Director Loves No One

In the white and elegant hall, countless celebrities and artists gathered here to bid farewell to the famous director Chu Xiaxing. Dressed in solemn clothes, they took turns lining up to the mourning hall to complete the ceremony, shaking hands with their relatives in grief.

Because Chu Xiaxing did not have a husband or children, the funeral was organized by his niece Han Chuning. Han Chuning is twenty-four years old this year, and her face is sad and gloomy now. Although Chu Xiaxing is her eldest aunt in name, she is no less emotional than half a mother, so she is naturally shocked.

Han Chuning tried to receive those who came to mourn, Chu Xiaxing was well-known in the circle, and there were many men and women.

"If it weren't for the promotion of me by Director Chu back then, I don't know where it is now. She is definitely a big director with no shame and eyebrows..." The man said, his eyes were red, and he suddenly wailed and cried. My son—Little Wang came to see you—"

Han Chuning looked at the man who was crying to the ground, she was suddenly a little at a loss, and finally she cried silently. When everyone saw this, it was hard to persuade them. The man sitting and crying had worked with Chu Xiaxing for many years, and outsiders only regarded him as having a deep affection for Chu Dao.

"Pull it down, put it here and say that I don't want to be shaved, and I didn't see you remember to promote me when I was engaged." Chu Xiaxing drifted lazily past the crying little king, she felt that the other party's cry was really harsh, and then floated back into the air. In the middle, couldn't help but muttered, "If you have the ability, you can come and see me down there. You actually added a play to yourself..."

Chu Xiaxing is now a group of souls. She is patrolling the sky above her funeral, and it is quite disturbing to hear the crying below.

She did not feel grief over her own death. More than sixty years of wind and frost have added to her experience. By her age, many things have been seen, and the funeral is a formality in the final analysis.

After wandering in the mourning hall for a while, she wanted to drift away boredly. The sincere tears of relatives and friends made her feel blocked, and the false performances of passers-by made her feel irritated. She just wanted to blow these people's heads.

Because she has worked in Vanity Fair all her life, even at her farewell funeral, this habit of acting is still not reduced by half. She broke up with her former friends for profit, and reconciled with rival alliances. Now everyone seems to have forgotten the past love and hatred entanglements, and gathered here to mourn her, true or false.

Chu Xiaxing was loved and hated by others before her death, but after her death, she became a goddess because of her achievements, and she became a perfect person in film history.

Chu Xiaxing was too lazy to listen to the audience to praise her achievements at the funeral, she simply floated out leisurely, flying to the sky freely, without even looking back.

She felt that being a wandering spirit was quite interesting, and she also knew a lot of wandering spirits who had also just passed away. They floated in the sky together, waiting for the first seven moments to return home. It is said that they will disappear naturally after experiencing the first seven.

"Why does it look different from us?" Chu Xiaxing looked at the golden and white soul like a galaxy around him, only to find a pale blue alien in it, naturally curious. She has always been courageous, and she speaks openly, even if she doesn't know the souls around her, she still dares to ask questions.

"Ah, that is a living soul, I guess it was accidentally mixed in..." The soul next to it actually answered.

"Soul?"

"Yes, the body is not dead yet, but the soul is accidentally separated. If you don't return in time, you will lose your life."

Chu Xiaxing was quite surprised, and exclaimed: "You know a lot? What did you do during your lifetime?"

The soul who answered was embarrassed and said, "Pan Dao only knows a little bit."

Chu Xiaxing had an idea as soon as he heard the other party's claim. It turned out that this soul was a cultivator before he was alive, so he joked, "Then you really only know a little bit, otherwise you won't get mixed in our team."

Chu Xiaxing: Shouldn't all of you who engage in metaphysics be immortal?

The Taoist spirit said helplessly: "Beyond life and death is the cultivation of the sky, and the poor Dao will naturally experience birth, aging, sickness and death..."

Chu Xiaxing: "How long can the soul be separated from the body?"

Taoist spirit: "Ordinary people will be in danger for at most one or two hours."

Chu Xiaxing was stunned when she heard the words, she immediately leaned over and floated down to find the soul, and said in a hurry: "Then we don't have to hurry out and let it follow us to find death!"

Taoist soul: "Oh, most of these souls are mentally unstable. It might think you are taking care of your business."

The soul of a normal person does not separate from the body, and the living soul of the separated body is basically more or less problematic, and may have long been bent on death.

