[Whirlwind Girl] Wen Jun is like the past

Five years later.

At the celebration party for the movie "I Hear You Like Myself", reporters from all major media flocked to the event.

Gu Ruobai, the former big brother of Songbai Gymnasium, now wears a suit and tie and is well-dressed. He completely put aside Yuan Wu Dao and became a director instead.

A small-budget literary film that unexpectedly became popular recently is his debut work. The movie "While You Are Like Myself" was a big hit, making the name of this handsome director known to all the people across the country.

"Director Gu, I heard that you are the director and screenwriter of the movie "Wear the King Like You Are", so is the movie based on your real experience?"

The eyes of the man surrounded by the crowd darkened, and he pondered for a while. Just when everyone thought he would not answer, he evoked a faint smile and replied, "Of course, to our former lover and past events."

"Then Director Gu has plans for his next play?"

"Everything is ready, just waiting for my heroine." His voice was tender, like deep love words, "I am looking forward to her arrival."

"Who is she? Director Gu can reveal..."

"Director Gu, when will the filming of the new movie start..."

"Director Gu..."

Gu Ruobai took half a step back, and naturally someone stepped forward to stop the reporter's questioning, "That's the end of this interview, Director Gu still has something to do, please let me go."

The staff surrounded him and walked out, finally got into the car, but was surrounded by layers of fans outside.

The black Landia Aeolus slowly drove away from the crowd, and Gu Ruobai leaned back on the seat, turning the phone in his hand thoughtfully.

"Om-"

The short vibrating sound of the mobile phone was very abrupt in the enclosed space. He sat up straight involuntarily with his eyes closed, and his cold eyes suddenly opened, staring at the mobile phone.

The slender fingers paused on the top of the screen for a long time, and finally clicked on the latest text message - "She's back".

Just four words, but like fireworks, igniting the emotions in his eyes.

An extreme smile spread from the corners of his lips to the tip of his brows, like melting ice and turning into a pool of spring water.

That's great, I'm still waiting for you.

"Brother Guan, take me back to the studio."

"It's so late, it's still—"

"It's okay." He interrupted happily, "I have something to do, you don't have to pick me up anymore."

"Okay." Sensing his rare good mood, Guan Hao didn't try to persuade him, instead he readily agreed.

In the night, Aeolus passed a black line, slowly sinking into the brightly lit city.

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"Phoenix!"

At the airport pick-up gate, someone screamed, and upon hearing that, the crowd rushed from all directions like a tide.

"Phoenix! Really Phoenix..."

"Ah, Phoenix! My idol..."

Among the crowd, a man and a woman came calmly.

The woman has snowy skin and no makeup, clean and handsome short hair with exposed ears, but the corners of her slightly raised eyes reveal a charming look.She waved to the crowd calmly, with a smile as elegant as a chrysanthemum on her lips. The only regret was that she was sitting in a wheelchair, pushed forward slowly by the tall man behind her.

She is beautiful, but not good at acting. At the London Muse Music Festival half a year ago, she surprised the western music circle with a piano piece "Phoenix" and won the followers of many fans. They even called her Phoenix affectionately.

Phoenix, which symbolizes the rebirth of the phoenix, highlights her strong rising momentum, and also shows her gorgeous turn from Yuanbudao to the music industry.

Anyang, we have been separated for so many years, is the old man still safe?

Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of her mouth became more warm, she turned her head and asked softly, "Alan, when is brother coming?"

"Mr. Arnold will arrive the day after tomorrow. Of course, if Miss really misses Mr., I can—"

"Alan." Choked by his serious tone, she interrupted directly, "Let's go to the hospital."

"Ok."

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In the quiet hospital corridor, except for a few lights, there were very few visitors.

"Young Master Fang, I'm here to see my aunt again." The little nurse in the duty room greeted him with a smile, and looked at him with eyes full of love in a familiar tone.

"En." Fang Tinghao lowered his head and responded casually.

I haven't seen him for five years, and he seems to be quite depressed.Although his face is still handsome, his eyebrows are still unruly, his figure has lost a lot of weight, and the slightly baggy suit on his body creates a sense of loneliness out of thin air.

"By the way, a lady came to see my aunt just now."

Hearing the sound, Fang Tinghao raised his head suddenly, his bloodshot peach blossom eyes were full of longing, "Do you know who it is?"

Seemingly taken aback by his rare emotion, the little nurse was stunned for a moment before replying, "I don't know, she's a girl with short hair, sitting in a wheelchair, she's very pretty, it seems... a bit familiar."

Before she could finish speaking, the man in front of her was gone.

Pushing the door of the ward eagerly, Fang Tinghao's earnest eyes scanned every corner of the room, but he never saw the person he cared about all the time.

Only on the spotless bedside table was a bouquet of calla lilies in full bloom.

The white petals set off the woman on the hospital bed, becoming paler and paler.

A deep sense of powerlessness hit his heart, Fang Tinghao quietly closed the door, and slowly stepped forward to hold Wan Mei's hand.

The skinny hands that he was used to holding were hurting him at this moment.

"Big beauty, did you see the little beauty today? Has she grown more beautiful? Seriously, I haven't seen her for five years." Speaking of this, his eyes became more and more melancholy, " I don't know if she still remembers my brother...No, she said that she doesn't have my brother. But, but..."

"She is my sister." A line of tears fell from the corner of his eyes, he closed his eyes, and buried his face deeply in Wan Mei's palm, "I know I was wrong, Mom, I was wrong..."

His body trembling slightly due to sobbing, snuggled close to his mother, as if a child who had done something wrong was repenting in a low voice at night that no one knew, pious and vindictive.

"I lost my sister, Mom, what should I do?"

No one noticed that the woman's pale, nearly transparent eyelids seemed to tremble slightly, and then returned to calm.

On the same night, some people are happy, some are sad, and some are as calm as water.