Rebirth of the King

An Cheng followed behind Qi Yan, watching his nose, nose and heart.

According to the current situation, to be honest, he wanted to laugh a little, but when he remembered whose funeral it was at, he couldn't laugh for a moment.

Because the one who has been able to attend his own funeral throughout the ages, he must be No. 1, right?

What's more, watching other people's faces at Ancheng's funeral is actually very interesting.

"Xiao Zhong, go get the flowers." Qi Yan broke the silence.

It has to be said that Ancheng now feels that his mind is a little messed up, because he needs to hold a handful of flowers to worship himself, and then ask Ancheng's spirit in the sky to give Zhong Mingxi's body a good future.Although he didn't believe in the ways of these ghosts and gods, after this inexplicable time travel, he changed a little bit.

"Why are you in a daze?" Qi Yan asked coldly, quite impatiently.

Passers-by kept looking this way, after all, Qi Yan was walking with a little-known starlet, even if it was for publicity, it was considered a hot spot.

What's more, Qi Yan, one of the two, is a famous director with unknown sexual orientation.

However, An Cheng immediately came to his senses, said sorry in a low voice, and went forward to say goodbye, and came over with a bouquet of flowers. It was sold by a special flower stand here, and he could also make a small fortune.An Cheng touched his pocket, and then realized that Qi Yan had given him a handful of money to stuff it in at some point, and immediately felt relieved.

Such emotions made him a little inexplicable, as if too many times, people would drift with the flow involuntarily.

Holding people's hands is short, you have to bow your head.

An Cheng rubbed the center of his eyebrows, then whispered a thank you to Qi Yan.

Unexpectedly, Qi Yan didn't intend to talk to people this time, and directly took a bunch of flowers from An Cheng's hand, then turned around and left, saying indifferently: "See you later."

An Cheng was left on the spot, suddenly a little dumbfounded.

It was also the first time that he couldn't figure out Qi Yan's thoughts.

The people next to him were in a hurry, and no one even glanced at this side. An Cheng stood and thought for a while, then called Lian Qing: "Are you in the cemetery?"

Lian Qing quickly rushed to meet Ancheng, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Zhong, where did you go just now?"

"Turning around here, it's okay," Ancheng said succinctly, while reaching out to take the thermos cup Lian Qing was holding: "Next time I'm not going outside, don't bring me a thermos cup, it's too heavy for you It’s inconvenient to hold it by yourself.”

I have to say that there are not many entertainers like An Cheng who are considerate to others, so Lian Qing was startled and then smiled: "It's okay, anyway, I'm a woman, don't worry."

Ancheng smiled, and that smile carried a bit of usual gentleness, which made Lian Qing couldn't help but click his tongue twice, not knowing what to say.

"Let's go," An Cheng said calmly, "It's about time."

They didn't come early in the first place, and there was a saying that it was no more than twelve o'clock in the tomb worship. Thinking of this, An Cheng couldn't help but quicken a few steps.

Unexpectedly, when they came to the side of the cemetery, they happened to see a big show.

The two people confronting each other were acquaintances, one was Yan Qinglian, the queen who was as famous as Ancheng back then, and the other was Gu Xuan.Ancheng knew it was not good at a glance. After all, the two of them just stood in the lobby. They were too imposing and eye-catching. Everyone cared about the status of these two people. They looked at each other, and no one dared to go up. pull frame.

Yan Qinglian stared at Gu Xuan in front of him: "The police have filed a case, how long do you think you can hide?"

There was a gloomy look in Gu Xuan's eyes. He raised his head to look at An Cheng's posthumous photo, and then snorted coldly: "I would like to ask Empress Yan, in what capacity are you planning to question me? What's more, If I remember correctly, if Tian Hou said this without evidence, she would be sued for defamation."

There was disgust in Yan Qinglian's eyes. She tightly clenched Danko's nails into the palm of her hand, and then released them silently: "I am a friend of Ancheng. I am different from some people. I am obviously the person he trusts the most. But it was at the last moment after taking advantage of everything."

It has to be said that Ancheng felt that Yan Qinglian's words were a little poignant.

Yan Qinglian is a famous actress in the entertainment industry. She is not only beautiful, but also has a hot temper. She is good with most of the artists, not to mention that she has a temperament that loves to fight against injustice.Hearing these words this time, An Cheng didn't think too much about it.

