Character Exchange System [Entertainment]

The drenched boy was hastily picked up from the water, and was carried back to Lian's house at a gallop.The actions of the villager are unavoidably rough, the young man's arms hang down weakly, his brows and eyes are almost indifferent and calm, only the bright red bloodstains overflowing from the corners of his lips intermittently, and there is still a faint hint of vitality.

The Lian family's compound was already in a state of depression, but it wasn't completely dilapidated after all.The servant girl hurriedly removed his wet and cold clothes, and helped him to lie on the exquisitely carved wooden bed.

Lin Xiaoyi called someone to fetch a doctor for him, his eyes were already red.Gritting her teeth, she was about to get up, but suddenly the corner of her clothes was gently pulled.

"Brother B, don't go..."

Kunsheng coughed a few times—his strength was already very weak after all, and even the coughing was only a slight struggle, and wrinkled his nose aggrievedly: "I'm going to die anyway, if you ask them to beat me up again , Dad will still be angry with me."

"Junior brother, junior brother—don't talk nonsense, you won't die, you won't die..."

Lin Xiaoyi's legs lost strength inexplicably, and she knelt down beside the bed, tears streaming down her face.He firmly held the boy's cold hand, breathed hard while trembling, trying to transmit even a little bit of heat to him, but it seemed like it was all in vain.

The situation is not good.

Feeling vaguely that something was wrong, Muting Che's heart sank slightly, and he suddenly realized the current problem.

According to the script, these words were supposed to be comforted by Xiao Yi.But Yang Fan was obviously enveloped by some extremely strong emotion, and almost all of his words were crying.

Although his acting skills are good, Yang Fan is still inexperienced and has very weak control over his emotions, so he was forcibly drawn into the play by the other party's aura-if Muting Che continues to act according to the script, it will be a good brother to comfort his brother In this scene, the two of them are afraid that they can only cry together facing each other like this.

Although the schedule was tight, it wasn't so tight that it couldn't be accommodated. It wasn't that we couldn't stop filming tomorrow.But for lighting and the final shot, the room was basically half-open. To perform tricks in front of so many people, Mu Yingdi was really not mentally prepared for it.

Hearing that the director didn't intend to stop, Mu Tingche's heart sank, he simply put aside the original script, and adjusted his reaction according to Yang Fan's emotions with his intuition.The eyebrows that were originally frowned due to weakness and pain suddenly parted, revealing a childish mischievous smile.

A sly and bright smile, like a ray of light suddenly piercing through the mist of dawn.It made everyone's heart suddenly light up, but in the blink of an eye, they were swallowed up by greater fear and worry.

The young man was leaning on the soft pillow, his sight was a little scattered, his breathing was intermittent, but there was still a faint smile on his face: "Brother B, I sang better than you in yesterday's scene."

"Yes, you sing well, and senior brother is not as good as you."

Lin Xiaoyi nodded quickly and agreed without hesitation.

Kunsheng struggled to sit up, but fell crookedly under the bed.Lin Xiaoyi was so panicked that he quickly hugged him, and carefully supported him back: "Junior brother, don't move, the doctor will be here soon, and everything will be fine after I show you. You have to take the medicine obediently, take it The disease can only be cured by medicine..."

"I heard the applause from below, louder than yours at that time."

The young man didn't seem to hear his words clearly at all, his already dim eyes fixed on his face stubbornly, but his voice gradually weakened.

"Yes, it's much bigger than Senior Brother's, Senior Brother heard it at home..."

Although these few lines are still the original lines, because Yang Fan's breath is too unsteady, even with obvious choking intermittently, it has almost completely deviated from the original meaning of the script.However, Muting Che had already found a solution, and his brows and eyes were completely relaxed, showing a soft and cute smile.The light in the eyes suddenly brightened, revealing some cautious expectations and prayers.

"That's great... Did my dad hear that too?"

Pricked in the heart by that cute smile, the female reporter standing in front finally couldn't hold it anymore, and sobbed softly, covering her face.

Yang Fan's tears couldn't be stopped anymore, he was gasping for breath, unable to speak a single line.He just firmly held the boy's cold and pale hand, choked with sobs and nodded desperately.

Finally satisfied, Kunsheng breathed a sigh of relief with a smile on his face, showing a faint sense of pride.Leaning back on the soft pillow, she tapped her fingertips lightly, opening a cavity as thin as a gossamer.

