Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

In the silence that is colder and empty than death, the wind of summer night condenses into a dull pain.

The lights hadn't been turned off, and the music hadn't stopped. The blond boy standing alone in the silver-blue boat faced the silence, and finally slowly opened his ice-blue eyes.

Astonishment, confusion, shock, severe injury, despair, sadness... He pursed his lips tightly, the light in his eyes finally faded little by little, and the desolation was like a dark night sky without stars.

His expression was so unbelievable, as if this was the first time he saw the countless rows of empty seats.

The sound of music is still flowing quietly, but the singer has forgotten the melody, one sentence, two sentences, three sentences... The clear music is like a stream in a mountain stream, going away on its own, ignoring that it is still standing in the stream. side traveler.

Jiang Ling trembled slightly, the microphone that was tightly held in his hand somehow slipped from his palm, and hit the LCD floor of the stage with a "bang".The small piece of floorboard disappeared, and the dark surface was broken.

The sound of the microphone landing bounced off the wall and amplified over and over again, "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", each sound was heavier and longer than the sound, hitting people's hearts.

Among the members who silently looked up at the screen in the square outside the concert, some lowered their heads deeply, trying their best to cover up the barely audible sobs deep in their throats.

enough!She has had enough!Wan Wan suppressed the desperate screams in her heart, stood up suddenly, and wanted to rush to the stage to stop this ridiculous concert.She shouldn't have agreed to the regular meeting in the first place!What is the need to hold a concert without an audience, a concert that is watched by countless people with gloating smiles?

Even if Jiang Ling really did something wrong, he shouldn't suffer such torture, such humiliation!

However, just as she stood up, she felt two gentle pressures on her left sleeve and right shoulder at the same time.

On the right is Timo who slowly shook his head at her.

On the left is Su Jianuo who gently pulled her sleeve.

Gu Wanwan stared blankly at the gentle young man with clear eyes, not knowing what they meant.

Su Jianuo did not speak, but quietly "looked" towards a dark corner in the northwest corner of the auditorium.

Wan Wan followed his gaze, but saw nothing, heard nothing—no, when the echo of the microphone hitting the floor faded away, she heard a faint singing voice, "What is it? I wake up? In the gray wind, and the white snow."

The singing voice in the darkness is clearer and higher than each sentence.

"I can't see the time gone, I can't touch, that sleeping memory."

In the dark background, there seems to be a pure white figure slowly approaching.

"The white bird fell from the blue sky, and the icy blue moonlight covered everything."

The lighting engineer also noticed the changes in the audience, and the bright follow spot lights walked around the auditorium twice, and finally caught a thin figure.

It's Yu Yaocen!

She was wearing a simple white dress and stood in the aisle of the chairs. She didn't wear any makeup, and she didn't have any accessories on her body. Her black hair was pulled up behind her head, and her forehead was slightly broken, but she looked more and more like a girl with clear eyes. With a beautiful face, in the black and white silent light and shadow, it seems that time has stopped for a moment, and everything in the world has disappeared, only that charming and moving face is real and palpable.