Chapter 97: Before the Grave

The screen changes several times, and the narration starts again.

"Mengjie has become a netizen, and in the days of fighting against the disease, it seems that only the Internet can accompany her in the bitter joy." In the courtyard, the young man fell into a memory: "I am Song Xiaoke, and I met Mengjie by chance. ”

"That year, I dropped out of school as a freshman and spent my days in chaos, and accidentally met Mengjie on a forum on KK Music Online."

Lens transitions.

In the short film, Song Xiaoke, who had just dropped out of school, walked down the street in frustration, looking around blankly. Then, I entered an Internet cafΓ©, opened the KK music network, and casually took a screen name "Falling Snow Flying Flower", and entered a discussion post of a song.

It just so happened that Mengjie was inside, and his screen name immediately caught her attention.

Mengjie felt that "Falling Snow Flying Flowers" was so beautiful, and exclaimed: "Your name is so poetic!" Light and free, the meaning is superb! ”

Song Xiaoke was a little stunned, so he asked, "Why?" Where is the poetic expression? Where's the lightness? What does it mean? ”

Meng Jie said: "The Song people have the saying that 'snow is like plum blossoms, plum blossoms are like snow, and it seems to be strange whether it seems to be or not'. From the point of view of the poems, the snow and the flowers are falling, the words are clear, the sound is clear, the frustration is strong, it can shake people's hearts, and it is good! Judging from the meaning of the word, this name makes people reverie and good! ”

Song Xiaoke's face was full of surprise, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

In the Internet era, he naturally understands that there are many "masters" on the Internet, but there has never been a person like Mengjie who analyzes his pseudonym at his fingertips.

Song Xiaoke wanted to admire, but found that he was short of words, and he didn't know how to reply for a while.

Mengjie "spoke" again: "I like this kind of emotion very muchβ€”it's such a poignant situation. Flying snowflakes are held in their hands, and when they want to take a closer look, they will turn into a drop of bright water. It makes people's hearts palpitate and make people's hearts hurt. ”

Song Xiaoke was immediately full of interest, and the frustration of dropping out of school seemed to disappear.

Since then, he has become friends with Mengjie who talk about everything.

Once, in the chat, Meng Jie said that he liked lilacs the most, but Song Xiaoke was speechless, he didn't know what lilacs were.

It was a small purple flower, very beautiful, symbolizing love.

Song Xiaoke replied: "Why don't you give yourself a screen name, just call it Lilac?" ”

Meng Jie thought about it, and suddenly realized that he liked the name very much.

Since then, Mengjie has become a lilac.

As time passed, Song Xiaoke and this girl named Lilac became good friends who talked about everything, but he didn't expect that Lilac was a terminally ill patient, a dying life listening to the countdown of his life.

He still jokes with Lilac, giggling and laughing, making Lilac laugh out loud.

In fact, her smile was forced, and when the pain was unbearable, cold sweat flowed down her pale face, but there was still a trace of a difficult smile.

In fact, Lilac fainted in front of the computer many times and coughed up blood on the keyboard many times.

Sometimes voice chatting, obviously talking, Lilac suddenly coughed, and then disappeared inexplicably.

Song Xiaoke had a lot of questions, but Lilac kept talking about it.

Again, Song Xiaoke asked Lilac's actual age with a smile.

"You can think I'm as old as you want." Lilac asked.

"An old woman, probably ...... 80 years old. Song Xiaoke teased.

This sentence silenced Lilac and did not answer for a long time.

The camera jumped, and the lilac in the picture was already in tears when sitting in front of the computer.

She really wanted to live to be 80 years old, even if she lived half of it, but fate wouldn't give her such a long time.

Doctors asserted that she would not live to be 20 years old.

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Seeing this, Zhang Heng was already a little stunned, I remember it well, Song Xiaoke, Bai Ye, and Wang Weiran were his roommates in the same dormitory when he was in college, and at the same time, the filming of "Flowers on the Tree" was also a bad product made by the four of them together.

The information of Song Xiaoke and the three flashed in his mind, and Zhang Heng asked, "Song ...... Xiaoke? ”

"That's him."

"Where is he?"

Zhao Siming took out a copy of the text from his handbag, handed it to Zhang Heng, and said with a smile: "I knew you had to ask, this is his information and contact information." β€œ

Zhang Heng clicked on the short film to pause, then picked up the information and hurriedly watched it.

