"

"Why scold?" Ruocang ate to his heart's content, "I won't get fat."

Very calm, no worries.

Ou Zhiming is very envious of someone like Ou Zhiming who used to lose weight for roles and reduce fat.

Artists must avoid food and control their weight, it seems that Ruo Cang has no such worries at all.

If you are proficient in eating instant noodles, it looks like an old supper.

People who don't get fat eat unexpectedly cute things.

Ou Zhiming and Ruocang ate together in the morning, afternoon and evening.

For the first time, he had this kind of fatherly feeling from the bottom of his heart.

Waking up from a nightmare, Ou Zhiming felt that the atmosphere of the two of them being alone was reassuring and warm, as his heartbeat accelerated like a suspension bridge effect.

After solving the hunger problem, Ruocang thought of asking Ou Zhiming.

"Are you awake, or are you hungry?"

"I had a nightmare."

It was late at night and his face was warm, Ou Zhiming felt that it was not that difficult to confess his worries.

He ate his noodles slowly, talking intermittently about the things in his nightmare.

The memories in filming were extremely chaotic, and he couldn't tell which ones were dreams and which ones were real experiences.

But Ruo Cang doesn't mind.

There is no need to rush to explore Ou Zhiming's past.

Dreams are also a reflection of reality. Listening to Ou Zhiming's story about the eerie Song residence, Ruo Cang can imagine how panicked the seven-year-old Ou Zhiming was.

Alas, Ruocang sighed silently, he was just a child back then.

Uncle Ruo, who was very senior, felt a faint sense of responsibility in his heart.

I can't wait for Ou Zhiming to confide in him.

Let him show the care of the uncle-level elders.

So, after Ou Zhiming finished speaking, Ruo Cang said calmly: "You have this dream, it should be caused by watching the show at night. I am also responsible, so let me write you a peace talisman."

The logic was perfect, and Ou Zhiming couldn't refuse it at all.

Ruo Cang stood up and went to the desk to get a pen, poured the ink into the inkstone, and when it was slightly stained, it was a soothing charm with a gentle breath.

In the end, Ruo Cang carefully folded the talisman.

Full of expectations, he handed it over to Ou Zhiming, "Take it to sleep, and make sure you have no dreams all night and sleep until dawn."

His voice was firm and his eyes were bright.

It's like an adult who bribes a child.

Ou Zhiming thought it was weird, but considering the nightmare caused by the shadow of Song Zhai, he obediently accepted the small triangular paper package.

He has seen many Taoist talismans and met countless Taoist priests, but Ruo Cang is the only one who does things casually and differently.

Be it spells or secret seals, Ruo Cang has never paid much attention to bathing and changing clothes, burning incense and worshiping gods.

I often write as soon as I pick up the pen, and use it when I finish writing.

Unrestrained and free and easy, it is amazing.

Until returning to the room, Ou Zhiming stared at the talisman on his fingertips in thought.

Ruo Cang gave things that could always calm the mind.

Before, he thought it was an illusion.

Thinking about it now, Ying Ruocang's talisman does have a natural air, which can soothe his anxiety.

He thought for a while and walked to the desk.

Under the reference books scattered beside the computer, there are a few sketchbooks.

Ou Zhiming took out the bottom one, and he could vaguely see the bloodstains on the cover and side of the page.

The dark red is gloomy, but it has become a unique mark.

When he opened it casually, he could see the white rice paper stuck inside for a long time.

This page that inexplicably appeared in his sketchbook is the same as the paper that Ruocang used to write secret seal characters, poems, and talismans in the crew.

At the time he didn't know what it was.

Until now, it is clear in my heart.

This rice paper must be the career amulet that Lin Han wanted to give him.

He still remembers the curved and sharp strokes on the career talisman, which is almost the same as the secret seal script he traced from his dream.

Come to think of it, Ruocang's talisman had already defeated his nightmare.

It's just that he didn't realize it, and he didn't want to admit it.

Ou Zhiming smiled, and conveniently sandwiched the An Amulet given by Ruo Cang with the white paper.

The sketchbook was slightly bulged by the talisman, but it didn't hinder Ou Zhiming's good mood.

He casually placed the sketchbook by the bedside.

Turn off the lights and go to sleep.

No more weird nightmares all night.

From that day on, Ou Zhiming's script progressed extremely fast.

Whenever Ruocang came back from work, he could see Ou Zhiming frowning slightly, frantically typing on the keyboard, rushing to write, filling the screen with his lines.

