I have been the stand-in for the best actor Gu Chen for five years, and I even had the mole on the corner of my mouth made for him. On the day his Bai Yueguang returned to China, I handed over the divorce agreement and medical records: "I'm dying, give up."
He sneered: "It's vulgar to use retreat in order to advance."
After I disappeared, he thought I was playing hard to get. Until he saw on TV that I, as a master of cultural relic restoration, was interviewed by the National Museum. In front of the camera, the host asked me about the mole on the corner of my mouth. I wiped it off casually: "Oh, this, I was young and ignorant back then."
Gu Chen looked for me like he was crazy, and in my live broadcast room in the Forbidden City, I was holding a priceless ancient painting, and sitting next to me was a leading archaeologist who gently reminded me to take my medicine.
He called with red eyes: "You lied to me..."
I smiled: "Mr. Gu, dead people don't lie. Also, you are blocking me from repairing the national treasure."
