I'm in love with Jingfen Ai

The young emperor's long hair was disheveled and his face was pale. He rushed into this chaotic darkness in haste, like a bird flapping its wings in a cage in the night.His eyes are like gems in the night, more vital than the entire aging dynasty.

He has slender fingers and holds a sword inlaid with jade.Maybe he is not suitable for holding such a delicate sword, because his expression is like a wildfire, with deeper anger and explosive power than a lion on the grassland.

But at this moment, at this moment, in this deep night, he gripped his sword tightly and stopped.

A writer said that doubt can destroy yesterday's belief and open the way for tomorrow's belief.

The young emperor is in such a situation, but he is still enslaved by the old glory, and he has to drag everything that has decayed to die together—or to be reborn together!

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In the audience, a man took off his hat and sunglasses, and sat down under the director's compliment. He was Zhang Tingyu, the young master of Pika Entertainment.

Wan Nianman, who was watching absently on the stage, noticed the movement below, his eyes lit up, but soon hesitated again.

She knew Zhang Tingyu's honest words towards her during this time. As the company's current top echelon actress, she has always been used to flattery. Such a cold face for a few days.

The director looked up and smiled apologetically at her.Wan Nianman guessed that he was apologizing for the conflict between himself and Chu Jin before, and he felt a lot more relieved.During this period of time, she was unsatisfactory. The originally scheduled drama had to be postponed because of an accident with a supporting role, and she was repeatedly robbed of attention by a newcomer, and even scolded by his fans.

Zhang Tingyu's personal arrival undoubtedly gave her a lot of room to ease her situation, and other partners with ambiguous attitudes towards Zhang Tingyu's attitude would not fail to give her face.

The performance on stage was still going on, Zhang Tingyu used the excuse of visiting the set, and watched very intently.

The director secretly wondered if it was possible that Xiao Zhang always came here to watch the show, even if he said now that Wan Nianman came down to catch up on the old days, it was not impossible.Anyway, the cameras are all on stage, so it's good not to let the studio notice Wan Nianman's brief departure.But Zhang Tingyu never looked at the guest seats.

-The young emperor was supported by his people on the throne. On the surface, he was so glorious, but the actual decay and backwardness of the dynasty made him miserable.His older brother asked him to follow the advice of his physician, but he was always torn by his dynasty and morose at his inability to push progress.

The relapse of his congenital illness came unexpectedly and turbulently, and soon overwhelmed his frail body.The rebellious ministers began to manipulate the government affairs, and the dynasty fell into a storm that was about to be overthrown.In a coma, his elder brother was beheaded to death, the people were in dire straits, and everyone in the court was in danger.

The young emperor broke into here with a sick body and a sword in hand. This is the residence of the rebellious minister.When he was still young, he had been here countless times, and people with blurred faces would ask him to pick peach blossoms from the trees in the courtyard. At that time, he would smell the faint sandalwood.

But at this moment, the hatred brought about by the death of his brother, the injustice of his loyal ministers, and the hardships of the people tortured him. He had no time to recall those pasts, so he just stood here with red eyes.The anger of the young emperor was enough to burn this place, but, he still didn't go any further.

Before his elder brother, another picked the candied fruit for him after he drank the medicine, another read him from the scriptures in the night when he was a child Lei, and another shouted for him when he resisted the responsibility on his shoulders. He read Jun Jun Chen Chen, asking him to break free from all shackles and move forward!

But at this time, this person is his biggest obstacle.

Is sickness the most unbearable thing?So many years have passed.Only at this moment, the always strong-willed young emperor showed a hasty look of stopping, but the hatred tore him so tightly that his hand that held the sword was trembling.

At this moment, the sonorous and loud sound of reading suddenly came from the mansion. It was the book they had read together. Even if they read it now, those shining words and sentences still enlightened the young emperor.

He was going to kill that person, whether it was for personal reasons or for righteousness.

A person came out from inside, wearing a mask and a black robe, with his hands behind his back, loudly voicing the new roads and future ideals that they had expected and imagined countless times-no!He is using the hatred at this moment to tell the young emperor that the good old days of the past are long gone, and those ideal roads have nowhere to go!

To use the pain of the common people everywhere to tear up all the hopes of the past and face the desperate situation directly!

The young emperor froze in place.

This was not a requirement of the script, but Chu Jin himself was stunned, because the voice was already very familiar, and coupled with the figure, he had already recognized the other party.

But he didn't daze for too long, he already spoke:

"I don't understand, of course I'm angry, but I don't understand."

"Because there is no future," the man snapped coldly. "You shouldn't tie your future to a boat that keeps sinking into the river."

"I was born to come here for this ship," the young emperor said calmly. "I am not afraid to face disappointment. Disappointment is limited. But I will never lose hope. Hope is unlimited. This is what you taught me Yes, I will never forget."

"I'm just another you," the man said softly.

