her rose

Jiang Hanguang was still trying to appease the runaway Lu Sigui, but the person who was barking his teeth and claws suddenly fell silent and looked at the big screen with a puzzled expression, so Jiang Hanguang also turned his head away, and was immediately slapped in the face by his own name.

Comment 1: Sisters, Flying Pigeon Search is a surprise in the world!Tears filled the eyes of fans of this book!I beg of you, hurry up and go see woo woo woo!

Comment 2: After reading it, I have to say something, Jiang Hanguang grew up like that and I grew up like this, I think Nuwa needs to give me an explanation.

Comment 3: It's really beautiful. The scene where she was beaten and flew out by the heroine vomited blood and tears, I really want to hug her.

Comment 4: On the contrary, I want to bully her more. To put it bluntly, Ms. Jiang's temperament is quite easy to arouse people's desire to conquer and abuse (don't scold me if she doesn't really mean to do anything).

Comment 5: Upstairs you are a psychopath.

Comment 6: Fans of Lang Wenxing dare to say that Jiang Hanguang seduced their brother?With Jiang's appearance, don't mention the second marriage, the tenth marriage is the first marriage, okay?

Comment 7: Let me tell you a ghost story, Jiang Hanguang is thirty this year.

Comment 8: Is this a big discount event for [-] minus [-]?admired.

Comment 9: Passer-by, I don’t mean anything else, I just want to ask Jiang Hanguang’s acting so well, why all the scenes were deleted.

Comment 10: Hehe, then there is no need to ask, it is blocking the way of others.

Comment 11: Mo Yan is so beautiful, who wants to look at that white dress and go crazy, I'm afraid it's not aesthetic deformity.

Comment 12: My friend is the cameraman of the Baiyi crew. I heard that Hua Ran bullied Jiang Hanguang every day on the set, deliberately blocked her scenes, and was deleted after they were blocked.

Comment 13: Is it too bad?Why don't you let others act if you don't act well?I decided to scold her a few more words.

Comment 14: Am I the only one who pays attention to why Cheng Ying posted Jiang Hanguang's waste film clips?

Comment 15: Upstairs, you caught your blind spot. Speaking of which, Cheng Ying hasn’t reposted anything related to Xu Ning in the past few days. Could it be...

What exactly is going on?

At the center of the topic, Jiang Hanguang is still in a daze, while Lu Sigui has already picked up his phone and searched the world, "Hey, it's really you!"

Jiang Hanguang followed the voice and looked at the phone in Lu Sigui's hand. The self she was very familiar with but had never seen on the screen happened to meet her eyes.

The song echoed in the small living room, and the singer sang softly, like a sigh and like a pity.

"Zeng Meng was born in a happy family, and he is willing to fight swords with his friends to the end of the world. However, in the world, nine out of ten people are unsatisfactory."

The picture in this section is that Mo Yan first entered the fairy gate, gained hope, but gradually lost it.

"White clothes are better than snow, dye my heart blood, talent is unparalleled, make my eyes dust."

After Mo Yan met Bai Yi, the distortion in her heart gradually intensified. She touched the heroine's soup for the first time, and felt the evil pleasure from there.

"Everything is empty, good and evil will be paid for in the end."

Mo Yan was expelled from the teacher's school, and the picture was frozen on her face full of hatred and despair.

The song also came to an end.

"My heart is born of mud, how can I not be stained with dust, no one teaches me to be kind, and no one saves me from suffering."

"The hell is burning, the road ahead is long, the world is difficult, and my heart is like iron."

Mo Yan walked the long way down the mountain alone, but at this time she was no longer in pain, and she was no longer even confused.

What she has is monstrous hatred, and she wants to pay off with this world slowly.

Jiang Hanguang's gaze was firmly locked on the screen, and he held his breath.

She seemed to be brought back to the time when she played Mo Yan by this song. Although she had a lot of unhappiness in the crew, at least when she was playing Mo Yan, she could still enjoy the joy of creation.

Mo Yan is of course a bad person. No matter what his reasons are, a person who harms his fellow disciples for no reason deserves no sympathy.

But she doesn't think she is bad, or in her heart, everything should be taken for granted.

She didn't dare to resist her terrible family, but spilled the accumulated malice on the innocent white clothes.

It seems that the girl who has everything has taken everything away from her.

That's why she was so righteous in harming others. Even after being expelled from the teacher's school for this reason, she still didn't want to repent. Instead, she hated the whole world.

