"You?" Ji Zeyu was slightly startled, "No, eldest brother, I'm right here..." He was afraid of slipping his tongue, so he quickly swallowed the last words.

"Why, can't I like Ji Zeyu?" Lu Nanyun's eyes curved slightly, and the black mask couldn't stop him from being handsome, "I'm also his male fan."

Ji Zeyu was amused by Lu Nanyun, stared at him for a while, then took out his mobile phone and took a picture.

The effect of the photo was not particularly good, but Lu Nanyun's temperament and figure saved the photo.

Lu Nanyun asked Ji Zeyu to send him the photo, then went to get the ticket, bought a bucket of popcorn and two glasses of Coke, and sat in the corner with Ji Zeyu waiting for the ticket.

There were a few young people sitting next to them, watching a movie together and discussing the movie to be released during the Spring Festival.

Ji Zeyu was talking to Lu Nanyun when he suddenly heard a young boy say: ""Flame" must be a bad movie, don't even look at who the starring is. Are there any movies that Xiao Xianrou is playing now? It's getting hotter. Xiao Xianrou's acting skills are getting worse. If it wasn't for my girlfriend who insisted on pulling me, how could I have watched Ji Zeyu's movies."

The boy's tone was very sarcastic, with serious prejudice against Ji Zeyu.

Ji Zeyu was stunned for a moment, then glanced cautiously, and then whispered to Lu Nanyun, "What a coincidence, I met a black fan." He spoke in a relaxed tone and didn't take it seriously.

Lu Nanyun frowned when he heard it. He glanced at the boy who was talking, and suddenly reached out and rubbed Ji Zeyu's hair. He didn't say anything, but it symbolized a kind of comfort.

After the boy finished speaking, his girlfriend said indignantly: "Who said Ji Zeyu's acting skills are poor, he performed very well in the trailer..."

"That's a trailer. The director must choose the best clip to cut."

Someone next to him echoed: "That's right, Ji Zeyu's singing is okay, but his acting skills are definitely not good."

Several young people have different opinions on this, but most of them feel that they can't have too much expectations for "Flame". In recent years, there have been many young fresh meat with poor acting skills. Ji Zeyu is not a professional, and he will most likely follow in their footsteps. .

In the noisy debate, zero o'clock approached, and the wicket began.

Lu Nanyun reached out and held Ji Zeyu's wrist, and brought him in to check in. After the two found their seats, they found that...

The young couple who were arguing because of Ji Zeyu were sitting next to them.

Lu Nanyun sat quietly beside the couple, blocking them and Ji Zeyu, with a popcorn bucket on his lap.

Before the movie started, Ji Zeyu was inexplicably nervous, and he was also a little worried about his performance on the screen. The nervousness made him unable to stop eating popcorn after popcorn.

Lu Nanyun could see that although Ji Zeyu didn't show any concern for the boy's remarks, he was actually affected.

He leaned the popcorn bucket in Ji Zeyu's direction, lowered his head and asked in his ear, "Eat slowly, no one will rob you."

Ji Zeyu's fingers paused slightly and looked at the person next to him. The lights dimmed at this moment, the big screen turned on, and Lu Nanyun's eyes were still bright in the dark, which warmed Ji Zeyu's heart.

The plot of "Flame" begins with the scene where the boy loses his father.

In the alley, the sound of running, fighting and gasping suddenly brought everyone into a tense mood.

The young boy fought the gangster to the death, his white shirt was torn, he was tall and thin, and every punch was fierce. The camera slowly approached, and a breathless face appeared on the screen, with scars and blood oozing from the corners of the eyes and lips.

Those amber eyes were resolute, reflecting the fearful face of the enemy.

However, the boy's father still fell in a pool of blood.

The teenager shed tears in the heavy rain, the camera slowly zoomed out, and the entire cinema fell into a sad atmosphere.

Lu Nanyun's fingers tightened. Although he knew it was a movie, the boy's red eyes still made his heart tremble fiercely.

The story of "Flame" begins here, telling the story of a talented police detective Cheng Lie and his colleagues who solve a series of bizarre and bizarre cases in the city. Behind each case is a shocking secret. Cheng Lie discovers that his colleagues, his friends and even His relatives are lying...

In the reversal again and again, the cases were solved one by one, but Cheng Lie fell into a mysterious whirlpool. He wants to find the murderer who killed his father, but every clue points to the people around him...

He seemed to be in a corner, and the repeated appearance of his dead father in his dreams left him breathless.

Cheng Lie was not understood, was accused of ineffectiveness, and was even suspected of having connections with criminal gangs. The entire investigation team headed by him also fell into the darkest moment.

But he was like a flame, burning himself to light up the darkness, finding clues that shocked everyone from seemingly unrelated clues.

The film is nearly two hours long, and there are foreshadowings everywhere. Cheng Lie, who was a flamboyant boy at the beginning, gradually grew into a police detective who made bad guys feel scared.

In the climax/climax part of the film, Cheng Lie broke into the enemy camp and was in danger. He gave up his resistance, stood on the edge of the high-rise building and fell backwards, causing the audience to take a deep breath.

Lu Nanyun's fingers trembled, and he couldn't help sitting up straight.

However, the smile on the corner of the boy's lips told the audience that they were deceived again.

The corners of the boy's clothes were flying, and he fired several shots in mid-air, killing all the chasing gangsters, landing on the car of his companion who came to meet him, sinking into the soft sponge and making a muffled sound.

At the end of the film, Cheng Lie wore a sassy police uniform and personally shackled the murderer who was hiding in the dark. He didn't hate, he wasn't angry, but he was relieved—he finally came out of his father's death.

Those were the shackles that had been placed on the murderer, and the shackles that had been taken off his wrists.

Then Cheng Lie threw himself into a new case, as if what he had done was just an ordinary case. He is like a flame that has driven away the darkness of the city, and it is also a flame that many people yearn for.