All the cubs I raise have become giants [Entertainment]

Chapter 56 Meow Meow Meow Meow

In mid-September, the set of "Frost".

This is a ruin, abandoned wooden tables and stools are scattered all over the place, outside the tall small window panes, the sky is also gray and congealed together, behind the door there are blood stains that have turned dark brown, and weeds and vines are overgrown.

Outside the window is the continuous sound of gunfire.

But many people know that this is the last darkness before dawn.

The day after tomorrow, or even tomorrow morning, the telegram of the enemy's surrender will be sent to every corner of Huaguo, and the misery and disaster that has tortured this land for nearly ten years will come to an end, and all traces of grievances and blood will be washed away. , the sun will rise, and songs about heroes will spread through every inch of soil.

Everyone was waiting, lying in the corner anxiously, huddled in the shadows in fear, listening to the last artillery fire.

A teenager—or young man, he was wearing a military uniform, holding a wine bottle in his right hand, he touched the people around him lightly, and drank it in one gulp.

He is tall and thin, double-breasted, and his trousers are gathered into the boots to outline his long straight legs.The clothes suit him well, making him look handsome and upright.His military uniform is very neat, with meticulous buttons and shiny epaulettes, giving him a solemn temperament that is incompatible with the messy background.

But if you look carefully, you can find that there is a scar on his cheek from the right ear to the corner of his lips, and there are bandages on his shoulder and abdomen. The bandages are not very good and are bleeding.

It's already the end of the game.

The young man sat down, took off his hat and stroked his hair, his light amber eyes looked clean and peaceful.He casually said:

"After a while, Xiao Dong will be able to continue singing. I still have a cabinet of discs at home. If he wants it, he can just go and get it."

"I picked up a boy a few years ago, and I still have some money at home, so I can send him to a private school."

"and also--"

He and the people around him looked at each other for a while.

The man next to him had a military uniform coat loosely draped over his shoulders. He was also disheveled and bruised.It was a handsome man.This person is called Mo Shuangshuang. He used to be a bum who smoked and played cards. It's funny to say that the two met when they were fighting in the streets.

At that time, I probably didn't expect this scene to happen.

Outside the window is the sound of roaring gunfire, getting closer and closer, and time is running out.

"and also……"

The young man pursed his lips slightly, clutching a jade pendant in his palm, but he still dared not stretch out his hand.

The man next to him didn't let out a 'tsk' until then.

"Want to bring something for your lover?" The man squinted at him, his voice hoarse and lazy, "Get it yourself, I don't have time."

"Not a lover." The young man immediately denied it shyly.

He lowered his eyes and stroked his forehead embarrassedly.Suddenly he took a deep breath and coughed violently. His whole face was white and he coughed up some blood.

Both looked at the blood on the ground.

Mo Shuangshuang was silent for a while, took the jade pendant from his hand, threw it casually in his palm, and smiled lazily:

"Okay, you owe me."

"He is my... best friend." The young man smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Don't say I'm dead after I go out, just say that I'm on a secret mission, finishing work, and I won't be able to come out for a long time." He hesitated for a moment and then said.

The man didn't speak, and smiled casually after a while, and said 'hmm'.

"cheers."

The two touched the wine bottle again, and each drank the last of the wine.

The sound of cannon fire approached.

The man stood up, patted the dust behind him, and hugged the young man.

"Safe journey."

"You too."

This is farewell.The man was tall, and his walking posture was also careless, with blood dripping down his ankles. He held a gun and an empty wine bottle in one hand, and waved to the young man without looking back.

There is no sticky or deliberate tragic farewell, both of them appear free and easy, as if standing in front of them is not life and death, but just an ordinary banquet or gambling.

There is still a tough battle ahead, and there is a narrow escape.

The man walked away from the door, and behind him, the young man stood still in the ruins, facing the direction where the man left and the direction where the light was projected from afar, he stood upright and gave a solemn military salute.

It was almost dawn, and the faint light of Xi was condensed in his eyes, and a little bit of mist turned into deeper emotions.

Under the gray sky, the young man's appearance is inconceivably handsome, his eyes reflect the firelight in the endless night, reflect the magnificent mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, and reflect the coming dawn——

The fire of faith is burning continuously, so that even if he is full of scars, even if he is in mud and dust, he still has a noble character that will not fall into the dust.

Whether it is going astray, ending, or dying.

Behind him, the narrow door was suddenly knocked violently, and was kicked open after a while!

The young man didn't move.He didn't even look back, but stroked his forehead peacefully, put on his military cap, and straightened himself up.

Behind him, countless guns were aimed at him.

"Where is the thing?" It was a short and thick man with a fleshy face, staring at him closely, "If you don't want to die, take it out, I don't have time to waste with you."

The young man's eyes were gentle, and he raised the things in his hands: "Is this?"

Surprise flashed in the man's eyes for a moment: "Forget you are sensible, hurry up—"

In the next second, his complexion turned a little blue.

The young man lit the match, and the flame engulfed the small piece of paper bit by bit. When the late summer wind blew, the ashes flew all over the sky, like a silent and wanton mockery.

