MTL - I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before-Chapter 30 Abandon

Ning Ning usually gets up very early, but today she found that someone got up earlier than her.

More than one person.

"What are you doing?" She asked curiously as she watched the crowd gathered in the yard.

The group turned to look at her, without saying a word, with strange eyes.

Ningning stared at them for a while, slowly turning their heads, and found that they were not watching her, but watching the rain behind her.

Wen Yu ran over, holding Ning Ning's arms in both hands, then looking down and looking forward, looking through the rows of men's legs, women's legs, and seeing the social flowers lying behind their legs, her face covered with a piece K? It turned out not to be a red cloth, but blood.

The doctor came, the police came, the reporter came, and after the noisy day passed, the director leaned on the table and said, "The film is about to start shooting, how could this happen!"

The communication flower died, and even the theater was sealed up. The crew who lived there was forced to move out. When can I go back again and when can I restart the filming? It is an unknown number.

Chen Guanchao's face was also very ugly. He leaned against the wall, lowered his head and smoked for a while, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes were cold: "Not all bad things."

The director froze and looked at him: "What?"

"Relate this to" Phantom of the Opera. "Chen Guanchao said lightly." In the "Phantom of the Opera", the original lead female singer was almost killed, leading to the appearance of the phantom ... This is not very much related to our current situation. looks like?"

The director stared at him with a strange look, long before he said, "... but it's your girlfriend, she's in trouble, aren't you sad at all?"

"Of course I'm sad." Chen Guanchao said in his mouth, but his expression was very calm. "But the most important thing now is" Phantom of the Cinema ", it's my movie!"

Therefore, during the blockade of the theater, the popularity of "The Phantom of the Theater" continued to increase, and the newspapers were full of news. Not only did the crew re-recruit the supporting actress, it also published news about the theater's bizarre murders. Lace tabloids dare to write anything, dare to edit anything.

These messages pushed Ning Ning, who played the phantom, to the cusp.

Especially the news of her disagreement with the dead was dug up.

"A film about a murderer? It's really interesting. Let's go and see it after it's taken." Many people say that, many people think so. This idea is good for the movie, but what good is Ning Ning How about it?

Many people are also true, many things are not true at first, and more people say it will become true. Is she going to live a life in the name of a murderer after making this movie?

"Why do you want to do this?" Ning Ning blocked the creator of the figurine by the wall, and threw the newspaper in his hand fiercely.

Chen Guanchao's face was reddened by her, but instead of being angry, he turned his head and smiled at her.

"You changed." He said with a smile, "It was changed by the little boy named Wen Yu, and he became spiritually innocent, and as a whole, he didn't look like a phantom at all!"

Ning Ning froze, and suddenly came to understand, looked at him a little magically: "You ... I hope I hate you?"

"Of course." She thought she thought too much, but he actually took it seriously and said, "I don't only want you to hate me, I also want you to hate Mu Rong, hate the director, hate everyone here ... just like you That was before. After all, that's what Phantom really should be, isn't it? "

"... just for this?" Ning Ning simply felt that this man was unreasonable. "Just for me to go back to sleep in the coffin, eat cold rice, take a cold shower, you just do this?"

Chen Guanchao suddenly reached out and touched her face, her eyes were so gentle, even with a trace of fanaticism, but this tenderness and fanaticism was not dedicated to her, but to another person in her body.

"I know you care about the director's words. You don't want to be a special actor, you can only play one kind of person in your life." He said softly, like soothing a wayward lover, "But many people play a lifetime. , Played many kinds of people, but in the end there is not even a role that can be remembered. But you are different, you can let people remember you ... Use your hate, use your phantom! "

Ning Ning pushed him away with both hands, and they both took two steps back.

"I don't have to do this play," Ningning said. "If you go too far, it's a big deal."

When she decided to stay in this movie, take care of Wen Yu until he grew up safely, her options became many, she can go to other crews to try her luck, and even find a serious job, 9 nights a day Fifth, use your free time to train yourself, play everyone around you, and experience the "first love" of everyone.

"... Do you need money to raise a child?" Chen Guanchao shouted toward her back.

Ning Ning was about to push the door.

"And even if you leave now, the rumors outside will not stop." Chen Guanchao said to her, "Why not stay? Stay and shoot this movie, I will give you enough money to support your children. of."

