Rebirth is waiting for you to torture me

Ugly, he didn't give him any face at all, and even used his name to come to the set to visit his lover's class, not at all obtrusive, really intentional.

"Put me down!" he started yelling like a normal six-year-old.

"Put him down, Xiao, he's just a child." It's not that Yue Yun didn't see that Han Qiubai wanted to open his hand. Although he didn't understand why he was hostile to him, such a young child, even if he hit him Yes, how much pain can it have?

"Mr. Xiao, please put down the dog." After the initial surprise, Father Han interceded for his son.

He was puzzled, Qiubai, why does he attack others at every turn? Last time he slapped someone on the face, but this time he almost slapped the other person's polite and friendly hand away. Papa Han didn't know Han Jiawen When did polite tutoring change to violent tutoring?

Who did this kid learn his bad habits from?Get used to it?

Han Qiubai felt that as soon as the hand on the back of his neck was loosened, he fell to the ground. Fortunately, Dad Han reacted quickly and caught him before he kissed the ground.

"It's okay, it's okay, baby, don't be afraid." Father Han saw his son's pale face, thought he was intimidated, felt distressed, and quickly comforted him.

Han Qiubai put his arms around Dad Han's neck, buried his face behind his father's shoulder, and said nothing.Although he knew that it would be useless for him to do so, at this time, having his father's broad and warm embrace to lean on really reassured him a lot.Because he knows that only his parents in the world can let him act like a baby and complain at will, and they will give him infinite tenderness and care.He needs this warmth now.

Even if he knew that the current Xiao Jingliu was not the Xiao Jingliu he knew, seeing him protect Yue Yun with his own eyes, experiencing his indifference to himself, and thinking that after rebirth he would be as strong as iron, he was still hurt. shock.

What you hear is never as hurtful as what you see with your own eyes.

"Father, I want to go home." The tone was dull, sullen, a little bit aggrieved.

"Okay." Father Han nodded gently, picked up his son, and said to Xiao Jingliu: "Mr. Xiao, I'm sorry, the dog seems to be feeling a little uncomfortable, so let's take our leave first."

"Huh?" Yue Yun was surprised.He looked at Xiao Jingliu.

The prince of the Xiao Group frowned, and his frowning was also pretty, with a slight frown, showing a hint of impatience.

"Yue Yun, take that kid to try."

"OK, leave it to me."

The seemingly weak Yue Yun turned out to be a hidden master. Father Han felt his arms go numb, and his arms were empty. When he raised his eyes, his son had already fallen into the hands of the gentle and handsome director.

"Mr. Xiao, you can't do this!" Papa Han shouted anxiously.

Xiao Jingliu ignored Papa Han's protest, leaned over and looked straight at Han Qiubai who was in Yue Yun's hand, his eyes met each other, Han Qiubai only felt that those beautiful clear eyes with slightly upturned corners were as cold as an abyss, unfathomable .

"Little devil, do you know what happened to those who beat me?"

Han Qiubai tightly pursed his mouth and did not speak.It was because he knew the fate of those people that he came here obediently according to his words.

"You have two choices now." Xiao Jingliu's gaze was like a sword, as if it could penetrate the depths of Han Qiubai's pupils, "One, follow Yue Yun, do whatever he asks you to do; the other, follow Yue Yun I'll go, drug dealing or prostitution."

He looked at him coldly.

"Smuggling, drug trafficking?" Father Han swallowed his saliva, his face turned livid, and he said with a trembling voice, "Mr. Xiao is talking about a joke, right? We are a peaceful society, selling drugs and prostitution, this kind of joke is not allowed!"

"That depends on how Young Master Ling chooses."

Han Qiubai bit his chin almost to the point of bleeding, knowing that Xiao Jingliu was not joking.

"I...follow him." The little hand pointed to the side, making a choice.

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been played.

Han Qiubai's delicate face was so dark that ink dripped out.

It turned out that it wasn't his delusion, nor his overthinking, the sudden light that he felt when he met Shang Yue Yun's gaze at the beginning, if he didn't know what was contained in it at that time, then now , Looking at the few pages of thin manuscript paper in his hand, and the lines marked with red pen on each page, if he doesn't understand, it will be considered a waste of life.

"Costumes, props, makeup artists, everyone, don't mess up, move quickly, and start when you are ready within 10 minutes."

After Yue Yun arranged the order, he immediately came back, and happily told Han Qiubai about the plays, and told him carefully about the scenes he was going to perform today.