"I am Lin Shuheng all my life." The touch of the spicy wine flowing down his throat is still there, and his voice has been hoarse due to the long-term running around, but it is still clear and peaceful, without any fear of being shrouded in the shadow of death.

He said aloud:

"Die not for anyone but for what you believe in."

Speaking of this, he paused, and lowered his eyes after a while.

All the gunfire and noise went away quickly.He looked at the panes with light shining through, and it seemed that he had passed through several years in an instant, and returned to the blue sky.The sun is shining brightly, white pigeons are flying high, and the sound of water and oars in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River can be heard leisurely.

The man held a rose in his palm and offered it to him, smiling at him.

Countless pictures flowed like a revolving lantern.

——Die not for anyone, but only for faith.

And...that person is his belief.

In the ruins, under the early morning light, the young man was holding a pistol in his hand, with his index finger resting on the bolt.There was only one bullet left in the gun, and it was for himself.

At the last moment of his life, all the lost and never owned things returned one by one, and he vaguely felt that he had owned him.They kissed in the shadow of the river lights, bought sugar figurines at the Lantern Festival, stayed together from childhood to old age, and raised a little boy.

At the last moment of his life, he was finally willing to reconcile with himself, to compromise, and to admit.

—he loves him.

The young man closed his eyes, with a smile on his lips, and pulled the trigger.

"Card!"

After Lin Shengyun shouted, he let out a long breath: "Feng Lang stays and prepares for the next show, Fang Huai...Fang Huai can rest now, go back and think about how to perform tomorrow."

His eyes were still fixed on the playback in the camera, and he became more and more satisfied the more he watched.

He was sure that "Frost" would win the award. Of course, he couldn't say that. If he said it, he would be suspected of arrogance, but—Fang Huai's performance was really good.

It's not inferior to the Cannes actor.

Of course, there is still a reason why Feng Lang deliberately kept him and let him in. This scene is the last scene of Lin Shuheng's role. Even if Mo Shuangshuang is the leading actor, it is not appropriate to steal the scene again.But it is undeniable that Fang Huai does have aura.

The filming of the last scene of Lin Shuheng's role is over, and Fang Huai is about to wrap up.

He only had one last show left, and it was a one-man show.Lin Shengyun didn't tell anyone the reason why this match was pushed to the end.

Assistant Li Yunyun brought a towel to Fang Huai. He still had special makeup and artificial plasma on his body. After wiping off his sweat with the towel, he took a sip of water.Fang Huai is very serious, even if there is only the last scene left, he will not slacken at all. After the filming, his eyes are still fixed on the script, watching the content of the next scene.

Until Lin Shengyun beckoned to him:

"Fang Huai, come here."

Fang Huai immediately stood up and walked this way: "Director Lin, what's wrong?"

"The day after tomorrow is your finale. There are no lines in the script, right?" Lin Shengyun coughed and said casually, "I borrowed something and it just arrived today. Take it back and have a look, and tell me tomorrow. How should I act."

Indeed, in the script that Fang Huai received, the content of the next scene was only a few sentences, and the specific lines and actions were all blank.

"Something?" Fang Huai was taken aback.

"that is……"

Lin Shuheng's notebook.

Lin Shuheng's notebook was found by his elder brother's son, and it is still kept in the Lin family.Lin Shengyun had this idea from the very beginning, but the Lin family was still hesitant - on the one hand, of course they wanted "Frost" to present the most authentic side of Lin Shuheng, but on the other hand, they were worried that the content in the notes would be leaked, Detrimental to the image.

It was not until last week that Lin Shengyun successfully negotiated. Today, he asked someone to pick up the notebook, and it should arrive in the afternoon.

For Fang Huai, this was indeed a pleasant surprise.

He almost desperately wants to know the truth. Lin Shuheng's roles in "Frost" are not many, and most of them can also be searched on the Internet. Although Fang Huai played him, he still doesn't know anything about what happened in the past.

Besides, during this period of time, there was another problem bothering him.

Ye Yuyuan is special.

...how special?

This is the question Ye Yuyuan asked him, and Fang Huai still hasn't figured out how special it is.But he himself has a somewhat stubborn character, he can be vague about small things, and he has an inexplicable energy on this kind of issue. The more he can't figure it out, the more he wants to know.

Lunch is eaten at the residence.

They are no longer in the city at the beginning. This is an independent filming location on the outskirts of a border city. Of course, the accommodation conditions are not very good.Moreover, the weather has been bad recently, and the sky was still clear after dinner, but suddenly it began to rain.

The weather forecast began to broadcast rainstorm and typhoon warnings, and the entire crew was in a bad mood—this meant that the shooting progress was about to be delayed again.

Fang Huai suddenly frowned as he looked at the heavy rain and strong wind outside the window.

There was a very bad premonition, I don't know the reason, but it made him a little irritable for no reason.

Until the afternoon, the premonition was tested.

