After the Rebirth of the Film Emperor

The incandescent lights in the interrogation room of the police station were reflected by the light green walls into a faint light. The two policemen sat in the shadow of the light, their serious and serious faces flickering and dimming, faintly visible.

Like a phantom in a dream.

Ji Zhirong looked down at the silver handcuffs on his wrists.

The ice is cold, and the diaphragm hurts.

This is certainly not a dream.

Wen Che's most absurd dream was never linked to the police station.

A well-behaved boy like him who strived for the top when he was a student of nine-year compulsory education never imagined that one day he would sit in the position of being interrogated.

Before he was brought into this room just now, he sat and waited in the corridor for a while. In just 10 minutes, three big men with flowery arms, six punks recognizable to the naked eye, and two killers walked past him. A skinny young man with an afro head who couldn’t distinguish between men and women. One of them fell to the ground and convulsed before he walked out of the corridor. An experienced policeman came over and took a look and concluded that it was a drug addiction attack. After 5 minutes, the hospital came and pulled him away. gone.

All of this happened within five meters of him.

He couldn't accept that he was put in the same category as this group of prisoners—it was a shame, he might as well have died six years ago.

Seeing him in a daze, the police tapped the table with a pen, and said in a rough voice, "Let me ask you, have you used sex for money recently?"

"I didn't. You just said that someone reported me for selling by real name..." Wen Che couldn't say that word at all, "Comrade policeman, did the informant provide any evidence?"

"That video is evidence."

"I was the only one who appeared in that video, so why do you think it's an improper transaction?"

"Then tell me, who is the other protagonist in the video?" The policeman said, "If you can prove that the other person is your lover, this incident is a misunderstanding. If you cannot prove your innocence, and someone reports you by real name, we will There must be a thorough investigation.”

"What happened in the video happened two years ago." Ji Zhixuan clenched his fist, then released it feebly, "I can't remember who the other party is."

"Two years is not too long, why can't you remember?" The policeman knocked on the table again, "If you can't answer, we can only detain you first."

The policeman pushed back the chair and got up, the door of the interrogation room opened, another auxiliary policeman unlocked Ji Zhijun, led him out, and passed the corridor again, ghosts and snakes inevitably brushed past him again .

It wasn't until he was brought into the detention room and the lock was snapped open that Zhilong woke up. The cramped detention room, the cold iron railings, and tomorrow there may be a hard bun.

He curled up and shrank into the corner. The night in the detention room was not quiet. People were locked in from time to time, and the iron lock was opened and then opened again. It was noisy all night, and even in the early morning, there were two drunkards scolding their parents. .

Wen Che couldn't bear his noise, so he calmed down in the second half of the night. Anyway, he couldn't sleep, so he just listened carefully. It was just to accumulate life experience. If he had a similar role in the future, he would be able to act with flesh and blood.

It's just that after this encounter, his acting career is probably coming to an end.

When he thought of this, he felt terribly wronged. He had always kept himself clean, even in a big dye vat, he could keep his heart. He never thought that he would end up in this kind of situation after being reborn.

-

Something happened to the lead actor, and the shooting of the Lanting project was temporarily suspended. If Ji Zhijun was an ordinary actor, cutting his part and feeding him a lawsuit to demand compensation would be the end of it. The male lead, his part was cut, and the filming of the past six months was for nothing, and the legal affairs did not dare to send a lawyer's letter to Li Shaoyao's people.

The director was also selfish. He felt from the bottom of his heart that Ji Zhilong's Lu Yun played well, comparable to Wen Che back then.

Looking at the present, there is no other person who is more suitable than him. When Ji Zhiyong happened, he stomped his feet anxiously when he first heard about it. It was not because he knew what was going on, but because he felt sorry for himself and worked hard to get it out. If your work is really starting from scratch, or if it is directly blocked by a piece of paper, well, then it's still a game!

