The noisy and bustling birthday party is still going on. Unknown to anyone, a shadow is flowing under the golden lake.
Yu Rong was holding a teacup, standing in a corner of the banquet. Director Yang was beside him, looking at the lively scene in the hall and said, "Brother Yu, weren't you planning to come? Why did you suddenly call me and ask me to bring you over?"
Director Yang is the director of the TV series "Bright Flowers, Dark Willows, and Sorrowful Sky". Yu Rong and he are classmates in the same school and they have a kind of brotherly friendship.
"Boss Fu, Boss Chen, and Young Master Fang are all here." Yu Rong didn't look at them, but smiled and looked towards the living room, "It's rare to see you all gathered here."
"It seems that the rumors are true, and An's is really getting back on its feet." Director Yang sighed, "Brother Yu, you really helped me this time. Yang Yuancheng had originally agreed, but now he doesn't have enough time to come back and reshoot the cameo scenes... If you hadn't agreed to help, I really wouldn't have found a suitable one in such a short time."
"It's alright." Yu Rong said, "Have you found the candidate for the male lead?"
"Nothing is suitable." Director Yang sighed, "This role is difficult and not likable. Talented, ambitious, fragile, and still has a boyish, artistic neuroticism..."
Before he could finish his words, a chaotic noise was heard from the other side of the corridor.
"Master Fang fainted in the toilet!"
A group of people hurriedly carried the man with a horrible face into the lounge next door. The MC, who reacted quickly, interrupted everyone's inquiring gazes. He said, "Young Master Fang may have had a heat stroke, hehe..."
"Heatstroke? Heatstroke in an air-conditioned room?" someone asked.
The MC did not give an explanation, but Yu Rong's eyes pierced through the crowded crowd. When his eyes pierced through to the other side of the crowd, Yi Wan also came into his sight.
Yi Wan was walking towards the living room, as if he was looking for someone. Yu Rong followed his movements and saw that he was looking for An Yelin in the crowd.
An Yelin, who was waiting for Yi Wan at the door, was surrounded by a group of An Yelin's relatives and friends. They joked and asked him to sing a song for them in the name of celebrating.
"Aren't you a singer? We also want to listen to Ye Lin's songs."
"Hahaha, the atmosphere is so good, you won't give this guy face, right?"
"Is this guy the Third Young Master that An Xiao recognized earlier?" Director Yang said beside him, "I remember that he seemed to be from Xiao Chi's group... He looks pretty good. But the way they are encouraging him seems like they want him to perform for money."
"If the effect is not good, it's 'selling one's skills'. If the effect is good, it will just steal the spotlight and make us do more harm than good." Yu Rong said calmly.
Director Yang looked back and saw that Yu Rong's face was not very good. He looked at those people with a slightly cold look, as if he was thinking of some bad memories.
Many guests who didn't know the inside story also applauded. An Yelin pursed his lips, and after a long while, he sneered and said, "Okay."
Of course, I knew what those friends of An Yeyun thought of me—they were just hoping that I would make a fool of myself by singing impromptu songs. In my previous life, I had once stupidly gone up to a performance, and the background music was cut off in the middle of the performance, which made the whole scene extremely awkward.
"Can we sing 'Drunken Peony'?" a girl among the friends asked.
"Drunken Peony" is a very popular song recently, and it is also very difficult to sing. What is most commendable is the opera singing part, which is extremely difficult for ordinary people to master.
In his previous life, An Yelin was pushed up to sing this song. He was not good at singing operatic tunes, but he could have gotten by with the intense and colorful BGM and the operatic tunes in the BGM. However, this group of people cut off the BGM in the middle, leaving him standing there in a daze until An Yeyun, who came out of the lounge, "kindly" came to save him.
An Yelin was about to refuse when he heard the girl laughing and saying, "Brother Yelin, you don't know how to sing this song, do you? Well, this song is suitable for singers, but it's a little difficult for ordinary idols to sing..."
"I am your teammate, singing with you."
An Yelin turned around and found that Yi Wan had come to his side without knowing why. He knew that these people just wanted to "perform" here, so he said to Yi Wan: "Yi Wan, I'll do it myself."
"Come on, we are a team." Yi Wan smiled and said, "I can sing the opera part."
After Yi Wan appeared, Yu Rong, who was about to start something, stopped.
"Eh? You looked kind just now." Director Yang raised an eyebrow at him, "Are you looking forward to it now?"
"The kids want to sing, I'll go check out the facilities." Yu Rong smiled and said, "After all, this is a song I composed, so I can't let the BGM be interrupted in the middle of it."
Yi Wan followed An Yelin onto the stage. The lights and the eyes of the celebrities were focused on the two of them. An Yelin whispered, "This has nothing to do with you."
"Sing well." Yi Wan only replied with three words.
The sounds of flute and Xiao sounded as a prelude, followed by a graceful and magnificent sound like pearls falling to the ground.
"Drunken Peony" is just as its name suggests, it is a song with great difficulty and a wide range of room for expression. If the range is not wide enough, the melody is not moving enough, and the transition is not smooth enough, any imperfection will be an indelible blow to this song.
Director Yang was a little nervous and skeptical at this point, especially since the singers were two young, unknown idols. But when they sang the first line, two words flashed in his mind.
"It's stable."
It’s really stable!