When Jiang Hanguang played the role, he followed Mo Yan's heart.

The same goes for this song.

What's rare is that every line of its lyrics hit Jiang Hanguang's heart accurately.

It seems that someone condensed the biography she wrote for Mo Yan into such a short song.

In the high mountains and flowing waters, it is hard to find a bosom friend.

The author hopes to meet readers who understand him, and actors naturally long for good audiences.

And the producer of this video, just relying on those fragments, pieced together the ink words in her heart.

It may be a little exaggerated to say that she is a bosom friend, but it is definitely the best audience she has ever met.

In fact, from the moment the singing sounded, Jiang Hanguang knew that it was Cheng Ying's voice.

Mr. Cheng's usually carefree, light and warm voice, after being deliberately lowered, turned out to be particularly deep and pleasant.

Was this word also written by her?

"Han Guang, Han Guang?" Lu Sigui turned off the video.Seeing that Jiang Hanguang was frowning slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he called her twice with a louder voice.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Hanguang finally came to his senses.

"You're on the hot list, No. [-]!" Lu Sigui patted the table hard, shaking the casserole on it three times.

Jiang Hanguang was taken aback by her, and finally remembered to take out his phone and start looking at his Feige account.

Seeing that the number of comments and fans on the interface is skyrocketing like crazy.

Jiang Hanguang's last flying pigeon was a selfie she took when she entered the white team. This is her habit, and she will take a souvenir before doing more important things.

Originally, the comments below were taken over by Long Wenxing's poisonous friends, who scolded her for being indiscreet or toads who wanted to eat swan meat.

Now those comments have long been submerged in overwhelming praise and confession.

Jiang Hanguang looked at those comments full of wives, and was a little flustered for a while.

She doesn't know what to do now, she didn't sign with a company when she acted in "Southern Wind", and no one taught her what to do.

The phone vibrated violently, and Jiang Han shook his bare hands, almost throwing it out. The caller ID on the screen read—Mr. Cheng.

The moment she saw the name, the panic in her heart subsided a little, and a little peace of mind surged up.

She gestured to Lu Sigui, went to the balcony and answered the phone.

"Hello, Miss Jiang?" Cheng Ying's own trifling voice came from the microphone.

"Hello, Mr. Cheng." Jiang Hanguang greeted politely, it was difficult for her to connect this voice with the singer in the video just now.

From time to time, Cheng Ying could hear the sound of typing on the keyboard, "Have you seen Feige?"

"Well, I just saw... that video, you made it?" Jiang Hanguang said while jumping to Feige's page. After a while, her name was already listed before Baiyi.

This is the top-level popularity pursued by countless stars, which is beneficial and harmless.

"Ah, I've been busy with this for the past two days, and I haven't contacted you about work, but you should have a good rest, so it's a holiday."

But Cheng Ying's tone on the other side was still the same, as if she just did a trivial job that should be taken for granted.

With Cheng Ying's performance, Jiang Hanguang couldn't say thank you.

A strange sense of shame was swirling around her at the moment.

Just when she felt that Cheng Ying had forgotten about herself, he was quietly presented with such a big gift.

She didn't expect anything, because no one ever met her expectations.

But now, even if this sentence of thank you can be said, it is too thin.

Miss Jiang, who had never been so "pleased" by anyone, didn't know how to express her gratitude for a while.

Cheng Ying didn't seem to notice her chaotic thoughts, and continued, "This wave of enthusiasm will last for a while. After a while, wind up your pigeons and satisfy everyone's desire for praise."

"Well, okay...what should I post?" Stills, a selfie, or a long article full of voice and emotion?Jiang Hanguang tried his best to recall that he used to pay attention to those celebrities' Weibo about dramas, but he still couldn't figure it out, so he could only keep asking.

"Heh." Cheng Ying smiled lightly, Miss Jiang's tense face seemed to appear in front of her eyes, and she wanted to tease her a little bit, "I said don't be nervous, they will think you are rapping now that you have no rhyme. Amazing talent, love is always the most wonderful at the beginning, but in order to prevent them from getting bored too quickly, don't worry about it for a while, what is this called, love half-sugarism?"

"..." Jiang Hanguang, who had never been in a relationship, could only listen quietly.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Ying suddenly changed the subject: "What did you have for dinner?"

Jiang Hanguang glanced back at the half fish left in the casserole, "Braised crucian carp."

