I’m the Moonlight White That the Former Movie Queen Secretly Loved 60p3

Chapter 60 p3

Normally, the credits would roll at the end of the film, but this film was the opposite.

The surroundings darkened, and Meng Jiang’s entire face was in the shadows. Qi Sijia asked, “I didn’t expect you to have been a director.”

“The only one,” Meng Jiang said.

“Is this the film you mentioned in Nanxian, the one you couldn’t get out of character after filming?”

“Mmm,” Meng Jiang didn’t say much. She dimmed the light of the giant screen, as if she intended for Qi Sijia to watch this film seriously before they talked.

After that, Qi Sijia did not say anything more to Meng Jiang. Meng Jiang appeared in the first frame of the film, wearing fashionable long boots, her hair cut shorter than a man’s, sitting on the highest landmark in Haicheng, the Oriental Pearl Tower, her hands in the wind, her body leaning forward.

A bullet screen popped out.

“Fuck, she’s going to jump off a building.”

“She’s playing so big at the beginning.”

“My Jiang is so beautiful even with a shaved head.”

“It’s been three years since this movie was released, and I only dared to open it now. As a Jiang fan, I just want to say that the goddess should not be a director in the future.”

“No wonder Douban is all scolding this film for being depressing. Is this how it starts?”

Meng Jiang skillfully took the computer that Qi Sijia had left on the sofa and put it on her lap. She turned off the bullet screen in this movie. Without the bullet screen to disturb, the film began to get to the point.

The whole picture was very dark, a type that Qi Sijia would never watch.

But Meng Jiang was sitting by her side, holding her hand, and letting her watch. Qi Sijia patiently watched this film.

The film was about the situation of two groups of people after the reform and opening up.

The first group was the rich people like the female lead’s father, who had made a fortune in foreign trade. And the second group was the poor people like the male lead, who was from a poor family and had to work and study in another city with his parents.

The setting of the film and the twenty-year-old first love seemed very similar at first, a rich young lady and a poor boy.

But the campus scene in this film was only three minutes long. The female lead was a rich second-generation in her first year of middle school, but she was born into a family where she had no choice. Her mother was a mentally ill patient with violent tendencies, and her father was a businessman who did not care about family matters.

In a family opposite to the first one, the male lead had never experienced the female lead’s hardships in his life. He had lived with his grandmother since he was a child, was of good background, and was poor, but he lived in a family surrounded by love and happiness.

So even though he lived a hard life in poverty, he still became an unattainable and pursuing existence in the female lead’s eyes.

The pace of the film turned very quickly. Secret love, confession, and then getting together.

A three-minute plot, almost completing the entire normal campus movie. But because the first mother had an episode, the campus couple broke up. They said they broke up on the school’s tall building.

Jiang Chengjun asked Chu Yi, “Why?”

Chu Yi said, “I’m not good enough for you.”

Ten years later, Jiang Chengjun became a forensic doctor, and Chu Yi became a famous painter.

The two of them reunited at a murder scene. The deceased was Chu Yi’s mother.

This case was very simple. The first person the police suspected was Chu Yi. Later, Chu Yi’s mother’s body was given to Jiang Chengjun, a forensic doctor, for an autopsy, but the practical report was suicide.

The murder case was finally concluded as suicide due to insufficient evidence.

After this matter was over, Chu Yi and Jiang Chengjun got married.

They were together for five years. Just like the exquisite Hangzhou porcelain bowl that was shattered at the beginning of the film, the familiar young boy and girl from five years ago, after meeting again as adults, had turned their beautiful love into a fragmented and unrecognizable mess of trivial matters in their marriage.

They could argue endlessly over the color of a trash can, and they would each express their own opinions and turn red in the face over an irrelevant story on the TV.

During the five years of their marriage, two successive murder cases came out, and the method of the crime was 100% the same as Chu Yi’s mother’s death.

So five years later, when Chu Yi and Jiang Chengjun went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their divorce certificate and agreed to meet at the best landmark in Haicheng, the Oriental Pearl Tower, the police found Jiang Chengjun’s body at the bottom of the Oriental Pearl Tower. And when the police went up the tall building, Chu Yi was crossing her legs, cutting off her long hair bit by bit, and throwing it down from the tall building.

A few months later, Chu Yi was released by the police. She was not the murderer. The final evidence of the three murder cases all pointed to Jiang Chengjun. And that day, before Jiang Chengjun committed suicide on the high platform, he had told Chu Yi all the truth.

He had become like this entirely because of Chu Yi.

Jiang Chengjun had gone crazy long ago. Five years ago, he had been driven crazy by Chu Yi’s mentally ill mother.

Chu Yi thought that sacrificing love five years ago was to protect Jiang Chengjun, but in fact, she had already harmed him since she fell in love with him.

