After the Rebirth of the Film Emperor

Ji Zhizheng got his wish and accepted the advertisement endorsement.

One of the daily-use brands needs to shoot a 1-minute advertising video.

Yang Yi gave the thin two-page script to Zhilong to read in advance.

A short commercial with a simple plot and few lines, but he didn't know what to do.

At 1 o'clock in the morning, he woke up, pushed the quilt away lightly, and ran into the second bedroom when he thought he didn't wake up Shaoyao Li, and quietly practiced the lines in this passage.

He didn't know that when he turned over, the young lady sleeping next to him had already woken up.

It was quiet at night, in order not to make noise, the door of the master bedroom was not even closed, but a crack was exposed, which ruined the sound insulation.

Li Shaohao could clearly hear Ji Zhimeng's faint voice in the second bedroom next door.

Just a few lines, he practiced repeatedly.

It was supposed to be a random job, but he was nervous like a student who was about to take an exam.

As it turned out the next day, his nervousness from last night was justified.

Arriving in front of the camera, Ji Zhilong was stunned with two dark circles under his eyes.

At first, the director thought that he didn't sleep well last night, and let him rest for half an hour, but there was still no improvement after the rest.

Ji Zhilong couldn't even speak a fluent line. He hasn't faced the camera alone for a long time. He was not good at it, but now he is completely rusty.

Li Shaoyao outside the camera can see all his performances.

The director is already very patient, but after grinding for the whole morning, none of the shots can be used, and everyone wants to get angry.

But he didn't dare to express his displeasure in front of Li Shaoyao, so he only found an opportunity to complain privately with his colleagues:

"How can you nominate the best actor with this kind of virtue? I can just go to school and pick up a student who just finished the art test and he can do better than him! How do you choose people? Isn't this embarrassing me? Money is hard to earn , shit is so fucking bad."

"Okay, Director Liu!" A female colleague persuaded, "Young Master Li is here, if he hears your words, the boss will definitely fire you. Even if Ji Zhimeng doesn't get better today, you can't shake your face."

"It's great to have a backer these days. I deserve it?" Director Liu complained indignantly, "Damn it, his nomination was bought for him by the money owner?"

"Speak less!"

This conversation took place in a secret corner, and they also suppressed their voices, but they didn't know that just outside the screen, Ji Zhirong, who came to get water alone, heard it clearly.

Holding the water glass with both hands, he poured warm water down his throat. His nose was blocked and he had difficulty swallowing.

In fact, it is not the first time someone pokes his back like this. He used to be used to being a piece of garbage that everyone can step on in the corner, but in the past six months, because of Wen Che's hard work, he can truly Only when he felt happy did he realize how sweet it is to be affirmed and admired by others.

Now that Wen Che disappeared, Ji Zhirong seemed to have easily ruined the good situation of the past six months.

Is he going to return to the disliked state he was a year ago?

Everyone on the set seemed to be looking at him, those eyes were malicious, and there were noisy voices in their ears.

"Look, I just said he can't."

"He's like this, it's completely different from his performance in the movie!"

"Keep your voice down, there is a backer behind her."

......

"Knowledge? Known!"

Ji Zhilong was patted on the shoulder, he came back to his senses, saw Yang Yi looked at him with concern, and looked around, the staff were busy with their own things, did not look at him, even The director who spoke ill of him behind his back smiled flatteringly at him, and greeted him as usual, "Mr. Ji, would you like another one?"

Looking at his face, Ji Zhilong suddenly thought of his adoptive father.

The same was true of his adoptive father in his unhappy childhood.

It is useless to slander him in front of his neighbors, but every time he wants to pay back the debt, he puts on a flattering face and smiles at him, "Good son, give dad another 2 yuan, dad This one is sure to win.”

Ji Zhilong was trembling all over, he covered his mouth, propped himself on the edge of the table and retched.

This frightened Yang Yi, and Li Shaohao, who had been watching from the sidelines, also stepped forward to support Zhimo, and patted him on the back.

Ji Zhizhen realized that he still had a young girl.

Although Wen Che won Li Shaoyao's sincerity for him, but now, Li Shaoyao is sincerely treating him well.

Once a drowning person grabs a log that can escape, he will never let it go easily.

He cowered in Li Shaoyao's arms like a rabbit.

He heard the man sigh, and then he called to stop today's filming. The staff on the set also breathed a sigh of relief. There was really no need to torture each other. Now the director didn't have to lose his smile, and Ji Zhilong saved the last bit of face.

Zhilong's schedule was fully arranged, and the next night, he was going to attend the award ceremony of Jin Wutong.