"It's easy to keep people in this moment, and it's easy to sleep with flowers——I want to leave but I still linger, and I look at each other like..."

The gentle Kun accent was finally interrupted by the blood overflowing from the corner of his lips, but there was no pain on the boy's face.Just smiling contentedly and proudly, the light in his eyes finally went out inch by inch.

He didn't close his eyes, his gaze was still in the direction of the door, and his head was slightly tilted to one side.All the arrogance and stubbornness of the dandyism faded away between the eyebrows and eyes, leaving only a piece of clean, clear and soft.

There is no one outside the door, only the rising sun, which sprinkles a warm and bright glow.

"Card!"

As the camera completely stopped at the rising sun, director Lin An yelled loudly.Vigorously wiped the tears from his face, grabbed his military coat and ran towards the boy who was almost bloodless from the cold.

After holding his breath and relaxing, Mutingche couldn't help coughing twice, and then he wrapped his head and face in his military coat and stuffed it whole to the field manager who rushed up: "Hurry up, tell him to pour hot water Come warm up before we talk!"

"Director, I'm still alive—"

I feel like everyone around me is a bit overwhelmed.Muting Che quickly stretched out his arm and protested, but was shoved back by Zhan Zhi: "I'm almost frozen to a wooden figure, and I still talk so much—go take a shower, those reporters are going to kill me."

The actions of the staff were neat and decisive, and Mutingche couldn't get in the conversation and was powerless to resist, so he could only honestly be poured down a bowl of ginger soup.He wandered back to the backcourt, and plunged into the only well-decorated single bathroom.

He didn't feel it when he was frozen before, but the slightly hot water sprinkled on his body made him really realize how cold he was.His body shivered belatedly, and he couldn't stand still, squatting on the ground with his arms around his shoulders. He was closing his eyes and counting to gather strength, when he suddenly seemed to vaguely hear someone opening the bathroom door.

The thought of robbery flashed in my mind.Muting Che put his arms around his arms vigilantly and raised his head, but his eyes suddenly froze when he saw the person coming: "Feng—Senior Brother Feng?!"

"Hush—don't make me sound like a robber..."

Feng Linwan hurriedly gestured to him, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, walked over quickly and squatted down, and gently rubbed his hair: "Teacher Zhan saw me and asked me to come and take care of you—— So cold water, do you really jump into it?"

"Did I jump that? Obviously they were the ones who threw me down. The bottom of the river is full of rocks. If I fall down, I'm not allowed to move, but it will kill me."

After a while, Muting Che had recovered a lot, stood up with his support, endured a burst of inexplicable dizziness, raised his hand to catch a handful of water and poured it on his face: "Brother Feng, be careful, Wet you again in a while, and we may not know who is cold."

"I'm fine, I see you feel so uncomfortable..."

Feng Linwan pursed his lips and replied in a low voice.It was only then that Mu Tingche realized that the eye sockets of the little piece of wood were also red, and his heart tightened, and a bright and heartless smile appeared on his face: "It's all right, it's all fake, just to make money from the audience In fact, I modified the script myself."

Looking at him helplessly, Feng Linwan sighed resignedly, and wrapped him up with a bath towel: "Don't move, wait for the hot water to wet the bath towel, and it will be warm soon."

Mutingche felt a little guilty, nodded honestly, and rushed for a while wrapped in a bath towel.His body was already warm to the touch, but he still felt cold for some reason. He shivered instinctively and rubbed his nose subconsciously: "Brother Feng, can I turn off the water?"

His complexion has improved a lot, Feng Linwan looked at it carefully for a while, and then nodded in relief.He neatly picked up another bath towel to dry him completely, and passed his own clothes over: "Is the scene already finished? Let's not go out to eat, and when we get home, I'll have a good sleep. I'll make something for you." Food, okay?"

"Okay. To be honest, I think I can fall asleep standing up now."

When he was with him, Muting Che instinctively relaxed, muttered casually, took the clothes and put them on his body: "Brother Feng, did you come here by yourself this time, or did you come here with Chao Wen? I don't have one here." Signal, I don’t know how you are going these days..."