Ning Ning slowly turned his back, he laughed behind her, one to make a movie in his mind, one to shape his character, and willingly sold his soul to the devil, and even turned himself into the devil's smile.

"Don't waste your energy doing what you're not good at, acting like you're not good at." Chen Guanchao stretched out a hand towards her, his voice turned back and forth, as confusing as his ancestors, "Take your hate Contribute to my phantom, to my movie. "

Ningning looked at him with a complex look for a long time, but did not immediately agree or refuse, but left the sentence: "Let me think about it." He closed the door and left.

Chen Guanchao in the room snorted, lowered his cigarette, and raised his head, there was an extra person in front of his eyes.

Chen Guanchao was frightened by him, and wow, the smoke in his mouth dropped: "Frighten me, why are you here?"

Wen Yu stood in front of him, and looked down at him from the bottom up. Bai Nen held a piece of paper in his right hand. The paper was folded in half, and there seemed to be a painting inside.

Chen Guanchao glanced at his hand: "Do you have anything to show me?"

He reached out to pick it up, but heard that the rain hid the painting behind him, and a small frown frowned, and heaven and man were fighting, hesitant. Finally, he shook his head slightly, and then quickly turned and ran out.

"Strange child." Chen Guanchao muttered behind his back, and walked over to close the door to death.

Because the theater was still closed, they temporarily lived in a nearby hotel. In addition to the crew members, many tenants came and went. Wen Yu ran into a person's arms around the corner, and he looked up at the other person. His face was about to run away immediately, but was held down by the other person while holding his shoulder.

"Smell the rain." Slim looked at the painting in his hand, raised his eyes upward, and looked at the direction where Chen Guanchao lived. "Did you show him the painting?"

Wen Yu shook her head slightly.

"Did you show Wen Xiaoning?" Slim asked again.

Wen Yu still shook her head.

Slim smiled: "Would you like me to show her?"

Wen Yu stiffened, then shook her head slowly and firmly.

"Good boy." The thin man touched his head, then took the picture out of his hand, shoved it into his pocket, and firmly took his hand and said, "Come, follow me."

"Stop!" A woman's voice sounded behind them. Ning Ning ran all the way, and sniffed the rain into her arms. "I have been looking for you for a long time. What are you doing here?"

Ning Ning looked at the thin man with the eyes of a trafficker, and the thin man looked at her with the eyes of a fool, and then bowed his head to Wen Yu and said, "Choose it yourself, follow her or follow me."

In Ningning's surprised eyes, Wen Yu broke away from her arms and ran towards the thin man.

"Smell the rain." Ning Ning grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"

Wen Yu turned her head and looked at her with a very poor look, her little fingers curled up, holding her sleeves like the paw of a small animal, holding her tightly for a while, and throwing them away.

He lowered his head and took two steps towards the thin man, groping his hands up and down, and suddenly there was a cry behind him: "Here."

Wen Yu turned his head, and slowly took the paper and pen handed down by the thin man, and rustled a sentence on it to show Ning Ning, the sentence was: "You are too poor, I don't want you."

Ning Ning stunned, squatted down in front of him, stared at him, and said seriously, "I will work hard to make money."

Wen Yu wrote again, "You have no house to live in."

"It's better if you sleep in my arms." Ning Ning opened her arms and hugged, "I'm your bed, your quilt."

Wen Yu's hand was shaking so badly that the words written were more and more scribbled: "You have a bad temper! I hate you!"

"I'll change." Ning Ning smiled softly at him, "I will become a very good person for you, I will become a person you like."

Wen Yuchen looked at her for a while, then suddenly dropped the pen and paper, and pushed towards her with both hands. He kept pushing, pushing, like pushing her away from his world, away from the place where he is standing now .

Ning Ning didn't pay any attention. He staggered, and sat down on the ground. But when he heard the rain, he turned and ran towards the thin man. He finally took a look at Ning Ning, and then took the thin man's hand and walked toward the door.

"Smell the rain! Smell the rain!" Ning Ning called him a few words behind his back, he didn't stop, Ning Ning stayed a moment, followed behind them, took a few steps, was caught by Chen Chenzi, lowered his voice to her "Isn't this just right? Let that little monster go, everyone is afraid of him."