Yang Yi noticed Mr. Ji's strangeness, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

The woman's sixth sense told her that the way Li Shaoyao looked at Zhilong had also changed a little, as if she had lost some warmth.

But knowing that he was attending such an important occasion, Li Shaohao still gave him the best arrangement.

Zhijun put on the expensive couture, he saw himself in the mirror like a noble prince, but only he knew that under this glamorous skin, there was a beggar-like soul full of holes.

The awards ceremony started soon, Ji Zhilong was in the first three rows, and the organizing committee gave him enough dignity.

Li Shaoyao sat in the most central audience area.

An Baicheng was invited to be the award presenter, and he partnered with an old senior to give everyone the best actor award.

He glanced at the card in his hand, and showed a surprised and gratified smile: "This is also my good friend. I always thought he was a pearl covered in dust. Today he can finally release his light."

He took a meaningful look at the audience, and the camera followed his gaze and fixed on Ji Zhiyong's face.

"The winner of the 66th Golden Indus Award for Best Actor is Ji Zhirong!"

The audience burst into applause, the grand music was mixed with the host's introduction, and all the lights were focused on Zhilong.

At this moment, he is the sole focus of this Vanity Fair. At this moment, tens of millions of viewers in front of the TV will remember the name "Ji Zhilong".

He is a rising star, even if he can't reach Wen Che's previous position, he is finally not ignored by others.

When Ji Zhilong stood on the stage and received the heavy trophy, his body seemed to be crushed by Mount Tai.

He stood in the center of the stage, and all the peers and seniors in the audience looked up at him.

He has only dreamed of such a scene in his dreams, and only once or twice, because he is often haunted by nightmares and rarely has such sweet dreams.

Facts have proved that he probably shouldn't have these beautiful dreams, because he simply doesn't have the ability to sustain this dream.

Everyone was waiting for him to speak, and everyone wanted to spy on the state of mind of this new actor.

Ji Zhilong stood in front of the microphone, but his face was flushed, as if his throat was blocked, and he couldn't speak a word.

Every second seemed as long as a century, he wandered around in a panic, and finally found Li Shaoyao who was in the audience.

He was also looking up at himself, with the light reflected on the stage shining in his eyes.

Ji Zhiyong met his gaze and finally regained some courage. He took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly:

"I am very grateful... I am very grateful to my lover, Mr. Li Shaoyao."

The director in the arena immediately pointed the camera at Li Shaoyao. When that delicate face, which was no less than that of a male star, appeared on the big screen, it even caused a small range of screams from the audience.

Everyone thought that Ji Zhiyong was about to start showing affection, but they heard him choked up and said:

"This trophy...it should belong to Wen Che...I am grateful to Mr. Wen..."

Thank him for cleaning up all his messes decently, thank him for making this dream come true for him.

"Without him, I would never have stood in this position in my life."

When he mentioned Wen Che, there was an uproar in the audience. Those who knew the inside story deliberately observed Li Shaoyao's expression, and were surprised to see that his expression was as usual and he did not lose his composure.

The reporters in the media area were even more excited. Although they had been paid to gag a few years ago, it did not hinder the professional gossip mentality of this group of people.

Ji Zhijun was the lover that Li Shaohao's matchmaker was marrying, so he would not be ignorant of Li Shaohao's old love for Wen Che.

The current late Bai Yueguang who mentioned her husband in public, can hit the headlines of tomorrow's news from any angle!

Few of the media dared to pick up the traffic that fell from the sky that day, because Li Changfeng had sent someone to warn the senior management of the media not to implicate Wen Che and Li Shaoyao again.

Even if they had the intention to make trouble, they didn't dare to put it into practice. The final press release could only focus on the love and affection between Ji Zhijun and Li Shaohao. Selfish reporters would put Wen Che in between the lines.

The other part is the young people in the industry. Their knowledge of Wen Che is limited to that he is a senior who died young, and he is also a frequent visitor in the textbooks of all major students. "Treading Lanting" is Wen Che's representative work. The life of the character Lu Yun was endowed by Wen Che. As Lu Yun's second actor, Ji Zhiyong can be said to be the successor and successor. It is reasonable and reasonable to be grateful to Wen Che, a senior.

Only Ji Zhilong knew why he was grateful to Wen Che.

He successfully took away the crystal cup of the best actor.

He suppressed his excitement and didn't dare to vent his excitement until he returned to the hotel. Holding the trophy, he approached Li Shaoyao like a child holding a three-good student's certificate to please him, hoping to get praise and encouragement.

