Chapter 145: 145th

It stands to reason that there is not much time left.
But they spent a whole morning picking houses everywhere.
In the original words of Pei Ruye, this is ‘finding an anchor for life, while implanting enough subconsciousness in your subconsciousness’.
Huo Jian is not indifferent to this, but sincerely likes that he understands his awkwardness too thoroughly.
An insightful tender fiance can improve the quality of life.
An overly generous hilltop villa cannot live, and the air is lonely and surrounded by wind, which is not in line with the burrowing characteristics of wolves.
The CBD flat floor at the time of skyscrapers is equally undesirable.
Too far from the natural environment, the eyes and ears are the bustle of fame and fortune, which is not conducive to the repair of good mentality.
Going around, he chose a small villa on the edge of the city and suburbs.
There are large residential areas nearby, and it will not take long to go to beaches and parks.
There is an evergreen forest outside the fence in the backyard, and the housekeeper said that there are always foxes and wild deer wandering nearby.
The roof should be bright red, the fence and the outer wall should be painted white, and it is best to raise some flowers.
Pei Ru also motioned the housekeeper to install cat holes for all the doors.
They spent some time in the afternoon to determine the decoration plan and interior color, and then drove to buy some casual items.
This time I have to stay in the country for at least one year, and then come back here, it is really the moment when the end is coming.
The wedding room does require some time for decoration and ventilation, which is very suitable.
There is a flavor of spice peculiar to gypsies in the general market, and some vendors are holding cats and dogs in casual Mexican whispers. Asian tourists mostly hold cameras to take pictures.
Pei Ruye also handed him a pure white deerskin wallet with gilt silver roses in the opening.
Huo Jian blinked and collected his wallet and got off the car to buy sundries.
He hasn't touched paper money in many years.
The idol's life and the normal world have a kind of split, just like suspended creatures living in parallel time and space.
There are few opportunities for walking, and people who drink water and eat are waiting in front of the horse and saddle. What to buy is just a random command, and there is very little chance to swipe the card by hand.
He suddenly realized why Pei Ru also brought himself to this place.
Ask the sellers for prices, count banknotes and coins, and pick some pottery bottles and wind chimes that are not very useful.
All trivial things have a sense of healing.
"Psychologists at home and abroad have had similar suggestions."
Pei Ruye stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the woman in the distance nagging and bought another sky blue hydrogen balloon for the child.
"Vegetable market, hypermarket, school playground... feel more simple and simple life, which is good for physical and mental health."
Fireworks awaken the self-enclosed soul.
Huo Jian took a handful of coins and took a bunch of geraniums for two steps.
At this moment, he was standing in the flow of people, Qingyang shining on the hustle and bustle of the world.
Don't be afraid, don't pay attention to the camera at all times, even if you yawn and rub your nose in public, you won't be blamed for warning.
It was like a white wolf who finally escaped from a deformed cage.
Before he returns to that world, he needs to reconfirm what it means to be alive.
In this way, after returning, they will not be caught in the second fall.
When driving back, a maid in the old house called.
"Mr. Huo, a guest named Jiang Jue is waiting for you."
Huo Jian began to step on the accelerator without thinking.
"Come on." The man tightened his seat belt and glanced at him. "The traffic policeman here has a bad temper."
When Ji Ji was in an accident, Jiang Jue was accompanying his mother in the United States to complete the repair operation after the car accident. When he hurried back, the funeral was over.
Huo Jian only reached the end of the funeral. During the subsequent burial, the silent young man was always accompanied by the coffin, and he did not leave Chi Ji's tombstone until late at night.
Now the day is coming in 2018, "Fairy Painting" finally completed and successfully released. Jiang Ju also won the American Saturn Award for Chen Ye's "Noya" and became a famous young actor in China. Now he is working with Qi Lin Open love.
No one thought that time would write such a long story.
Before the car stopped, Huo Jian hurriedly got out of the driver's seat and walked quickly to the parlor.
Jiang Jue was sitting there drinking tea.
As a junior, although he has not graduated from college this year, he has also been tempered by the world.
"Sorry." Huo Jian's voice was dry when he spoke, and he couldn't even sit down in front of him.
