The night sky of Qincheng was like a wronged lady hiding her face and sobbing, her crying was very in line with her gentle personality, without a sound, the spring rain fell from her eyes into the boundless night. Then it ticked down in front of the Aegean cinema and also on a man's black umbrella.

Once these tearful raindrops hit the ground, they were not as graceful as their owners. They jumped like joy, as if they were presumptuous for their masters in this world, and released all the suppressed amorous feelings. But they are the embodiment of grief, and their triumph is always temporary, and they will eventually merge into a stream of water, scrambling to settle for themselves in the filthy sewers.

Wherever they passed, a pair of pointed-toe leather shoes hindered their progress in the same stream. When they looked up, they saw a young man with clear eyebrows, standing in the rain with an umbrella, staring at a few camellia trees in front of the theater without squinting. He is like the man who walked out of the rain alley from Dai Wangshu's poem, with a pair of fiery eyes that can see through the hearts of women and recognize their original form.

The young man's name was Xu Fenghua and he was twenty-eight years old at the time. His father, Xu Youyi, was a native of Dongcheng, Beijing, and was a calligrapher who had a reputation in the early 90s in the imperial capital. And his mother Qi Guanhong was a native of Qincheng in the south, the youngest daughter of Qi Jingcheng, a generation of cultural masters who died in the Cultural Revolution. Therefore, Fenghua can be regarded as coming from a scholarly family, which he wants to cover up a little hard, because he relies on a delicate slightly rectangular face rewarded to him by God, the aesthetic matching of facial features, and his ears and eyes are stained with calligraphy and painting music, and then he has cultivated nearly 30 years of romantic qi, and has vividly refined a modern version of "Zhou Gongjin".

Fenghua has lived in Qincheng for ten years, and has become a Qincheng person after living and living. Recently, he heard that the movie "Embattled" premiered today, so he bought two tickets in advance and asked his female companion to watch it together. Seeing that the movie is about to start, his female companion has not yet appeared. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, he looked light and breezy, waiting alone to enjoy the camellia in the rain.

As a cultural person who is good at Yiyin, he is trying to taste a little so-called "one flower, one leaf, one world" Buddha rhyme from this boring night rain and flowers. Coincidentally, just as he stepped on the lotus seat with his front feet, a "Fenghua" came from behind him and instantly dragged him back to the boundless mortal dust of the sea of suffering. He turned around at the sound, and suddenly a woman threw herself into his arms.

Fenghua took half a step back, not half a point to blame her for being late, but said to her female companion in a brown trench coat: "Let's go, the movie shouldn't have started yet." The female companion took his hand and asked him as she walked: "You rarely come to see the premiere of a movie, which means that you have high expectations for the movie "Embattled". What do you think Murong Bai will photograph it like? Saying that, the two walked to the elevator, Fenghua took the lead in pressing the rise button, and he replied: "No matter how good or bad he shoots, I won't make any comments." I say this because you'll understand when you see the end. ”

The movie "Embattled" is adapted from the novel of the same name, and the author is Long Shuiyun, a talented and beautiful female writer in Qincheng. Fenghua has read this book several times, and there are not many writers he admires, and the female writers he admires are like kings drafting, their appearance and talent are indispensable, and Long Shuiyun entered his "harem" in this way. The director of this movie is Murong Bai, a rookie in the film industry, who is known as the "poet director". Murong Bai met Long Shuiyun for the first time at the annual book fair in Qincheng last year, and Long Shuiyun naturally didn't know, because she "has fresh skin and is beautiful." After he only glanced at her, her "Embattled" had already been imaged in Murong Bai's heart in advance.

It is worth mentioning that this Long Shuiyun has completely disappeared since he fell into a plagiarism incident last year and was criticized by overwhelming netizens. Long Shuiyun didn't care at first, thinking that it was just a few melon-eating people on the Internet who were maliciously spreading rumors. When the palette of those troublesome articles smashed into her eyes, she felt that it was tolerable or unbearable, so she single-handedly fought for dignity on the Internet. But she underestimated the ability of the melon-eating masses, they grabbed the pigtails of this beautiful writer in the virtual world, and suddenly they were not stragglers, and they became thousands of troops in an instant. In just a few days, Long Shuiyun on the Internet was flooded by them with spittle.