"I joined Chaowen, and the station is preparing to plan a new legal program, and there is a shortage of people-this time they are here because they want to interview you, and they want to rely on me to get through the back door."

Feng Linwan couldn't help blushing when he said that, coughed lightly, and took a towel to wipe his hair carefully: "Little brother, you decide for yourself. If you are tired, let's go home. Interviews are available at any time." In time-"

Before he finished speaking, Mutingche suddenly grabbed the corner of his mouth in a serious manner, fiddled with it up and down for a while, and then nodded seriously: "Yes, he looks quite law-abiding."

"What..."

Feng Linwan shook his head angrily and amusedly, avoided his mischievous hand, and lightly yanked his cheek as if to fight back: "Okay, don't move, dry your hair before going out, and we'll talk about it when we get home." .”

When he heard him mentioning going home, he was suddenly reminded of something that had been worrying him for several days.Mutingche stood firm obediently, letting the little piece of wood blow his hair patiently, his brain suddenly became hot, and he grabbed his wrist: "Brother Feng, you said that if I were the lone star of Tiansha What to do—do you want me?"

"what?"

Feng Linwan was startled, and subconsciously lowered his head slightly to meet his gaze, looking at the faintly red corners of his younger brother's eyes, he felt an inexplicable soreness in his heart.I didn't ask why he suddenly thought of such a thing, but just rubbed his head vigorously, nodded without hesitation: "Don't be afraid, I want you."

Nodding in satisfaction, the witty consumer silently cheered for the [-] million worth of character he saved, and rubbed his eyes that accidentally got soap foam.It looked like a cat that was comfortable being served, Feng Linwan couldn't help but rubbed his hair for a while longer, and let it go after making sure it was completely dry: "Let's go, let's go out and have a look, if it's all right I'll go back first..."

"It's not enough to go home now - Mr. Zhan managed to trick me into so many media under the guise of me. If I run away, those reporters won't eat him up."

Knowing the purpose of Chaowen's visit, it is not difficult to guess the purpose of the rest of the media today.Mutingche shook his head with a smile. As soon as he went out, he was shivered by the cold wind, and suddenly a scarf was added around his neck: "I gave you a gift for killing, do you like it?"

"..."

Looking at the naive little bear's head on the beige scarf, Mu Yingdi took a deep breath, and resigned himself to tightening the scarf a little tighter: "I like it——I like it even more if the bear can be removed..."

Seeing his deflated expression, Feng Linwan couldn't help but chuckled, pulled the scarf up again, and then lightly patted him on the shoulder: "I can't go out with you, go through the side door first , let's meet outside, okay?"

"Okay—Brother Feng, you tell the teacher at Chaowentai to wait a moment, I'll go find you after I go out and deal with it, and I can do whatever interviews I want."

Mutingche nodded, and stopped him to give a special instruction.There was some warmth in Feng Linwan's eyes, he smiled and nodded, waved at him again, and quickly walked out through the side door.

Originally, I felt a bit of a headache, but when I was blown by the cold wind outside, I was inexplicably dizzy.Guessing that he was really tired, Mutingche took a deep breath, forced himself to cheer up, and was about to return to the front court when he met Yang Fan who was coming back to look for someone.

"Brother Yang, why did you come back?"

Startled by the remorse on his face, Muting Che quickly walked over and waved his palms in front of him twice: "What's the matter, did Teacher Zhan teach you?"

"No, it's because I feel sorry for causing you trouble just now..."

Yang Fan pursed his lips, blamed himself in a low voice, and bowed solemnly to him again: "I didn't act well, I didn't control myself—I'm sorry."

Although he was brought into the state by Muting Che at the time, he immediately realized his mistake when he calmed down, and he broke out in a cold sweat.However, the director and screenwriter didn't train him, and even comforted him that he did a good job, but made him blame himself more and more.After finally watching Muting Che come out, he hurried over to apologize earnestly.

Mu Tingche couldn't help laughing, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "Don't worry, if the acting really goes wrong, the director and screenwriter won't let us go so easily - just like this, I might steal it completely It stands to reason that I should apologize to you for your limelight."

"No, no, it should be you! You acted so well, I'm still far behind..."

Yang Fan hastily interrupted his words and waved his hand vigorously.Teacher Mu just shook his head with a smile, patted him on the back, and walked towards the bustling front court: "Okay, it doesn't matter. A senior said that the basic quality of an actor is to For whatever reason, the performance failed, and we must insist on pretending that the performance did not fail..."

