Brilliant

Gao Yue didn't know how he left the embassy that day.

He only remembered that he was on the way home, with white snow piled up on both sides of the road.Even though it was midwinter, Gao Yue was recalling the dazzling midsummer of his childhood.On a night when a hobo picks up a guitar and plays country music, sitting on a man's shoulder, shaking and swaying, holding a chocolate bar that the man saved to sell him to eat, the two are dressed in simple white T-shirt, go to a light show by the river.

At that time, the man said to himself that the light show there was the most lively and beautiful in the whole York region.

The man's eyes seemed to be shining with neon light. He danced and described to Gao Yue how magical the light show was, and how much he looked forward to seeing it with Gao Yue.

Gao Yue grabbed his hair, afraid that he would fall off the man's shoulders. In fact, at that time, Gao Yue was even more afraid that the man would leave him one day.

The chocolate paste was on the man's head, Gao Yue's face was everywhere, Gao Yue giggled, the man had nothing to do with him, he just bit Gao Yue's arm pretending to be fierce, leaving a shallow scar. Pale red marks.

It turned out that he didn't kill anyone, and he wasn't a heinous sinner.

He is innocent and innocent, just like what Gao Yue said, how could such a gentle person hurt others.

For so many years, his impenetrable, dark and depressing life was finally torn away with a rainbow-colored corner.

Sun Junliang's original intention was to let Wen Mingyuan stop paying too much attention to the scolding on the Internet, and let him calm down and prepare for the next movie, which is the script of the criminal investigation drama that Lu Siwei gave him at the beginning - "Dead City".

But Sun Junliang did not expect that Wen Mingyuan seemed to bet his future and dreams on this movie. He started to sleep only 3 hours a day. Apart from participating in those activities during the day, he would recite his lines whenever he had time. Study the script, ask older actors for advice.He found almost all the movies and TV shows about serial murders he could find, and carefully studied the different performance styles of each actor.Wen Mingyuan even watched a lot of documentaries and news related to criminal investigation to observe what these real criminals look like.

If Mo Beicheng hadn't stopped him, he even planned to go straight to the prison to see what the criminals really looked like.

Mo Beicheng looked at him so obsessed, but there was nothing he could do.

He feels that Wen Mingyuan is burning his own life to make this film.

Staying up late and being busy for several days in a row had brought huge wear and tear to Wen Mingyuan's body, and his originally healthy body suddenly fell into the vortex of headache and gastritis.

Mo Beicheng persuaded him several times to let him sleep more, but Wen Mingyuan just refused with a smile.

Mo Beicheng was more worried about his mental health than his physical problems.

From time to time when participating in activities during the day, I will come across some remarks criticizing "Lily Boy", and when I go home at night, I have to study these extremely anti-human psychological and social phenomena. Mo Beicheng is really worried that he will collapse because of those cruel cases and facts .

At one o'clock in the morning, Wen Mingyuan was still awake.Mo Beicheng was afraid that he would suffer from stomach problems from starvation again, so he washed an apple, cooked a bowl of oatmeal and served it to him.

"It doesn't have any calories, and you won't gain weight if you eat it. You need to fill your stomach." Mo Beicheng put the dinner plate on Wen Mingyuan's table, and then moved a chair to sit beside Wen Mingyuan.

"Thank you," Wen Mingyuan couldn't keep his eyes open, he touched Mo Beicheng's hand, "Go to sleep, don't stay with me."

Mo Beicheng didn't answer the call, but started a new topic, "Green River Murder Case, Clown Serial Murder Case... Don't you feel scared seeing these?"

"It's okay, but sometimes I'm a little suspicious," Wen Mingyuan turned the pen in his hand, "I just want to see the connection between their behavior and experience. Are you worried that I will get too involved in the drama?"

"It's good that you know," Mo Beicheng leaned on his shoulder, "because you've been so crazy lately."

"Some time ago, people who wrote songs crazy for making money are not qualified to say me," Wen Mingyuan scratched his nose, "It will be fine after this period of time, let me work hard, I haven't done this for a long time Feeling full."

Mo Beicheng didn't answer, but went downstairs to the piano room to get the erhu that he borrowed from the studio some time ago.

"I'll accompany you," Mo Beicheng put the bow on the piano, "I can't sleep anyway."

Wen Mingyuan looked at the erhu in a daze.

"I don't know. I just learned it. I can only play some simple tunes," Mo Beicheng talked to Wen Mingyuan seriously.

Then Wen Mingyuan heard the tune of "Little Cabbage".

What Mo Beicheng sang was so miserable that Wen Mingyuan almost sang along to the tune: "Little cabbage, the ground is yellow."

"Are you sick?" Wen Mingyuan looked back at Mo Beicheng.

"Do you think it's too miserable? Then I will play something cheerful," Mo Beicheng said while pulling up "Horse Racing", "If you think this is not happy enough, I can play "Good Luck."

"Okay, okay, don't you just want me to sleep?" Wen Mingyuan was convinced by this person, he could think of all sorts of messy tricks, and he played "Good Luck" with the erhu. Did he think it was Chinese New Year? "I admit defeat, I'll sleep, just tonight."

Wen Mingyuan put down his pen, raised his hand, and obediently went to the bathroom to wash up.

"Then go take a shower quickly, and I'll warm your bed," Mo Beicheng happily put the erhu back, then went back to the room and got under the quilt.

Wen Mingyuan just finished blowing his hair after taking a shower. According to his past experience, going to bed immediately after blowing his hair will definitely cause a headache when he wakes up the next day, so he is going to sit on the bed and read the script for a while.

Mo Beicheng was already asleep, and Wen Mingyuan knew that although he was the only one who had been staying up late to read the script these days, Mo Beicheng would always wait for him to sleep together. After a long time, Mo Beicheng's body was not feeling well.

Wen Mingyuan lowered his head and stroked the broken hair sticking to Mo Beicheng's face. Mo Beicheng was very cute when he was asleep.

This person will always try every means to make himself happy, as if as long as he likes, he can dedicate the whole world to himself.

"Mo Beicheng..."

How do you want me to love you?

Even if I give you everything I have, I still don't think it's enough.

When I finish "Dead City", I will propose to you, okay?

I have nothing left to give you but a rigid ceremony, a ring with a diamond in it, and the vow 'till death part you and me.

No, not right.

Not even death can separate you and me.

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