It can be seen from Long Shuiyun's incident that Xu Fenghua is a "timeless" person. Because when this matter was covered by a male star's marriage scandal, he learned from his slightly sarcastic cousin's words, is the famous Long Shuiyun you admire Jiang Lang exhausted? Fenghua looked puzzled and asked her where she started, and his cousin then said contemptuously, why did she plagiarize other people's works without Jiang Lang's talent in her "Fanchuan"?

Last June, in the summer of 2012, he discovered for the first time that he had been disconnected from the world, as long as a 3G network that could circle the globe countless times. Just a few days ago, when he was busy looking for flowers and willows all over the world, his "goddess" was pointed out by thousands of people on the Internet, and they used the keyboard to ravage him. After reading the articles accusing Long Shuiyun, Fenghua was so angry that he dropped his laptop, which was the first thing he fell in anger in his life.

He sat in the middle of the sixth row of the theater with his female companion, and took advantage of the interval between advertisements on the screen, and took advantage of the leisure to put Long Shuiyun in his heart and cherish it. Just yesterday, he dreamed of this fairy-like woman. Whether he firmly believes in Long Shuiyun's innocence, or he dreams about her at night, he can't talk to anyone. He also carried one thing on his body, if Long Shuiyun's incident was compared to a smoking cigarette butt, then what he was doing now was a raging fire burning on his body.

When the time came, the lights on the roof of the huge theater went out unexpectedly, and the rustling sound from the auditorium disappeared. The six-second classic "bell bell ......" sounded on the big screen, and the "Golden Dragon" logo of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television came out at the right time, and the movie began.

This Aegean cinema is located on Hongmei South Road, Shangshu District, Qincheng City, not to mention the decoration layout of the theater, just from the leather chairs that have fallen off everywhere, it is a cut behind the Prince District in the city center, and it is the most ordinary cinema hall in Qincheng. Since it was closest to his home, he was too lazy to go to the Prince Edward district, so this theater was a place he frequented.

The picture on the screen is a green train driving into the vast southern smoke and rain, the villages in the distance are full of white walls and black tiles, and the green rice in the ridges is immovable in the drizzle. On the side of the train stood a handsome young man, with tears in his eyes, looking very melancholy, he was staring through the window at the side of the tracks, and the slim lotus flowers in the pond of clear water were gradually moving away from him.

Fenghua watched this scene and suddenly closed his eyes. Just looking at the beginning, he already had the feeling of wanting to cry. Two years ago, when he compiled the material of the story "Embattled" into audio recordings and gave them to Long Shuiyun, he never expected that she would really write his family history for more than half a century in that wonderful writing. From his maternal grandfather Qi Jingcheng, who taught at the Southwest Associated University during the Anti-Japanese War, he wrote all the way to himself. As soon as he remembered how Long Shuiyun, who had been hesitant several times to form a sentence by himself, who had waded through many cold winter and hot summer nights alone, wrote this book, his eyes almost couldn't bear the waves of tears several times.

He cleaned up his mood and reopened his eyes, only to find that the clouds in front of him were filled with mist, and the picture on the screen was hazy as if it was separated by a piece of frosted glass. Fenghua rubbed his eyes and looked left and right, even the appearance of his female companion was confused. He turned his head to look behind him, and saw that in the dark rumbling audience behind him, there were men, women, and children, all of whose faces were shadowed, like abstract figures jumping from Picasso's paintings. Fenghua turned his head in horror and looked at the huge screen, and slowly, the lights on the screen dimmed a lot, until his vision was drowned in endless darkness.

Suddenly he was trapped in a world where nothing was left but black, not only terrifyingly dark, but also surprisingly quiet. It was as if he had entered the world of the blind, and when he thought about it, he was not so afraid, but just walked aimlessly.

It didn't take long for a hole to be torn between the dark heaven and earth, Fenghua hurriedly raised his hand to cover the dazzling light, and after his eyes adjusted, he walked over to the faint light. Fenghua saw that under that dreamlike light, there was a woman standing under a tree, and the rolling flowers fell all over her shoulders. Before he could see the woman's face, he was amazed by the beauty of the sight. However, when the woman's beautiful face was reflected in his pupils as if the mist had dispersed, he was so frightened that he hurriedly took a few steps back, and shouted, "Han Fangchen! ”

The woman walked up to him expressionlessly, and as soon as she raised her hand, those flying flowers rolled up and flew towards Fenghua. The petal that had rushed to him first brushed his cheek and gently cut a cut like a knife. Before he could touch the bleeding wound, the ten thousand petals that swept in front of him had already pounced. At this moment, he could finally imagine that "Ling Chi" was probably like this.