I was confused by this crooked theory no matter how it sounds.Yang Fan nodded blankly, still pondering over the meaning of this sentence, suddenly found that Muting Che had already gone far, and hurriedly chased after him.

The reporters had been waiting outside for a long time, and finally waited until Shi Shiran came out, rushing to squeeze in.

When "Blade Sharpening" was turned on, Mutingche was taking the exam.Protagonist No. [-] couldn't be interviewed, and I heard that the production team will enter the military camp soon, so the media will naturally not let go of this rare opportunity.Zhan Zhi was just pushing the boat along the way, and adjusted the time to the last scene of today's wrapping up, planning to ask his junior brother to take the opportunity to show his hand.

Originally, I just wanted to shock the reporters, but I didn't expect the effect to be too good. Instead, the focus of the reporters was vacillating between the two works.I don't know if the patriarch knows, will he extend his contract of selling himself for another three years in anger.

"I heard that this is just a small-scale movie, and it's not a popular theme. According to Director Lin, the contract between you and the crew is not strict—you've already been the lead actor in the crew of "Blade", why did you still choose In order to return to the crew at such a tense time before the filming, why put so much effort into this film?"

In the midst of the noise, the pleasant voice of the broadcaster firmly suppressed the clutter of voices, as soon as one heard it, the people who had heard it early were trying to bully others with the help of Mandarin again.

Compared with many previous straightforward or sharp questions, this question is not only very kind, but also gives him a great opportunity to finalize the tone of this movie.Mutingche looked over subconsciously, and met the gentle and appreciative smile in the eyes of the dedicated reporter.

Knowing that this was the other party's reciprocation, Mu Tingche smiled slightly and nodded his head in thanks, took the microphone he handed over, and seriously met the camera in front of him.

"This film has gathered the efforts of all the main creators, not just me - there is a line in the Kunqu opera "The Story of the South Ke", 'I have everything I have in my life, but Purdue is ruthless as if there is love'. We try our best to achieve What I did was actually nothing more than such a simple thing.”

"Before playing this role, I knew nothing about Kunqu opera, but now, I have been completely overwhelmed by its charm. Many of our ancient arts are actually like this. They are beautiful, but they lack a platform to be seen by others—— The same goes for our story, it's good, it's just waiting for you to see it, and when you do, we probably won't disappoint you."

The young man stood firmly in front of the camera, with a determined expression and a calm voice, with a confident and bright smile.Those eyes that could easily touch people's hearts were covered with a thin layer of watery light, making the original clear eyes faintly soften, and the cute little bear scarf, without any trace, diluted the too delicate alienation , finally reminded people belatedly of his real age.

Meeting the bright light in Zhanzhi's eyes, Mutingche twitched the corners of his mouth and gave him a smile that everything was done.After politely sending off the reporters who were still unsatisfied, they moved back to the lounge with two stiff legs.

His head became more and more dizzy, his breathing was so hot that he could feel it, and the things in front of him were covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult to see clearly.Muting Che leaned on the table and rubbed his temples, and waited for the staff to invite Chao Wen's people in, took a deep breath, and planned to grit his teeth one last time.

The door was gently pushed open, and it was the small piece of wood that came in first.Muting Che loosened his tension, shook his head with a smile, propped himself up on the table and was about to speak when his eyes suddenly went dark.The strength in his body seemed to be drained suddenly, before he even had time to react, he fell down without a sound.

When the black mist in front of him cleared, he was already tightly hugged by Feng Linwan.

The little piece of wood was probably terrified, half kneeling on the ground and hugging him tightly, but his body was trembling more than he did then.

Muting Che's head was still dizzy, he smiled helplessly, and gently tugged at his sleeve: "I'm fine, I just have a little fever...Brother Feng, you're going to strangle me to death."

Feng Linwan was dazed in a daze, as if he was suddenly awakened by his voice, he shivered suddenly, and quickly let go of his grip.Carefully touching his forehead with the back of his hand, he opened his mouth to speak, but no matter what he couldn't make a sound.

Vaguely aware that his state was really wrong, Mutingche ignored the dizziness, gritted his teeth and tried to get up.He thought about at least coaxing this little piece of wood first, but he hugged it back even harder as he struggled.

