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As the night fell, the huge forest house was silent, except for a little yellow light from the master bedroom.

Song Ran rubbed his eyes wearily, yawned a little, got up from the chair and turned up the lamp, and continued to read Conan Doyle's "The Case of the Spotted Tape": "It happened in [-] At the beginning of April..."

Lin Feiyu was leaning quietly on the head of the bed, listening to Song Ran reading the novel silently, but at this moment he felt something, and said softly: "Are you tired? Otherwise, let's finish reading today. By the way, can you give me A cup of hot milk? Add more sugar."

Song Ran couldn't help but glanced at Lin Feiyu, the hazy yellow light sprinkled on the other's handsome face like a tulle, and those dim amber eyes seemed to have some luster against the light, looking very gentle.

Lin Feiyu didn't go to work in the Song Group these days, and stayed in the Lin residence. There was usually no one in the Lin residence. The job of Song Ran's personal assistant was also very simple. He read documents during the day and novels at night. Lin Feiyu poured a cup of sweet milk——Chairman Lin seemed to like drinking that kind of sweet and greasy stuff very much.

The work was so easy, and Lin Feiyu's attitude was mature and gentle, but Song Ran always felt weird, but he observed carefully for several days, and he didn't find any conspiracy in Lin Feiyu.

At this moment, there was only a soft "ding -" sound, and Song Ran received a WeChat message on his cell phone.

Lin Feiyu frowned and said, "Who the hell is bothering you at such a late hour?"

Song Ran clicked on WeChat, and it turned out that Wu Xiaoyun sent a voice message: "Brother Ran, are you free this weekend?"

Lin Feiyu said "Oh", "It's your sister."

Song Ran was about to reply, but Wu Xiaoyun sent another text: "Brother Ran, Mr. Song came to the bookstore this afternoon, and he told me that a friend of his has set up a private cinema, and he wants to invite you to watch a movie on weekends, so let's chat Talking about the investment in the bookstore, he even told you not to tell Lin Feiyu about it."

Song Ran stared at the text sent by Wu Xiaoyun, and couldn't help frowning. Song Qingshuang wanted to watch a movie with him, and talk about the investment in the bookstore by the way?Song Ran slightly narrowed her eyes, Song Qingshuang must have some purpose, but she is not afraid of him, so why not go over and have a look.

Lin Feiyu said softly: "What's wrong? What did your sister say?"

Song Ran came back to his senses and prevaricated: "It's nothing, Xiaoyun and her mother-in-law are going shopping in the city center on weekends, and they want to take me with them. By the way, can I ask for leave? It's okay for you to stay alone for half a day, right? "

Lin Feiyu lowered his eyes, looking a little lonely, but his voice was still gentle and mature: "Of course, it's been so many years, I can stay by myself without any problem."

……

On the weekend afternoon, Song Ran took a taxi and arrived at the private cinema in the city center according to the address Song Qingshuang sent her.

The private cinema is located next to a park. It is a quiet and quiet environment. It is a chic French villa. It is not so much a private cinema as it is a private club with a cinema and a bar. The lobby is very artistically decorated and the lighting It was dim and dark, with large black and white movie posters on the wall, and no one was seen.

"Is anyone there?" Song Ran called out twice, but no one answered.

He was looking around suspiciously, when a young man with a mustache and a ponytail rushed out to greet him: "Is that Mr. Song? I'm Qingshuang's college classmate, and Qingshuang is already waiting inside."

The young man with a mustache is a chatty literary youth who likes art films and travels around the world. While introducing the club to Song Ran enthusiastically, he took Song Ran into the theater. This theater is not very big, and there are no ordinary seats like a movie theater. , only a few comfortable leather sofas are scattered here and there, and in front of the sofa is a movie screen.

Song Qingshuang was sitting on a sofa for two, looking down at the small hard drive in his hand. The dim light in the theater made his complexion as fair as snow and his face clear and handsome.

Song Ran raised her eyebrows and said, "Mr. Song, why is he in such a good mood, he suddenly thought of asking me to watch a movie? What movie?"

Song Qingshuang raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on Song Ran: "Do you know the movie "Fire Wheels"?"

steamer?Song Ran shook his head: "I've never heard of it."

Song Qingshuang seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and said with a chuckle: "I guess you haven't heard of it. Actually, this movie was not released, because there was a serious accident during the shooting, and the shooting couldn't be completed in the end. It couldn’t be shown.”

Song Ran frowned and said, "Didn't finish the filming? Then what are we watching today?"

Song Qingshuang said slowly: "Although the filming has not been completed, I got the part of the shot from the director Cui Xue that has already been filmed, and it is in this hard disk copy, which is very interesting."

After finishing speaking, he gently tossed the hard drive in his hand.

Song Ran squinted his eyes, and said straightforwardly: "Mr. Song, what exactly do you want to do? Just say what you have to say, and you don't need to play tricks."

Song Qingshuang lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her snow-white face was almost saddened, as if she had cruelly given up some opportunity or someone who was at her fingertips.

He said hoarsely: "I used to have some selfishness, so I haven't told you these things, but now I can't drag it on any longer. After you watch this movie, you will naturally understand."

Song Ran stared at him for a while, and finally sat down beside him: "Okay, let's start watching the movie."

Song Qingshuang said no more, rang the bell to call the waiter, and handed the hard drive to him: "Release it."

The waiter took the hard drive with both hands respectfully: "Okay, Mr. Song."

After a while, the theater went dark, and then the big screen gradually lit up.