Xu Fenghua woke up.

He was awakened from a nightmare.

He turned his face sideways to look at the window that sprinkled the faint moonlight, and then remembered that "Embattled" still had some time to be released, and Han Fangchen had been missing for two months, and it turned out that it was all a dream just now. He propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed, the cool breeze outside blowing the curtains, the light flickering on and off, and the shadows reflected the graceful and handsome face. He lit a cigarette, took a slow puff, and looked at the hazy smoke scattered in front of him, he suddenly smiled, and said secretly in his heart: "That's right, you shouldn't let me go." Maybe that's retribution! ”

He got out of bed barefoot, put on a shirt that was unbuttoned, almost with his breasts exposed, and a scar looming on his heart. Before he walked out of the bedroom, he glanced back at his fiancée on the bed. She turned her back to him, the blanket only covered her waist, and the undulating curves of the mountains were her graceful body. She may have slept soundly, or she may have woken up, but Fenghua did not dare to disturb her, so she gently closed the door.

Walking slowly down the spiral staircase, he took out his bottle and glass in front of the wine cabinet, poured half a glass of red wine, and leaned lazily on the sofa. As he shook it, he stared at the glass worriedly, and then drank it down. Putting down the cup, Fenghua glanced around at the private villa where the explanation was made. The palatial furnishings look to him like a tomb wrapped in elaborate wallpaper. If it weren't for the explanation that he would return to Hong Kong from Qincheng tomorrow and insist on asking him to come over to spend the night with her, he would never want to set foot here for half a step.

Fenghua glanced at the antique floor clock in the corner of the living room, just after the early hours of the morning, February 25, 2013 quietly came. He was still thinking about yesterday, which was the Lantern Festival, and he received a suspicious envelope in his café called "Several Loves". The sender's name was Gu Ren, and the letter was written in his favorite thin gold font, with only one sentence: "December 21, 2012, you should stay on that day." ”

He read the sender's name twice, and found that it was a little trick, and Gu Ren was just a homonym for the old man. And he is good at writing about the thin gold body, and everyone around him knows it. There seemed to be something written on the back of the letter, Fenghua turned to the back of the letter, and saw that the sender actually drew a fish. At that time, when I saw the elegance of this fish, I instantly lost my mind, as if I had been locked tightly in front of someone, and there was no room for struggle. When he recited the word "deceased" again, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

It seems that someone was going to put him to death, and that he was acquainted with this person. Because Han Fangchen disappeared from the night of December 21, 2012, in addition to him, there is another person who knows the details of this matter, and it is the commentary that is sleeping soundly in the bedroom at this time. He thought it was foolproof, but unexpectedly it was revealed, and Fenghua's entire body was instantly filled with a huge sense of fear.

On the table opposite the sofa, there was a pair of wooden antlers, and a silver dagger with a green agate inlaid on the handle. Whether it is the material or the workmanship, it can be called the top quality. Just when Fenghua stared intently at the dagger, a sentence suddenly sounded in his ears: "If you like it, take it if you like it!" ”

Fenghua was surprised, a pair of warm hands hugged his head from behind, and his delicate and smooth face pressed against his face and said, "Fenghua, are you hiding something from me?" ”

He was stunned and said with a smile: "There are only more than twenty days left before our wedding, and I can't sleep happily." ”

Since the lights in the living room were not turned on, the light was relatively dim, and he lied and did not change his color, and he couldn't see it. It's just that the commentary doesn't need to "see through" with her eyes, she can see through him from his trembling voice with her ears. She guessed the general story of the matter just by the uneven breath of his speech.

Commentary dyed her milky white hair, her hair was long to her chin, and she exuded a queen's temperament. She was wearing a red velvet pajamas, leaning on the sofa with her back to him at this time, and said calmly, "You don't have to hide it from me. You just need to remember that Han Fangchen's disappearance has nothing to do with you and me. The world is so big, it's normal for one or two people to get lost while walking. If you keep thinking about her, I'm afraid you and I won't be able to live. She specially bit the words "can't live" to the letter, lest he hear it clearly.