As soon as the Taoist's soul voice fell, Chu Xiaxing had floated far away, and her domineering voice returned with the wind: "I don't want it to feel, I want it to be!"

As a Scorpio director, Chu Xiaxing had a strong desire for control before she was alive. She gave orders and made no distinctions in the crew, wishing to dispatch everyone around her. Her niece Han Chuning has been clearly managed by her since she was a child, not to mention the other subordinates she met at work, all being fiddled with by her.

Chu Xiaxing is not afraid of being scolded and nosy. If she feels that something is wrong, she will definitely break it up with the other party, and simply go straight to the blue soul.

In the golden and white galaxy where the souls converged, a faint pale blue soul was looming.

In the sky, countless souls dance here, like a mysterious and magnificent painting, and like an absurd dream.

The blue soul is crying and crying, unwilling to survive. It says that it can't live anymore, it's better to die. Chu Xiaxing has always been vigorous and resolute. She first beat the blue soul violent hammer, and then unscrambled it for a long time, filled it with a lot of chicken soup, and finally persuaded the soul who was clamoring for suicide.

Regrettably, even though the Blue Soul gave up the thought of begging for death, it ran out of time in the long wandering, it did not know how to return to its own body.

"This is probably God's will. Although I can't find a way back home, there are still people who are willing to persuade me to live before I am completely gone. I am already content..."

"I'm so sorry, I'm not a human, just a group of souls." Chu Xia stared at the blue soul, and she couldn't help but anxiously said, "Wait, there must be a way. What about the Taoist soul just now?"

The Taoist soul drifted down, and said helplessly: "It's useless, it needs a living person to call it by its name to find its way home. We are all dead souls, and there is no way to help it."

"No one will call my name anymore, my mother is gone, I don't have a home." The blue soul said in a low tone, "Let's do it, I was scared of pain when I cut my wrist, so it would be nice to disappear in this way. ..."

Chu Xia Xing watched it slowly dimmed in the wind and gradually dissipated. Although she had become a group of dead souls, but witnessed the disappearance of the living souls, she felt quite uncomfortable in her heart, and simply asked: "Girl, what is your name? what?"

When Chu Xiaxing tried to persuade the soul, she heard some things from the other party, and she always felt that the soul was still a young girl. There was no fluctuation in her heart at her funeral, but she couldn't bear to watch the fall of the young child.

"My name is Chu Xiaxin."

"Xia Xin? Xia Xing? Our name seems to be destined." Chu Xiaxing murmured, "Chu Xiaxin, Chu Xiaxin..."

Chu Xiaxing whispered the real name of the blue soul again, and saw that it was like a fleeting firework, completely disappearing in the air, and no way back.

"Thank you for calling my name."

These were the last words before the blue soul drifted away, which made Chu Xia Xing quite surprised.

She hovered in mid-air for a long time, then caught up with the other dead souls and returned to the large army.

Chu Xiaxing felt like she had a long dream. In her dream, she was an invisible golden and white soul, colliding with the blue soul in mid-air, forcing the other party to return to the original body, but in the end Regrettably watch it dissipate.

"Chu Xiaxin (xīng)! Chu Xiaxin (xīng)! Wake up!"

"It can really trouble me..."

"Are you crazy? Don't die here if you want to die!?"

"Chu Xiaxin (xīng)——"

Chu Xiaxing was finally awakened by a violent drink. She opened her eyes irritably, wondering who would dare to call herself by first name and last name, and her tone was so unceremonious, but she found herself lying in the bathtub, her body limp. She was in a closed bathroom, and the person next to her was not her niece Han Chuning, but a plain strange woman.

Seeing that the other party wakes up, Xiao Cheng, her agent, let out a long sigh of relief, and then yelled: "Chu Xiaxin (xīng)! Are you sick? You are afraid that the news is not big enough, and now you have to play wrist cutting!"

"I'm telling you, don't engage in this kind of non-mainstream little girl's routine. You still lie in the bathtub and bleed in the spring and autumn. The success rate of suicide by cutting the wrist is only 20%, and the more people are disabled..."

Chu Xiaxing lifted up her white wrist in a daze, and she saw the scars left by several wounds that had coagulated and stopped bleeding. Chu Xiaxin said that she was afraid of pain. When she talked about cutting her wrists, she was taught by Chu Xingyu earnestly.

Chu Xiaxin did not cut her wrists successfully, but finally disappeared due to the separation of her soul.

