Chapter 86: Stand-in Lover (End)

Xie Mu is dead.
Jump down from a twenty-story building.
And the negative news is less than half a day away.
People on the Internet who had fallen into a scolding war all stopped and were a little dazed.
How could Xie Mu die?
This photo was only published in such a short time.
He has just won the film award and is less than 20 years old.
At such a young age, is it because of these coded photos that he chooses to end his life?
The company has no public relations, fans are in a panic, black powder jumps up and down, and passersby look blank.
They are all guessing whether the news is true or not, if it is true, why Xie Mu committed suicide.
Fans are still reluctant to believe that they firmly believe that this is just fake news made by unscrupulous media in order to win the eye.
How could their Mumu die?
Even if his reputation is ruined, he is not short of money, even if he withdraws from the entertainment industry and lives abroad without returning to China for a lifetime.
But no matter how unwilling to believe it, Xie Mu's definitive evidence of death spread.
He committed suicide on the rooftop of a hotel. Before the suicide, two unknown friends found him missing and followed the surveillance video all the way to the rooftop.
Someone took a picture before the police arrived.
Their Mumu really chose death.
[Why are you dying, it ’s just some photos, we do n’t care, we really do n’t care, you are always the best Mumu in our hearts, you are still so young, you once said, if you can, you want to go to school and start again Go to school, want to travel in various countries, and want to slowly grow old with the person you love the most ... Xie Mu, you made a mistake. 】
There are countless replies under this comment. After accepting the reality, fans cried.
He had lived, smelled the flowers, smiled, was liked and hated.
But now he is dead.
In the icy morgue, Rong Jing sat numb, holding her hand coldly.
"Sorry……"
His frosty lips froze slowly, "Are you scared before you leave?"
"I didn't mean not to answer your call. If I answer, I will handle it well, I will, I will tell the world that we are lovers, we will get married, and we will always be together ..."
Rong Jing's voice was a little choked. He tried to make a laugh, but he couldn't hide the silence in his eyes. "I'm just, a little scared, afraid of the strange future. I've adjusted it, really, if, if ... "
This sentence can no longer be said.
He knew that there was no if.
"I love you."
No one answered.
He bowed his head like a beast who had lost everything, sobbing and crying.
"I love you……"
"really love you……"

"I forced him to jump."
In the camera, Wen Mingquan, who was handcuffed, was numb, and his handsome face was now full of nagging. In the face of the microphone that was approached, he did not flicker, and his hoarse voice whispered: "I like him, he does not accept I, that photo, I forged. "
"He doesn't want to die."
"I pushed him."
Wen Mingquan was talking, and laughed stupidly, while laughing, tears, "I pushed him, I pushed him ..."
Time and time again, push Xiaomu away.
Time and time again, he was driven to a dead end.
He will spend the rest of his life in prison.
In his lifetime, he was charged with killing Xie Mu.
A reporter asked: Do you regret it?
Wen Mingquan was pale, tears weeping, and whispered softly, "regret."
Everyone was courting Wen Mingquan for murder, and the news that Xie Mu was framed and murdered was shocked. No one found that the past glory and glory disappeared silently in everyone's field of vision.
When he reappeared, he was still young, but his face was full of wind and frost.
He took a pot of ashes and traveled all over the country.
Everywhere you go, sprinkle some ashes.
When the last ashes were left, Rong Jing took them home.
He went to a psychiatric hospital, where he lived alone.
He was dressed in white and had a pale face.
Living in a room full of mirrors.
When Rong Jing went, he was standing in front of the mirror, looking forward to himself inside.
The man in the mirror gave a smirk and said, "Brother Yu Xiu, I like you."
People outside the mirror smiled happily.
"Koki, I like you too."
Repeatedly, until sleep.
The man stood outside the window and looked at the man in the mirror.
He had a delicate face, smiling as much as he remembered.
But in the end, he smiled terribly.
"You are not him."
This is the last aspect of Rong Jing left to the world.
All I knew was that there was an extra stone in the cemetery to the west.

Looking at Rong Jing's breath, Xie Mu was satisfied. "Baby, jump to the next world."
Opening his eyes again, the room was full of the rich flavor of chicken soup. Xie Mu slowly sat up on the cold ground, felt his stomach, and was hungry.
OK, this time is a wife.
Well, docile.