Li Shaohao looked at Zhimo with deep eyes, and when he was holding the trophy and wanted to ask for a hug, Shaohao pushed him away repellingly, and said coldly: "You are not Wen Che at all."

Zhi Rong staggered two steps, but he didn't fall down, but the crystal cup fell to the ground and shattered.

Li Shaohao seemed to be surrounded by dark clouds and rain behind him, pressing down on Zhimo, "When I woke up in the hospital, you were lying to me."

Zhiyong shrugged his shoulders and shook his head slightly: "...I didn't..."

His acting skills are too bad, to the point that Li Shaoyao despaired, "I'd rather you lie to me to the end, but you go to the mirror and take a look yourself, how ugly you look with a guilty conscience!!"

"... Mr. Li..."

"Wen Che hasn't called me like that for a long time. He won't be dumb in front of the camera, he won't be indifferent to Wen Jian and Pei Song, he won't turn clear soup matsutake into a pot of sewage, and he won't be like you today , I’m so happy that I won the best actor, I can’t even speak!!”

Li Shaoyao was exposing him, and at the same time, he was gradually breaking down, "For so many days, I have tried to find a little bit of his remnant in you, but there is nothing, not a single bit!"

"Ji Zhirong, you have not died, right? You have been living in his body, you have witnessed everything between me and him, you know everything between me and him, but you are just a bystander! You Trying to use lies to cover up the fact that Wen Che disappeared, you want to replace his existence, don't you?!"

Ji Zhilong opened his big innocent eyes, and asked tearfully, "...but...but this is my body, who is replacing whom?"

Li Shaoyu felt like being struck by thunder, he almost got used to Ji Zhijun's appearance, subconsciously regarded him as Wen Che, in other words, he had forgotten that Ji Zhijun who was only Ji Zhijun was also an independent individual, a living In his life, he also has emotions and desires, and he seeks for everything he loves. He is not a container or tool for Wen Che's rebirth, he is a human being.

"You think I'm a thief, right?" Zhihong looked at the shattered trophy on the ground and said mockingly, "I also think I'm a thief. He also helped me find someone like you who treats me wholeheartedly. From the moment he died and I came back to life, I stole everything that belonged to him. I am indeed a thief."

He opened his eyes wide, trying to hold back his tears, "Wen Che's things were stolen, and you can complain for him, but what about me? He has occupied my body for so long, and who would have noticed that I disappeared? Who will complain for me?"

Li Shaoyao was speechless. He sympathized with Ji Zhijun's experience, but it was only sympathy. He was just the savior in Wen Che's mouth. In fact, he only wanted to save Wen Che, but he could coldly watch Ji Zhijun's tragedy from the sidelines. .

If he hadn't been reborn, he would even be like everyone else, dismissing such a simple waste as Ji Zhirong.

Now, he just wants to confirm one thing.

"Ji Zhiyong, you have your misfortunes. I don't care if you are forced to do nothing or voluntarily fall into depravity. Wen Che has borne all the consequences of your misfortune. Now you can sit back and relax and enjoy both fame and fortune. In the name of Wen Che's suffering for you, tell me the truth...will he come back?"

Zhilong shook his head and said cruelly: "...he won't come back, I can't feel his consciousness anymore. Didn't your brother speak clearly enough that night? That car accident was your doom, yes Wen Che died for you, and you are living well now."

"If a person dies twice, how can he come back to life?"

The fluffy words crushed all the remaining hopes of Li Shaoyao, his face was distorted, as if he was unwilling to accept this fact, but in the end he didn't lie to himself.

Ji Zhilong saw him cover his face with his hands, and whimpered in a mournful voice, like a wounded little animal howling.

"I know I can't hide it from you. I'm not as good as Wen Che. He's good in everything, and I'm bad in everything. I'm a good-for-nothing. Where's Wen Che?"

"If you still have a chance, you can ask Wen Che if he can often feel my emotions?"

"The fear that he met my adoptive father in the countryside, and the childishness and cowardice that he occasionally showed, actually belong to me. Jingyin didn't lie, you never found the complete Wenche, your beloved double in the past year was actually me The combination with him, even if I only occupy [-]% of it."

"You never found him, you have completely lost him now, but you still have me, young lady, I..."

Zhijun tried to hold his hand, but Li Shaoyao avoided his touch, his face was covered in tears, and he was as embarrassed as a dog, "Can you return Wen Che to me?"

Ji Zhilong asked back: "Everyone feels sorry for me, but no one wants me to live, right?"

Li Shaoyao smiled bitterly, and said in a cold voice, "You live well...we're divorced."