frightfiction Chapter 170 Who do you think I am?
Chapter 170 Who do you think I am?
After calming down for a while, Xia Yang placed Fu Xiuyan's arm horizontally on top of herself as a pillow. As Xia Yang lay down, Fu Xiuyan put his other hand around his waist.
"Tell me how you changed it?" I didn't let him see it, but I didn't stop him from asking.
"You told me to wash up quickly, just to ask this?"
"Yeah. What else? Wasn't that what I was talking about before you went in there?"
Fu Xiuyan was speechless.
"Hurry up, tell me."
"You'll see for yourself tomorrow." Fu Xiuyan said unhappily.
"What time is your flight tomorrow?"
Fu Xiuyan became even more unhappy. He pressed Xia Yang closer to his chest and said in a muffled voice, "Afternoon."
"Oh..." Xia Yang's mood was not high either.
After a long while, Xia Yang broke the silence and asked Fu Xiuyan: "Why do most of the movies you act in not have a perfect ending?"
He'd been browsing Fu Xiuyan's Weibo and seen his fans say this. They were saying that in every drama their "Brother Fu" was in, his character either died, became disabled, lost his wife, or his parents died. There were never any happy endings. "Brother Fu is so miserable." They were also calling on all the directors to give Fu Xiuyan a script with a happy character.
Fu Xiuyan was puzzled: "Isn't it good? I think the endings of all my dramas are very good. I am quite satisfied with them."
Xia Yang smiled: "Is the Weibo on your phone just for show? You don't read anything."
Fu Xiuyan felt guilty. He was still active in the chat room before Xia Yang woke up.
"What did they say?"
Xia Yang summarized what he saw and briefly relayed it to Fu Xiuyan.
Fu Xiuyan pondered for a moment after hearing this: "But who will define whether the ending is good or not? The audience? Or the character himself? Everyone lives their own life, and everyone else, including the audience, is just a spectator. This ending is the inevitable conclusion of the character's life development, the ending he wanted, and that is perfect. For example, some people think that the young general lost his life in exchange for the life of a little girl. But in his eyes, even an animal is a living being on the land he must protect, and there are distinctions between noble and humble life. Protecting every citizen of his country is his unshirkable responsibility as a general. If he cherishes his life and does not, he will no longer be his own. That kind of ending is the destination he deserves. In my opinion, every character I have portrayed is not pitiful or sympathetic. They are all worthy of respect."
Xia Yang's hand drew circles on Fu Xiuyan's chest. Fu Xiuyan grabbed that hand and kissed it on his lips: "Actually, I have a selfish motive. I have experienced countless sorrows and deaths in the play, and I wonder if I can use all of this to exchange for your healthy and smooth life, and for our eternal happiness and beauty."
"Then do you think my brother and younger brother are living well in the other world?"
Fu Xiuyan was surprised that a person engaged in scientific research and education would ask such a question.
"Our Xia Xia is so soft-hearted. Yes, they must be living well, very, very well." After a pause, Fu Xiuyan continued, "The car accident they had in their childhood didn't happen. That's because the driver, who was driving while fatigued, received a call from his daughter, who repeatedly urged him to rest more. He listened to his daughter and stopped at a service area for an hour to rest. The twins, along with their parents, arrived safely at their outing destination and had a blast. Later, when they grew up, the younger brother entered the police academy and became a police officer after graduation. The older brother went into business, and he always made sure to support his younger brother financially. When his business grew big, he invested in upgrading the police station's equipment, and later even gained a voice in politics. The younger brother also had excellent business skills: he was smart, decisive, and brave. In the area he was responsible for, he could almost leave his doors unlocked at night... No matter how busy they were, the brothers would still go home together every week to spend a day with their parents..."
"That's great..." Xia Yang's wrinkled heart was soothed by Fu Xiuyan's detailed description: "Then will brother be less stern?"
"No. He is a very sunny and warm brother."
"Oh."
"Was Xia Xia scared by me?" He was referring to the time in the studio when he took on the role of the older brother. He simply wanted Xia Xia to understand the older brother more clearly and concisely, without giving it much thought. Now that he thought about it, this was Xia Xia's first time seeing him portray the older brother. He hadn't watched him film before on set. He was afraid it would be scary, right?
"Uh... my heart is pounding, but I don't think I'm scared."
"what is that?"
Xia Yang didn't answer, but held Fu Xiu's face and kissed him. Fu Xiuyan quickly took the initiative. When Xia Yang was moved, she whispered softly, "It's my heart, so charming."
Fu Xiuyan was in a state of turmoil, and it took him a moment to understand what Xia Yang was talking about. Somehow, he suddenly became furious, and his actions became even more ruthless. "You're actually attracted to another man! Xia Xiaoyang, am I being too indulgent with you?"
Xia Yang raised his misty fox eyes and asked jokingly, "Are you jealous of yourself?"
"I don't care! Who do you say I am?"
Xia Yang chuckled: "Of course you are my husband." In the past, when Xia Yang called him "husband", Fu Xiuyan would have wanted to give his life to him. But this time, his face was still dark.
"Call my name, who am I?"
Xia Yang teased him deliberately: "We are already in this state, it would be awkward to call each other by our names. Right? General."
"I'm going to throw away all the movies in my home theater tomorrow! So you'll have no one to watch but me."
"Oh? Why not go now?"
"Now I have more important things to do. Let my lover know who I really am." After that, Xia Yang was unable to speak again.