Even if he only has the flexibility of his right hand, it doesn't prevent him from pointing his fingers with his left hand and tapping them without hindrance under the restraint of bandages.

Master operation, illiterate do not understand.

Ou Zhiming was writing the script next to him, and Ruocang was reciting Song Qi's lines from "The Mystery of Candlelight" by the side. Occasionally, he had to take out his mobile phone to check the correct pronunciation of some words.

When Ruo Cang is almost ready, "The Mystery of Candlelight" should also join the group.

With nothing else to do, Ou Zhiming went to the set with Ao Yingxue in the car that picked him up.

As expected of a crew with the guts to remake an evil movie, the Song family mansion was located in an antique Soviet-style garden.

The garden occupies a huge area. When Ruocang and the others got off the car, they all suspected that they had walked outside the gate of some park.

The green and white fence encloses the green trees and pavilions inside. Even if you stand outside the fence, you can feel the aura of grandeur coming from the house.

When the staff came to pick up Ruocang and his party, they specially took them around the house.

Ao Yingxue felt that he was well-informed, and when he walked in and found a vast garden space, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Mr. Kang's business is so good that he is willing to spend money to rent such a wealthy mansion for filming."

The staff listened and said with a smile: "Boss Kang bought this yard last year. There is no need to pay for renting it, but it also saved a lot of money for the crew."

The way Shenhao saves money is really extraordinary.

Ao Yingxue sounds like "in order to save money for filming, I had to buy a garden".

The arrogance leaked out, a little wronged.

It wasn't just the manager who was surprised, Ruo Cang glanced at the house and always felt that this place was not simple.

The mountains and rivers are interdependent, the trees are shady, and the fresh breath of life blows in the face. It should be an old house with a lot of stories and heritage.

The gate of the mansion is surrounded by water, and you can see pavilions, terraces, waterside pavilions, green walls and black tiles when you enter the gate.

It has the classic elegance of a big hermit hidden in the city, and a house with smoke and water cages.

There are also mandarin ducks, swans, and koi in the pond. At first glance, it is the fun of the super rich. Even the green plants placed at the corners of the corridors are full of wealth.

Ruo Cang has a good impression of such a house.

There is a natural atmosphere everywhere, and you can see the blue sky when you look up. You feel relaxed and happy, and the Fengshui is excellent.

Staff lead the way.

Before they had finished walking a yard, a gentleman in a long gown came to meet him.

Ruo Cang had sharp eyes, and hurriedly greeted him, "Mr. Du, are you here so early?"

Mr. Du came over to salute everyone, and said with a leisurely smile: "Come to help Mr. Kang take a look at Fengshui earlier. This house is full of vitality and ancient charm. It is a good place for self-cultivation. Mr. Kang can buy it, it should be a waste of money." A lot of hard work."

After speaking, he approached Ruo Cang, and asked with a low smile, "What do you think?"

Ruo Cang glanced at it, and saw that this house, surrounded by trees and waterside pavilions, was indeed a rare treasure of geomantic omen.

But the geomantic omen doesn't mean that there will be no accidents when filming.

So, he replied: "Let's look at it later."

The nephew reported it, and the uncle arranged it, which was reasonable.

But Ou Zhiming, his eyes fell on Mr. Du, full of exploration.

They are both Taoists, so Ruocang and Mr. Du must have a close relationship.

What he didn't expect was that Mr. Du, who was regarded as a master of metaphysics by the outside world and who could stand up to the Seventh Buddha, would be so respectful to Ruocang.

That attitude is undisguised, and anyone with eyes can see it.

However, Mr. Du didn't care about his humble attitude, and was very happy to see Ruocang.

After meeting them, Mr. Du walked beside Ruo Cang, chatting with Ruo Cang every time he walked to the courtyard.

They walked to the rockery waterfall in the courtyard. Mr. Du said: "This mountain is located at the crowning point of the garden landscape. It suppresses evil and brings good luck. It is called Fuludouzhuanju."

Ruocang nodded, "Not bad."

Walking to the side of the pond branch channel waterwheel, Mr. Du said again: "Smooth the wind and the water, keep the fire away and avoid disasters. The water source in this area is planted with Aescinus chinensis, which means wind and water, wealth and wealth."

"Wow." Ruocang sighed, "It's quite interesting."