"You're right, it's time for me to forget about her." Fenghua's right hand on his lap clenched into a fist, and then he sighed, "If she hadn't met me, how good it would have been!" ”

In addition to remorse, Fenghua also felt very sorry that Han Fangchen's appearance could be classified as an Internet celebrity, and it was rare that she was genuine from top to bottom. Fenghua has only one side with her, that is, the side of this Pingshui meeting, tying the fate of him and Han Fangchen to a rope with barbs. And the most bizarre thing is to say that his fiancée explained, because the rope was held in her hand. So today's Fenghua has to bow down to her and obey her everywhere.

The interpreter walked to the side of the case and said softly: "Don't be afraid, if you don't want to stay in China, my second brother Yingze has a house in the Netherlands, and we can move there." Don't say it, Fenghua, I'm sleepy. Come, carry me back to bed. ”

Fenghua got up, half a head taller than her, he bent down and lifted her up, and walked straight to the bedroom. He put the narrator on the bed and lay quietly on his side. Fenghua thought about it, and he hesitated to tell her about the anonymous letter.

The interpreter also did not confess to him that the reason why she wanted to go back to Hong Kong so suddenly was actually because a person personally rushed from Hong Kong to Qincheng to ask her to go back. This person is Xie Boling, the eldest half-brother of Xie Yan. In the afternoon of the same day, as soon as Xie Yan arrived at her Tianzheng Investment Qincheng Branch in Jinhai Fortune Building, Prince District, her secretary Xiao Sun greeted her at the door, shouted to Mr. Xie, bowed his head and whispered: "The eldest young master is here, waiting for you in your office." ”

The narrator didn't raise an eyebrow and said, "What is he doing here?" Or, "Really?" My brother is here? With such stupid lines, she handed the bag to Xiao Sun and walked straight to her office. She pushed open the glass door, looked at her eldest brother who was sitting in her place and still had his feet on the desk, and said in a sarcastic tone: "If my father hadn't been paralyzed in a wheelchair, would you still have that long hair?" Why don't you get out of my chair yet! ”

Seeing his sister treat him like this, Bo Ling was not only not angry, but also brushed his long hair that was hot and curled. I have to say that Xie Boling's hair behind him was tied up, and the bangs in front of him were scalded, with the face of a typical gentleman, although he has a strong sense of literature and art, it is indeed very hateful. Beside him stood a woman in a baseball cap, dressed in a tight leather coat, to whom Boling called Linlang. Commentary couldn't help but want to vomit every time she saw her pretending to be cold. Linlang's reaction was very fast, and he walked up to the commentary with leather boots and said, "The eldest young master is specially here to invite you back to Hong Kong!" ”

The commentary was already angry, and now any subordinate dared to speak like this, and in a fit of anger, she suddenly grabbed Linlang with both hands, wanting to throw her to the ground. I saw Linlang retreat, turned around and swept his legs, and was stubbornly blocked back by the commentary. Boling lit a cigar and watched as the two of them tangled together. The Xie family is still martial, starting from her grandfather, who was a senior general of the national army, the children of the Xie family all know how to fight. Commentary is about judo, Linlang is practicing sanda, the former is close competition, and the latter is strong and domineering, which is more practical. It didn't take a moment, and after a few rounds of fighting, the commentary was defeated, and he was pressed by Linlang on the edge of the table, unable to move.

Xie Boling walked up to the panting Xie Yan, waved his hand, and motioned for Linlang to let her go. Boling looked at his embarrassed sister and said, "You will go back to Hong Kong tomorrow." You must know that we really can't afford to offend the Pan family. The old man has invited Dean Pan to Hong Kong in a few days to discuss the wedding between you and Pan Hao in advance. Don't force me to do anything about that person, yes, it's Xu Fenghua, don't force me to do something to that little qing person of yours. It's illegal to take his life, and I'm sure I won't do it. But let him be crippled, as your brother, I can still pat my chest and assure you that you will definitely be satisfied. ”

In the silent room, Fenghua and Xie Yan slept with their backs to each other, both of them with their eyes open, listening to the shrill siren of the car not far away, and kept hovering outside the window. The two of them, each with their own ghosts, have the same feeling, that is, danger.