"Brother Blade." Jiang Ju shook his head slightly: "This is not your fault, and we all know the reason for your return home."
Jiang Jue is an actor. His main business is to play in the role of the film crew. He will not be forced to participate in any fan activities, and there will be no traffic fans. BATTLE has several international endorsements on several covers.
An actor is just an actor.
But Huo Jian is an idol. As long as he stepped back on that torrent, he would inevitably face more intense competition and chaos.
If you can choose, most people will stay away from those right and wrongs and regain a new life of their own.
"Brother Blade, you sit first."
Jiang Jue politely got up and greeted Pei Ruye, and then continued to talk with Huo Jian.
He talked very simply, without using unnecessary gossip to dilute the sudden heavy atmosphere.
"Qi Lin told me everything about "The Choice of God Blessings,"" he said gently. "If the flight guests need to perform the relevant guidance, I can spare the schedule at any time."
"In addition, this time I also came to see you for Qi Lin."
Huo Jian was puzzled for a moment and asked, "Is he okay recently?"
"What about filming in a small mountain village." Jiang never lost a smile and said: "Stained a little yellow hair. Aunt Wu said he was like a social young man...but he was about to kill him."
Today's Qi Lin is the facade of SPF and has become a worthy amphibious entertainer.
He became famous as a young man, and at the age of 16, he became a first-class with his excellent singing skills. After college, he successfully transformed into a cobain actor and performed a series of popular works such as "Mermaid Song" and "Fairy Painting".
"You need a restart with enough chances." Jiang Jue stared at Huo Jian's eyes: "And Qi Lin... he was just preparing for the concert."
Huo Jian's right hand clasped the back of the chair, and his nerves tightened again.
They have been in the entertainment industry for too long, knowing what it means.
Now that Qi Lin is a super first-rate artist, the news that Huo Jian returned to China as a springboard is equivalent to giving away the double huge exposure of the film circle and the music circle.
Traffic is the most expensive gift in this new era.
The concert was originally an opportunity for Qi Lin's sublimation, but if this choice was established, it would be a wedding dress for Huo Jian.
Many years ago, when A was a trainee, they went to Qi Lin's concert as a guest guest.
Although the child is young, he made his debut early and could bear the predecessor.
-At that time, Xie Liyun was so angry in the living room because of this matter.
Later, A and Qi Lin went on their own ways, and maintained friendly relations.
But this time is different.
This is a long-anticipated hype.
To detonate the network, detonate everyone's attention.
With a gorgeous enough grand concert, tell the world in the deepest and most amazing way, Huo Jian is back.
He came back alone.
"I'm going." Huo Jian Shen Sheng agreed.
When he spoke again, there was no smile, at this moment it was like the marshal who took the war order: "I owe this kind of love."
Jiang Ju immediately got up and said goodbye, confirming his mental state with some anxiety, saying goodbye with a gentle voice.
"Don't rush to return."
The departure time of the private jet was transferred to the early morning tonight. He will secretly return home, and then go to Shidu Stadium to prepare for the first performance this year.
From 1pm to 8pm, Huo Jian was soaked in the recording studio and completed all the creations of the song DEMO.
When he wrote songs in the past, he was surrounded by many people.
Ji Ji will sing harmony next to the piano, Xie Lianyun pulls the violin to accompaniment.
Long Ge helped to polish the words, and Bo Jue sat in front of the piano stool to guide him how to perform.
Finally, DEMO writes, Mei Shengyao will check like a small class leader, and then arrange and edit in front of the computer for a night.
Now sitting in front of the piano, he was left alone.
When each note was written on the staff, Huo Blade's side seemed to be misty.
He suddenly realized that he had learned too many things unconsciously over the years.
When he first went to SPF, he didn't do anything except radio gymnastics and a "Why Not Forget".
It was Bo Jue who taught him how to play the piano.
Classical music, black and white keys, from Thompson's "Princess Ballet" to Liszt's "Clock".
It was Long Ji who taught him how to develop physical strength and explosiveness.
The shriveled to ribbed body gradually had muscles and lines, and the two-hour singing and dancing performance was no longer difficult.