After listening to Ou Zhiming for a long time, he felt that they were like the relationship between a house salesman and a house buyer.

So subtle, it's hard to comment.

But the two of them didn't notice it, and the interaction was very natural.

Ou Zhiming couldn't see the difference between Fengshui and Fengshui, he just felt that Mr. Kang was unusual.

Su-style gardens have their own cultural heritage, and it is impossible for ordinary wealthy businessmen to buy them.

Ou Zhiming remembered that the transaction price of pavilions and garden villas like this one was more than [-] million yuan.

Mr. Kang's house, with its floor area and interior design, is definitely the work of a master.

From the growth of some trees in the courtyard, it can be seen that the plants have taken root here, which is not less than 50 years.

In this way, Mr. Kang was able to buy this house last year, and it cost more than just money.

They walked all the way to the gate of the largest main house in the house.

Numerous shooting tools have been placed in the open space.

The staff came in and out, busy, waiting for the preparations to be completed and start work as soon as possible.

They had just entered the main house, and Yu Hui, the director who was watching the scene, was very happy to see Ruo Cang.

He greeted him excitedly and said, "Ruo Cang, you are finally here. We have waited for so long, and finally we can start the machine smoothly."

It's just a male supporting role, Director Yu said it like a leading actor.

Ruo Cang said with a smile: "It's my first time making a movie, and I don't understand a lot of things, which may cause trouble for everyone. Director, just don't dislike me."

Yu Hui listened, and wrinkled the corners of his eyes with a smile, "You can come, we are too happy to be happy, how can we dislike you. In fact, our crew has been preparing for a long time. When Boss Kang started the preparation last year, the first person who wanted to sign was you. He is If you let go, if you don’t come, the show won’t start.”

"So, everyone, don't think that Song Qi is just a male supporting role in the script. In my heart and Zhang Zhixi's heart, you are the absolute protagonist."

Those words were heard in the ears of others, which gave Ruocang enough face.

It's like "The Mystery of Candlelight", which was specially launched for his male supporting role.

Words in the industry, compliment each other.

Ruo Cang was polite and humble, he couldn't believe what the director said at all.

Last year, he was a little idol who hadn't even filmed a TV series and only appeared on two shows. Kang, who had never met before, would always prepare a movie for him?

Totally impossible.

Ruocang smiled politely, accustomed to the industry's praise.

It's okay to listen to these words, it's really a joke.

But Director Yu Hui's performance is too sincere, Ruo Cang will lament his good acting skills.

Ruo Cang saw that his luck was brilliant and his eyes were sincere, not like he was lying.

It seems that it is not easy to start the crew. The director, boasting, believed it.

Suddenly, there was a slight noise outside.

The sound of thump, thump, thump is especially abrupt on a busy set.

Ou Zhiming frowned, looking out of the wall warily.

In broad daylight, this eerie sound seemed terribly familiar to him.

However, Yu Hui immediately became excited, turned around and said, "Boss Kang is here."

All eyes were on the door of the house.

That thumping sound was always accompanied by Mr. Kang's appearance.

This middle-aged man in his 40s limped into the main house with a one-handed cane.

He has a gentle smile and warm eyes, even though his legs and feet are sick, he has not lost his demeanor.

"Sorry, I'm late." He didn't care about everyone's gaze, and swung his cane empty-handed, "I'm a cripple who walks slowly, so I kept everyone waiting."

"Where is it?" Ao Yingxue hurriedly said politely, "We have just arrived, and we are hearing from the director about the importance you attach to this movie, Mr. Kang."

Kang Jiesheng held a cane in both hands, and said with a smile: "I really attach great importance to it, after all, this is my long-cherished wish."

He looked at the silent Ou Zhiming, and walked over with vague melancholy.

Kang Jiesheng held out his cane, stretched out his hand, and said with a sigh, "Director Ou, I grew up watching your movies."

The middle-aged man didn't know how much older than Ou Zhiming, but when he said this, everyone laughed in good faith.

There are many troubles when a teenager becomes famous, and being called a senior by the elders is one of them.

Ou Zhiming was extremely silent, he stared at Kang Jiesheng's hand, and finally shook it with a frown.

It was a pair of rough palms, and even a slight grip could reveal his decades of hard work.

Kang Jiesheng was indeed very happy.

After shaking hands with his childhood idol, he walked up to Ruo Cang again.

The kid was more restrained than he imagined.

Almost when he saw Ruo Cang for the first time, he could read Ruo Cang's detached temperament.

