That night, Lin Mufei sent Lin's mother and Lin's father to the drug rehab center, and left early before the two woke up. At the same time, he also got the [Tingfeng] project as he wished.
Lin Muhan hurried back to the crew with his assistant Xiaoyu the next day. According to the announcement made by the coordinator, there was about half a month left before the whole crew could finish.
Every day I take the film seriously. After the filming, I go back to the hotel to rest quietly. When it is quiet at night, I sit in the dark, look into the distance, and miss the people who are far away in [Fengcheng]. Insomnia night after night, only relying on drugs to fall asleep.
And Yan Xuhuan would return to the Changming Pavilion every other week and sleep for three days. Days alternate, summer and winter come, and in a blink of an eye it will be four years later.
In the past few years, Lin Muhan has continued to play seamlessly, one after another is being released, and the box office hits new highs again and again. A basket of large and small trophies were placed in the showroom of [Qianjin Entertainment].
Today is an important day. Director Li once again walked with his appointed protagonists, Gu Yi and Lin Muhan, on the long red carpet, receiving all the media flashes.
The shouts from the media on both sides of the red carpet:
"Mu Han, look to the left, left."
"Mu Han, right, right."
"Gu Yi, step back, you are blocking the camera." I don't know which upright reporter it was, shouting loudly for the male god to stand aside. But although his voice was broken, it didn't stand out in the cluttered crowd.
"Gu Yi, look this way."
"Mu Han, right and right."
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After Lin Muhan and Gu Yi walked through the red carpet, the enthusiasm of the media seemed to be exhausted. They patted the stars who came up behind them with expressionless faces, or held up the cameras and waited for the next wave of hot people. arrival.
At the award ceremony, without any suspense, Director Li won the award for Best Director again, and Lin Muhan and Gu Yi also took home the award for Best Actor and Best Actor.
When Gu Yi stood on the stage and held up the trophy in his hand, he said loudly to Cheng Jiajia under the stage, "Let's get married."
When the camera swept to Cheng Jiajia, she had tears in her eyes, looking at Gu Yi on the stage with a smirk. On this day, she finally waited, and gradually burst into tears. Control your hands not to touch your lower abdomen, because new life is being conceived in it.
Lin Muhan stood up and applauded and congratulated Cheng Jiajia. He was happy for Cheng Jiajia to keep Yunkai and see the moonlight. He hugged Cheng Jiajia who was hugging her across the back of the chair, and patted her back. Although she couldn't feel the same, she could roughly understand Cheng Jiajia's mood at this time.
Yesterday, this person whispered to himself that after today, he would accompany her to the hospital to have the baby. He expected to hear Gu Yi's sudden announcement today, how could it not be complicated, how could it not be surprising
Gu Yi on the stage looked at the two women hugging each other and smiled in relief. Although there is still a sense of discomfort that something that should be his own has been taken away by others, he is a little bit more reluctant to marry and make a villain according to his parents' wishes. And Cheng Jiajia, a silly woman, is the most suitable candidate.
If Gu Yi's announcement of the marriage made the inside and outside of the venue boiling, then when the 28-year-old Lin Muhan said that he wanted to take a break from the shadow, he fryed both inside and outside the venue. Feelings of embarrassment, confusion, secret joy, sadness, etc., are presented on the faces of different people one by one.
The happiest thing is those actresses who have been under pressure, the huge rock on their heads is finally going to be removed, how can they not be secretly happy. The trophy for next year's actress is also my turn. And movie fans, weeping endlessly, it will be more and more difficult to see idols in the future.
Lin Muhan has been filming, taking trophies, and receiving advertisements for several years, constantly adding a considerable amount of income to the financial statement of [Qianjin Entertainment], and finally completed what Han Lobster said at the beginning: Earn a lot for me money
As Lin Muhan's agent, Lun is naturally famous, and he is already a well-known gold medal agent in the circle. No one knows it, no one knows it. With the network resources accumulated over the years, it is easy to quickly turn the unknown person into a popular little flower.
According to Lun's current network circle, leaving [Qianjin Entertainment] to set up a studio is the best choice for future career planning. But while he slapped the table and challenged Mr. Han, he was clinging to the [Qianjin Entertainment] and in the villa, completely unable to leave.
When he heard Lin Muhan said on the stage that he wanted to take a break from the shadows, Lun was still full of emotion and sadness. The two lived together in a damp basement, shared a simple two-bedroom together, shared a bowl of instant noodles together, and went from nothing to now.
They all lived their life the way they liked the most.
In the future, Lun will look for new exotic goods and take her on the road of becoming a movie queen.
In the next days, Lin Muhan stopped busy and started to enjoy life. I take care of the flower house every day, stay beside Han Lobster, play a song for her, and watch the sunset and the moon rise. Such a comfortable life lasted for a year before Lin Muhan began to embark on the path of a director, translating touching stories into audio-visual languages.
