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Di Ying dug out the principal's phone number he had just saved and dialed it.

"Principal, I heard that if the children in the children's home do not have their parents' surnames, they will have the same surname as Ling Mu?"

The principal gave an affirmative answer: "Chairman Ling treats every child here as his own, that's why he made such a decision, but how did you know?"

Di Ying asked: "Is there a possibility that Ling Ji is also a child who came out of a children's home, so he goes back to do volunteer donations every year?"

"That's impossible," the principal denied without hesitation, "I am too familiar with every child here, not to mention Ling Ji is so outstanding, but anyone who sees him will never forget him. Although Ling Ji's surname is Ling, the outside surname is Ling. There are also many people, it should be just a coincidence."

The other party insisted that it was impossible, but Di Ying refused to give up like this: "Think about it again, if a boy who is about the same age as Ling Ji, if he was there when he was young, it would have been about 20 years ago. Can't remember?"

Di Ying heard a heavy sigh coming from the microphone, "To be honest, if most of the children have the same surname, it is not easy for us to distinguish them. The children are called by nicknames when they are in school, and only after they leave school. There will be a special person to handle their identities, so I don't know what their name will be after they leave school. How about this, let me ask the person in charge of the foundation for you to see if there is a file of Ling Ji."

Di Ying had a premonition that he was only one step away from the truth, and his grip on the phone was tighter than usual: "Then please!"

……

When Yu Jingji put the latest announcement in front of Di Ying, she was already mentally prepared to be rejected.

Di Ying only glanced at it, and when he saw the words "Cursed Bride" on it, his face turned ugly.

"What do you mean, didn't I say that I don't want to receive any announcements related to this drama?"

"It's still the program group that wanted to do a reunion of the crew. Last time, because Director Xin and you both refused to accept it, it couldn't be made. This time, Director Xin took the initiative to contact the program group. I hope you can agree."

Di Ying pushed the notice slip away: "Sorry, I refuse."

"Director Xin made a special trip to come back from filming for this show. He has never set such a precedent before. It can be seen that this time is very important to him."

"I can't just sit there as if nothing happened, recalling the past like other guests. Rejection is already my best self-restraint."

"Hou Ying quit the circle, if you are absent again, the show may not have ratings."

"Shouldn't this be a problem considered by the program group when planning?"

Yu Jingji had an expression of "I expected it to be like this", leaving him only one sentence: "You think about it."

Xin Yi's phone calls came one after another.

"I heard you refused to be on the show?"

"This is the speed of information dissemination in the entertainment industry?"

Di Ying said sarcastically that he was not surprised at all that Yu Jingji brought out his psychiatrist as a rescuer. After all, he is the best person in the world who is good at persuading himself.

"I think you should be on this show," said the other.

"And then? Sitting on the sofa and chatting, bringing out the fire experience and selling it all over again, watching the host wipe tears, and finally everyone embraces and has a happy reunion?"

Di Ying spoke very hastily, and his tone was a little heavy: "Brother, you know very well that with me, the crew will never be able to reunite."

"How do you know there won't be a reunion?"

Di Ying's eagerness to vent his emotions was pushed back: "...What do you mean? Brother, do you know something?"

"What I know is far less important than what you saw with your own eyes. Even if the person you are looking for is by your side, how can you see the other person's face clearly if you don't open your eyes."

There was a stabbing pain in his temple, Di Ying covered his head, and Xin Yi's voice seemed to come from another world.

"Di Ying, it's time to go back to the scene of the fire and take a closer look at that person."

Xiao Jia was sitting in the car idly, watching Xiaoao videos to pass the time, when the sound of the car door being opened behind him, he turned around and saw his brother getting into the car with a dark face.

"Brother, you are here. Sister Jing said that you are filming a nostalgic variety show today. Let's go to the recording studio now?"

Di Ying's complexion was not good: "Go and pick up Ling Ji from work."

"Teacher Ling's work today is also in the recording studio, and it is said that the recording will be relatively late."

"Then go to the kindergarten to pick up Xiaoao."

"Aba, I heard that the two of you are recording a variety show in the studio today, and Teacher Yi has already picked up Xiao Ao in advance."

Shed, shed, is there no other place in this world besides the video studio?