"Just post that, just add a sentence." Cheng Ying said casually, "By the way, how is the security situation where you live? There should be a lot of paparazzi squatting on you recently, so be careful."

"Probably not a problem." Jiang Hanguang replied that the Xingwang Community is a family home for retired cadres. Although it is located in the old city, the security is very good. Most of the community is elderly people, and it is unlikely that she will recognize her.

"Then let's live in that way first. I will have a job in the next two days. Save some money and buy one in the new city." Cheng Ying said

"Well, okay." Jiang Hanguang nodded, feeling strange in her heart that Cheng Ying, who cared so much about herself, reminded her of her grandmother, but Cheng Ying was obviously much younger than her.

Is this the relationship an artist should have with an agent?

"Let's do it first. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me." Cheng Ying was about to hang up.

"Hmm... wait." Realizing that Cheng Ying was about to hang up, Jiang Hanguang subconsciously stopped her.

If she didn't say this thank you today, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep.

"Huh?" Cheng Ying uttered a puzzled word.

Jiang Hanguang's hands were caressing unconsciously on the railing of the balcony, and his bright red and full lips were squeezing each other.

There is nothing worth entangled in saying ten thousand words of polite thanks, but once mixed with his own feelings, Jiang Hanguang couldn't help but want to shrink back and escape.

She was so used to hiding herself that even if she just said something innocuous to the people outside the fortress, she needed to hesitate again and again.

If Cheng Ying hung up the phone impatiently now, it would be a relief for her.

But Cheng Ying on the opposite side seemed to know everything, neither disturbing her nor hanging up the phone.

After a short and long silence, Jiang Hanguang, who didn't want to waste Cheng Ying's time, finally forced his throat to say a low and slow thank you.

"Although it's useless, I still want to thank you."

Thank you for not missing the appointment, and thank you for taking my affairs to heart.

The woman's thanks fell in Cheng Ying's ears like a kitten, as if someone swept her ears with a light feather.

Itchy and comfortable.

Cheng Ying suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment, which was completely different from when Bai Ruo and Xu Ning were together.

Only then did she realize how wrong she had been before.

The easier it is to get, the cheaper it is.

The more expensive the flower, the more fulfilling it is to raise it.

Jiang Hanguang is like a tightly closed box, if you open it forcibly, you will die forever, but when you have the patience to unlock it bit by bit.

Every bit leaked out of it is vivid and lovely.

Letting her completely trust herself is equivalent to completely owning the treasure inside.

They may not even have been acquired by anyone yet.

This must be a very pleasant thing.

Cheng Ying couldn't help chuckling, and unceremoniously followed up on the thanks, "If Ms. Jiang really wants to thank me, why don't you exchange names with me? How can an artist keep calling his manager you? I don't want to keep calling you Miss Jiang either."

Without waiting for Jiang Hanguang to respond, she called out to herself, "Hanguang?"

These two words were suppressed by her, and when they reached Jiang Hanguang's ears, it was as if someone pressed her earbone and gently called her name, which made her heart beat wildly.

Jiang Hanguang's ears warmed up, he struggled for a moment, and called out cautiously, "Xiaoying?"

"Hey~" Cheng Ying smiled happier than the success of the popularity, "Since you have changed your name, you don't have to thank me in the future. I am your manager. Isn't it natural to do these things for you? I can only do this when you are good." Well, we are a community."

"Um……"

There is nothing that can be taken for granted in this world. After all, even relatives will regard you as a bargaining chip in the exchange of interests.

Jiang Hanguang lowered his eyes slightly, but still responded to Cheng Ying.

But at least at this moment, she doesn't want to shatter this dream.

Dreaming that there is someone in this world who will always stand by her side unconditionally.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Hanguang looked at the dark night sky outside the window and the bright moon hanging above it, wondering if Cheng Ying was also looking at this moon at this moment?

It seemed like so many years had passed before she finally made that fragile connection with someone again.

They are together.

Lu Sigui looked at the balcony from the living room, and only saw Jiang Hanguang's thin back. The woman's gray cotton home clothes were blown against her body by the night wind, drawing out her elegant body curves.

At this moment she was looking up at the moon in the sky, Lu Sigui could imagine how beautiful the moonlight would be on her face.

What is Jiang Hanguang thinking?Who is calling her?

Lu Sigui buried his head and drank a big mouthful of soup.