The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

When Shen Muyun pushed open the door of the dressing room, the man was reclining on the beauty couch with his eyes closed, his blue hair hanging down from the air, scattered on his chest and arms, he was very comfortable waving the small enamel fan in his hand, and humming a little song Son.

"What are you doing?" Shen Muyun stepped forward in twos and threes, his burly body unconsciously gave a strong sense of oppression.

Shen Moyan slowly opened his eyes, as if streams of light were overflowing in his eyes, he half looked down at Shen Muyun, who had a bad complexion, and slowly evoked a casual smile: "I'm resting, didn't you see?"

"The concert outside is still going on, so what's the point of you leaving a bass player there?" Shen Muyun was furious, glared at the man and reprimanded him in a deep voice.

"Tsk." Anyone else would be terrified by this hulking man, but Shen Moyan still smiled, shaking his head lightly and said, "It's getting less and less cute. I think you were skinny when I picked you up. Tuan, I didn't expect that now that I've grown up, I'm not as clever and playful as I was when I was a child."

Suddenly two blushes appeared on his face, Shen Muyun turned his head slightly embarrassed, covered his face and coughed lightly.This shy appearance is not commensurate with the tall figure, and it is rare to reveal a childish look.

"I'm no longer a child." He had a thick magnetic voice, but his words seemed unconvincing.

He is an abandoned child picked up by Shen Moyan, a cub raised by wolves.

In 1959, two years of natural disasters across the country were more terrifying than recorded in the historical records. The land was gnawed by hungry people until not a single blade of grass grew.

Shen Moyan had no choice but to be found in his house in the mountain forest, and wanted to move to another place, but unexpectedly met Shen Muyun.

Those of the wolves who should have starved to death were starved to death, and those who were not starved to death were also beaten for rations.At the age of 17, he was wounded all over his body, hungry, and he was clearly unable to hold on, but he still fiercely blocked the way of those who came.

The man with the corpse on his back in front of him was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, his brows were cold and condescending, looking down at him with a half-smile, and his long and narrow eyes were dark and seductive.

He was doomed to lose from the beginning of the battle. He grinned his teeth and fell to the ground unwillingly and twitched. The blood stained the yellow ground, and also attracted the remaining beasts in the hidden grass nearby, approaching every step of the way.

"Do you want to survive?" A dreamlike voice sounded from Shen Moyan's mouth, like a monster emerging from the depths of hell, even saving is like killing.

The fear of death made him nod desperately, longing for a man to rescue him.Shen Moyan smiled unfathomably, squatted down and cut the skin of his fingertips, and warm blood flowed between his teeth.

The scars on his body, which were originally hideous, healed instantly, and even the stomach and intestines that had not eaten for many days instantly returned to normal, and he no longer felt hungry.Gradually his physique soared, his thin limbs became more muscular, and he was several times stronger than before. He was so surprised that he touched his body back and forth, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Can't talk?" The man looked at him thoughtfully, with the corners of his mouth raised as if admiring something interesting: "The wolf cub is really good, why don't you stay by my side?"

The outstretched palm was white and tender, with clear meridian lines. He hid back in horror, hesitated for a while, and then put his paws into the warmth.Perhaps since then, the man has been engraved into his own blood and spread, and even today, he often appears in dreams at midnight, piercing his heart.

The dusk gradually infiltrated the entire sky, and the clouds were also cultivated into a charming color. Shen Moyan looked into the distance, and the breeze blew over the three thousand black hairs on his forehead, and suddenly made a beautiful arc: "The setting sun is like blood, the clouds are like songs, I will call you Shen Muyun from now on."

When he was young and ignorant, he looked up at this man with his big round eyes as if possessed by a demon. He didn't understand the meaning of his name, A Mao, A Gou, or Zhang San Li Si, but Shen Moyan seemed very satisfied. The first character is also Mu Yun's "Mu".

It has been more than fifty years since his name was called, Shen Moyan's appearance remains the same, and he has finally grown up and matured over the years. Over the years, the man once said with an unpredictable expression: "The world is wasted, you and I are neither dead nor alive Not good."

He doesn't understand why the man is clearly smiling but it feels like crying, and he doesn't even understand the meaning of the poems that the man repeatedly wrote. He is a wolf, and he only longs to be guarded by the man's side day and night, fulfilling all wishes.

Shen Muyun looked at Shen Moyan who was on the beauty's couch, with mixed feelings in his heart, he retorted embarrassingly: "Don't keep treating me like a child."

"Ha," Shen Moyan chuckled, with casual affection in his words: "In my eyes, you will always be that poor wolf cub."

Shen Muyun pursed the corners of her lips angrily, complaining about the man's attitude of being like a father like a brother, and didn't plan to continue this topic: "You seem to be in a good mood today, it's rare to see you smile."

"Hmm." A light flashed in his long and narrow eyes, Shen Moyan waved his fan leisurely, but couldn't help showing excitement: "I saw him."

"Who?" Shen Muyun's heart tightened for some reason, as if he had guessed something.

The smile in his eyes deepened, Shen Moyan looked at him, his red lips parted slightly, and the words were clear: "Xue Shaoqing." After a pause, he continued: "Now it's time to call him Wang Ye."

"Chairman Wang?!" Shen Muyun was startled suddenly, staring at the man with weird eyes, and asked in disbelief: "When did you meet him? Do you know who he is? Are you so sure that he is Xue Shaoqing? Are you crazy!"

Shen Moyan frowned slightly at the wolf cub's repeated questioning, and said in a cold voice: "I'm sure, they look exactly the same. Although their temperament has changed, I still recognize him at a glance. I just went out in a fake panic and stole his wallet." I only found out that his name is Wang Ye in this life, but it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter who he is.”

"Crazy! If you want to be crazy, you are crazy!" Shen Muyun didn't want to talk to him any more, turned around and opened the door to leave, but just happened to see the scene manager standing at the door tremblingly looking around.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the stage manager hurriedly bowed to the two of them, her trembling words were unfavorable: "Boss Shen, the solo time here is too long, and the fans in the audience are rushing, look..."

"Understood." Shen Moyan stood up gracefully and walked out the door.

When passing by Shen Muyun's side, he couldn't help reminding: "The Wang Group is our sponsor, so their chairman, I believe you must have a way ~ let me see him at the celebration banquet tonight~" He turned his head , the amber beads met the black eyes of the wolf cub, and the voice was bewitching and charming: "You will not let me down, right?"

Shen Muyun clenched his fists and his gums trembled, but after the man finished speaking, he turned around calmly and returned to the stage confidently.

The deafening cheers from the fans seemed to break through the sky, and Shen Moyan seemed to pass by Wang Ye, who was negotiating with the staff in the VIP area, as if he had thrown a stone into his heart, causing ripples.

80 years, already 80 years, he waited too long, too long, too long...