Because it is only a semi-finished product, there is no dubbing, just like a silent film. At the beginning, it is a long shot. The camera passes through a very busy African deep-water port, dirty black stevedores, huge and heavy oil drums, tall and rough cranes... … Gradually, a huge oil tanker appeared in the camera, and the tanker was loading, and the workers were very busy.

Then the camera gradually pans down, and a sneaky young man sneaks onto the tanker among a group of stevedores.

When the young man looked back at the port, the camera gave him a close-up. Although his face was dirty, his bright amber eyes were simply beautiful, triumphant and looking forward.

That was Lin Feiyu who was still blind.

Song Ran couldn't help but let out a soft "ah". He had also heard some gossip, and knew that Lin Feiyu was a famous actor in the past, but he retired behind the scenes because of accidental blindness, but he had never seen a movie made by Lin Feiyu, so he didn't think much of it. .

But at this moment, Song Ran looked at those bright eyes with a smug smile, and suddenly felt a sharp tug in his heart, as if his heart had been pinched by sharp nails.

Song Qingshuang said softly, "This is Lin Feiyu's last movie."

"Hmm." Song Ran came back to her senses, and couldn't help but secretly wonder, what did Song Qingshuang mean by inviting herself to this private theater to watch the last movie made by Lin Feiyu?

He pondered for a moment, and decided to ignore Song Qingshuang's purpose for the time being, and finish watching the movie first.

The following shots are messy and broken, obviously without any editing. For a while, there are a lot of meaningless empty shots. For a while, Lin Feiyu and the little girl are playing backgammon. No specific details.

Song Ran said softly: "These are the original shots that haven't been edited?"

"En." Song Qingshuang nodded.

The two watched in silence for a while, and the lens suddenly became shorter and tilted, as if the camera had been placed on the ground casually.

Song Qingshuang said in a low voice: "This is not Cui Xue's director's camera, this is a spare camera, which was placed on the ground by the photographer and forgot to turn off the camera."

In the shot is an empty narrow corridor, and then a person walks into the shot, he pushes open a door, and seems to be examining something carefully.

Song Ran's eyes widened in disbelief—with a slightly thin body and a beautiful face, it was clearly "myself"!

He said shyly, "What the hell is going on..."

Song Qingshuang said in a deep voice, "Look."

Song Ran took a deep breath and continued to look down.

"I" checked several rooms in a row, and then stopped in front of a door, "I" frowned slightly, as if to say something sharply, it should be "who is it?" or something like that.

Then, the door suddenly opened, and two people rushed out!

"I" pulled off half of a person's sleeve with his backhand, but he didn't follow after him, but hurried into the room, as if he found something wrong. After a while, a carefree photographer came to the door and said something, Then raised his arm.

Song Ran lost his voice: "Don't turn on the light!"

For some reason, he knew that the photographer wanted to turn on the light, but he couldn't, absolutely, absolutely not! !

Song Ran hadn't figured out why he knew this, but in the next moment, the camera vibrated violently, as if an explosion had occurred, the picture was filled with thick smoke, and there were faint fires in the distance, and figures running around...

Song Ran stared blankly at the movie screen, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his temple, and countless messy fragments rushed into his mind like fire, explosion, little girl, icy sea breeze, billowing smoke , and a pair of beautiful amber eyes, looking at him desperately and frantically...

It hurts……

Song Ran couldn't help but hugged his head tightly. In a daze, he suddenly remembered the hideous burns on his shoulders, fire wheels, explosions, burns, falling into the water...

He gasped heavily involuntarily, and said in a hoarse voice, "I participated in the filming of "Steam Wheel"? An explosion occurred during the filming? I... I fell into the sea from that oil tanker?"

Song Qingshuang held his shoulder, gritted his teeth and said, "It's Lin Feiyu's fault. He's the one who harmed you. He's the one who harmed you."

Gritting her teeth, Song Ran felt a sharp pain in her head: "I can't remember, it's all fire and smoke...my head hurts..."

Song Qingshuang couldn't bear it anymore, hugged Song Ran tightly, and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, it's okay, this is a normal reaction. I asked the psychiatrist, after the scene reappears, the patient may appear A lot of bits and pieces of memory, and maybe a headache, and over the next few days, you'll be able to slowly recall everything, everything."

Song Ran didn't have the strength to answer him, and just closed his eyes tightly. A large number of broken memory images cut his brain like sharp glass pieces, but he couldn't piece together the complete incident. The choking smoke, the hot Flames, icy sea water, someone screaming to himself...

I don't know how long it took before the nauseating headache got better. Song Ran supported the armrest of the sofa and barely stood up: "I'm going back."

Song Qingshuang was taken aback for a moment, and said shyly, "Are you still going back to Lin's house?"

Song Ran whispered: "Go back to the bookstore."

Song Qingshuang breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly got up: "I'll drive you back. You should rest well these few days. I'll take care of Lin Feiyu. You don't have to worry."

Song Ran frowned heavily: "No, I want to walk for a while by myself to get some fresh air."

"But..." Song Qingshuang's expression was very worried, Song Ran's mind was in a mess, and she didn't want to say anything to him, so she picked up her coat, turned and walked out.

After walking out of the private club, it was already dark.

Song Ran walked forward in a daze along a secluded side street. He tried to assemble those fragments into a complete memory, but his temples twitched and ached, and he couldn't concentrate at all.

When he reached the entrance of an alley, Song Ran suddenly felt a slight dizziness. He couldn't help holding on to the electric pole on the side of the road, wanting to rest for a while. At this moment, he felt a sharp wind coming from behind his head!

Song Ran reacted very quickly, almost subconsciously dodged to the side, and a heavy steel pipe hit his shoulder hard!