Ning Ning shook off his arm and continued to walk forward. Without taking a few steps, his arm was pulled again. Looking back, she asked queerly: "Ning Yuren, there is nothing else for us, but the three of us are You do n’t know who he is in a room. ”

Ning Yuren was silent for a while and looked up to her and said, "Just because the three of us are living in the same room, I advise you ... let him go."

Ning Ning froze, "What do you mean?"

"That night ... the night before Mu Rong's accident, I saw him go out." Ning Yuren whispered to her, "He must not have gone to the bathroom, because it has been too long. I did not tell anyone I am afraid to cause trouble for you two, but ... Chen Chen is right, let him go. Everyone is afraid of him, and I am afraid of him. "

Having said that, she stared at Ningning suddenly: "You? Are you not afraid of him at all?"

"Why am I afraid of him?" Ningning smiled bitterly. "When I see him, I think of myself."

The pain entangled by gossip, the pain of being crowded out, the pain of suffering, the pain of self-denial, the pain that almost turns into a real monster ... she knows it.

So she broke open the hand of Ning Yuren again and walked towards the two people in the beginning. She kept calling Wen Yu's name at first, but then she simply stopped screaming, so she followed behind them quietly, like a little host Abandoned, but unwilling to leave his old dog.

It's already winter outside the door, and snow has fallen, covering the entire street with white. There were very few people walking on the street, and gradually only thin people were left. Wen Yu and Ning Ning, the three of them stepped on the snow, making a crunching sound.

A cold wind blew through, and Ningning suddenly coughed while covering her mouth.

The smell of rain in front paused for a while, and then went on.

"I don't believe their words." Ningning shouted behind him, "You are not a monster."

Wen Yu's pace eased slightly.

"So don't worry, don't be sad." Ning Ning continued, "No matter what the world looks like, at least I will stand by your side."

After slowing down, suddenly began to speed up, trying to leave her far behind, and her voice far behind.

"Wen Yu! Xiao Wen Yu! Wen Yu Baby!" Every time he changed his name, Ning Ning's voice was even humbler, and he even pleaded with a hint, "Go home with me!"

Wen Yu's back looks indifferent, but if you go around his front, you will find that he has been crying immature.

Ning Ning also cried. When she cried, a piece of paper fell from her relative's pocket and was blown around by the wind, slap on her face like a loud slap.

Playing well. She thought, this world is so old, when she thought she could finally get something, give her a loud slap.

She stood crying in the snow for a while, then turned around, staggered towards the hotel. She had no napkin on her body and just wiped her tears and snot with the paper in her hand. One side was not enough, so she opened the paper and tried to change the inside. , The result was a snoring, staring at the picture motionless.

At this time, two people came across, one was Chen Guanchao and the other was Ning Yuren.

"Are you okay!" Chen Guanchao ran quickly, like finding the owner who had lost his belongings, looked up and down Ningning a few times, and determined that she was okay, then he sighed, "It's okay, it was just too dangerous. "

"What's wrong?" Ning Ning looked at him doubtfully.

"The police have found a witness," said Ning Yuren. "On the night of the accident, a man sneaked out of the theater and now suspects that he was the murderer."

"The portrait also came out, but there was only the back, asking if we had seen this person before." Chen Guanchao passed a piece of paper and said, "Look who he is."

Ning Ning took the paper from his hand and it was painted under the night, a tall and thin shadow crawled down from the theater wall.

With only a glance, she quickly opened another piece of paper in her hand, stained with tears and snot. It was a painting by Wen Yu. The content was a fat man in a chef's uniform, with his upper body in the pot and his lower body standing on the ground Behind him stood a tall, thin figure, his hands still pushing.

When two paintings were put together, and two extremely similar backs were put together, Ningning suddenly understood a lot.

She understood why the Chinese teacher asked her to see the painting.

She understood why the language teacher who had seen the painting died.

She understood why the thin man was so obsessed with wanting to take away the rain from her hands.

She understood why Wen Yu desperately pushed her away.

The poster in front of the cinema came to her eyes.

On the poster is a dark swamp. Wenyu stood in the middle of the swamp. There were many people nearby, but they all watched him sink. He didn't ask anyone for help, so he let himself sink in silence. .

Abandoned child-at the last moment, he could have asked for help, but eventually gave up, just to let another person live.

"Smell the rain!" Ning Ning turned her head suddenly, faced with snow and tears, and ran in the direction where the two left.