It was Xie Lianyun who taught him how to write and write songs.
CUBASE, NUENDO, pop, jazz, country...
Every day and every year, take the time and advice.
It was Mei Shengyao who taught him how to arrange and design dance.
"Gemstone", "A sense of absurdity", "William", "Peach Soda", "Role Playing".
The creation of each album is the final work he and Mei Shengyao repeatedly polished and polished in countless late nights.
He seemed to have unconsciously lived like the six of them.
The family who loved him deeply had already given away the hottest light in his soul.
nothing left.
The moment the piano sounded, Huo Jian finally sang again.
He has never expressed emotions.
It should be understood now.
"You have a good voice."
The fifteen-year-old smiled softly.
"But why do you put yourself on the sidelines when singing?"
Because I am in fear.
I have encountered too much suffering and just want to hide my emotions.
Don't be exposed, don't be known.
"Singing is a kind of telling."
"My teacher said, "Song without resonance retires when it was born"."
Chichi, if I only learn to tell now, can you still hear it?
He opened his eyes and allowed himself to shed tears in his singing and piano.
"You are telling, not expressing for others."
"Sing must have feelings."
The sound of the piano undulated, jumping from the song he wrote to a more distant world, as if carrying the memory all the way forward.
Warm tears wet the tattoos, and the boat from the wrist line to the lifeline is still clear.
He inexplicably remembered the day Chi Ji was drugged, curled up in the bathtub, and allowed himself to hold the song that he sang intermittently.
"Justtoounrealallthis, watgthewordsfallfrommylips."
All this is too untrue, all words are falling from my lips.
"Chichi, don't sleep."
"Sing on."
"Oh...I\'mgonnabewounded."
...I might get hurt.
"I\'mgonnabeyourwound..."
I will be your wound...
"Brother Blade is here, Koike is not afraid."
"The other brothers are coming, we are with you."
"Xiaochi, don't sleep, sing a few more words."
"I\'mgonnabruiseyou,"
I might hurt you,
"Yonnabemybruise..."
You will be my bruise...
Pei Ru also stood quietly outside the glass door and accompanied him through the darkest moment of his life.
It is like the silent and gentle patron saint outside the quenching furnace.
-2-
The trace of returning home is well hidden.
After receiving DEMO, Qi Lin expressed his special surprise. He has listened to Huo Jian's singing many times over the years, and he has never encountered such a situation.
To say the closest, it is also a love romance in "Peach Soda". Although biting is not particularly clear, that song is still a popular selection of BGM for editing, and the singing is very high.
Huo Jian's clear tone has a unique texture, coupled with good enough melody and emotional expression, the individual alone is enough to deter the audience.
Shortly after Qi Lin's return, Xinli's hairstyle was as if being chewed by a dog. He pulled the Huo blade and rushed to the rehearsal room to meet the band teachers who had followed him for several years.
Shun down several times, the teenager was surprised.
"Brother Blade, you're transformed...too terrifying."
He found that Huo Jian became much quieter, and did not try hard to laugh, waved his hands to the teachers to keep secrets and continue rehearsing, and pulled Huo Jian to the other side to see the stage.
"Apart from the guitar, do you need any other dancers? Mr. Pei sent someone over to practice?"
Huo Jian shook his head.
"I am enough by myself."
These are totally strange experiences.
A person.
His current identity, not the captain of A, does not represent that C.
It is Huo Jian.
This song doesn't need to be too long, three minutes is enough.
Pei Ru, as an agent and the founder of the short video at the moment, has secretly arranged a series of linkage reactions.
On the next second after the show ends, the serial detonation will start on time and faithfully execute every step of the plan.
The concert will start on time at 7:30 on Saturday night.
At two o'clock on Friday afternoon, Huo Jian went to where Xie Lianyun now lives.
Both Bo Jiu and Bo Huan received tickets for the concert, and they rushed over after class.
Xie Lianyun was also in a state of evaporation in the world recently, and did not respond to calls on WeChat.
The address is given by Bo Ju, it is a very ordinary single apartment, and it is very perfunctory from the location to the apartment.