The scene of jumping off a building at the beginning of the film was the end of this drama.

Chu Yi did not jump off the building to commit suicide, but at the end of the film, there was a scene of her having a conversation with her violent mother.

The mother held a pair of scissors and stabbed at Chu Yi. “Genes are hereditary.”

She laughed viciously and whispered to Chu Yi, “The daughter of a mental patient will also be a mental patient.”

The screen abruptly went black. In the huge poster of “Breakup” with black background and red words, a drop of blood fell from the hand on the upper right corner of the last character.

The whole picture was very bloody and depressing.

Meng Jiang’s acting tension in the film was brought to its fullest. She seemed to understand the state of a mental patient’s episode very well. In the film, there were two mental patients, and one suspected mental patient. All their behaviors were traceable. The director’s shooting technique was so exquisite that the three actors, at the moment the sound effect sounded, every micro-expression changed.

“After this film came out, there was an interview with the director,” Meng Jiang said to Qi Sijia. “A reporter on Channel Six asked me if I had specifically gone to understand the mental patient group.”

Qi Sijia did not say anything from beginning to end. She just stood up, turned on the light, dispelled the darkness in front of her, and walked to the bar to pour Meng Jiang a glass of water.

“My answer was: no.”

The two of them, one standing and one sitting. Meng Jiang looked into Qi Sijia’s eyes and said, “I just gave the thing I hated and feared the most to this beautiful love after a reunion, so that they could end in tragedy.”

Qi Sijia still did not express her opinion. She just felt that the light in the screening room was dim, so she picked up Meng Jiang, walked to the bedroom, turned on the bright light above her head, and placed Meng Jiang on the bed.

Their eyes met. Qi Sijia thought of Chen Ting, whom Meng Jiang had mentioned.

“Chen Cheng thought I was crazy after watching this film back then. She told me that this film shouldn’t be called Breakup, but Quitting Smoking, Quitting Drinking, Quitting Qi Sijia.”

Meng Jiang looked at Qi Sijia’s eyes and actually smiled. “I presented the most disgusting Chen Ting-like mother in the film, and then I used Chen Ting’s illness to destroy the only light in Chu Yi’s heart. It was a warning to myself that Jiang Chengjun’s end would be Qi Sijia’s end in the future. What I could do was to stay away and quit.”

“But I couldn’t quit,” Qi Sijia looked up and answered this. It was not a question. Meng Jiang had said it herself last time that she couldn’t quit.

Meng Jiang nodded. “Meimei brought me out of my character with a piece of candy, because the wrapper of that candy was the same one you had shown me before. The irony is that I used the thing I hated the most to quit you, but I found that the price of not liking you was that I couldn’t even get out of character, and I would go crazy.”

Qi Sijia met Meng Jiang’s wet eyes and suddenly wanted to kiss her.

She called out, “Meng Jiang.”

Meng Jiang hummed in agreement and rested her head on Qi Sijia’s shoulder.

“If one day you’re mentally unstable and have to stab someone with a sharp blade to vent your emotions, then aim at me. We’ll go to hell together,” Meng Jiang told her bluntly.

Qi Sijia’s eyes were full of emotion. She pressed Meng Jiang against the bed and took off her glasses. “No, I’m almost cured. At most, there’s another month.”

“Last time you said that if I told you to go slow, you had to go slow, and if you wanted to go fast, you had to go a little faster. Actually, this is my personality. There’s no instability. Even if I’m completely cured in the future, the doctor said that subconsciously, I’m still a person with a strong desire for control.”

Qi Sijia untied Meng Jiang’s dress and said, “If you think this makes you uncomfortable, you have about five seconds to push me away.”

Her clothes came off one by one. Qi Sijia lowered her head, looked at Meng Jiang, and bit her ear with her sexy female low voice. “Five seconds have passed. You didn’t dodge. I’m going to kiss you.”

Meng Jiang’s eyelashes trembled. She suddenly smiled charmingly and brought her lips up herself.

But Qi Sijia did not kiss her directly. Her lips moved up, and the first kiss landed on the corner of Meng Jiang’s eye, the second on her eyelashes, the third on the bridge of her nose, and then her lips. From top to bottom, she covered her with lip prints, as light as a feather.

She said, “My desire for control is very strong.”

But when she kissed Meng Jiang, every kiss was extremely gentle.

The floor-to-ceiling window was open, and the sky was like the bottom of an ink bottle.

She couldn’t see anything. Meng Jiang looked up from the pillow.

A dim night light was reflected, showing a hazy picture.

Her wet fingers sank into the bedsheet, and the fingerprints fell. The marks were just a little faint. Before she could stretch out her fingers, her hand was held by Qi Sijia without a word, and a dense kiss drowned her again.

—Harmony—