Xiao Jia guessed what Di Ying was thinking, and asked cautiously, "Brother, shall we also go to the recording studio?"

Di Ying grabbed something casually to cover his face: "Whatever."

The environment in the car made people drowsy, and Di Ying heard the phone ringing in a daze, and the caller picked it up without seeing it.

"Hey……"

He just said something over there, and the sleepy-eyed person suddenly sat up straight, feeling completely drowsy.

"Turn around!"

Both Xiao Jia and the driver were surprised.

"Go to the children's home!"

Xiao Jia pointed to the end point visible to the naked eye: "But bro, we'll be there soon, isn't the show going to be recorded?"

"I said U-turn! Now immediately! Quick!"

Under Di Ying's whip, the driver drove to the children's home at the fastest speed, and Di Ying rushed into the principal's office.

"Principal, have you found Ling Ji's file?"

"I don't know if it's the one you're looking for. The age is right, but some of the conditions don't match."

The principal took out a thin sheet of paper and deliberately covered the position of the photo with his palm.

"At the beginning, I asked people to look for the name Ling Ji, but they couldn't find it. There was one with the same pronunciation and different characters. It wasn't Qing Ji's Ji, but Ji Ji of Seasons. I thought, could it be a stage name? Let them pass the file over. After looking at it, I thought it couldn’t be this person.”

"Ling Ji?" Di Ying quickly repeated the name, "Do you have any impression of this person?"

"That's amazing. He was sent here when he was six years old. Anyone who has seen him will be impressed... Are you mentally prepared?"

Di Ying was stunned for a moment, then nodded with an emotion he didn't understand.

The principal moved his palm away, and in that inconspicuous one-inch photo, the broken and mottled teenager faced the camera, just as the principal said, it was indeed unforgettable at a glance.

The hand holding the paper began to tremble involuntarily, and the paper also made a rustling sound in the shaking.

"I've seen this man..."

Memories pull Di Ying into the torrent of the past, and the scene in front of him becomes a set in the cold winter months.

"I must have seen this man..."

"Is the stuntman ready?" The assistant director's voice came from the loudspeaker.

Still dissatisfied, Di Ying was wearing a down jacket, holding the hot ginger tea made by his assistant in his hand.

After saying "Action", the stand-in completed several difficult moves in the air, and then plunged into the pond.

Just sitting here and watching, Di Ying could feel the biting cold.

The stand-in was wet and dragged from the pond to the bridge, his teeth chattering coldly.The field worker wrapped him in a thick padded jacket, and his wet hair was disheveled, covering his face.

Di Ying watched him run to the stone wall from a distance, and the logistics staff placed two lunch boxes in front of him. He didn't care to wipe off the water on his head, and opened the lid of the lunch boxes and devoured them.

"Why don't you let him change the wet clothes first," Di Ying asked the assistant director incomprehensibly, "Will you not catch a cold if you're wet like this?"

"I prepared clothes for him. He himself said that he would not be cold when he was full. It was not easy for this young man. He said that he was eighteen, but he looked only fifteen or sixteen. As long as he could eat, he would do all the hard work when he was full. "

Seeing him hunching over and shivering while digging rice into his mouth, Di Ying felt uncomfortable, looked through the nutritious meals prepared for him at home, and walked towards the man with the lunch box and thermos.

After only a few minutes, the first box of rice was wiped out to the point where there was not a single grain of rice left, and the man couldn't wait to open the second box. The thermos cup appeared out of nowhere, and his movements stopped.

"Drink some of this to warm yourself up."

Di Ying passed the ginger tea forward, opened the lunch box and put it in front of him: "The lunch box is cold, don't eat it, this one is still hot."

The person in front of him covered his face with his hands holding chopsticks, and raised his head little by little from behind.

Di Ying had never seen such a face before. The skin was covered with narrow, long and hideous scars, and the red and white were chaotic, and there was no uniform skin tone.

After sensing the shock in Di Ying's eyes, he quickly lowered his head, trying not to let him see him.

"Your face..." After Di Ying finished speaking, he realized that he also had the same scar on the back of his hand.

With the startled glance just now, Di Ying felt a strange feeling in his heart, and suddenly had a strong desire to take another look.

His hand moved ahead of his brain, his knuckles touching the cool skin of his cheek.