But the location is still on the 17th floor.
Huo Jian has always faced Brother Yun, and listened to the movements inside before knocking on the door. Sure enough, there were metal drums like playing.
He knocked on the door several times.
"Who--"
"Takeaway!"
Rock music was suspended, and someone stepped on the slippers and walked around from a distance: "Isn't it just delivered?"
As soon as the door opened, Xie Lianyun froze for a few seconds: "Hold the grass? Did you come back early?"
Huo Jian glanced inwards: "Are there any guests?"
"How is it possible," Xie Liyun feared that a neighbor would pass by and pulled him into the room: "You think I am still hiding a very sweet young lady here..."
There are two rooms and one hall in the house, and there are a lot of plastic bags piled up in the takeaway boxes of snack bags.
"I want to sort the garbage now, so I have to throw it away," Xie Rianyun also knows that he is in a state of embarrassment, and hastily changed a large, clean T-shirt to clean up the house: "You won't make a phone call when you come back, just scared me just now Jump."
Huo Jian lifted his sleeves to help him clean up the house, opened all the windows, and let fresh air flow in with the sunlight.
"Your phone is turned off?"
"Ah? Oh, yes, I haven't seen my phone for a few days." Xie Liyun scratched his head and took a broom to take care of the living room, trying to escape this stubble with other topics: "Long brother offended the thin two days ago. Ju once, I heard that I apologized for going to the door several times and drove away—"
Huo Jian was still looking at his current state, and suddenly said, "Brother Yun, I miss you."
Xie Lianyun's ears turned red for a moment, and he always had the illusion that he was still under the control of the captain: "I know I know, eat less takeaways and go out more, I won't mess up when you come back..."
Huo Jian nodded, as verbosely and blameless as before, carrying the bucket and cleaning the room with him.
Sweeping and mopping the floor, wearing a mask to fake the garbage.
The washing machine started working after a long absence, and grumbled around a pile of dirty clothes.
Xie Lianyun wanted to explain himself a few words, but he saw that he helped himself clean the house quietly, and felt panic-stricken.
He reached out and wanted to help Huo Jian take the disinfection spray. His eyes suddenly changed when he fell on his left hand tattoo, and immediately grabbed his wrist and pulled it in the sun.
"Huo Jian," the youth has never been so severe: "Are you tattooing? Or here?"
Huo Jian nodded.
"I always find a way to commemorate him."
Xie Lianyun looked and looked at his wrist, and his anger didn't hide it halfway: "Pei Ruye, he didn't stop you? Dare to tattoo Huo Blade in such a pain in the palm of your hand, are you out? Are you engaged? Ask us for advice. Is tattooing not a matter of a lifetime? What are you thinking about??"
"Long Ji is stupid. Is it hard for you to learn how to use the takeaway to express your feelings?"
Huo Jian moved his wrists after he roared.
"Brother, you hurt me."
Xie Lianyun released his hand suddenly, took a deep breath like a bellows for several seconds, turned around and walked to the study.
Huo Jian thought he was really angry and quietly followed.
Xie Lianyun buried his head in the bookshelf and rummaged two or three times, and soon came up with a document report.
"Listen." He was so confused at the moment, but he walked over to Huo Jian's eyes and handed the folder to him: "You have to calm down and listen to what I want to say next."
Xie Lianyun has followed Jiang Shu since his childhood, and has grown up in the wine bureau.
He knew that if he didn't make it clear to Huo Jian, this fool wouldn't be able to live normally in his life. Dare to tattoo today and dare to buy a boat in Siberia tomorrow.
"There are a total of thirteen reports. The latest one was faxed yesterday. All lines have been kept secret."
"I never thought to hide from you, but the result has not been completely found out, and doing too much will kill the snake."
Huo Jian stopped for a second and repeated: "Report?"
Xie Lianyun stared at him for a few seconds, lowering his voice honestly and honestly: "I took Chi Ji's ashes sample."
At this moment, Huo Jian's whole body's blood was surging upwards, and finally asked Bo Qiu and the public netizens to question many times-
"Xie Lianyun, are you perverted?!!!"
