Sir, your ghost is gone [Entertainment]

Gu Weisheng traced the simple landscape painting with his fingers: [How do you recognize such an abstract painting? ]

[Not all ancient maps are so abstract,] Lao Bai leaned closer to the cover and looked carefully, [Looking at the ups and downs and directions of the lines, I definitely did not admit my mistake. ]

In this world, the only ones who know the identity of Lao Bai should be himself and Yun Xing who knows him from birth. Although he doesn't have much affection for Yun Xing, Gu Weisheng doesn't think that this script will be written by the other party.

[Are you familiar with the strokes? ] Gu Weisheng combed through the script with spiritual energy, but the script was just a few sheets of the most common blank paper, and even the picture was printed out later.

[Unfamiliar,] Lao Bai firmly denied it, [It is different from the ones I have seen. ]

"Is there a problem with the script?" Seeing Gu Weisheng's silence, Fang Mu guessed that the script would lead to something strange, "If we don't accept it, can we avoid it?"

"Hide what?" Gu Weisheng threw the script away, "Whose script is this?"

Fang Mu couldn't help but feel relieved by Gu Weisheng's indifferent appearance, this ancestor is a character who cares about everything, if the other party really becomes quiet about one thing one day, Fang Mu will really have a headache.

"It's the company's own book," Fang Mu replied, "The original book of "Bao Zhai" is a tomb-robbing novel, and now this version is shown to you after the company bought the copyright and found its own screenwriter to modify it."

"Fiction?" Gu Weisheng immediately took out his mobile phone and searched for the words "Baozhai Antique Record". He recognized that this was not a niche bibliography.

"This book is quite popular on the Internet, but you don't usually read novels, so it's normal if you don't know about it," Fang Mu motioned Gu Weisheng to look at the fans who left enthusiastic comments below, "There are a lot of fans of the book, and that's why I don't want you to participate in the show." one of the reasons."

Even if the original author personally adapts the adaptation these days, the debate between drama fans and book fans will not be quelled. There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and no actor can satisfy the imagination of every book fan.

Gu Weisheng didn't focus on book fans, he clicked on the author's column named "Bei Yan", and unexpectedly found that the only work of the other party was "Bao Zhai".

It is obviously not a routine operation to close the pen after it becomes a hit.

The cover of the novel of "Bao Zhai" is different from the cover of the script, Gu Weisheng turned off the phone: "I can take over "Bao Zhai", you go to contact the company and say that I want to meet the original author and screenwriter."

"You really want to play "Bao Zhai"?" Fang Mu disagreed, "The "Sin Love" sent by brother Ming Minglou is a better choice."

"Why are you so stupid after not seeing you for a few hours?" Gu Weisheng's eyes were loving, looking at Fang Mu as if he was looking at the stupid son of a landlord's family, "You can pick it up but not necessarily. Won't you let me have a good time playing big cards?"

"Fried chicken?" Fang Mu couldn't help laughing, "You are clearly a canary in a cage in the eyes of those people."

"Yeah, Canary," Gu Weisheng laughed, "I haven't acted as a domineering little lover yet, so it's quite interesting to think about it."

Fang Mu: "...." What misunderstanding do you have about Canary?

Besides, a silly Baitian suddenly became arrogant and domineering. Ancestor, are you really not going to collapse your character?

"Who are you talking about being stupid?"

Gu Weisheng passed it over with a cool look, and Fang Mu realized that he had spoken out what was in his heart.

"Tell me, talk about me," Fang Mu forcibly shifted his attention to the script on the coffee table, "So are you sure you want to choose "Sinful Love"?"

"Let me see again," Gu Weisheng yawned, "Anyway, there is no announcement recently, and I can pick up both if necessary."

As long as the quality can be guaranteed, it is not out of the ordinary to go back and forth between the two crews with Gu Weisheng's coffee position.

"It's getting late, Xiao Fangzi, you should go home quickly." Gu Weisheng picked up the script and began to chase people away. Although most of the exclusive managers of celebrities would live with the artist, but because of Gu Weisheng's habit, he did not have the same relationship with Fangmu. living together.

At 09:30, Fang Mu pushed his glasses. His home is not far from here, and he drove back just in time for a beauty sleep.

Since bringing Gu Weisheng with him, he has become an old man who has no nightlife.

It seems that being too self-disciplined is not necessarily a good thing.

——Fang Mu, who has read countless articles on the Internet in the entertainment industry, thinks so.

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Gu Weisheng didn't sleep well this time, maybe because too many things happened recently, he actually began to dream about the old days rarely.

He saw himself sleeping on the tree with Queshuang in his arms, snowflakes were falling one after another, and falling in the forest gave off a unique fragrance.

