The matter was settled, and Li Xianyun and Ren Zhi left.

Along the way, Ren Zhi was still confused - why did Lao Tzu suddenly faint? Why did you still make meritorious contributions?

What about good investors?

What's going on here?

Ask Li Xianyun, Li Xianyun just gave him a glare - ask a fart, the investor has soared.

Thinking about the debts he still carries, he had to keep silent.

Back home, Li Xianyun called Rong Dasheng to confirm that the rough cut had been completed, and at this pace, it is estimated that the post-production will be completed in one month, and then it will be ready to be filed online and submitted to the platform, and it will take two or three months to wait for the official release.

During this time, it is also time to consider the issue of publicity.

In fact, with Li Xianyun's work, it stands to reason that he does not need to consider publicity, but considering that his ambition is to establish his own film and television company, he also needs to understand the publicity and distribution.

There are still about 200,000 yuan left in the budget, and this money is used for publicity, and it can't afford to make too many waves, Li Xianyun plans to use his authorship to carry out a wave of promotion among the readership, and it is best to pull a few other big names to help.

However, the online literature circle is actually very realistic, and no one will push you for no reason, unless you are already a big-name director, then they will take the initiative to help you for free. But at that time, you were not uncommon.

So Li Xianyun knows that after all, he can only rely on his own fan base.

Come on, let's continue to code.

Early the next morning, Li Xianyun received a call from Sun Shi.

The case is closed.

Li Shu has admitted to conspiring with Wu Songhua to kill her daughter, and the modus operandi has been confessed, and now they have all been detained.

However, Sun Shi did not make meritorious contributions for this, but was criticized internally.

Sun Shi didn't care about this.

"By the way, Mengmeng's father ......," Li Xianyun asked.

"I almost didn't tear his ex-wife apart." Sun Shi replied, "Do you know? After that incident came out, Li Shu kept saying that it was her husband's responsibility to splash all the dirty water on him, Jiang Zheng almost closed himself because of this, and he couldn't forgive himself for letting the child go home alone. It's only now that I finally understood...... Oh, it's really the people who have wronged you who know how wronged you are. ”

Li Xianyun could only sigh deeply about this.

Just then, the XCOM suddenly appeared.

Li Xianyun almost thought that a new ghost had emerged in his house, but he found that a new row of handwriting appeared on the ghost urn.

"Dream Spell."

Well?

Li Xianyun was stunned.

Dream spells? Could it be......

A thought quickly flashed in his heart, and said, "By the way, where does Jiang Zheng live now?" I want his address. ”

"How?" Sun Shi was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "You don't want Mengmeng to see her father, right?" You can't do that! ”

"I just learned a spell, the Dream Spell, maybe by dreaming." Li Xianyun didn't hide it from her.

Dreaming?

Can there be such an operation?

Just learning?

Where did you learn this?

Sun Shi simply didn't ask, thought for a while and said, "I'll go with you in the evening." ”

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Night.

Deep.

The moonlight is bleak.

Jiang was sitting on the balcony, holding a can of beer and staring blankly at the dim light.

The tears were dry, and the eyes were blurry.

The painful memories were awakened again, and in a trance, he came to the scene of the fire again.

He shouted and howled in the middle of the field, rushed into the fire, only to be burned back again and again.

When the flames were left with embers, holding his daughter's charred corpse, Jiang Zheng felt that his whole body was about to be torn apart.

The world is crumbling and everything is turning gray.

It was as if the end had come.

Since then, he has fallen into great pain and self-blame, and the whole person has become autistic, and even has thoughts of thinking, and he no longer wants to talk to people.

After a period of psychological rehabilitation, I finally got better.

Unexpectedly, someone tore open his slightly healed scar today, and then sprinkled a handful of salt on it.

How so?

Why is this happening?

Tears fell from his silent face, and Jiang Zheng threw the beer out suddenly, fell to his knees and wailed.

The cry was poignant and desperate.

But there was no sympathy in exchange, only the angry and dissatisfied cries of the neighbors: "What are you howling in the middle of the night? Still don't let people sleep? ”

The crying stopped abruptly.

Jiang was lying on the ground pinching his throat, like a badly wounded bull, with a low roar coming out of his throat......

There was confusion in front of me.

He felt as if he was flying.

Fly under this night sky, and he stands in the sky of this city.

"Daddy......"

A crisp sound came from behind him.

Jiang Zheng's heart trembled.

He looked back and saw a girl in red standing crisply behind him.

"Moe Moe!" Jiang Zheng shouted.

"Daddy!" Meng Meng shouted again.

She walked over step by step, her little white shoes stepping on the air, a ripple of light.

When she came to Jiang Zheng's side, she opened her little hand and hugged Jiang Zheng.

"My baby......" Jiang Zheng wailed and knelt down: "Daddy, I'm sorry for you......"

"It's okay, Dad, I'm fine now." Jiang Mengmeng gently wiped away Jiang Zheng's tears.

Tears melted into black smoke on the back of her hand.

The little girl's face was a little ruddy.

She gently leaned her face against Jiang Zheng's face and murmured, "Dad, I miss you." ”

Jiang Zheng cried: "Baby, Dad misses you too!" ”

So the father and daughter hugged each other like this, and they didn't want to be separated.

Jiang Zheng didn't know if all this was true or false, but even if it was a dream, he wanted to stay in this dream forever.

However, there is an end to it.

Gently pushing Jiang Zheng away, Jiang Mengmeng dipped her fingers in his tears and drew a heart shape on Jiang Zheng's face.

Then she said tenderly: "Dad don't cry, I'll draw your heart." If one day, you miss me, come to this place to find me......"

She whispered a few words in Jiang Zheng's ear, and then stepped back.

"Nope! Cute! Jiang Zheng shouted.

He wanted to catch up, but as soon as he stepped into the air, Jiang Zheng suddenly fell from the sky.

"Ahh He shouted.

Turning over and sitting up, Jiang Zheng found himself lying on the balcony.

It turns out that it is a dream after all?

I just dreamed of my daughter.

Jiang Zheng sighed helplessly.

Maybe it was the satisfaction in the dream, or maybe the crying released the emotions, Jiang Zheng finally calmed down a lot.

He slowly got up and went to the bathroom, wanting to wash his face.

Turning on the light and looking at himself in the mirror, Jiang Zheng was suddenly stunned.

On his face, there were heart words drawn with tears.

The moment he saw it, the tears turned into smoke and dissipated, and there was no trace of it.

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PS: To declare, the idea of this book comes from my own experience and whims, and it does not borrow anyone's creativity, and there is no plagiarism. If someone else has written something similar before, it's just a coincidence, I haven't read it.

In addition, borrowing from other people's creativity and plagiarism are also two concepts, don't know anything to know a plagiarism, let you give evidence and the author's quality is not good.

A little bit of IQ, don't talk about the bottom line of professional ethics, otherwise you will be sprayed.