Improv [Rebirth]

When Chen Yan arrived, there were already many people gathered at the scene. They were piled up at the foot of the building like a swarm of ants, and they all looked up at the black shadow on the edge of the roof, as if they were waiting for food that would fall at an unknown time.

The discussions around him filled his ears, indifferent, worried, gloating, and having nothing to do with himself.He walked a few more steps, and heard a heart-piercing cry from beside him.

It was a girl's voice, and several people hugged each other and shouted hissingly, begging Shan Yu not to jump down, wishing to show their love to him with all their heart and soul.

Chen Yan raised his head, his neck was sore, and he could only vaguely see the figure on the tall building.Of course he couldn't see his figure clearly, let alone his face.Facing such a vague shadow, just thinking of Shan Yu's usual face and smile, his fans are heartbroken.

How much is this love, this worship and devotion worth to Shan Yu?

He pushed away the crowd and entered the corridor in a daze.The entrance to the corridor had already been sealed off, and a man in police uniform came to stop him.

Chen Yan said: "I am his friend. It is his friend..."

The officer hesitated, said a few words into the intercom, and asked what his name was.Chen Yan reported his name, and after a few minutes, he was put up.

He climbed all the way up, no matter how many floors he climbed, no matter how long he climbed, he only knew that when he reached the top, he would meet someone he knew who was considering giving up his life.

The corridor is very dark and cramped, without seeing the sun, walking in it seems like a bump between life and death, and when the next exit arrives, it is not known whether it is the gate of life or the gate of death.

This road leads to the light and to the unknown.Will he go back to that small room and see himself taking medicine?Will he stop him from taking his medicine, or let him die?

He set up a balance in his heart, weighing the past and the future, and it was difficult to estimate which life was more failure.

When that point of light appeared in his line of sight, he instinctively felt scared and stinging. People who are used to staying in the dark have to accept the light, which is as difficult as people being thrown into the night.

When he walked to the entrance of the rooftop, several policemen formed a circle and stopped him outside the cordon.Also standing outside the line were a few men and women who were crying. Compared with them, Chen Yan looked extraordinarily calm, eerily calm.Their eyes fell on him scrutinizingly, looking at whether his sadness is worthy of standing here as a person close to Shan Yu.

Maybe he should cry with them, Chen Yan thought, but he blinked, unable to squeeze a single tear.

Behind the open door is the messy rooftops, Beijing's overgrown roofs, the not-so-clear sky, and a small figure from behind.

"Is that Shan Yu?" He asked softly.

A crying woman next to him gave him a hard look, and the others looked at him dissatisfied.

"Did you see his face? Is that Shan Yu?" He continued to ask stubbornly.

"It's him," said a policeman next to him, and gave Chen Yan a photo, "What's your relationship with him?"

Chen Yan lowered his head. The person in the photo was a bit unfamiliar to him. He had seen Shan Yu who was contemptuous, disdainful, and depressed, but he had never seen him motionless.

"We're friends," he said.

"What kind of friends are you guys!" screamed the woman who stared at him, "You stinky bastard!"

"Quiet!" the policeman yelled, "He can hear you!"

Of course he was referring to Shan Yu.

Several people around her pulled her, and she scolded in a sharp voice: "Why are you pretending to be kind! Are you happy that Xiaoyu is dead? Comrade police, drive him out quickly! He is not good-hearted!"

The police pulled her away wearily, and then asked Chen Yan with a bit of sternness: "What's the relationship between you and Shan Yu?"

"Really are……"

friend.

Shan Yu would probably not recognize this friend.Even if Chen Yan himself, when did he consider him a friend again?

He paused for too long, the policeman's expression became more serious, and he was about to chase him down when there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and they all turned their heads.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the man froze for a moment, and the little policeman who followed him whispered in the senior's ear, "People from Hongda."

"Chen Yan," the man was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

"There's no one in the company, so I'll come and have a look..." he said.

When Hongda's men came over, the police stopped chasing Chen Yan. The young girl who was with the woman who scolded Chen Yan just now came over and said to Chen Yan, "I'm sorry, Xiaoyu looks like this. She is in a bad mood. You Never mind."

Chen Yan ignored her, he stared at the figure outside the door.Several policemen stood not far from Shanyu, desperately persuading him.

There were some vague words in the wind, all of which were clichés, family, friends, future - he believed that Shan Yu had thought about these things, just like before he committed suicide.But having said that, with so many people committing suicide every day, the police cannot be forced to come up with new tricks to keep those who want to die.

"Do you still want to see anyone? Even if you are going to die, is there no one you want to see before you die?" The policewoman shouted loudly, her voice shattered by the air above the tall building.

Shan Yu was wearing a blue shirt, and the wind was blowing in front of him, blowing his shirt high.

He turned slowly, the shirt hugging his body tenderly.

From such a distance, Chen Yan finally saw his face and eyes clearly.Not confused, Shan Yu's eyes were sober, he looked around the dim room, seemed to see Chen Yan, and smiled at him.

"Shan Yu!" Chen Yan stepped forward and suddenly shouted, "Don't die! I'll help you with anything you want, anything!"

Two policemen pulled Chen Yan downstairs one after the other. He struggled and his arms were twisted so painfully.

"What did you say?" Shan Yu asked.

"He has spoken!" The policewoman shouted in surprise, and turned to the corridor and said, "Let that man come over!"

Chen Yan was let go, and walked up to the roof step by step. The policewoman grabbed his arm and whispered, "Don't get too close, listen to our instructions."