The Gu Weisheng who was hundreds of years ago was still insubstantial, and even the cold Queshuang was just a cold phantom at this time, and the light mountain wind mixed with snowflakes passed through Gu Weisheng's body, but he didn't even lift the corners of his clothes.

Compared with Gu Weisheng, who had a clean and gentle aura hundreds of years later, the young man in front of him was obviously much more youthful and reckless. He did not restrain the yin energy in his body, and scared all the creatures within tens of meters away from him.

Why was he born with such a dress? Gu Weisheng floated in the air and looked at his expressionless self. Could it be that he was really a knight or a young master before?

But the clothes did not belong to any dynasty of country Z, Gu Weisheng stared at the corner of the clothes that did not move in a daze, was he really alone before he died?

Who gave him this suit?

After death, I will never forget to wear it on my body. I think it should be a person who is very important to me.

Gu Weisheng seldom thinks about past life, but when he suddenly sees himself who is hundreds of years younger, all the questions that he had thought about repeatedly surfaced at this moment.

He doesn't know where this place is, let alone what time it is, so the days of practicing in the mountains have long been the norm in Gu Weisheng's life.

When he was bored, he went down the mountain to wander around the world, and when he was bored, he just found a deep mountain to hide. He always knew how to avoid troubles, so he naturally lived a carefree life.

It's just that even Lao Bai is not by his side, at this time he is at most a kid of two or three hundred years old.

"Meow."

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, Gu Weisheng had just read Lao Bai, when the familiar meowing sounded in the mountains and forests.

As immature as a newborn cat, Gu Weisheng looked in the direction of the cry, and really didn't know how it grew crookedly into what it is now.

The young man leaning on the tree opened his eyes. The white clothes in the jade crown and the ghost pupils that were slightly blue in the sun gave him a sense of coolness. Only Gu Weisheng knew that it was his bewilderment after being woken up suddenly.

With the specific incident, Gu Weisheng naturally knew what would happen next. He watched the young man jump down from the tree, and then began to look for the kitten with a weak meow.

If he is not afraid of his Yin Qi, maybe this cat will be his kind.

The cat kept meowing, but the young man was still unable to determine the position of the other party. He didn't really find the position of the kitten until he found the narrow hole.

The dream that had been stable began to shake and shatter. Gu Weisheng could no longer see himself in the dream, and the roar of the mechanism's operation rang in his ears. For some reason, he suddenly had a feeling of palpitation.

"Who?!"

In the darkness, Queshuang appeared out of thin air, Gu Weisheng held the hilt of the sword, and without hesitation put the blade on the neck of the visitor.

The clear cedar fragrance continued to spread, and Gu Weisheng couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or waking up.

"Shengsheng?" A familiar voice echoed in the room, "Did you have a nightmare?"

It's Lou Xiao.

Gu Weisheng couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, he lowered his arms: "What are you doing here?"

"Night attack, since Shengsheng gave me such a good suggestion, wouldn't it be a pity if I didn't come to implement it myself?"

Lou Xiao's words were as unserious as ever, but the corners of Gu Weisheng's mouth curved up unconsciously, the scent of cedar was still lingering, Gu Weisheng's eyes froze, and then he realized something belatedly.

The lights were bright, and a bloodstain appeared on the neck of Lou Xiao who was dressed in black.

"What are you looking at?" Lou Xiao didn't seem to feel any pain at all, he wiped it with his fingers, and the shallow bloodstain disappeared in an instant.

There is a contract of non-harm, but he was still hurt by Queshuang. One can imagine how murderous Gu Weisheng was in that moment just now.

Gu Weisheng took back Queshuang: "You were the one who recruited me first."

"Yes, yes, I didn't know that Mr. Guixian would be so angry when he woke up."

Lou Xiao naturally sat next to Gu Weisheng's bed, perhaps because he was not sleeping soundly, the buttons of the other party's pajamas were undone a few times, which happened to reveal a small section of delicate white collarbone and an even more indescribable scenery.

The pajamas slid down a bit loosely with Gu Weisheng's getting up, but his master still unknowingly leaned on the head of the bed and gave the eviction order: "The night raid is over, you can go."

Being so coldly received by the lover who had just established a relationship, Lou Xiao didn't see any anger on his face. He was still sitting by Gu Weisheng's bed, and his tone returned to his usual private tone: "Gu Weisheng, there is something wrong with you."

The room fell into a wordless silence, neither Gu Weisheng nor Lou Xiao spoke anymore, as if they were waiting for each other to retreat.

"Forget it, what kind of temper am I playing with you little celestial master." As if laughing at his own naivety, Gu Weisheng let out a muffled laugh from his throat, "I'm just annoyed by the past."

"Here," Gu Weisheng picked up the script beside the pillow and handed it to Lou Xiao, "This is the source of my distress."