Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

Until a long time later, Gu Wanwan still couldn't recall her mood at the opening moment of the concert.

Of course, she had no way to ask Jiang Ling how he sang the first song when he stood on the empty stage and faced the countless rows of empty seats below.

Although looking back on the past, she acquiesced that that night would be an eternal pain in Jiang Ling's heart, but in fact, the situation at the scene was not as bad as she remembered.

At least, Jiangling's singing voice is still as beautiful as ever.

On the screen in the square outside the stadium, his figure is not vulnerable at all.

He is still promoted to [-]k, he is still fully committed, he is still male and female, the only difference is probably that when the camera switches to the auditorium, he no longer sees those enthusiastic faces.

Jiang Ling sang one after another, but the crowd sitting around the square and looking up at the screen never made a sound.

For two and a half hours, with 35 songs, the silence always hung over the square like a dark cloud.

In the darkness, there is only the reflection of the light from the screen occasionally flashing in someone's eyes.

When Jiang Ling finally sang the last song on the concert list, Gu Wanwan let out a long breath. This was the longest two and a half hours in her life.

The finale track is "Shuanghua".

All the lights in the venue were turned off, leaving only a faint glow on the fluorescent stage floor.

In the darkness like a great river going east and west, the crescent-shaped stage shining with silver-blue light is like a small boat floating alone in the endless night sky.

The blond-haired cold boy stood alone in the middle of the curved boat, singing softly.

"What wakes me up? In the gray wind, and the white snow. I can't see the distant time, I can't touch it, the sleeping memory. The white bird falls from the blue sky, and the icy blue moonlight makes everything cover……"

"Shuanghua" is a sad and desolate song, but Jiang Ling sang it very lightly and clearly, as if he never had any expectations for this world. Those loneliness and despair are just the color of snow falling off his clothes .

He sang because he wanted to.

Wan Wan recalled the scene when she saw Jiang Ling for the first time.

Among the brightly colored fashion magazines, only "f&b" used cool colors as an exception, and it was arranged in a "V" shape, which was particularly conspicuous on the side wall of the newsstand.

Against the black background of the cover was a high gray wall. Jiang Ling tilted his head slightly, crossed his legs slightly, his long hair parted in the middle fell down to his collarbone, and he was wearing nothing but a black suit one size bigger than his upper body. The open coat perfectly covered the naked chest, and the lower body was a pair of white jeans.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets naturally, with an indifferent expression, as if he didn't care about everything, he could calmly watch the world be destroyed before his eyes, and he could also break himself without hesitation.

There is a particularly touching alienation and indifference in him. He wants nothing, and you can't get anything from him.

He is more empty than empty, but more solid than solid.

That was the first time she saw a kind of beauty that transcended all frames and was almost "fictional" in a person.

She can still clearly remember that under the black-and-white background of the magazine cover, only the title in the upper left corner is bright, and the cold and sharp silver and sharp handwriting almost burst out of the air——The Enchantress of the Chaotic Times!