Chu Xiaxing recalled the blue soul, and faced the unexpected and unfamiliar situation, she hadn't fully recovered from it.

"Chu Xiaxin (xīng), are you listening to me!" Xiaocheng, the manager, saw her without vision and immediately reminded her impatiently.

"Chu Xiaxin (xīn)." Chu Xiaxing was yelled with headache by the strange woman's roar. She subconsciously wanted to rub her temples, but she also affected the wounds on her wrists. She couldn't help taking a breath. She seemed to be aware of the strange things that had happened to her, and there were not many little girls in the world who had the same name as her and cut their wrists.

The agent Xiaocheng was taken aback: "What?"

Chu Xiaxing raised her eyebrows and squinted at her, and said lightly: "Chu Xiaxin (xīn), is it the core or the star, do you have no distinction between the front and back nasal sounds?"

Because the strange woman couldn't pronounce it at first, Chu Xiaxing mistakenly thought that someone was calling herself. She felt that this matter was outrageous, no one called back the soul of Chu Xiaxin, but inexplicably called herself over.

Chu Xiaxing is now suffering from an occupational disease. She just can't hear the wrong pronunciation and feels unwell. Even now is the age of dubbing, she still resists actors forgetting words on the spot, let alone mispronounced directly.

Chu Xiaxing: The soul is cold, you still can't tell!

Xiaocheng was blocked by the other party, and immediately became angry and said: "Chu Xiaxin (xīng), you are bored, aren't you bored!?"

Chu Xiaxing thought that this was not a set, and walked along: "Forget it, you don't seem to be able to make this sound, so don't force it..."

"If you don't answer the phone for five or six hours, you will know that you are fooling around in the house. If you want to die, you will die. I don't bother to care about you, but don't die in the company rented room! Bad luck!" She was half-dead with anger. She had a normal relationship with Chu Xiaxin. At first, she was really afraid that the artist would die in the bathtub. Now that the other party regained her spirit and talked back, she immediately returned to her old appearance.

Xiao Cheng, the agent, slammed the portfolio in her hand to the table, and she didn't want to deal with Chu Xiaxin, who is now embroiled in the scandal, and slammed the door and left.

Chu Xiaxing crawled out of the bathtub dazedly. Although the wound on his wrist was scabs, the blood loss was real. She didn't want to ask for help from strange women with ordinary attitudes, and she didn't understand the situation around Chu Xiaxin, so she had better keep less contact with these people.

Chu Xiaxing would only ask for help from the most trusted person. She wandered around in the cramped room, found Chu Xiaxin's mobile phone, dialed the phone number that she had memorized, and then heard Han Chuning's familiar and low voice. .

"Hello, hello." Han Chuning has been busy organizing Chu Xiaxing's funeral recently. Her mood is really bad, and her voice is dumb.

Chu Xiaxing calmly said: "Hey, Ningning, I am your aunt, you quickly call a car to pick me up, I'm..."

Chu Xiaxing looked around hesitantly. She didn't know where it was, and she was at a loss for a while: "I don't know where I am. I will post your position after I study it. You will bring a small fried pork liver later. Come here, and serve with a portion of celery and lily... Don't add spicy stir-fried pork liver, it is not conducive to wound healing."

"..." Han Chuning listened to the strange girl's voice on the phone, and found that the other party claimed to be Chu Xiaxing. Her eyes were dumbfounded, and she felt a little overwhelmed for a while, feeling the deep malice in life.

Han Chuning: I was in grief at a funeral for my elders, but someone shamelessly told me ghost stories!

Chu Xiaxing looked at the wrist injury and continued to mutter: "By the way, you will take me to the hospital in a while. I don't know if there is any root cause..."

Han Chuning thought that the other party was afraid that the disease was in his head. Everyone knew that her aunt had just left, and some people dared to hit the gun. She displeased: "I don't know what your mentality is, but I think your behavior is quite bad. This is really a **** joke!"

Han Chuning: My aunt is gone, you still come to pretend to be a fool!

In the next second, Han Chuning hung up the phone decisively. She has always been conscientious and not scolded, and unintentionally entangled with each other.

The first time Chu Xiaxing was hung up by his relatives and niece, he was also a little dazed: "?" This little boy's rebellious period came suddenly?

Chu Xiaxing called back angrily. She was rarely disobedient by the junior, and said angrily: "Who told you that people can't go to hell? I'm not here to let you see!?"

Han Chuning: "..."