"..."

Muting Che had no strength in his body, so he fell back into his arms as soon as his hands softened.Just wondering what to do, the door was pushed open again suddenly, and Zhan Zhi walked in talking and laughing with the reporter from Chaowen.

"What's going on here?!"

I was taken aback by the situation in the house.Zhanzhi dashed over, squatting down to check on Mutingche's situation, but Feng Linwan instinctively turned sideways to avoid him.

Zhanzhi looked up at the young man, but there was no impatience in his eyes, he just sighed lightly, and patted him on the shoulder patiently.

"Xiao Feng, don't be nervous, little brother, he just has a fever and is still conscious - he's fine, he won't be like Teacher Mu. Just relax and ask the teacher to take a look at him, okay?"

As if he finally understood what he said, Feng Linwan's eyes moved, and he pursed his lips and carefully handed over the person in his arms.Zhanzhi tried the temperature of Muting Che's forehead, and was so hot that his heart sank: "Junior brother, how do you feel now?"

Muting Che's thoughts were still on what Zhan Zhi said just now.Some ominous premonitions instinctively appeared in my heart, but I was inexplicably confused. I wanted to think about it carefully, but my thoughts were very chaotic and stagnant.Finally couldn't help frowning, raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows vigorously: "Teacher Zhan..."

"Let's go to the hospital now, okay? I'll take you there now, and we'll talk about other things later, ah."

Seeing that he could still recognize the person, Zhan Zhi was slightly relieved, and comforted him in a warm voice.Wanting to help him stand up, Feng Linwan has already moved his hands first, and directly hugged the boy firmly.

"..."

Both the acting department and the broadcasting department are group perverts, and the strength is almost stronger than the other.Teacher Zhan from the drama department withdrew his hand in silence, and bowed slightly to the reporter of Chaowen apologetically. .”

Seeing that he could understand, Zhan Zhi stopped talking, hurriedly led Feng Linwan out of the lounge, avoided the crowd and went straight to the parking lot.

Although Mutingche didn't want to be hugged and ran around like this, but his body was really limp and he had no strength at all, and his head was dizzy badly.He could only let the little piece of wood hug him tighter and tighter, and there was a tendency to wrap him in his arms again.

Running all the way to Zhanzhi's car, Feng Linwan carefully put the person in his arms inside.Just as he was about to follow in the car, he finally remembered his identity this time, turned around awkwardly, and looked at the senior who came with him: "Teacher Zhang, I—"

"Xiao Feng, I can only work hard for you to follow along and send people there together."

Having already guessed what he wanted to say, the other party nodded with a smile, and patted him on the shoulder: "I'll send the material back to the station first, and if there is anything else, let's call again—you have to take good care of him, This is the task of our station, you know?"

The thoughtfulness in his words was already very obvious, and Feng Linwan's eyes lit up with genuine gratitude and warmth.He lowered his head and thanked him softly, bowed seriously, turned around and followed neatly into the car.

The coldness when it was just burning has passed, and Muting Che leaned on the back seat in a daze, disturbed by the heat of his body, and even his breathing was annoyingly hot.Feeling some cold wind pouring in beside him, he moved over automatically and consciously, getting closer to the comfortable coldness, and dozed off drowsily.

I haven't had a good rest since I came back from the audition that day.As soon as the mock exam was over, I went straight to the set. The four-day scene was compressed into two and a half days. Today, I walked back and forth in the ice water. Even the most hard-working people have almost reached their limit.Once completely relaxed, Mutingche slipped into a deep sleep involuntarily.

Probably because someone finally managed to pass out this time. This sleep can be regarded as the most peaceful sleep in Mu Yingdi's two lifetimes. He was lying safely in the hospital and was given an infusion.

The ward was for a single person, and it was tidy and warm. There was actually a pot of silly succulents on the head of the bed, which looked like the standard style of that small piece of wood.

Inexplicably, my heart immediately settled down.Mutingche yawned lazily, and tried to sit up with his right hand that hadn't been pricked, only to find that there wasn't a single place on his body that wasn't sore and weak.The feeling of weakness after the high fever subsided quickly came to the door, causing him to grin his teeth and take a breath of cool air. He was carefully propping himself up and moving up when the door of the ward was gently pushed open.

