these years

In this wedding, there are two systems in one ritual, Western salute and Chinese celebration.At night, the white gauze was removed from the garden and replaced by lanterns and festoons, and many wine tables were set up, just like the usual Hong Kong restaurants.People from all walks of life shuttled among them, and some people kept asking each other for group photos, and some unknown people mixed in and secretly took many photos.

Jin Rulin was hanging out with celebrities, Wang Lijun finally didn't have to be arrested as a human-shaped signboard, he finally escaped, and hurriedly hid aside with Qiao Weidong.

Looking at all this, Qiao Weidong asked suspiciously, brother, who do you think Mimi's child belongs to?

Wang Lijun hurriedly disregarded the relationship, it wasn't mine anyway.

Qiao Weidong frowned, I didn't blame you, you said...could it be brother Christian's?

Wang Lijun said in a low voice, although I also thought it belonged to Master, but I heard that it belonged to Jin Xiangyan.I heard from those in the art team that it was because Mimi was pregnant with Jin Xiangyan's child that she couldn't leave even if she wanted to.

This information was explosive enough, Qiao Weidong was startled, I|Fuck.

Zhong Weihong happened to pass by, she leaned on her waist and asked, what the fuck?

Qiao and Wang hurriedly waved their hands and said, don't fuck, don't fuck.Zhong Weihong was also pregnant, and they didn't dare to fuck around in front of her, because they were really afraid of affecting the child's development--the parents are already so perverted, if the prenatal education is poor, the kid doesn't know what he will look like.

Zhong Weihong didn't bother to ask, she waved her hand and said, "Come on, don't get bored in front of me, Lao Jin is calling you." She said to Wang Lijun.

Wang Lijun had only been idle for a few minutes, and now he had to greet and see him off. He straightened his clothes, sighed, and said to Qiao Weidong: "If I drink too much later, remember to cover me."

Qiao Weidong handed him a wine glass, and said enthusiastically: "No problem, let's take [1]!"

Wang Lijun patted him on the head: "What the hell are you going to do?"

Qiao Weidong lowered his head to dodge the blow and just smiled.

That night, Wang Lijun was really intoxicated and didn't know where he was going.

Many celebrities at the banquet, British officials, Hong Kong jazz, celebrities from all walks of life... They were not stingy in their praise, and praised Jin Rulin's insightful eyes, who can hold roles and understand the secrets of the market, thus opening up a new generation of Hong Kong movies; , Wang Lijun is both civil and military, glamorous and glamorous. I have searched all over the world, all over the world, but there is no match; not to mention that other filmmakers are also encouraged. , martial arts and other movies, the film and television industry is full of flowers, and a hundred schools of thought are contending——

Wang Lijun was so overjoyed that he couldn't hold on to the drinks, so he got dizzy after drinking it.When he put down the wine glass, he suddenly fell back and overturned a table of banquets. The female relatives stood up screaming and giggling in the confusion.Listening to the voice of Yingying and Yanyan, Wang Lijun laughed, he hiccupped, and fell into a trance again.

It was Qiao Weidong who carried him back to the room.

Wang Lijun's weight is nothing to Qiao Weidong.He gently helped Wang Lijun lie on the bed, facing sideways, with his limbs spread out, and dragged a pillow under his head—this is to prevent drunk people from choking to death with vomit.Taught by Zhong Weihong.

After finishing all this, Qiao Weidong had nothing to do for a while, so he had to stand aside with his hands down.Wang Lijun had already fallen asleep at this time, he was lying on the pillow, his lips were bright red, his cheeks were blushing, although his sleeping position was confused, he looked very peaceful.

Qiao Weidong sat down beside the bed.He stretched out his hand to press Wang Lijun's ear, and suddenly he hesitated, feeling that he shouldn't do this.He was a little uncomfortable because he always did whatever came to his mind, and this was the first time he had to brainstorm to decide whether to do it or not.

After thinking about it for a while, Qiao Weidong finally followed his heart.He walked to the end of the bed, leaned down again, and put his hands on Wang Lijun's side, as if covering Wang Lijun in his own shadow.He looked at Wang Lijun's rare peaceful moment, just watching, Qiao Weidong thought it was very good, like using his eyes instead of a camera, he could take pictures for a lifetime.

Unexpectedly, Wang Lijun opened his eyes suddenly, which startled Qiao Weidong, he was embarrassed to let others see his obscene behavior.

But Wang Lijun just turned over, he lay on his back, smiled sweetly at the sky drunkenly, and made a gesture of waving his hands to Qiao Weidong - he was not lightly drunk.

Qiao Weidong saw the other party smiling, so he laughed too.Seeing him laughing, Wang Lijun scratched his nose with his finger, and then giggled again.

Wang Lijun laughed until his shoulders trembled. He was so drunk that night that he didn't know his last name.He is like this, as long as people praise him, treat him as a role, make him high-spirited, let him have face, let him enjoy the privilege of being beautiful, he is willing to do anything.

Wang Lijun just lay on all fours, with one hand on his forehead, half-closed his eyes, with gold stars floating in his eyes, and vaguely recalled the happiness he had gained tonight.Thinking of the extreme happiness, he pursed his lips, and kissed the palm of his hand hard. After the kiss, he raised his palm to print on the other side, and gave the kiss to Qiao Weidong's cheek.

Qiao Weidong's smile froze.A few seconds later, his lips quivered twice, and his brows frowned, as if in embarrassment.But soon, his face suddenly changed to a shy expression.Qiao Weidong jumped up from the bed, and ran to the window sill with his face in his hands. The cold wind from the window suddenly woke him up.But he was still extremely excited, and while grinning, he still maintained a hideously ugly smile.

