The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

Shen Muyun stared at the mess in the room differently, first glanced at Heng Yan, who was rarely angry, then turned to look at Shen Moyan, who was standing in tattered clothes against the wall, and suddenly stepped forward to help him.

"What are you arguing about? Did you start a fight?" The wolf cub took off his coat and quickly wrapped it around the man, examining him from top to bottom: "Why are all the clothes torn? Put them on quickly!"

After finishing speaking, before Shen Moyan could react, he turned his head and glared at the monk, narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth, and said, "You did this?!"

Heng Yan took a deep breath, wanting to digest the irritated emotions from the dispute just now, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and lowered his head: "Amitabha, I'd better take a step first, so you can take care of yourself."

"Don't go!" Shen Muyun took the first step to block the monk, grabbed his wrist with his palm and growled, "Give me an explanation for what you did! It's so good, why did you suddenly start fighting!"

"Who did it, let Shen Moyan tell you." Hengyan opened his confinement, his face returned to normal, and he sighed deeply: "I will find Xue Shaoqing for you...Since I can't let go... ..then guard Wang Ye....and wait for me to come back."

He took a step towards the gate to leave, and after a while, he was suddenly stopped by a voice.

"Hengyan..." Shen Moyan opened his mouth, and shouted out the question that had been circling in his heart for a long time: "That monster... after he gave you the demon pill... died?"

The old figure paused for a moment, and he could only see clearly against the light. The monk's cheeks had already sunk into the gullies, and the bright pupils in the past could no longer shine, but he could vaguely imagine how high-spirited this man was thousands of years ago.

"He's not dead..." Heng Yan smiled, not bitterly, but rather relieved, every word was clearly scattered in the air: "He has been living in... my heart... ..”

After the words were finished, the monk had strode out of the front yard of the villa, as if he had come in a completely different body and left in a completely different body, never taking any thoughts with him except his heavy heart.

Shen Moyan licked his words, unable to recall for a long time, until he was supported by the wolf cub to sit on the couch, his eyes were so empty that he couldn't see clearly.

"You said that both of you are very old, and you suddenly fight when you do something." Shen Muyun smiled dryly, turned around and began to pick up things in the house casually.

A coat was dropped in the corner, he shook his head, thinking about the conflict between Shen Moyan and Heng Yan, he didn't even care about the things, so he reached out to get it helplessly, patting the ashes on it and planning to take it to the washing machine.

But upon closer inspection, something seemed wrong.

The clothes looked familiar, but they were not Shen Moyan's at all!

"You went to see Wang Ye." He was not a question, but an affirmative sentence, and he turned his head not like a question, but more like a self-deprecating one.

"Let it go, I'll do it myself later." Shen Moyan got up and didn't want to say any more, and went straight to the study, but was stopped by the wolf cub again.

"So the rags on your body were not made by Heng Yan, but by Wang Ye?!" Shen Muyun couldn't believe it, even his breath was not stable.

"Don't worry about it, go back and rest early." Shen Moyan felt his head throbbing as he held his forehead.

"Why did Wang Ye tear your clothes? What does he want to do? Violence? Abuse? QJ?" Shen Muyun was so angry that he couldn't control the man's hand shaking: "Shen Moyan, are you crazy? Are you crazy?" Are you already crazy?! You just let him do whatever he wants! You let him treat you like this and refuse to let go! You can obviously protect yourself! Why do you have to do this! Why!"

"Because I can't do it!!" Shen Moyan felt a deep-seated exhaustion, everyone came to question him, everyone pushed him, he was so tired, he was really tired: "Shen Muyun, when I am today Please, please! Don’t ask me again! Don’t care about me anymore! I don’t want to be noisy! I really don’t want you not to see it!!”

"Leave me alone...please...leave me alone!"

Shen Moyan's sharp fingertips sank into the wall, and drew a deep trace downwards. There was a loud "squeak" in the room, showing that he had reached the edge of emotion.

The wolf cub looked at him in a daze, as if angry, but more as if he couldn't bear it, as if his most beloved thing was ruined by others, even his eyes were red and moist.

"Okay..." His voice was a little choked up, he lowered his head and sniffed, not daring to look at the man again: "I'm here...to tell you about work..."

"Say." Shen Moyan looked down at the floor and said in a muffled voice.

"There is a movie, please go and play a guest role. It is made by an internationally renowned director. The male and female protagonists are both popular and powerful in the film industry. The theme song is also given to us. I think the opportunity is good, and I can consider it..." He said, He paused, and then slowly said: "Anyway, the relationship between Wang Ye and you now... It's hard to say whether you will be praised in the future... Now that the shootout has just passed, many fans care about you. ...Going to show your face in a movie is also a hot topic...it won't hurt."

"Yes." Shen Moyan nodded expressionlessly: "I will go, give me the schedule when the time comes."

"Okay..." Shen Muyun pursed her lips, and didn't know what to say for a while, so she just smiled and said: "Then... I'll go first, you rest."

"Let's go." Shen Moyan waved his hand, telling the wolf cub to leave.

Shen Muyun took one last look, still frowning and striding towards the door without looking back.

It wasn't until everyone was gone that he felt he could breathe. Leaning his back against the wall, he gasped for air. Neither Heng Yan nor the wolf cub could save him.

He couldn't even save himself.

Shen Moyan made up his mind, and walked towards the closed study with a blank expression on his face. Since Wang Ye came last time, he didn't dare to open it again. At this moment, the creaking sound of the door was still accompanied by a trace of dust, which was a bit choking in the air.

Every book on the bookshelf is handpicked by him. There are the words books that the two of them loved to read back then, and there are also stereotyped essays that they have taught, but now they are all yellowing and old. Only he, only him, Even the traces of the years are not willing to leave.

The fourth book "A Tale of Two Cities" in the first row, the first English book Xue Shaoqing taught him, slowly pressed his hand.

The seventh book in the third line, "Plum in the Golden Ping", was the manuscript book that Xue Shaoqing brought to him when the tent was warm in the spring. The moment he pressed it, the organ began to rotate.

No.12, the fifth book... "Peach Blossom Fan", the first opera he sang on stage, is the place where his destiny began...

The "Kang Dang" bookshelf is divided into two halves from the middle, and a straight staircase appears in the house leading to the dark underground, bottomless.

Shen Moyan flicked his sleeves so that his nose was sore, his face was numb, step by step, he stepped towards the basement to meet his true lover.

Xue Shaoqing was still lying on the bed, not like death, but just as if he was asleep, with a slight smile on his lips, no different from 80 years ago.

He subconsciously moved lightly, just like when he was young, he was afraid of waking up the young master Qingmeng. He even stepped on the floor carefully, slowing down and slowly sitting on the side of the bed.

The flesh was still cold, and every touch could remind him of the fact that Xue Shaoqing had long since died.

Not like Wang Ye, not like Wang Ye....it's hot...warm....

Shen Moyan realized that he was thinking of Wang Ye, and was a little flustered for a moment. He quickly erased the image in his mind, and lowered his head to carefully look at the man's eyebrows.

"Why don't you come back...why don't you come back..."

The words strayed back and forth in the basement, but they could not reach the steps, as if this method was enough to remind him.

No...absolutely not...to fall in love with Wang Ye