I just feel a little worthless for myself. Similarly, there is also the gratitude that I can't express.

Lian Qing, who was standing beside An Cheng, tugged An Cheng's sleeve subconsciously: "Zhong..."

"You can call it whatever you want." An Cheng felt a little headache from being called by Mr. Zhong one by one, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to signal to stop.

"Well, Mingxi?" Lian Qing thought for a while, and then continued in a low voice: "I think Yan Tianhou should have liked An Tianwang back then, maybe she likes King An now?"

An Cheng was completely shocked. He stood there in astonishment, almost speechless. After a while, he saw Lian Qing subconsciously tugging at his sleeve: "Mingxi?"

Ancheng tried hard to find his own voice, but he became a little hoarse: "You think too much, it's impossible."

Lian Qing really didn't know why this person objected, but he still didn't say anything, carefully poked his head out of the crowd to read gossip.

Everyone loves gossip, even Qing is no exception.

It's just that this play is too difficult for an audience like An Cheng.

He could see that Yan Qinglian was working hard to protect the dead Ancheng, and he could also see the disgust in the eyes of the person he had given everything he had back then.

If he was really in the underworld, he would probably be revived.An Cheng subconsciously lowered his head and smiled, with some hatred and bitterness in his smile.

Even Qing Ziran didn't see all this, her mind was full of Yan Qinglian's clenched fists, and she felt a little worthless for the Empress.

"You insisted that I killed An Tianwang, why?" Gu Xuan asked with a smile, with his arms folded in a coquettish and unrestrained posture, and was photographed by reporters back and forth. Naturally, someone symbolically stopped him, but There is no intention of the parties, but nothing serious has been done.

Yan Qinglian sneered: "Only you got into his car, and he died as soon as the Splendid Film Festival ended, what do you want everyone to think?"

"No..." Gu Xuan's eyes suddenly showed a bit of sadness: "As a friend of Ancheng, I originally wanted to keep these things a secret for the rest of my life, but at this time, I still want to tell you..."

It is estimated that Gu Xuan did not expect to die, he kept saying that An Cheng was standing beside him, almost as cold as gray.

Rao was a heart that was soft to death and warm and greasy, but at this moment, it gradually turned into a heart of stone, and there was no room for turning back.

"He suffers from severe depression. Suicide after the failure of Fairview Film Festival is really in line with his temperament," Gu Xuan's eyes suddenly flashed a deep sorrow, and the appearance was so real that it almost made Ancheng feel angry. He cried out, "I... feel sorry."

Yan Qinglian was standing next to him, watching the play clearly.

As one of the few people in the circle who knew that An Cheng liked Gu Xuan, she was the only one who felt that it was worthless, and she wished she could directly reach out and slap Gu Xuan, and slapped that proud expression directly to the Arctic Ocean.

It's just that as a public figure, Yan Qinglian knew she couldn't do this, so she didn't move, just stared at Gu Xuan for a long time, and finally mocked: "Are you a friend of Ancheng?"

"Otherwise?" Gu Xuan raised his eyes, with a bit of a haze in his trance.

Yan Qinglian didn't go on talking, she nodded slightly, and she raised her chin slightly and smiled like a queen: "Let's wait for the police's conclusion."

"No, the day before the accident, I have been discussing the plot with Director Qi, so it is impossible to appear in Ancheng's car, what do you think, Director Qi?" Gu Xuan suddenly turned his head, fixed his eyes on the side and kept hugging He seemed to be planning to use this time to completely beat Yan Qinglian down on the person with his arms folded and silent, but the reason he couldn't figure out, maybe it was because she was too close to An Cheng?

Qi Yan's expression is very cold, his lips are also very thin, with a kind of coldness like a knife, very similar to him, ruthless to death.

An Cheng on the side almost laughed out loud, he remembered too clearly, the night before the Splendid Film Festival, that man was still on his bed, lingering to death.

Unexpectedly, at this time, he saw that Ancheng was dead, so he started talking nonsense in front of his grave, not afraid of ghosts to report.

Almost all the people present turned their eyes to Qi Yan next to him, waiting for his conclusion.

Qi Yan smiled slightly.