Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

Jiangling, the enchantress of troubled times.

Wan Wan smiled lightly and repeated the title of the magazine, then shook her head again, if Jiang Ling was really a witch, how could she have come to this point?

Shouldn't the enchantress be unconditionally infatuated by humans?

"What wakes me up? In the gray wind, and the white snow..."

The singing was soft and mournful, but Gu Wanwan was a little distracted, she vaguely remembered many irrelevant things.

Rainy night.

The boy who slowly opened his eyes under the ice layer.

A sharp beauty that confuses gender.

The lounge door was kicked open.

Dark wood frame on three sides.

Two pairs of missed hands.

Shen Mei, wearing a slender tie, fell from the stage.

A warm fire at a grilled fish stall.

In the empty corridor of the hospital, standing at the door of the ward, looking at her blurry figure from a distance.

A light tone that says "You're too weak."

Best man standing next to white wedding dress on red carpet.

Beside the blazing bonfire, a priest wearing a sapphire brow ring and a solid-color cloak with a light gray suit underneath.

Standing at the dining table, looking back coldly with icy eyes.

Behind the white gauze blown by the wind, the girl's jet-black hair clings to her waist.

Clenched fingers firmly.

……

Those pictures that she thought she had long forgotten actually appeared in front of her eyes so vividly, one frame after another, like phantoms in a dream, clearly visible but untouchable.

The old days cannot be repeated, and what will happen to them in the future?

Is it still possible to stand side by side, to toast together, and to make a ten-year agreement with a smile?

Gu Wanwan's eyes slowly raised, and fell on the blond boy singing softly in the middle of the stage.

He stood alone in the silver-blue boat, like a little prince standing on a planet a little bigger than him.

The world is so quiet, accompanied by only silent stars and proud roses.

He came to the earth and finally found a little fox. It liked his golden hair like wheat and wanted him to tame it.They were very happy together, looking at the afterglow of the setting sun, looking at the fine gravel in the desert, but one day, the little fox pushed him away, because he still loves roses, in his eyes, it is not the only one of.

"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……"

The song is already halfway through. According to what they rehearsed in the previous rehearsal, the next line "What woke me up? In the gray wind and white snow" should have been sung by the audience, But now... In the stadium covered with sound-absorbing foam, there is no other noise except the cool voice of the singer. Even if she doesn't turn her head, Gu Wanwan knows how silent the crowd sitting in the square on the other side of the road is.

But I don't know if Jiang Ling was too immersed in singing, or he just forgot that there was no audience in the arena. After singing the line "The icy blue moonlight covers everything", he closed his eyes lightly and put down his hands. microphone.

However, what came with it was not the enthusiastic response expected.

There was no cheering, no screaming, no low chorus of arms raised.

Inside the stadium, and outside the stadium, there was a dead silence.

It was as if the whole world was but a lonely cemetery.