Holding the car keys in one hand and the plastic bag in the other, Shi Feiran knocked on Fang Huai's door.When he came in, he was on the phone: "Hey, um, it's me, let's go now—Fang Huai, prepare yourself, let's go get Mr. Lin's notebook." The latter sentence was said by Fang Huai.

But the other side of the phone didn't speak for a while, and after a while, he stammered:

"about this……"

Shi Feiran was taken aback for a moment, and after a while, his eyes gradually widened.

"What, flooded?!" he asked in disbelief.

The other side explained that it happened very suddenly.This small border town is also close to the sea, and because of the importance of the notebook, the Lin family sent someone to deliver it in person—and it never occurred to me that the error was here.

The notebook was placed in the car, and the person who brought the notebook parked the car in the parking lot. He forgot to bring the notebook due to negligence, and went to the hotel to eat and rest by himself, and planned to go down to meet with the crew.Unexpectedly, a typhoon suddenly blew up, and the hotel was next to the sea, and the seawater flooded back, flooding the parking lot.

According to the predicted route, the typhoon would not pass through this city, but it is said that it was changed halfway due to the influence of some airflow.

The entire city was cut off from power and water, and all fishing boats rushed back to port.The typhoon roared outside the window, and all kinds of things were swept up and blown into the sky, creating chaos.

Even the signal was intermittent, Shi Feiran hung up the phone before he could ask clearly.

Fang Huai was originally sitting, but at this moment he suddenly got up.

That notebook is important!

Not only because he wants to know his childhood and his past, but also because in this short month, because of playing Lin Shuheng, Fang Huai has become more and more familiar with this person, and also admires this person.

In fact, Lin Shuheng also bears a lot of infamy in history, but when Fang Huai looked through the historical materials, he felt that some of the crimes were completely unfounded.

This notebook and those sketches were found not long ago, even last month, and they haven't had time to research and rubbing. If the notebook is lost, many truths may be buried.

Fang Huai frowned, looked at Lin Shengyun, and asked without thinking:

"where is it?"

"Where is what?" Shi Feiran stared at him, "No, what do you want to do?"

The typhoon enveloped the whole city.

Because it was so sudden, before many people had time to react, they subconsciously closed their doors and hid inside—due to the strong wind, the tall buildings even shook slightly.

The person who came to hand over the film crew and the people from the Lin family stood on the first floor of the hotel. The person who delivered the notebook was about to collapse, his face was pale, but by now it was irreparable.

Sea water is still pouring into the garage.

His car was parked further inside, and even though it was not flooded, no one dared to go in to find the notebook.Just kidding, the notebook is indeed very important, but if people go in now, they may not be able to get out. When the time comes, the entire parking lot will be flooded, and people will probably drown in it.

There have indeed been such cases before.

"I don't know if there is anyone in the parking lot," a person said suddenly, "If you are trapped in it, then..."

Everyone froze for a moment, imagined the possibility, and felt a chill in their hearts.

This is the largest hotel in a small city with a lot of traffic. It is not surprising that there are people in the parking lot when the typhoon comes.

But at this juncture, everyone is in danger, and it is impossible to sacrifice themselves to check for others.

Everyone was silent, and suddenly the door was pushed open.

A young man hurried in, the corners of his clothes were soaked by the rain, and he was bold enough to come here on a bicycle.With those light-colored eyes still shining brightly, he pursed his lips and asked:

"The laptop is still in the parking lot?"

"Yes." Everyone pointed to the place and explained to him, "It's impossible to go in now, your own safety is important."

They were worried that Fang Huai would insist on going in, but fortunately he was silent for a moment, and finally calmed down, but his eyes were slightly red.

Indeed, life is the most important thing.

Even if he didn't want those truths to be buried, but...

Fang Huai walked to the French window and looked at the scene of the parking lot through the window. Suddenly, his pupils froze slightly.

He saw a little duck.

It’s the kind of rubber duckling, a child’s bath toy. It slowly floats out of the stagnant water that is already half a person’s height, with a piece of paper stuck to it, which has been wet by water, but you can vaguely see the crooked writing on the paper. With two words:

"Help."

Just after a meeting, the man silently put down the document in his hand and looked out the window.

Outside the window is the endless blue sky, the sun is very bright.

But after a while, he frowned slightly - he checked the weather forecast, and there was a typhoon in the city where "Frost" was filmed, and a red warning had been issued.

He picked up his cell phone and was about to make a call when suddenly it rang.

Ye Yuyuan's brows loosened, and his dark eyes softened.

"Hey."

But as soon as he picked it up, Ye Yuyuan was stunned.

The next second, the corners of his lips tightened, and he stood up suddenly.

"Ye Yuyuan," there was a slight sound of electric current and water coming from the phone, as if there was some echo, "I..."

Fang Huai walked through the dirty water, looked around, and walked deeper into the parking lot.There was only the last bit of battery left in the phone, and his fingers holding the phone tightened slightly—it wasn't that he wasn't afraid.

Nobody is afraid of death.

But at this moment, the questions that had been lingering in my heart for a long time were suddenly answered.

——Ye Yuyuan is special.

How special?

Just ...

If it was the last phone call of his life, he would call him.