In the fire that burned the entire sky red, the young emperor seemed to have stepped out of the karmic fire of hell.His sword was stained with blood, and his face was covered with mud, soaked by the heavy rain.

The rain all over the sky submerged him over and over again, and finally left behind a clean emperor who was not stained with mud or blood.

After killing the rebellious ministers, the young emperor couldn't afford to have a high fever, took medicine to support his desk, and tried his best to promote the beginning of change.He hoped so much that people could let go of the endless disputes, but this made him burn himself, and was constantly accused by Yu Shi.

He started coughing all night and all night while his country was still in turmoil.His elder brother had long been beheaded, and his best friend died at his hands.The young emperor was tied to this sinking ship, trying his best to break free with everyone.

He was already very sick, but still full of hope, and he embraced hope with tears in his eyes.What day do you want to come?He doesn't know the answer.

Until the day he died.

The dynasty had not yet elected a new heir that day, the wind was quiet and the sun was warm that day.The courtiers, who had been rowdy for months, were quiet.

On Sandalwood's coffin, the epitaph summarizes his life.So warm and light, too light to stay in the world, a person's life is constantly submerged in the tide, but it will never sink.

On the other side, the traitor who should have died a long time ago came wearing a mask, as if no one could see him, he passed everyone and stopped in front of the coffin.

When he was young, he led the boy to pick a peach blossom. He asked him not to stick to the old rules and break all the worldly things.

Even though he was exhausted, he never raised his hand to surrender to this crazy world.

When he lowered his head, he took off his mask, revealing only a very inconspicuous side profile. He almost turned his entire face on it to listen to a sophisticated voice in the coffin.

……

The curtain call was full.

Except for Wan Nianman's complexion, everyone else whispered to each other with approval.

Under the stage, Zhang Tingyu frowned slightly, but quickly let go.He didn't know who the opposite actor who played the rebellious minister was, but the atmosphere made him feel uncomfortable.It was as if his stuff had been taken from him in public.

The live broadcast room has been divided equally between the barrage of sadness and the barrage of praise for the plot.The director glanced at it casually, secretly startled.It can be said that Chu Jin is still a rookie who is more than enough than the top. He has no official works, but both black and red are popular. From a commercial point of view, he already has a preliminary prototype of popularity.

Backstage, Chu Jin wiped off his makeup and went out, just in time to bump into the person he was looking for.He looked at Zhong Hanji with a complicated face, and Zhong Hanji had to look back under his undisguised curiosity, and he was still holding the prop mask in his hand.

"Don't get me wrong," Zhong Hanji said flatly, "I'm just a hobby, and I've played it before."

Chu Jin nodded, expressing his understanding of this weird hobby.

In the front, Wan Nianman was called over by the director, who said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang said to visit the class, I guess it's you. Don't worry about scoring, don't make Mr. Zhang wait."

Wan Nianman was still a little uncertain, but when the director mentioned this, she pushed open the door of the lounge with a smile on her face: "Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Tingyu was originally sending a message to Chu Jin on WeChat, but he was stunned by a sudden voice. He raised his head and saw Wan Nianman: "Who let you in?"

Wan Nianman blushed when he heard the words, "I heard that you came to visit the class specially?"

The director heard voices outside, hurriedly walked in and said: "Mr. Zhang, don't worry, there is a host in the live broadcast room to warm up the scene, everyone understands when you visit a class."

Zhang Tingyu really saw a ghost, put away his mobile phone and said inexplicably, "I'm not visiting the class for you."

"Ms. Wan is not the only one in Pika Entertainment..." The director was also confused. Seeing Zhang Tingyu approaching, he hurriedly moved away from the door, unable to guess what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd.

Zhang Tingyu waved his back to the director, "Come and see the former employees."

Wan Nianman's face darkened, the director quickly apologized, but she pushed him away.Shocked, the director also secretly slandered him. At first Wan Nianman looked over, his expression obviously felt that Zhang Tingyu was visiting him, but now he found out that it was someone else's place, and if he couldn't get off the stage, he would be all blamed on him.

In Chu Jin's lounge, Zhong Hanji was sitting here looking at his mobile phone, occasionally picked up a few calls, and was still busy.

Chu Jin was also happy to be at leisure, so he simply pretended that no one was there and looked at his mobile phone. For some reason, Zhang Tingyu sent him a few WeChat messages, all of which were unnutritious about what to eat for lunch.He was going to reply perfunctorily.

As soon as the sentence "go out to eat" was sent, the door of the lounge was pushed open. Zhang Tingyu looked down at the phone at the door, "I think so too."

Zhong Hanji, who was on the phone, looked sideways, then looked at Chu Jin, raised his eyebrows briefly,

"Qu Mingli asked me to tell you that we will have lunch together at noon."

The author has something to say: Source mark: We must accept disappointment, because it is limited, but we must not lose hope, because it is infinite. --Martin Luther King.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 dye;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 fish jump;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!