After a while, Zhang Heng was silent, he rubbed his brows, and asked, "This is the information you said, except for the name, male and female lovers, there is no other useful information?" ”

Zhao Siming said embarrassedly: "That...... When I was at work, I happened to review this short film and wanted to sign a contract with the other party, and I only knew about it after reading his registration information! Specifically, I won't know until Song Xiaoke replies to me. ”

As the editor who focuses on Zhang Heng, Zhao Siming is deeply impressed by the four directors of "Flowers on the Tree", in addition to Zhang Heng, the other three directors, but if there is a little wind and grass, he can't escape Zhao Siming's sharp eyes.

"Signing?" Zhang Heng looked at the short film that was paused, and suddenly said: "Don't be busy signing first, arrange for me to meet with Xiao Xiang first, in addition, this short film will be blocked first, I have a song that can be used as the theme song for this short film, I believe it can bring a higher click rate to this short film." ”

Zhao Siming was dumbfounded, the theme song?

Subsequently, Zhao Siming reacted and slapped his thighs continuously, excited.

"Okay, I'll arrange it!"

Zhao Siming felt that the second spring of his life was coming, put his handbag on the desk, did not disturb Zhang Heng to watch the film, walked straight to the computer on the other desk, and then sat there, crackling and began to operate.

Zhang Heng's mind flashed various scenes from his time when he was studying at Yanhai Film and Television Academy, sighed, and then returned his gaze to the notebook, clicked play, and continued to watch.

The background of Song Xiaoke's short film is strikingly similar to a song in his previous life, and after watching the first half, Zhang Heng felt that fate was really magical.

The song "Lilacs" became popular on the Internet in the previous life, spread all over the country, and was sung by countless people, second only to flowing water songs like "Mice Love Rice", which is destined to have a viral popularity.

Zhang Heng is not worried about the fit of the song and the short film.

As the short film continued to play, the melody of "Lilacs" suddenly echoed in Zhang Heng's mind.

"What a delicate flower, a sentimental man......"

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After the initial contact, Song Xiaoke and Mengdie established a friendship on the Internet.

In the later contact, Song Xiaoke obviously felt that this girl was not ordinary.

Often on the phone, she will suddenly stop talking.

Song Xiaoke waited for a long time, KK messages were sent countless times, and countless text messages were also sent on the KK music website, but there was still no response.

However, her KK number and other social software have never been offline, and they are still brightly placed there.

Song Xiaoke was puzzled.

After that, Lilac did not appear on the Internet for a long time, and she disappeared inexplicably like a gust of wind.

During this period, Song Xiaoke's life has gradually improved. Since the failure of making a movie with his classmates in 99, Song Xiaoke has resolutely come to the cinema to become a professional "lying corpse man" after doing countless chores in order to make a living.

Then, because of his professional knowledge and good social relationships, in the following days, Song Xiaoke successively served as a scene reporter, drama manager, lighting engineer and other behind-the-scenes positions in the crew, and his life gradually improved.

A year later, Song Xiaoke accidentally got the guidance of the well-known young director Hu Yingjie, and tried to serve as an assistant director in the new drama "Legend of the Killer".

"The grave is full of flowers, how beautiful you desire"

On April 27, 2001, Ding Xiang suddenly sent a greeting to Song Xiaoke on the Internet, and asked him where he was embarrassed.

Song Xiaoke was filming at the time, and the time was a little tight, "In Suzhou and Hangzhou." ”

"I want to meet you."

Song Xiaoke was surprised and asked where she was.

"I'm also in Suzhou and Hangzhou...... In the Affiliated Hospital of Suzhou and Hangzhou University. ”

Also in Suzhou and Hangzhou? What a coincidence!

Song Xiaoke was even more surprised, but then, when he heard the word hospital, a sense of foreboding came to his heart.

He hurriedly asked, "Are you sick?" ”

"You'll find out when you come."

Afterwards, Song Xiaoke learned that Ding Xiang came to Suzhou and Hangzhou specifically to find him.

Originally, Lilac's final treatment location was in Yanjing, but knowing that Song Xiaoke was filming in Suzhou and Hangzhou, she stubbornly refused her family's request to rush to Yanjing for treatment, and just wanted to see Song Xiaoke in person at the end of her life.

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The picture suddenly dimmed at this time, as if something was disappearing, and the mournful music also sounded at this time.

On the day of the meeting, in the ward full of the smell of disinfectant water, there was no hug, no affectionate greeting, and no shyness when they first met, they shook hands like old friends who had been reunited for a long time.

Lilac was lying on the hospital bed, with a faint smile on her pale face, her eyes were beautiful, and her gaze was clear.