Chen Yan was held in place by her, and shouted to Shan Yu: "Come here first, what do you want to say to me, come here and say, I can't hear you!"

Shan Yu smiled at him, and took a step away from the edge, the wind seemed to be quieter.

The policeman next to him was frightened, held his breath, and waited for him to take another step before stepping forward to restrain him.

Shan Yu opened his mouth and made a shriveled "Yi Ya" sound. He didn't know whether he was already haggard or more vulnerable in the strong wind. Chen Yan saw that his face was pale and skinny.

He didn't speak, but Chen Yan seemed to know what he was going to say. He asked anxiously: "Do you want to see Qi Andong? Wait, I'll go find him!"

Shan Yu seemed a little moved, but then shook his head again.

The policewoman clung to Chen Yan's ear, teaching him to speak in places where Shan Yu couldn't see, what to ask first, and then what to ask, how to arouse his will to live.

Those words were too complicated, Chen Yan struggled to memorize them, but his mind seemed to have lost his usual ability, and immediately smashed the memorized words into pieces.

There was dense cold sweat on his forehead, and he wanted to say something but didn't dare—in case he said something wrong, would Shan Yu just jump off?

He swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, his heart beating like thunder, and finally decided to speak.

Before he could say a word, Shan Yu suddenly turned his back and walked towards the edge of the rooftop—what did he want to do?It's time for him to stop!Chen Yan's hands and feet were stiff, and he forgot all the lines he had composed in his mind, and kept repeating this sentence over and over again.

Before Chen Yan could react, the policemen had already made a judgment, and they rushed towards Shan Yu quickly.

There is no picture that Chen Yan can see clearly, and there is no picture that he can understand.Among the messy backs, a blue bird spread its wings and jumped down from the top of the building.

With trembling legs, he rushed to the edge of the roof, bent down and looked down, he almost fell out of the building, but fortunately, he was restrained by the police.

"Shan Yu!!!" Chen Yan hissed.

His cry was like a switch, waking up the silent crowd below, and the cries and shouts that reached the roof instantly cut through the sky.

"He won't die, will he? Huh? He won't die," he turned and asked the policemen incoherently, "Isn't there an air mattress downstairs? Isn't it?"

No one answered him, and they all looked down.

A piece of blue rag lay lying on the orange life-saving air cushion, and the wings of the bird blown by the wind had long since disappeared.Shan Yu didn't move, and the hope in Chen Yan's heart inflated little by little.

Then, as if to cut off his hope, a bit of red smudged on the blue cloth, rendering a vague human shape, which slowly expanded.

The crying downstairs was even more horrific.

Death... What's the use of death?He thought vaguely, do you think you have a next life?There was a sudden sharp pain in his head.What hope is there in death?Who cares about you?Who will remember you?

For a moment, there is the shirt that jumped off the tall building, and for a while, it is the lonely back sitting in front of the table.

"I don't want to choose, I don't want to choose!" He suddenly yelled heart-piercingly.

He was pulled away from the scene by several people and sent to rest. The policewoman whispered in his ear, but he couldn't hear a word.

The news came out quickly, detailing the cause of Shan Yu's death.When he stood on the top of the building, it was like a grand performance, with countless audiences, but under the costume, he still hid a knife, which was the invisible killing intent.

He was determined to die.

Hongda's people knew that Chen Yan and Hong Zizhen had a good relationship, and took over the task of sending Chen Yan home. He looked at Chen Yan in the rearview mirror, and Chen Yan was dying, as if he jumped down too, but luckily escaped with his life.

He asked where Chen Yan lived, but Chen Yan didn't hear anything. He felt uneasy and tried to persuade him.

"Actually, this kind of thing happened before, and I can only blame him for his bad luck, so he went to follow Di Hui." He sighed twice, "The boss doesn't let him act, that's to suppress his temper. If he stays obediently, won't he be fine in a while?"

He said by himself that Chen Yan didn't answer, and he felt bored, so he stopped trying and called Hong Zizhen to ask for Chen Yan's address, but Hong Zizhen didn't know, so he called Qi Andong again.

When Chen Yan was sent home, Qi Andong was already waiting downstairs. He carried Chen Yan upstairs, took out the key and opened the door.

"You..." Qi Andong didn't know what to say, his eloquent tongue was useless.

His mood was as heavy as the others, but not as intense as Chen Yan's, as if he had suffered a huge blow.

Chen Yan kept silent all the time, and suddenly asked: "After he went to the Di family, what is his relationship with Di Hui?"

Qi Andong was silent for a moment, then said, "You can guess."

Chen Yan sneered: "Why did he go to Di Hui? Who gave him the idea? He came to me at the time, and I mentioned the matter of Ning Zhixin. Did he turn to Di Hui after hearing this? If it wasn't for me, wouldn't he have thought of Di Hui at all? I listened to you and hardened my heart. If I had helped him then, wouldn't he have committed suicide? Now that he is dead, am I going to do it for you? He paid for his life?"

Qi Andong was shocked, stretched out his hand to break his face, and said angrily: "You think too much, Chen Yan! What are you thinking about in a mess every day? He is a person, an actor, not only you know him, he also I didn't just ask you!"

Seeing that Chen Yan's appearance was not normal, he became more and more nervous, and said with a straight face, "You are everything? Don't take yourself too seriously!"

"Okay, then tell me, how did he die?" Chen Yan looked up at him.

"Didn't you see it all? Were you there when he jumped off the building? Why are you still asking me?"

Chen Yan didn't speak, Qi Andong was stared terrified.

"I don't know," Qi Andong finally lost his breath and lowered his eyes, "I really don't know."