He left for about a short minute, and when he turned back, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he said with an innocent and helpless expression: "The women are over." ”

The man spoke, revealing a cruel smile, and his gloomy eyes full of evil spirit glanced mercilessly at Wen Yan's bloodless face, which was too cold and even a little frightened.

After he finished speaking, he went out, accompanied by the sound of the door slamming shut, Wen Yan felt a sharp pain suddenly welling up in his eyes, and the soft sound, as if it sounded the □□ of fate very clearly, cruelly told them that it was over, and his employer had made a decision to make them die here.

Yan Ran was also a little stunned, she turned her head to look at Wen Yan: "He's going to kill us?" ”

Wen Yan looked at the closed door and did not speak.

Unable to wait for Wen Yan's response, Yan Ran retracted his gaze in resignation, lowered his eyes and muttered, "Are we really going to die here?" She closed her eyes as she spoke, falling into deep despair, and after a while, as if she had figured out something, she reopened her eyes, and raised her gaze a little stubbornly, "Forget it, it's actually nothing, it's just a little unwilling." ”

"I still have a lot of things to do, I have two endorsements to sign next month, and there is a very important movie to be made at the end of the year, and at the L City Film Festival in March next year, I still count on getting a queen with the general's order!" She glanced in Wen Yan's direction, and a rare sense of loss was highlighted in her tone, "Didn't you win a Best Newcomer Award before?" I haven't gotten any. ”

To be honest, Wen Yan was a little incomprehensible, at this moment, when life and death were at stake, what she thought of was not how to escape, not how to save herself, she was still regretting her endorsement, and she was still haunted by the fact that she did not distinguish the winner or loser in the contest with herself, in her heart, what is the most important thing?

She looked at Yan Ran and asked angrily and funny, "Is it that important?" ”

Yan Ranwu came out of his mind for a while, and then smiled calmly: "I also asked myself, is it really that important?" In fact, sometimes I feel tired and annoyed, but when I think of saying goodbye to this industry, there is no announcement, no filming, and no flowers and applause from enthusiastic fans, and I feel that that life is not what I want.

"Since I was a child, I was different from other children, I was ambitious, I knew what I liked and wanted, and when I grew up, I knew more clearly what I could give up in order to get what I wanted."

She didn't look at Wen Yan, but stared straight at the nothingness in front of her, and said to herself.

"When I am an actor, I have to take the most difficult and muddy road, potholes, gossip, but there is nothing to complain about, after all, there is the best stage there, the most shining lights, in fact, I am not for money, nor for any fame and status, I just feel that that is what I want to do most in my life, or this is my dream, sometimes people want to realize their dreams regardless of a qiē, but they don't know why to achieve them."

As she spoke, she suddenly showed her usual arrogant and mocking smile: "It's easy to stick to two words, but the vast majority of people can't do it. ”

Wen Yan listened quietly without interrupting, but he had some new and different views on Yan Yan.

"Is there anything you can't put down?" Yan Ran glanced at Wen Yan and asked lightly.

"Me?" Wen Yan was silent for a moment, and then replied seriously, "It's nothing, it's just that I didn't help Yin Zhan become a gold medal assistant, which is a little regrettable." ”

Yan Ran pursed his lips funny: "Yin Zhan, he doesn't need you to worry about it." She raised her delicate eyebrows, "He is Yin Lu's own brother, do you know this?" ”

Wen Yan was slightly surprised, and her puzzled eyes fixed on Yan Ran, although she did not affirm or deny, but the slightly questioning expression on her face still gave Yan Ran an answer.

"I can't imagine that Yin Lu, such a shrewd and sophisticated person, has such a stupid younger brother." Yan Ran said, suddenly lowered his head, looked at his tightly bound legs with some distraction, and spoke again after a while, his already hoarse voice highlighted the lost feelings, "Wen Yan, to be honest, I really don't want to die with you, it's unlucky enough to know you in this life, and I don't want to be with you anymore on the way to reincarnation."

Wen Yan was silent for a moment: "I don't need you as a companion, I'm used to walking alone." ”

Yan Ran snorted and didn't answer again.