He was so anxious that he rough-cut ten episodes of the finished film overnight and sent it to Li Shaohao, tactfully trying to ask Jin to show his attitude.

Those ten episodes were just put in Li Shaoyao's computer.

He didn't want to look at it at first, but in the dead of night, he thought of Wen Che again.

I couldn't stop thinking about it, so I clicked on the video.

The shadow on Ji Zhiyong's body came alive with flesh and blood in the camera, it's not Wen Che, it's better than Wen Che.

It rained heavily all night, and Li Shaoyao fell asleep unconsciously with his pillow on the sound of the rain.

In the dream, the rain stopped and there were many stars in the sky.

Outside the balcony built of marble, clumps of peonies grew one after another.

A half-grown boy in a suit was lying on the balcony, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the banquet hall. He looked at the watch in his hand and counted the seconds. The banquet was still two hours away, but he didn't know How to get through these two hours.

"Ah, you are here." A clear voice rang in his ears.With a sinking of his shoulders, Li Shaohao turned around and looked, and saw that it was Wen Che.

He turned his head back again, and said in a muffled voice, "It's clean here."

Wen Che stood beside him, bent slightly, and was at eye level with the 19-year-old boy, "But there are many people inside who want to be friends with you."

The boy said angrily: "They are not sincere, they only laugh at me behind my back."

The smile on Wen Che's face faded, and he asked seriously: "Who is laughing at you?"

"Everyone, every single one of them, secretly joked that I was short and fat, that I was like a battery!"

"Hahaha." Wen Che was amused by the strange comparison between the young people, and laughed twice.

Seeing him laughing, the boy became more and more frustrated: "You are just like them!"

Wen Che touched the top of his head: "They laugh at you, it's because they are blind."

He grabbed the peony flower that was in full bloom beside him: "Look at this flower, it is so fat that you can't hold it with your hands, but do you find it annoying? You are just like this flower, chubby and very cute."

The young man quietly lowered his eyes: "No matter how nicely you speak, it can't change other people's views on me. No one likes me, no matter at home or here, no one likes me."

"I like you." Wen Che grabbed the boy's two lumps of plateau red, and said gently, "I like you, okay?"

The cool wind that night became warm because of his words.

Li Shaohao wanted to just sink into You Wenche's dream, under the starry sky that night, but the cold of the rainy night froze him awake.

Before dawn, everything outside was covered with a layer of hazy gray fog. Li Shaohao grabbed a windbreaker casually, and when he reached the door, he folded it back abruptly, and carefully took care of his clothes and hair.

Going to the living room again, I picked out a few white roses that had just been planted in the vase last night, carefully wrapped them in kraft paper from the kitchen, and tied a bow.

Just got into the car.

Before the first wave of rain fell in the morning, Li Shaoyao placed this bouquet of white roses in front of Wen Che's tombstone.

Seeing him silently in front of the tombstone, Chen Qing didn't dare to disturb him.

I don't know how long it took, until the sky was completely bright and the rain began to fall again, Chen Qing took the umbrella and walked to Li Shaohao's side.

"Sir, it's going to rain again."

The rain hit the back of Li Shaoyao's hand finely and densely. He rubbed the plain ring on his middle finger twice with his thumb, took his eyes off Wen Che's photo, and said to Chen Qing: "Come with me to the police station."

-

On the third day of Ji Zhizheng's detention, Li Shaohao brought his lawyer to the police station in the city center and asked for Ji Zhizheng's release on bail.

The police checked the system and said, "Last night, Ji Zhiyong was released on bail by his relatives."

"...Last night?" Li Shaohao glanced at the signature, it was Li Wei beside Ji Qingshan.

Anyway, there is still one person in the Ji family who misses him.

Now that he had escaped, he must have gone home.

He felt a little relieved.

"Comrade policeman." Li Shaohao took a stack of paper evidence from the lawyer, "Ji Zhijun was maliciously reported in this matter."

"I would like to prove his innocence."