Kang Jiesheng felt strange nostalgia in his heart, and his eyes were more kind.

He stretched out his hand and said in a gentle voice: "It's my luck as an audience to be able to watch Ou Dao's movies growing up, and it's my luck as Kang Jiesheng to invite you to play Song Qi."

His words are very strange.

But as an elder, when he uttered such compliments and exclamations, the expressions of the people around him were different.

However, the strangest thing was Ruo Cang.

The moment Kang Jiesheng appeared, he put away his smile and stared at Kang Jiesheng in silence.

So much so that the other party politely extended his hand, but he didn't respond.

Ruo Cang's abnormality made Ao Yingxue sweat on his back.

Although he disliked this movie, the big boss behind the movie greeted him cordially, Ruo Cang is so angry!

Normally, Ruo Cang is very well-behaved and polite, and understands people's winks!

But this time, Ruo Cang silently resisted.

Under everyone's confused gaze, he sized up Kang Jiesheng, but he still didn't shake his kind hand back.

Kang Jiesheng withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and said with an embarrassed smile: "It seems that Ruocang is not used to shaking hands with strangers like me."

He is indeed a considerate boss. Not only did he not get angry with arrogance, but he also knows how to give himself a step down.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Ruocang said, "Mr. Kang, I want to talk to you alone."

Ruo Cang's request was abrupt and hasty.

But his tone was cautious, his eyes were firm, and he frowned slightly.

Kang Jiesheng's eyes were full of surprise, and he asked curiously, "Oh? What do you want to talk about alone?"

Ruo Cang looked calm, and said in a lower voice, "Talk about something you don't want others to know."

After listening, Kang Jiesheng subconsciously looked at Mr. Du.

Mr. Du stood beside Ruocang, nodded while stroking his beard, "In this case, it's better for Mr. Kang to chat with Ruocang in private."

One word from the expert blocked all Ao Yingxue's thoughts of being surprised and shocked and wanting to smooth things over.

Ou Zhiming, on the other hand, was full of deep thoughts and watched the two leave.

When Kang Jiesheng walked, there was always a thumping sound.

The bottom of the one-handed crutch is wrapped in rubber, so it definitely won't make such an abrupt sound.

The source of the sound was in his lap.

The two of them only walked a few steps inside, avoiding the prying eyes of everyone in the main house.

Ruo Cang stopped, sighed, and suddenly asked, "What did you do for "The Mystery of Candlelight"?"

Kang Jiesheng's eyes were filled with confusion, and he said with a smile, "Invest in making movies."

He was extremely patient and did not appear to be offended.

But in Ruo Cang's eyes, this person's character of vengeance has been clearly seen through the deep and silent luck behind him.

Kang Jiesheng's anger, hatred, disgust, and even mood swings will not be shown on his face, but will only be shown in his luck that cannot be hidden.

What makes Ruocang refuse to contact him is not only Kang Jiesheng's hypocrite character, but also the sense of familiarity brought out by the mysterious fate.

That is the grievance accumulated in "The Mystery of Candlelight" for more than 30 years, the hatred that has been entangled for a long time and will not let go.

Ruocang stared at him, and asked repeatedly: "Mr. Kang, I'm not asking about making a movie. I'm asking, what did you do for "The Mystery of Candlelight"? What relationship do you have with this book? Lin Fengsheng has already paid the price of his life for it, and I don't want a murderer standing in front of me."

As soon as these words came out, Kang Jiesheng's eyes widened uncontrollably, full of panic.

But for a moment, Kang Jiesheng, who was good at disguising, suppressed the waves in his heart with a smile.

"I've never been asked a question like that before."

He propped his cane on the ground, his elegant and self-sufficient eyebrows smiled out the gully of the years.

"I think I should lie to you, but I may not be able to."

Kang Jiesheng has a physical disability, and he can accurately judge opponents in shopping malls.

At this moment, Ruo Cang's gaze is firm, and he seems to be able to see through all the emotions he hides.

Such a person is not a little star who is fooled by rhetoric.

So he smiled wryly, "I'm not a murderer."

"It's just that in "The Mystery of Candlelight" written by Lin Fengsheng, I am Song Qi."

The author has something to say: Ou Zhiming reveals a fatherly gaze.

Ruo Cang showed elder-like care.

If this continues, I'm afraid that the two of them will hit it off right away and become fathers with different surnames.