The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

Zhang Mao nodded, clasping his hands in front of his chest, as if he didn't know how to put them.

"I... I asked my friend to bring me in."

Zhang Mao's friend is just a small worker who loads and unloads props, so the studio is always noisy, and no one pays attention to it.

But Jin came in, what to do next, but Zhang Mao was in trouble.There are too few clues that he can rely on, at most he knows that he is looking for a woman.But the women in the whole studio, at least a hundred or ten, can't even remember Zhang Mao's appearance, let alone look for clues.

In this way, Zhang Mao went back and forth in the Hongbo studio, wandering around without thinking for most of the afternoon.If he gets close, he is afraid that others will notice his strangeness; if he is far away, he is afraid of missing something.

He was so entangled and entangled, but when he looked up, he found that it was already evening, and the people around him began to leave one after another.

Zhang Mao didn't know whether he should leave or not, after all, he was a little bit reconciled to getting nothing after tossing and tossing for so long.But there is really no point in staying any longer.

He thought about it, but before he could make any decision, the winter sky quickly became dark.

At this time, the people in the studio had almost left, and three or two old men who were guarding the gate were packing up their things and clearing the venue.He didn't want to be noticed, so he just walked into the deep attic landscaping.

The sky was getting darker and darker. The place that was bustling during the day was slowly immersed in the deserted black and gray at this moment, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.

The scenery in the studio imitating the Fugui Garden also looks gloomy and empty at the moment.

Zhang Mao finally realized belatedly that it was too inappropriate for him to stay here secretly, so he walked in the direction of the old gatekeepers just now, intending to make up a pretext before getting out.

But he walked and walked, walked and walked, through the deserted rockery ponds, shops, streets and alleys, mansions and mansions, the more he walked, the more remote he went, and he got lost in it.

Now Zhang Mao began to panic. It was obviously a very cold weather, but he felt the sticky cold sweat on his back, and his steps became chaotic.

"Is anyone there?" It was completely dark, and the entire studio was in deep darkness, as if even the road had disappeared.

Zhang Mao couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted, hoping that the uncle who was watching the night would find him.

But the voice he yelled reverberated because of the emptiness, and it didn't even sound like it was him at all.

This time, Zhang Mao didn't even dare to open his mouth anymore. He gritted his teeth tightly and clutched the corner of the cotton-padded jacket, wanting to lean against the false wall not far away, but he didn't want his feet to sprain suddenly, and only heard "click" There was a crisp sound, followed by bone-chilling wetness, which made him fall down immediately.

The ice water suddenly spread on the surface, making Zhang Mao shivering from the cold, and he finally woke up a little bit, and understood his current situation - he actually stepped on the ice and fell into the shallow pond of the landscaping.

Now Zhang Mao didn't care about any fear, and hurriedly crawled out of the icy water, but the cotton coat on his body was thick and heavy after absorbing water, and dragged his body tenaciously. Fortunately, the pond was not too deep. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will cost Zhang Mao half his life.

When Zhang Mao finally crawled out of the water, his whole body was exhausted, and he lay slumped in the muddy soup, his whole body was wet and cold, his body twitched instinctively, but his thoughts were blurred for a moment.

What doubts, what cases, what women, nothing is important anymore.At this moment, Zhang Mao opened his eyes blankly, and all he fantasized about was hot water and a stove. He felt that he was about to die, about to die in this desperate cold, in an empty place.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw something, two small ones, all of which were bright red, with slender tails behind them, swimming into his sight like fish.

Suddenly, all of Zhang Mao's consciousness seemed to fluctuate invisibly.His arms, which had already lost strength, suddenly stretched out straight, and grabbed the little red goldfish fiercely.

Of course he failed to catch them, but he was pulled by them, stood up in a mysterious way, dragged his body covered in muddy water, followed the bright red little goldfish heavy and dull, and walked into the darkness ahead.

He didn't know how long he had been walking and where he was, until at a certain moment, when the two little goldfish disappeared suddenly, he suddenly became a little awake and stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, Zhang Mao found a street lamp not far ahead. He was overjoyed, and instinctively approached the light in the darkness. Although his body was as cold as an icicle, he still tried his best to rush there go.

How much he wished it could lead to the outside of the studio, even if it couldn't, a little light would give him a little peace of mind.

With such a mood, Zhang Mao finally walked under the street lamp, which shone coldly on him, but could not illuminate a further range.The cold and pain on his body redoubled, making him lean against the street lamp hopelessly, and slumped on the ground.

"I was really too cold and tired at the time, and I seemed to be falling asleep, but..." Zhang Mao's words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he trembled a few times to make an incomplete voice, with great difficulty Then he smoothed it out: "I listened, I heard some movement... It seemed to be the sound of a person walking..."