It's hard to imagine that these two have not debuted yet. For newcomers, a common problem with singing is that it is not "stable". The breath is intermittent, the rhythm is off, the emotion is not invested... But when these two started, everything was stable as if they were not two trainees, but had been practicing for decades.
Among them, An Yelin was even better, almost amazing. What was even more amazing was that he seemed to cooperate with Yi Wan's singing very naturally, as if he had practiced it many times... However, when the accompaniment became more and more passionate and reached the most colorful opera singing section, Director Yang's eyes lit up!
Absolutely brilliant!
That lingering tone like a continuous stream of water, that "style" in every gesture... Especially that style, with an ancient charm, like a female lead who walked out of a painting... The moment Yi Wan opened her eyes, Director Yang made a choice in his heart.
Who is this person? He looks very familiar to An Yelin, so he should be from AT... In that case, this must be it!
As soon as the song stopped, the whole audience cheered. Everyone clapped their hands, eagerly praising the perfect coordination between the two. Their eyes were shining with amazement.
"Encore!" someone shouted.
Some even took a video and posted it online. The limelight of the whole event was completely stolen by these two people. The guests asked for their names. The two simply thanked everyone, and An's father came up and wanted to put his arm around his wife before introducing them.
Unexpectedly, the two of them quickly left the stage.
Director Yang was eager to contact them, but when he hurried over, he found that they were no longer there.
An Yelin pulled Yi Wan out of the living room. After finishing a performance that was different from the previous life, he did not look like he had taken revenge at all. Instead, he frowned, as if he was eager to leave.
"I'll take you to that place." Yi Wan suddenly said.
He took An Yelin upstairs and soon arrived at the corridor on the second floor. From here, the entire hall could be seen, and their figures were also well hidden.
"Yi Wan...?"
"There will be something interesting to watch later." Yi Wan grabbed An Yelin's arm, "Don't go."
"Why?"
"Because I have already done something." Yi Wan answered irrelevantly.
An Yelin paused inexplicably at that moment. He stood in the corridor on the second floor and looked downstairs with Yi Wan.
The speech session of the dinner was about to begin. An Yeyun sat in the lounge, cutting her hair in front of the mirror.
He looked at himself in the mirror, clear and clean, as if spotless, and smiled happily. Before leaving, he "arranged" a scene for his friends to make An Yelin look bad.
All it has to do is wait for it to be inspected and accepted in a radiant manner.
At this moment, I suddenly found that the scene in the mirror had changed.
Someone was standing at the door of the lounge with his head down!
An Yeyun turned around and realized that he clearly remembered closing the door of the lounge just now. But now the door of the lounge was open, but there was no one inside.
"Did I see it wrong?"
An Yeyun stared at the empty door. Somehow, he felt a chill down his spine. He turned around and continued to comb his hair. The moment he looked up, he saw that shadow again!
The shadow was still at the door just now, but now, it is getting closer and closer!
An Yeyun blinked at that moment, and the next moment, that person was already beside him!
was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat. He turned around quickly, but there was only an empty room behind him. turned around and looked at the mirror with trepidation. But this time there was nothing unusual in the mirror.
Is it my hallucination
An Yeyun no longer had the heart to put on makeup. She combed her hair twice in a hurry, and just as she put down the comb, she saw "herself" in the mirror and smiled.
The man continued to comb his hair, his movements were slow and methodical, as if he had a unique style. The man in the mirror had eyes as bright as water, and with every movement, his hair was combed back...
No, it’s not just the hair that’s being combed back, it’s also the... scalp!
The scalp was pulled back by the comb, and the skin on the chin was twisted and deformed, almost being pulled out of the mandible, revealing bright red flesh and twisted nerves. This scene was too bloody and real, as if it had been acted on a real body. At that moment, An Yeyun let out a terrifying wail!
"Yeyun, what's wrong?"
An Yeluan's hurried voice came from outside the door. It was not until his hand grasped his shoulder that An Yeluan recovered from the miserable voice. He pointed at the mirror and said, "Inside... inside there is..."
But now I see in the mirror that everything is normal and my face is as smooth as new. How can there be any ghost
An Yeyun's finger just stopped in mid-air. An Yeluan looked at her current state and said, "Xiaoyun, are you under too much pressure recently?"
"I clearly saw..."
"Hurry up and get on stage. The host is urging you." An Yelan said, "Today is a very important day to show the strength of An to the outside world. We must do a good job."
A waiter ran into the room at this moment. After hearing the message from the waiter, An Yeluan frowned: "What? Someone drank blood in the juice?"
They hurried to the scene with An Yelin. The little girl smashed the cup to the ground and was still crying and making a fuss. The noble lady who brought her looked at them angrily, and the other guests were also whispering.
"This is impossible. How could there be blood in the juice? You must have seen it wrong. Or... or something contaminated the juice."
An Yeluan was extremely worried and tried to appease several people. Then another waiter came to report: "A guest saw a human skin in the dressing room..."
"I just asked the waiter to give me a glass of champagne, but the hand that gave me the champagne was a bony hand!"
The numerous complaints made everyone in Anxi extremely anxious.
Amidst the chaos, the host wiped his sweat and said, "There were some minor accidents at the last minute. Next, let's enjoy a short birthday video..."
An Yeyun's face appeared on the screen, and the hall finally fell silent. The handsome boy was holding a phone, smiling, and seemed to be chatting with someone.