"Oh yes." After a moment of silence, Yan Ran seemed to think of something, turned his head, and looked at Wen Yan with doubts and pity eyes, "A few years ago, I also filmed with Teacher Yan Shujun, you know, it is the Ming Harem, to be honest, Teacher Yan is very good, she is very polite, easy-going, and has taught me a lot, I respect her." We worked together again after the Ming harem, I forgot what the specific scene was, but I remember that it was very hot that day, and the scene was about to be completed, she was very happy to tell me that she was going to celebrate her daughter's birthday after the end, and when she mentioned you, she looked really happy. But there was actually a little accident that day, someone made trouble on the set and said some ugly words, and there were many people around who watched the excitement, but Teacher Yan's expression was particularly unexpected, she was very calm, she didn't explain anything, and she didn't scold like that woman, and then the woman left, so she stayed and continued filming! Unexpectedly, I saw the news that she committed suicide by jumping off the building the next day, and it turned out that she still couldn't get over this hurdle. Life is impermanent, and I really can't believe that she will commit suicide. ”

Yan Ran said a little distractedly, and after a while, Wen Yan beside her had been silent, she felt a little embarrassed, she wanted to say something comforting, but she was really not good at it, so she only said: "I don't mean anything else, I didn't mean to mention your sadness, but I suddenly thought of it." To be honest, until now, I can't believe it's true when I think about what she looked like that day. ”

A strange feeling suddenly flashed in Wen Yan's heart, and the burning words seemed to poke at a nerve that she had broken, making her sober up in an instant. Yan Ran said that she couldn't believe that her mother would really commit suicide, so how could she, who knew her mother so deeply, easily believe it?

Who has ever heard that if you can't figure out something at the bottom of it, should you choose reasonable doubt? And how could she follow the public's eyes and judgments so sloppily and blindly, unable to make even reasonable guesses that her mother might not commit suicide, and even wiped out the opportunity to fight for her last shred of dignity?

So far, they have been locked up for five days, and although there is no shortage of food and water, and they have not been physically abused, the mental torture and torture still make her somewhat trance. However, she never felt as awake as she did now, and never had she had a deeper desire to live.

She had only one belief in her heart, she had to escape. If the other party has already moved to kill, it is useless to fight to the death, and it is useless to delay time, they must find a way to escape.

When Wen Gu walked down the stairs, he saw his father sitting in an armchair drinking tea, his back was a little stiff, and his eyes seemed to be looking out of the door. This cup of tea has probably been brewed for half a day, and the tea has cooled, but he has not moved.

Wen Su naturally took the teacup in his hand and handed it over with a hot one.

"Gu Heng came here just now." The old man took the hot tea and said slowly.

"Really? What to talk about? Wen himself poured a cup of hot tea and sat down on the sofa next to him with a smile.

"Yanyan is missing, he is very anxious, I hope we can help him." The old man paused, and took a long breath, "Gu Heng can't do anything about it, it seems to be very tricky, who is the other party, and what kind of grudge can he have with an ordinary girl?" ”

A sad look appeared on her old and bright face: "Yes, but what can we do?" She paused, leaned over a little, and her eyes were faintly worried, "Dad, just leave these things to the police, you are not well, don't worry too much." ”

The old man didn't speak, and there was an eerie silence in the room for a moment.

"Duan Ran is back, right?" After a long time, the old man spoke again, although it was a question, he said it in an affirmative tone, and then he subconsciously turned his head sideways to look at Wen Gu, looked at the cup she held in his hand and paused slightly, and said, "Have you met him?" ”

Wen took a sip of tea quietly, then wiped his plump and full lips elegantly, and smiled slightly: "Dad, who is Duan Ran, how could I go to see him."

We're serious business, and of course we have to keep our distance from people like him. ”

After listening to the old man's silence, he lowered his face, looked at the tea in the cup that did not move, and after being silent for a long time, he slowly spoke: "I know, Duan Ran is not a person who only relies on money, he has some friendship with you, with his ability, if he wants not to be found, no one can do anything about him." As he spoke, he looked up at Wen Gu with a sincere gaze, "I am your father, I know you better than anyone else, I know what you think in your heart, I have never mentioned my words in front of you, because I am afraid that you will be sad, and it is the same now, I have never been willing to hurt the other by helping one, I hope you two sisters can get along well, so I won't do anything about this, but I hope you will do it, do you understand what I mean?" ”

The old man spoke in a loud voice, but his tone was solemn and resolute. In the impression of reminiscence, her father had not spoken such a long time to her for a long time, and she was a little nostalgic and even a little moved.

She lowered her eyes slightly, didn't speak for a long time, her knobby fingers gently tapped the slightly hot teacup, listening to the sound of the old big clock at home, feeling that something was knocking heavily in her heart, and it was suffocating in a depressing manner.

But she still quickly sorted out her mood, and when she raised her eyes to look at her father again, the corners of her slightly upturned lips were already hung with a meaningful smile: "Dad, the tea is cold, drink tea." ”