After laughing for a while, Qiao Weidong finally calmed down. He pressed his hands to his face, trying to smooth out his face.When he finally retracted his strange smile and calmed down, looking back, Wang Lijun fell asleep again at some point.

Qiao Weidong pursed his lips to suppress his smile.He leaned against the window sill, folded his hands, and looked at the person on the bed quietly.But at this time, the garden was full of lights outside the window, people were coming and going, and when everyone was drinking, there were many questions, where did Jun Zi go?

People are forgetful and always don't hear old people crying, so they don't remember to ask Brother Christian where he went.But Christian always has a way of getting attention, even if it's not his intention.

Christian didn't attend the wedding night, and everyone thought he failed in the competition, so they didn't come to avoid suspicion.Unexpectedly, his manager and assistant called the police the next day, saying that Christian had lost contact for 36 hours.So many parties launched a human search, and finally found Christian's body on the private yacht.

When Wang Lijun heard the news, the rumors were not clear, only that Christian committed suicide by burning charcoal in the yacht.He was hungover early that morning, and it was Qiu Yuanzheng who pulled him up, so to speak, put on makeup, and took another car to the mourning hall, where everything was arranged.

When it comes to trivial matters, Hong Kong is better than the mainland.In the mourning hall, pale wreaths filled the hall, an enlarged portrait was placed in the middle, and the coffin was parked in front of the stage.A child probed to see what was going on inside the coffin, but was grabbed by an adult and called him a "boy on the street".

At this time, a bunch of aunts and six wives came over, and they talked a lot, saying that Christian's family is far away in the UK, no one is guarding the coffin, and he is really a yin and gong[2].

Wang Lijun agreed, so he spread his hands and let his aunt put on the sackcloth for him, and someone drew a straw rope and tied the white cloth on his head.

Behind him, Qiu Yuanzheng shook hands with the brokerage assistant. Whenever these faces met, they gave each other a blank and strange smile.

Although he had finished dressing, Wang Lijun was still drunk.He only stretched out his hand to caress the sackcloth on his body, and said in a daze, "Master... are you leaving now?" He couldn't figure it out. Christian has long been careless about the world, and now that the contract is about to be terminated, he has no reason to commit suicide.Besides, Mimi is pregnant, and there is a high probability that it will be his child. Such a big hope——Thinking of this, Wang Lijun forced a smile.

Someone in the back said: "Fortunately, it is now, to change before—"

Wang Lijun turned around and found that it was Qiu Yuanzheng who was speaking.He said: "To change before, I don't know how many fans have to follow him."

Wang Lijun twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile gradually weakened, and there was only one tear, which slid down his pink cheeks—makeup is required at funerals, for the sake of a beautiful photo.Hearing that Christian had carbon monoxide poisoning, his face was peachy when he left.The dead are still so beautiful, and the living cannot be compared.

Wang Lijun knelt down at the request of his aunts.Maybe, he thought, from watching too many movies, he thought death should be loud.But unexpectedly, it turns out that real death usually comes in a hurry.

Legs will become numb after kneeling for a long time.So Wang Lijun put his hands on his knees like a Japanese samurai, rubbing them occasionally, and he caught sight of Christian's portrait out of the corner of his eye.In the photo, Christian is still smiling tiredly, impatiently, but coquettishly.I don't know when, he took this picture that will last forever?

The white flags on both sides of the coffin moved without wind, people from all walks of life came and went in a chaotic manner, Qiao Weidong and others were called to maintain order outside the hall.Facing the person offering flowers, Wang Lijun kowtowed, and then raised his head, he saw the words on the spirit tablet.

The position of Mike Shilong.

It's as ugly a name as "Wang Lijun".Thinking of this, Wang Lijun twitched the corners of his mouth, it was an ugly smile.

That day Mimi cried until she lost her strength, and then she showed signs of miscarriage, so she was forcibly taken away by relatives and friends, and she was not allowed to stay in this sad place.As Christian's only disciple, Wang Lijun only wore hemp and filial piety and knelt beside the spirit. When someone came forward to bow and kneel, he bowed back once to show his gratitude.

However, the case of Maxlone's death has not been solved for a long time, and it was recorded in the annals of history.After the millennium, the case was listed as one of the three major death mysteries of the [-]th century along with the deaths of Marilyn Monroe and Bruce Lee.Some people said that he was killed because he was involved in the struggle for the interests of gangsters, and some said that he suffered from depression because of his fading glory, but the most people said that it was because his lover Kwong Mei-e married someone else, and he was trapped by love, so he committed suicide.

Wang Lijun knelt down for three days.At this time, he was still kneeling, pinching the newspaper, and asked, "Who is Kuang Mei'e?"

Qiu Yuanzheng quickly helped him up, and said, "It's Mimi."

Wang Lijun laughed through his tears, tears dripped onto the newspaper, and two dots fainted on the paper.He handed the newspaper to Qiu Yuanzheng, and asked, "Where's Qiao Weidong?"

Seeing that he was exhausted and swaying, Qiu Yuanzheng was very worried, thinking that he could not handle so much by himself, so he hurriedly shouted: "Dong Zai! Dong Zai! Gui Zai Dong!"

Not knowing where it was, Qiao Weidong responded from a distance: "Hey!"

[1] Paizhushang: Cantonese dialect, which means that everyone cooperates with each other and moves forward together.

[2] Yin Gong: Cantonese dialect, meaning pitiful.