"You listen to me, I know that it's very abnormal to do this -" Xie Liyun reached out and turned one of the pages to show him the result of the appraisal: "Huo Jian, the person in the coffin, probably from the beginning Not Ji Ji."
"what?"
"The composition of the ashes is completely different from that of normal ashes, doped with a lot of things like silicone and gypsum."
"I was taking part at random, and the samples were too few and burned at high temperature, and the DNA was almost impossible to find out--"
Huo Jian quickly browsed through each page, supporting his body against the door of the room at the same time as his heart was beating fast. His hands were shaking so that he was almost unstable. These dozen reports.
"Gypsum is also white after burning, and it is also white after burning silicone. No one knows what ghost is in that coffin."
Huo Jian felt that Xie Lianyun was really crazy in this second.
Only lunatics will hide the ashes of their best friends and take them out for testing.
"Brother Yun, that's the seventeenth floor," he said, feeling that his heart was splitting: "How could he be alive when the seventeenth floor fell to the eleventh floor?"
"Brother Yun, I know that Chi Chi is your first member. I know he means different things to you."
"But the entire rescue is a matter of public hospital participation. Have all the medical staff in the rescue team been bribed? Qi Ding, even if he could hide from the sky, he would not be able to get back to death--"
"The rescue team was made by experts from private hospitals and Dr. Wu together," Xie Liyun spoke faster than him. He held Huo Jian's shoulders and said everything he knew: "Have you ever thought about it, Chi Ji actually fell on the buffer zone instead of the eleventh floor. He never fell to the eleventh floor from beginning to end?!"
"The monitoring of the platform on the eleventh floor is bad. The blood stains and corpses were all cooked by Wu Qiuyi. Have you ever thought about Huo Jian, the person sent to the ambulance was not Chi Ji from the beginning?!"
Huo Jian's brain was blank, and suddenly he wanted to destroy his doubts and sobriety, and believed every word he said.
There are now two possibilities.
The first is that Chi Ji is dead. Xie Lianyun said that these are just to comfort himself, and stop feeling painful about the past.
He couldn't dig up the tomb to test his ashes like Yun's brother-besides, the possibility that ashes could test DNA was almost zero.
The second is that Chi Ji is really not dead.
Chichi was just hidden.
Xie Lianyun found that he was finally thinking about the possibility, and showed him the force analysis chart and all the photos in the folder.
At the funeral, everyone was in grief, and no one would lift the black cloth in the coffin to look at his face and physical condition.
What's more, even if it's not enough, you can use the pretense of jumping on the body to jump through.
"From the seventeenth floor to the fourteenth floor buffer zone, there are a total distance of nearly ten meters, and it is not a problem if it is accurate."
"It's impossible to be unscathed, even if Chi Ji survived, now it's either crippled or vegetative."
Xie Liyun felt that he was so cruel when analyzing these things, but he still told Huo Jian all conjectures without reservation.
He had hoped that his intuition was true as never before.
"Now that Hanqu collapsed all the chains of interest that collapsed after the downfall of A, and Eshan Ventures was also at the forefront of the market before it was listed, the father and son of the Han family can never allow their image to become a murderer."
"If Chi Ji is still recovering, no matter who hides him, no one with a little brain will let out the wind to let anyone know."
Huo Jian is still digesting this sudden and sudden message, and his voice is full of blood when he speaks: "Do you think someone has hidden Chi Chi?"
Who will that person be? Where is it hidden again?
Are these things Xie Lianyun's long-prepared comfort signal or real evidence of survival?
"Do you know what you should do now?" Xie Rianyun put his hands on his shoulders and emphasized his voice: "You have to let Han Qu put his eyes on you and make him believe that Chi Ji is really dead. , Keep all vigilance to a minimum."
"You went back to the country to uproot the Han family. SPF and I were doing the program "The Selection of God Blessings". President Long Ji and Pei were preparing to defeat Asan Ventures, and even Bo Juren endured the introverted presence. High-end wine will listen to the wind, everyone is working hard for the same thing—"
"Huo Jian, I know you may not believe me, and you can't accept all this."
"But we have no choice at all now, we have to move forward."
"--No matter what the end is waiting for."