Rebirth of the Blue Fox Demon

The goose-feather-like snow fell more and more heavily, covering the sky and covering the ground, and the surrounding area was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the wind was so cold that it turned into ice.

Chu Ci walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, unaware of the harsh environment around him. Frost condensed on his brows and temples, and he looked like a weather-beaten old man from a distance.

Seeing that the snow was getting deeper and deeper, Lu Yu couldn't stand it any longer. He hurried two steps, stepped forward and grabbed Chu Ci's arm, "Enough!"

Chu Ci raised his head slowly, and looked at him quietly with a pair of clear eyes, so clear that they could reflect the most embarrassing secret in his heart.

Seeing Chu Ci's dumb look, Lu Yu suddenly felt a pain in his heart. His anger was easily quenched by the watery eyes of the other party. Lu Yu took a breath and persuaded softly: "A Ci, come back with me."

Lu Yu is recognized as the most talented director in the industry. He seems to be born with a special talent. He can make ordinary plots popular and popular. He has won three awards in less than five years since he entered the industry. Stars who have been in Lu Yu's films, no matter what black history they have before, can win a turning point based on this, and even soar from then on, countless first and second-tier stars are obviously squeezed out, just to win a seat in the film directed by Lu Yu .

Lu Yu is famous and has a bigger temper. Whether he is an international superstar or a new favorite in the industry, he has to behave with his tail between his legs. It is said that this person once scolded and cried a certain martial arts actor who presented himself as a tough guy.

Before, Ye Qing saw the lead actor in a new film directed by Lu Yu, and after a long time of indulging in it, he finally persuaded Cheng Yu to match him up. Unfortunately, the director Lu Da still didn't buy it, and scolded Ye Qing. Not to mention, he even accuses Sang of scolding Huai for bringing Cheng Yu along.

Cheng Yu was used to being pampered and pampered. He had never been humiliated like that. At that time, his face turned black with anger. Since then, he has completely broken with Lu Yu, and he is unwilling to even make superficial efforts.

However, at this moment, the man who was secretly called "Poison Tongue Lu" by the media dropped his rebelliousness and persuaded himself softly. As Chu Ci listened, his cold heart gradually warmed up.

"Lu Yu."

"……Um?"

"Thank you." Chu Ci hooked the corners of his lips, trying hard to force a smile, but unfortunately failed in the end.

Noticing Chu Ci's subtle movements, Lu Yu's eyes turned red, and he said in a shy voice, "What are you doing, you're still doing this with me..." He bowed his head and brushed the snowflakes off Chu Ci's clothes to hide himself sudden tears.

Over the years, he watched Chu Ci shut himself in an empty villa, watched him write alone, watched him grow up alone, and watched him become more and more silent.

Others said that the screenwriter Chu had a weird and gloomy temper, like a mouse hiding in the shadows, unable to see the sun.

But who still remembers that young man with a charming smile in Nancheng Film and Television Drama Academy back then.

Chu Ci turned his head and looked to the left. There was a flat square there. It used to be a place where aunts used to dance. Because of the cold weather, there was no one at this time. He stared silently for a moment, suddenly He said softly, "Lu Yu, I want to sing."

"...What did you say?" Lu Yu was trembling all over. Although it was a short distance away, he felt that the other party's voice seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and he was afraid that he might mishear the slightest bit.

However, Chu Ci didn't answer any more. He walked towards the square, stood still, closed his eyes, and there was no movement for a long time. If it wasn't for the slightly rising and falling chest, Lu Yu would almost have mistaken him for a statue.

Lu Yu moved his body, but in the end he still didn't walk over.

He knew that it was Chuci's stage, his stage alone.

After a long time, just when Lu Yu began to wonder if Chu Ci was frozen, he suddenly moved.

He bowed his head, closed his eyes, turned his body slightly, raised his fingertips like an orchid, and his bright wrists fluttered in the air, drawing an elegant arc. There was nothing there, but Lu Yu clearly saw the water sleeves dancing.

"Walking around the green embankment, brushing the willow silk, passing through the flower path to hear somewhere, the mourning flute, the sound of the wind..."

The quiet and soft voice sounded slowly, less feminine and more youthful. In such a late night, with the sound of wind and falling snow, it has a special flavor.

Maybe it's because I haven't sung for a long time, the singing voice was a bit sluggish at first, but it gradually became softer and softer, like a stream of clear spring, mixed with vague sadness, bubbling into my heart.

Chu Ci was immersed in his own world, singing an unfinished play.

A gentle tone of voice, a flexible figure, and an expressionless face.

Lu Yu never knew that a man with facial nerve necrosis could be so bewitching.

The people in the center of the square sang familiar and unfamiliar lines, the snowflakes fluttered, the world was vast, and only that one person was alone.

"The flower burial person laughs like a fool today. I don't know who the burial is in another year. Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flower will fall and the person will die..."

When the song is over, the lingering sound lingers.

As if he had forgotten what his next move should be, Chu Ci stood there with his eyes dazed, unable to return to his senses for a long time, he murmured: "Finally..."

It's finally over.