The person in front of him suddenly jumped up in a panic, knocking over the lunch box in his hand, and before Di Ying could get up to stop him, he turned around and staggered away.

The appearance that I saw at a glance back then gradually coincided with the person in the photo in front of me. Although there was a few years difference in age, those horrible scars remained unchanged.

The headmaster's sad words came from his ears.

"This child is really very poor. He was caught in a fire when he was young, and he suffered severe burns all over his body when he was only six years old. His father took the compensation and left him in the ICU. The foundation paid to help him save his life, but there was no The extra money is used for repairs. When he was first sent, all the children were afraid of him, and they would have nightmares at night when they saw him, so he hid alone and saw no one."

"He has no problem with intelligence, but because of his terrible appearance, public primary schools dare not admit him, so he can only complete compulsory education in a children's home. When he was 13 years old, he said he could find a job to support himself and left. I haven't seen him since then. Passed him... What's the matter with you? Are you all right?"

Di Ying covered his head in pain, some memories squeezed into his brain little by little, as broken as the scars on his face.

--"Do you know who I am?"

——"You only remember me when you're drunk, and you forget me when you wake up."

——"My little Jizi has learned badly, and has learned to seduce people."

——"Brother Ying..."

"He..." Di Ying spat out every word with difficulty, "What was his name when he was here?"

The principal looked at him with concern, worried that something might happen to him.

"His name was said by himself after waking up. He said his name was Xiao Jizi, the Ji of this season."

Xiao Jia looked at the time several times in vain, knowing that today's program recording must be late, and was planning an excuse to explain to Yu Jingji.

A gust of wind swept Di Ying into the car.

"Go to the studio!"

The gray-haired old man sat in the most focused position on the stage, the lights were deliberately dimmed, and he looked very suitable for confession.

"At that time, the crew announced that the fire was an accident. The reality is that someone bought inferior fire extinguishing equipment for a small profit. When we found that the fire was out of control, three of the five fire extinguishers could not work properly. If that day There is no straw and no wind, and a fire may be avoided by chance, but it happens, it is man-made, not a natural disaster."

"I was shocked when I heard the news, and I thought about calling the police. But they all advised me that if there was a scandal, the crew would be forced to suspend work, and the investor's money, as well as the previous filming, would be wasted. I, for the film, Agree to conceal the whole incident, let Hou Ying pretend to be slightly injured in the fire, and the real victim will not be named in any news."

Xin Youkui paused for a long time, tears gleaming in his eyes.

"This matter has been buried for 20 years. I know that once these words are made public, it will become the biggest stain in my director career. I will no longer be a highly respected director in the eyes of the audience, and I will be attacked overwhelmingly. But if there are some words I don't want to Tell it, some truths don't let it out, I will live in guilt for the rest of my life."

"The child I was most sorry for back then, I asked myself countless times if he was okay. Thank God, he found me and gave me the opportunity to apologize to him face to face..."

Di Ying appeared at the back door of the auditorium short of breath, causing a small wave of commotion.

"Isn't that Di Ying?"

"Didn't you say he won't come today?"

Di Ying stepped down the steps step by step, staring straight at the person who was slowly walking out of the backstage supported by Xiao Yi.

He was wearing a red wedding gown and a phoenix crown and Xiapei. After his sight was deprived by the hijab, he took every step carefully.

Di Ying walked through the long stairs, stepped on ninety-nine and 81 clouds, and waited for 20 years to come to him.

The protruding fingers were full of anxiety, timidity, and expectation, and the small bell hanging on the end of the red hijab vibrated with trembling.

The beauty under the hijab slowly raised her face, she was flawless and shining like spring flowers.

The images spanning 20 years overlapped at this moment. It was him who saw him when he lifted his hijab 20 years ago, and he will still be him 20 years later.

It turns out that before you know it, the person you miss is already by your side.

The hanging red hijab cuts off the outside world, forming a small world of only two people.

While breathing, only Ling Ji could see the glint in his eyes and hear the deep trembling in his voice.

Di Ying held the other's face cherishingly, and the touch from his fingertips was so real that he believed that this was not a dream.

"finally found you."

"My bride."

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, under the cover of a hipa, he gently kissed his bride while being filmed by cameras in all directions.