"My God—little ancestor, when did you wake up?!"

Zhan Zhi was taken aback by this brat who was not sick but was already seriously ill.He quickly walked over to help him sit still, and seeing that there was almost something wrong, he stuffed a pillow behind him again.

"As of just now, Mr. Li has scolded me three times, our patriarch scolded me five times, and all the teachers in your acting department have scolded me more than ten times - fortunately, Chao Wen didn't leak the matter of your fainting to the public. . Otherwise, with your current popularity, I will definitely be criticized on the Internet for illegal employment and child labor."

"Who said, there is still business."

Startled by his hoarse voice, Mutingche took a sip of the warm water that Zhanzhi handed over, looked at the dark circles under his eyes that were comparable to pandas, and finally bowed his head and apologized with conscience: "It's my fault, call me Teacher Zhan is worried."

"I'm fine. Xiao Feng was really scared by you. When I saw him, his eyes were a little bit wrong."

Zhan Zhi shook his head, seeing that he was indeed in good spirits, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.Shaking his head and chuckling with lingering fear, he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Little brother, next time you better say it before you faint—Xiao Feng saw their teacher fall in front of him with his own eyes. Now you This way, the child is already worried, and he will be dazed by fright next time."

He just said it casually, but Muting Che's heart tightened, and he finally remembered what he was struggling with repeatedly before he fell asleep.

He has the memories of the past life and the present life, and they are all clearly vivid in his mind, but only the memory of the short period of time before his death is blank - the memory belonging to Mu Jing suddenly disappeared the moment Chen Zhou handed him the mineral water. But when he woke up again, he had already turned into Mutingche.

If he had known that he died in front of Feng Linwan, let alone go to his grave to read poems, even if he was asked to dance, he would definitely not refuse the request of that little piece of wood.

Seeing the younger brother's expression become more solemn, Zhan Zhi secretly blamed himself for saying the wrong thing again.Afraid that he would be too entangled, he quickly changed the topic with a smirk: "Okay, this matter has nothing to do with you, I was the one who made you sick—little junior brother, take a good rest, Xiao Feng will be gone in a while." You’re back from the next show. I told him you’re awake, and he’s sure to be happy.”

"Has Senior Brother Feng gone to Chaowen to do a show? How many episodes have you done? Where can I watch it?"

After hearing what he said, Mutingche got excited first, stood up and asked a few words repeatedly.

Zhan Zhi was taken aback by his question, touched his head in embarrassment, and shook his head embarrassingly: "I really don't know about this. Apart from running to you these days, I'm just editing and arranging films. Occasionally, I have a little time, You have to take turns to go to your own family to be trained, and you don't have much time to watch TV-you want me to turn on the TV for you, do you look for it yourself?"

"Forget it, Mr. Zhan—you'd better hurry up and arrange the filming, I think I can take care of myself..."

Didn't have the heart to tell him that no matter how powerful the little piece of wood was, it couldn't be on TV 24 hours a day. Mutingche waved his hands in disgust, and without hesitation, he assumed the posture of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge.

With his attitude, Zhanzhi felt a lot more relaxed.Smiling, he rubbed his head hard, only to feel that the worries of the past few days were swept away, and he walked out of the ward with his hands behind his back in a good mood.

Mutingche fumbled around boredly, and sure enough, he found the mobile phone in the drawer, and it was carefully charged by the small piece of wood.Just as he was planning to check the battle situation on Weibo, he glanced at the date inadvertently, subconsciously calculated, and opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

He actually slept for more than two days - no wonder the old god taught him more times than Li Lao.Even if he jumped off the hospital bed and ran into the group now, he would have already missed the Friday deadline.

I've already missed it anyway, and I probably don't mind missing another night.Mu Yingdi fell on the pillow with a broken pot, and just poked open Weibo, and was shocked by the sudden 9999 message reminder.

His follow and like reminders have been turned off a long time ago. Although he thought about posting on Weibo, he accidentally rushed to the street before he could take action. This turbulent news reminder undoubtedly seemed very strange and strange. .

Muting Che pondered and clicked on the reminder, and looked through it carefully, only to find that there was already a decent movie official blog of "Light Ink Blossoms".He has also accumulated tens of thousands of fans, and the online and offline interactions are quite active. The Weibo that circled him is a short Miaopai video, and the number of retweets has actually passed the [-] mark.