"You are playing the young master of the Jiang family, and when the leading actor was young, this role doesn't have many scenes, and there are not many lines. There are only ten scenes, and three of them are memory scenes. Let's look at the first scene first. This The background is like this..." He said a lot, and then raised his bright eyes and asked the little protagonist who was putting on makeup with his eyes closed: "Do you understand?"

"..." The corners of Han Qiubai's mouth twitched secretly, why no one had ever told him that Yue Yun was a lunatic who was crazy about drama.

"Don't understand? It's okay, then I'll say it again." Seeing that he didn't respond, the lunatic who was crazy about acting thought that he was a little dazed when he was exposed to filming for the first time at a young age. This is normal and he can fully understand it.

"No need," Han Qiubai refused to listen to it for a second time. The makeup artist just helped him put on his makeup. He opened his eyes and looked at his six-year-old self in the mirror. His eyes were twinkling and no emotion could be seen. The childish voice was soft: "I Get ready, let's get started."

The sooner the filming is done, the sooner he can get out of here, away from that man, and go home.

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6. Chapter 6...

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Some people want to avoid, but can't avoid;

Some things, want to forget, but can not forget.

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"Since Xiao's official entry into Xincheng last year, we have set aside a special department to be a performing arts company, including investing in some film and television productions, establishing a brokerage company, and cultivating newcomers under our own banner. These newcomers include directors, actors, Singers, variety entertainment... Wait, director Yue Yunyue you saw today, he is the exclusive director of our company. Although our company has just started, we have the strong backing of the Xiao Group as our backer. The prospects for development will definitely get better and better. Our initial goal is to become a first-class professional performing arts company in China. Currently, we have signed eleven artists, and these are..."

After patiently listening to the introduction by Liang Yan, head of the public relations department of the Xiao Group, Han Qiubai asked calmly, "What does it have to do with me when you talk so much?"

"In fact," Liang Yan pushed the frame of the glasses, showing a very friendly smile: "Little friend Han Qiubai, we want to sign you to be our company's exclusive child star."

Han Qiubai stared blankly at the smiling woman, speechless.

There must be something wrong with his rebirth.

Without giving him too much time to be confused, the person in charge of the public relations department handed him a pen with a smile: "Please sign in the lower right corner of the last page of the contract."

"I won't sign it." This kind of forced buying and selling contract did not take his wishes into account at all.

"Ah, I'm sorry," Liang Yan suddenly realized, with an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, I'm not considerate enough, I'm really sorry." She turned to Dad Han and said, "Mr. Han, you are Qiu Bai's guardian, please Sign this."

Han Qianze frowned, and didn't go to pick up the contract and pen. He looked at his son who was still in a daze. He knew that his son didn't want to sign the contract, so he said, "Miss Liang, I think there must be some misunderstanding. Qiu Bai is just a primary school student, we never thought of making him a child actor. We appreciate your company's kindness, but we cannot sign this contract."

Hearing Father Han's refusal, Liang Yan was neither panic nor annoyed, but took out another document and handed it to the father and son, and said with a pleasant smile: "The general manager said, if you don't want to sign this contract, then , signing this paper is the same."

Han Qiubai and Han Dad looked at the document, and after seeing what kind of document it was, the father and son changed their colors together.

"You can't do this! This is illegal!" Dad Han couldn't help but shouted out.

Han Qiubai stared at the document with pale lips: "What about others?"

"The general manager has something to do and he is not in the company right now, but he made an explanation before he left. If you don't sign both copies, you can leave if you want, but you will be responsible for the consequences." After conveying the message from the boss before leaving, the woman with a harmless smile came from One item was taken out of the folder, and it was placed in front of the father and son calmly.

It was a family portrait of the Han family. The four members of the family in the photo were smiling happily.

Papa Han gasped.

Han Qiubai was not much better either, he clenched his fists tightly and felt no pain when his nails dug into his palm.

Ten years ago, he saw the same photo——

The family portrait in front of him is superimposed with the photo taken ten years later when the whole family celebrated when he was admitted to the Conservatory of Music——

Painful memories poured in like a tidal wave, and one picture after another flashed by. The past that was thought to be buried deeply, the past that was thought to be scarred and sealed, turned out to be never forgotten in the depths of the soul. The so-called love, the so-called acceptance and strength, are still He looked away self-righteously, but it turned out that he was just lying to himself.

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A balcony on the second floor of a luxury villa somewhere.

"When did the prince change his taste?" Yue Yun's handsome facial features wrinkled together, gently shaking the glass in his hand, watching the dark red liquid reflect an attractive color in the sun, squinting