fifth year of divorce

An Tang stood on the edge of the tall building.

The wind in the ancient town made people crumble.An Tang was as peaceful as a lily that had grown there.

He had never been so alive in this town.

One more step forward, and there will be no more peace.

"An Tang." I called him softly, "Come back..."

An Tang turned around and looked at me, "Where are you going?"

I stretched out my hand, far away from him, "Come to me, let's live together."

He shook his head, as if pulling out the petals on his body with his own hands, "Forget it..."

"An Tang." I took a step forward, tears streaming down my cheeks, "You're just sick, and you don't want to die when you're cured."

"Are you sick too?"

"I'm fine, and you will be fine."

He sighed, "I can't get better. My body and soul are already dirty. God will never forgive me."

"An Yun..."

"I'm leaving, Ayao, I'm so happy to meet you." He glanced at me and smiled, "You want to live, unfortunately I took it away, and I will leave the rest of the luck to you."

"An Yun!!!"

When I opened my eyes, Wia was slowly landing, and I couldn't help crying.

An Tang left, and he returned me to me.

The staff stepped forward to untie the wire for me. I felt my legs and feet were a little weak, so they supported me with both hands.

I raised my head, and Qin Weiji's warm and soft breath greeted my cheeks, my eyes were flushed, and my aura was weak.

I thought I would never see Qin Weiji so weak again, so I turned around and hugged him, patted his shoulder, "Okay, it's over."

His body stiffened.

When Jiang Zhishen died, I cried and fell into his arms like this, and he said the same thing.

I died again in front of Qin Weiji, it was cruel.

I continued to shoot for more than a month, and it was completed before I knew it.

The filming took five months, and I was in this town from summer to winter.Time flies, I have no contact with the outside world for a long time, and I feel as if I have been in a trance.

"It's been a long time, thank you teacher."

The staff came up to say hello to me, and I responded with a smile, "Thank you for your care during this time, and I will treat you to dinner when I get back to the city."

Everyone laughed and dispersed.

I leaned against the window, the window was slightly open, and the wind made my face flush.

"The smog in Beijing makes me feel like I'm driving through a foggy forest." The painter walked in muttering, and opened his hands with a smile when he saw me, "Sister Yao, happy ending!"

I stepped forward and hugged her, "Thank you."

"What do you think when you stand here alone?"

I rested my chin on my hand, and my eyes were clear, "I was wondering whether the scale of this movie can be broadcast, and whether Mr. Zhou can make money."

The painter smiled, "Apart from "I Shouldn't Love the Sun", which of his movies made money? It would be good if he didn't lose money."

"Director Zhou's film is very good."

She nodded, "I remember reading a movie review, saying that his movies are deformed love and have no values. I also asked him why he didn't cater to the market or political orientation, sublimate the movie, and maybe take it. The award is soft."

"How did he say?"

"To be in love is to be in love, and love doesn't need values, let alone politics." The painter smiled at me, "You say, everyone from the director to the actors is mentally ill, how does this movie make money?"

I nodded, slightly raised my eyebrows, and patted her on the shoulder, "That's right, even the author of the script is sick."

The two of us leaned against the window, laughing happily.

"Are you all right? Can you make a play?"

I nodded, and my smile gradually subsided, "After the scene of jumping off the building, An Tang died in my heart."

"Do you know what was the last straw that prompted An Tong to commit suicide?"

I looked at the painter, there is no standard answer, "What?"

"It was he who suddenly felt that his love was sinful, and even the gods and Buddhas would not forgive him." She paused, "Do you think your love is sinful? Are you afraid that the gods and Buddhas will punish you?"

I bowed my head, my heart was open, "I'm not afraid."

"why?"

I lowered my head and pressed it against her ear, "Because I don't believe in gods and Buddhas, I am a firm Marxist materialist."

The painter shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile, "Did your materialism tell you whether homosexuality is a crime?"

I thought for a while and said slowly, "Dialectics say that homosexuality is both sinful and innocent."

She lightly slapped me on the shoulder, "Although I wrote An Tang based on you, sometimes you look nothing like An Tang."

I was stunned, "Is it based on me?"

The painter nodded, "I saw you filmed "I Shouldn't Love the Sun", and I thought you were too suitable for this kind of beautiful and tragic role, so I specially wrote An Tang for you. That is to say, the only requirement is that you play An Yun, and they all benefit from your credit."

It's really tailor-made for me.

I paused for a moment and suddenly raised my head to look at her. The author tailor-made the role for me. Why did he choose Qi Lianyu to play it in the first place?

I looked at her and said slowly, "So the role was decided on me from the beginning?"

"Of course, this is the first condition I signed the contract with."

Then why did Qin Weiji go so far to find Qi Lianyu, and why Zhou Kong never mentioned to me that this role was my business from the beginning.

"You asked me to play An Yu, did Brother Qin have any opinion?"

The painter was stunned for a moment, and said puzzledly, "Why would he have any objections? When Xu Jiang's role first found him, he said that you should play An Tang. We simply coincided with each other."

I raised my head and froze in place, an unbelievable thought seemed to explode in my mind.

Brother Qin did it on purpose.

It was intentional to call me back.

Didn't he say that everything disappeared in five years?Then why call me back?

Isn't he with Qi Lianyu?Then why do you have to force me to come back?

Didn't he say that I'm not worthy of playing An Tang?Then why recommend me?

What is Qin Weiji thinking?

"Sorry, I'll take a step first." I looked at the painter anxiously, "I have something to ask him."

She nodded, "Go ahead."

I went to Qin Weiji with a stomach full of questions and a lonely heart. I had been confused for too many years and had given up on it for too many years, and suddenly I felt hope sprouting in my heart.

Perhaps, brother Qin didn't forget me, didn't fall in love with others, he was waiting for me.

When I saw Qin Weiji and Qi Lianyu sitting together on the set, I felt that the hope in my heart was extinguished by the cold water, and the enthusiasm that was born was blown away by the cold wind outside the window. I felt unprecedentedly sad.

"Thank you senior?" Qi Lianyu looked at me and paused, then smiled at me, "Happy ending."

I looked at Qin Weiji without saying a word.

He paused, raised his eyebrows lightly, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." I'm used to smirking in Vanity Fair, but now I can't smile at all, "Just pass by."

Qin Weiji frowned slightly, and some puzzlement appeared in his cold eyes.

I turned around in embarrassment.This kind of drama was vivid when I was in my early twenties, how can it be so ridiculous now.

Zhou Kong is quite old, he insists on following the trend, and holds the wrap-up banquet like a party.

It's a pity that the weather is too cold to open outdoors, so we borrowed the location of the studio, and there was a huge crowd of people.

I often hang out in bars like sensual venues in the UK. I didn't feel noisy at that time, but now I feel that the people in front of me are noisy.

I found a corner and sat down with a glass of champagne, which didn't match my cringe at the moment.I leaned on the sofa and began to think about how to live in the future.

Do you find someone to live your whole life together, or live your whole life alone.

Anyway, it's all about working together, so what do you have to do with others.

"Did anyone upset you?"

I looked up, Qin Weiji had already stood beside me, his tone was gentle and indulgent.

I lowered my head, "No."

He looked at me, a little embarrassed, and sat next to me, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

"Leave me alone, Brother Qin."

He was absent-minded for a while, and I seemed to see a trace of sadness in his eyes, so fast, I almost couldn't catch it.

"What's the matter?"

"Brother Qin." I interrupted him, my voice trembling, but I tried my best to smile, "I'm going to find someone to love."