"If I really are Sifeng, even if we are really brother and sister, for the sake of him like that, I will not give up, I will still be by his side!"

This was said by the girl who played Sifeng.

The rehearsal that day failed to continue in the end, it was not Zhang Bufan's problem, but the girl, who cried into a tearful person, and there was no way to continue the performance.

On the contrary, Zhang Bufan, after the interruption of rehearsals, slowly recovered himself and drove Zhou Ping's emotions away again.

"Brother Zhang, you really shocked us this time, as far as your acting skills today, to be honest, I have watched a lot of film and television dramas and dramas of "Thunderstorm", and none of them are more like Zhou Ping than you. This is Diao Chengshuo's words, and Zhang Bufan doesn't know if there is any sycophant in it......

In short, after only half an hour of rehearsal, it was forced to end, and Sifeng cried so much that he lost his strength, and finally was carried away by the other two girls.

Zhang Bufan was also a little embarrassed, of course, it was impossible to invite people to his place for supper, so he could only wander back to the small restaurant by himself.

This day was the earliest day Zhang Bufan slept in recent years, not sleepy, but purely wanting to find Zhou Ping in his dream as soon as possible, so that he could get out of here!

In fact, Zhang Bufan was a little apprehensive, after all, he was "put on the body", what if this goods didn't come out?

Luckily, though, the fears didn't happen.

Although he went to bed early, Zhang Bufan still fell asleep quickly.

When he opened his eyes, the figure stood at the head of the bed as it had for a long time before, looking at Zhang Bufan calmly.

"Huh......" Looking at Zhou Ping with his own face, Zhang Bufan let out a sigh of relief, but then became nervous again - this thing won't come over again, right?

He just stared at the other party for several minutes, and saw that the other party didn't make any movement, and then he was really relieved.

"Brother, I ask you, don't mess around, I am me, I don't want to be any other person, I don't want to be controlled by any other person, you ...... Huh?"

Zhang Bufan didn't say anything, lowered his head, and looked at his hands.

Well, it's still the one that is a little rough because of years of tossing and shoveling, and a little slippery because of years of exposure to various oils, but it's still quite slender.

Ah, phew, that's not the point.

The point is that his hands can be moved!

From the first day of this dream, until he was "put on the body" by Zhou Ping last night, Zhang Bufan could only move two parts from beginning to end, one was the eyeballs, and the other was the mouth, he couldn't even nod and shake his head, but now, he actually raised his hand!

At first, I just wanted to point to the opposite person to accentuate the effect of my tone, but I didn't react until I was almost finished.

Then he reacted again, not only could his arm move, but he looked down when he looked at it.

After a pause, Zhang Bufan propped up the bed with his hands and tried to sit up, and then, he succeeded.

The next action was much smoother, he got up from the bed and walked in front of Zhou Ping, at this moment Zhou Ping was like a robot, standing there without any expression.

Zhang Bufan circled around him and said, "Hehe, which one of these whole plays again? Is there any new way to play? However, I can warn you! No matter what new way to play, don't call me to me, I will even beat myself up and tell you! Hey! Hey! Hey!"

hurriedly retreated, because he saw that Zhou Ping's face suddenly moved, or that his originally dull face suddenly had an expression, and at the same time, his hand was raised.

In his hands, with a pistol!

Zhang Bufan retreated several steps in a row, looked at the pistol in Zhou Ping's hand vigilantly, and watched him raise a gun and put it on his temple.

"Hey, don't mess around, don't splash my bed of blood, I can't explain it clearly if it is exposed!" "This thing was tortured a little miserably during the day, and now it is a little incoherent, and when I see a person staring at the head with a gun, the first thing I think about is not to persuade people to put down the gun and not to commit suicide, but to worry about blood splashing on the sheets......

Well, this is not the point, or rather, at this moment, he Zhang Bufan is not the point, the focus is on Zhou Ping.

With the gun on his temple, his face changed to the kind of expression that Zhang Bufan had been tired of seeing in recent times - sadness, grief, and despair......

No!

Zhang Bufan stared at that face and observed it carefully, perhaps because he had observed too much in recent times, so once there was something different from before on his face, he immediately discovered it.

Yes, there was something more on that face than it had before.

Is that...... Extrication!

Not the liberation of checkmate, but ...... A relief from the fulfillment of a wish.

At this time, Zhou Ping suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhang Bufan.

Zhang Bufan looked at him, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, which was a relieved smile with gratitude.

The next moment, I saw that he suddenly lowered his hand, put down the hand, the hand holding the pistol!

He didn't shoot, but in the end, put the gun down!

In this dream, he has been teaching Zhang Bufan how to play him, how to become him, and even in order to let Zhang Bufan have a better experience, he fell into Zhang Bufan's body.

But in reality, isn't this fulfilling himself?

When Zhang Bufan participated in the rehearsal of that scene, although that Sifeng was not his real Sifeng, and that home was not a real home, it still made him return to the past.

The most important thing is the last sentence that Sifeng said - even if we are really brother and sister, for the sake of him like that, I will not give up, I will still be by his side!

He finally knew that in this world, there are people who really love him wholeheartedly and exist for him.

He finally understood that if at that moment, he was not too selfish, not completely immersed in his grief, but even if he held her and didn't let her rush into that terrible thunderstorm, perhaps, everything would be different!

Therefore, when Zhang Bufan experienced his feelings and learned acting skills, he also experienced and comprehended, so this time, the real him did not pull the trigger, but finally put down the gun, the gun that killed him, and even killed his heart!

The pistol fell from the hand and dissipated into the air.

He looked at Zhang Bufan, smiled, nodded slightly, and then, like the pistol, it dissipated little by little......

The next moment, Zhang Bufan opened his eyes.

He was still lying on the bed, the sun shining gently on the ground through the curtains.

He looked at the head of the bed, and there was no one there.

He smiled suddenly, relieved and grateful.

He knew that Zhou Ping was completely gone.

This dream, which had lasted for a long time, woke up.