Even Miaopai's sloppy picture quality can't hide the delicacy of the video itself.There was no one else in the ward, so Mutingche simply clicked on the video, and leaned on the pillow to enjoy it seriously.

Although it claims to be the official announcement of "Light Ink", the editing is so biased that almost anyone can see it.From the bright and arrogant appearance of the white-clothed boy on the tree, accompanied by the soft and soft Kunqu accent, the picture flowed calmly - he was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall for playing tricks on his senior brother, he was wronged and cried because of his father's partiality, and he secretly learned through the crack of the door Kunqu opera, secret joy and pride when practicing secretly...

Then it took a nosedive.

Standing in front of the domineering warlord with tears in his eyes, the boy was humiliated and abused wantonly, thrown into the icy river, and carried back to the deserted Lian family compound.The picture suddenly became fragmented, flashing alternately, gradually fading to cold black and white, and finally frozen at the empty doorway - until the last moment, he couldn't wait for his father's affirmation.But he clearly left this world with a smile, as if he was very content, even though there was still water in those eyes that hadn't dried up yet.

Mutingche clenched the phone instinctively, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

It's not really narcissistic enough to be moved by his own face - it's just that he recognizes the editing style of this video.Even without a signature, he can recognize it at a glance. This is a work cut out by his fans.

I'm a fan of Mu Jing.

An inexplicable impulse made him switch back to Mu Jing's Weibo, and found the Weibo homepage called [Shi Jing Yunsheng].Sure enough, many people left messages below, either excitedly or eagerly asking if Da Da was the author of that video—but that Weibo seemed to have become an empty account with no such person.No matter how the people below cried and begged him to take the lead, they never left even half a reply.

He remembered the name.Different from those little girls who like to yell and call themselves handsome, and even feel obsessed with wanting to pick themselves up or crush them directly, this Shi Jingyunsheng's attitude is more rational, but he can throw away at every turn. Produced a series of works in corners that even he himself did not remember.Either analyze the acting skills seriously, or cut a mv that is so amazing that people can't take their eyes off it without saying a word. With such a unique style, it is also quite influential in the fan circle.

He would interact with each other occasionally at the beginning, and would call Yun Sheng very affectionately, and occasionally spit out a few words of bitterness, jokingly saying that he was really tired recently.The other party's reply has always been concise and reserved, almost alienated, and it does not look like a guy who would collect the master tapes of his works like a stalker.

My loyal fan went to make videos for others, even if that other person was actually me in a certain sense, it caused Mu Yingdi to have some extremely subtle and secret feelings.He was gratified that those silly little girls had finally walked out of the shadow left by his hasty departure, but he also felt a little empty and dazed—such a weird emotion made him slap himself in disgust, He sincerely condemned his own small belly.

While confessing with guilt, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open.Muting Che instinctively hid the mobile phone under the pillow, looked up, and met the surprised water color in the eyes of the little piece of wood.

"Brother Feng—"

Grinning guiltily, Muting Che raised his hand and waved at him. Feng Linwan had already strode over and hugged him forcefully into his arms without any explanation.

The other party obviously came back in a hurry, his breathing was so fast that he was almost flustered, and his arms were still chilled by the cold wind outside.The inexplicably empty heart suddenly calmed down so suddenly, Muting Che hugged him back with one hand, rubbed against his neck, and the smile finally reached his eyes: "Brother Feng, I'm worrying you."

"It's all my fault. You should have discovered that you were in a bad state."

Feng Linwan's breathing gradually calmed down, and he stood up and rubbed his head.After carefully examining his face for a while, he finally showed a relieved smile, took out a box of quicksand bags from his bag and handed it to him: "Are you hungry? I asked the doctor, this is edible, but I still have to eat it." Just eat slowly..."

I just woke up and didn't have any appetite, but I still couldn't bear to disappoint this little piece of wood that had been worrying for so many days.Mutingche nodded with a smile, picked up his chopsticks and took a bite, then stuffed the phone under the pillow without any trace: "Brother Feng, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet. As soon as I heard what Teacher Zhan said, I hurried back."

Feng Linwan shook his head with a smile, watching how he acted in a way that was trying to cover up,