Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

There was a small commotion in the exhausted auditorium, and someone whispered, "It's Jiangling!"

The area illuminated by the light gradually increased. It turned out that Jiang Ling was not alone on the stage. There were three large mirror frames around him, surrounding him in three directions. There were also people standing behind the frames.

The same Greek-style white robe, the same white jade mask, the same irrefutable beauty of divinity.

Jiang Ling sang softly, "The flowers are gradually withering, the fish are sinking from the water, that boy in the river who refuses to speak, who are you waiting for?"

The picture on the screen gradually changed as he sang, and there was a clear river flowing by his side, and his reflection was clearly reflected on the water.

Jiang Ling took a slight step back and slowly looked at the person behind the three mirrors.

He tilted his head, approached, and reached out to touch the mirror.

Each person behind the frame makes a corresponding mirror image as he moves.

"The strings are plucked, the disguise is removed, who starts dancing with whom?"

Just when the palm of his hand was about to touch the hand that was also close behind the left mirror frame, Jiang Ling suddenly withdrew his hand, took two steps back, and jumped away while spinning.

The figure behind the frame also backed away in panic.

Jiang Ling lingered, hesitated, and finally approached again, slowly bringing his masked face closer to the frame on the right.

Phantom is also close.

This time, Jiang Ling didn't flinch again, and slowly pressed his hands against the non-existent mirror.

The person behind the mirror was as close as he was, and the distance between the two gradually shortened, almost only a thickness of mirror away from touching.

"Rotate, move away, and approach again. At that moment, I heard a heartbeat that didn't exist."

The two made a few light and graceful movements through the mirror frame, and their postures were light and beautiful, as if returning to the wind and snow.

Then, the range of movements became larger, large jumps and turns, and dancing began to be used many times. Jiang Ling no longer cared about the figure behind the frame, and the initial clumsiness and restraint in the movements also faded away, and he began to become more comfortable.

The phantoms in the three frames moved accordingly as he approached.

Gradually, it was no longer when he approached the shadow in the frame that he responded. The four of them kept the same rhythm and danced wantonly together.

When Jiang Ling finally slid to the center of the three-sided mirror frame with a one-knee gliding gesture, everything was temporarily static, only the music was flowing gently.

The other three people froze instantly, as if they were not the ones who spun around and cheered just now.

Jiang Ling half-kneeled on the ground and slowly raised his hands to turn around, dexterously dancing in front of the three mirrors, this time, his posture was elegant and proud, like a prince in silver armor standing in front of the mirrors ready to go to war.

Unknowingly, the rhythm of the song accelerated, there were multiple high-scale jumps, the polyphony was used continuously, the lights gradually dimmed, and a gloomy dark cloud condensed in the distant sky in the background.

But Jiang Ling didn't notice all of this, he was obsessed with the illusion behind each frame, switching back and forth among them over and over again.

"Oh, I understand why roses wither and fishes sink."

"Only your radiance is worthy of praise."

He was so complacent that he didn't notice that there were thin cracks on the white jade mask, which gradually spread from the center of the brows to the entire mask.

"Only your words are worthy of being sung."

The originally snow-white robe also began to gradually change color, the pure white was stained with an inexplicable dark color, and gradually became chaotic.