In such an environment, Zhang Mao felt as if he had been poured with cold water when he heard the sound of someone walking. He couldn't tell whether he should be happy or scared.

But after he listened carefully, he felt that the footsteps were very unstable, as if he had suffered some injuries, and he was walking slowly all the way.Zhang Mao couldn't help thinking, could it be that he was just as unlucky as he was trapped in the studio and injured?

So he became bolder again, and tentatively called out to the source of the sound: "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

Soon, he got a response——

"It's a woman... I heard she seemed to be crying." Zhang Mao recalled this, as if he was so frightened that he couldn't even say the whole thing.

When Wang Luan saw this, he tilted his head slightly and leaned on Qi Chensheng's shoulder, his thin fingers seemed to rise and fall normally, and a broken golden light like a feather tail flowed out.

After Canary filled the star position of Kang Su, the source of power was transferred to Qi Chensheng, but the actual user was still Wang Luan.

Therefore, whenever Wang Luan urges the canary, there will always be a subtle but close relationship with Qi Chensheng, which makes him feel that the two seem to be connected by blood.

Such a change made Qi Chensheng very satisfied. He enjoyed the process of the power flowing from his body into Brother Jiu's body, and couldn't help but hug Wang Luan even tighter.

In Zhang Mao's eyes, everything changed after the initial golden light flashed.He couldn't tell what he saw in front of his eyes, but he could feel extremely relieved, as if everything that terrified him had gone away.

"What happened after you heard the woman's cry?" Wang Luan's voice, mixed with the canary's clear cry that sounded like heaven, trickled into Zhang Mao's ears, and he continued talking involuntarily.

"I walked over to see her...it was a beautiful woman."

"Very beautiful, but I... can't remember what she looks like."

Seeing that the other party was human, Zhang Mao let go of his guard and went up to ask. The woman cried even more when she saw him. She only said that she was a young actor who came to shoot a certain movie. She was framed because she was not well-known. Crooked foot.

As soon as Zhang Mao heard this, the righteousness in his heart immediately surged, and he looked at the woman really pitifully, so he offered to carry her on his back regardless of his cold and tired body.

"She didn't turn me down, and she told me there was a way out of the studio."

When Zhang Mao heard that he was able to leave the studio, he was immediately overjoyed. Even the fatigue on his body seemed to dissipate a little, and he walked even harder with the woman on his back.

It didn't take long for them to leave the bright range of the street lights and walk into the darkness that was almost invisible.

At first Zhang Mao was full of energy, but soon the cold winter night hit him again, and he got colder and colder as he walked, and that coldness didn't seem to come from the surrounding environment, but from behind——his back.

The woman's body was cold and heavy, Zhang Mao even felt as if he was carrying a temperatureless corpse.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help being taken aback by his own thoughts, but once the faint fear appeared, he couldn't hold it back anymore.

His heart was beating violently, and with the woman's hand behind his back, he also began to tremble slightly, and he couldn't even support the woman's body.

"Mr. Zhang, are you too tired? Do you want to take a rest first?"

Zhang Mao's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he realized after a while that it was a woman who spoke.

"No, it's okay," Zhang Mao replied, shaking his head vigorously a few times, secretly spurning himself for being so frightened, the woman is clearly alive, how could it be a corpse, he tried to make his tone as relaxed as possible: " There is no need to rest, I will carry you behind my back and get out of here quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something flash in front of him again. When he looked carefully, it was the two bright red long-tailed small goldfishes that he had seen in a daze before.

Zhang Mao always thought it was his hallucination, after all, how could there be goldfish floating in mid-air, but at this moment he saw them clearly again, and he couldn't help feeling suspicious again.

But soon he thought of a good way, if it was his own hallucination, don't you know if you ask others?

So Zhang Mao whispered, and tentatively asked the woman behind her back: "Miss, have you seen...there are two red gold fishes in front?"

"Red goldfish?" The woman behind repeated Zhang Mao's words, but for some reason, Zhang Mao faintly felt that she seemed to be smiling: "Where is it?"

"It's right in front, can you see it?" Zhang Mao didn't think too much, and raised his head to signal the woman to look over, but at this moment he suddenly discovered that the two little goldfish had disappeared.

"Hey, why is this gone again?" He couldn't help muttering in a low voice, but the woman behind him still heard him.

Zhang Mao felt her move suddenly, and her exhaled breath hit his ear, but it was still too cold to be alive.

"Can't you find them?" The woman said, as if she had encountered something interesting, but her voice that should have been sweet and soft was very oozing.

"Yes, yes." Zhang Mao replied subconsciously, the fear that he had suppressed just now rose again, eating away at his spirit.

"It's okay." The woman seemed to smile again, her cold arms were pressed against Zhang Mao's exposed neck, stretched out in front of him, and then slowly opened her tightly clenched hands.

"Because they are here with me."