A talented actor retired from the entertainment industry, but also ushered in a little ghost director, who was hailed as the successor of the great ghost director Li by the film and television industry.
However, in the fall of 39 years old, Lin Muhan once again shocked the entire entertainment industry. The title of the hot search is: #林MUHAN Suicide#
The news was reported by the global media, and fans at home and abroad were all stunned, stunned for a while, unable to believe it at all. However, the facts are in front of them, and she (he) cannot help but believe them.
Back in time.
Han Lobster spends a long time in a gloomy place every year, and his body is getting weaker and weaker. In the last half year, he is in a coma for a long time, and survives by drip every day. Lin Muhan sat beside her night after night, accompanying her, expecting her to recover. However, his body was getting worse and worse, causing Lin Muhan's heartache to be unbearable. Tears always silently slipped from his red eyes.
In that autumn, Lin Muhan finally hugged Han Lobster, who was temporarily sober, and said, "Let's leave together, okay?"
"Okay." Yan Xuhuan hugged Lin Muhan tightly and nodded slightly.
The boss of [Qianjin Entertainment] is from Han Lobster to Lunen.
One-fifth of all the property of Han Lobster and Lin Muhan was left to the old employees in the company, such as Luen, Feiqi, He Luoqi, and Merrick; one-fifth was left to Lin Muhan's two younger brothers, and the rest Continue to donate to charitable foundations.
The funeral of the two was jointly organized by Lun En and He Luoqi. The condolence crowd was like Jiang Hai, which was extremely grand. It was the highest funeral in the history of the entertainment industry.
Qiao Lang was holding the photo of Mr. Qiao in his arms, holding the long black wooden box in his hand, standing in front of the urn. Before leaving, Yan Xuhuan invited Qiao Lang and returned it to the Qiao family by hand.
He Luoqi was crying for several days. The person she loved silently left. The feeling was more painful than digging out a piece of flesh from her heart. He held a bank card tightly in his hand, which was handed over by Han Lobster when he renewed the contract. It contained the money he earned from running variety shows and filming in the past few years. This card is always on my body and never touched.
She will carry it with her for the rest of her life until she leaves that villa.
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According to Yan Xuhuan's intention, the system downgraded the memory of the previous world to A-level, and then started the transmission of the next world.
When Yan Xuhuan appeared in the new world, she found herself in the sky above the battlefield where the flames were everywhere. In the fierce fighting below, countless bright red liquids emerged from the wounds and severed limbs, and the blood was soaring into the sky, rushing towards the nostrils.
I like this world! ! !
Somewhere as far as the eye can see, a female general in black armor, holding a large sword, is covered in blood, and the red liquid flowing out is wet, wet and dry, the whole person can no longer distinguish the original appearance, just I feel that those brown eyes are extraordinarily cold, like Wannian Xuanbing.
Even though she was seriously injured, she had already fallen to the ground and died according to ordinary people, but her move posture was still neat and tidy.
Fast, accurate, hard.
The enemy army that besieged her could not get close for a while, and could not cut people under the knife. In the distance, on the golden-horse chariot protected by the personal soldiers in white robes, stood a golden-edged white-robed woman with bright and clean armor and a graceful phoenix posture, exuding an aura of contempt for the world. The phoenix eyes are arrogant, the cloak is rattling, the bow and arrow are drawn, and the arrow flashing with cold light is aimed at the blood-robed woman who is fighting with blood.
"call out"
The cold arrow broke through the air and shot towards the heart, killing it with one hit.
The sharp arrow entered the heart, and Yan Xuhuan let out a muffled groan in pain. At the 1/10,000th juncture, she was forced to replace the original owner, received this body, and experienced a heavy blow on the first day of the new world.
The enemy in the white shirt, who had been unable to move forward, saw that she was shot to death, but did not stop there, but cautiously made a few knives before turning around and joining the new fight.
I remember this grudge.
Yan Xuhuan lay on the ground, looked at the lonely and holy woman on the chariot from a distance, and closed her eyelids heavily.
The sun moves westward, and a crescent moon rises. The two armies in the battle, Ming Jin withdraw their troops, and when the sky turns white tomorrow, they will fight against the drums again.
Countless surviving soldiers and soldiers quickly returned to their respective camps, leaving their stumps and blood on the ground. Under the cold moonlight and in the cold wind, it looked particularly eerie and terrifying.
The blood in the sky no longer surged up, but moved towards the body of the original owner lying on the ground, infiltrating without hindrance. In the tens of thousands of meridians, the blood is gradually flowing, and the body that should have lost its vital features is regaining its surging vitality.
The heart beat lightly, and the sharp arrow went out one point, one after another, and again and again, the vigorous anger spread from the original owner's dantian, and flowed all over the body, repairing the broken wound.
When the arrow was forced out of the body, Yan Xuhuan slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was the waning moon hanging high in the night. Then he looked back and moved down, pushed away the corpse that was pressing on his abdomen, and jumped up.
All things in the world can be destroyed and reshaped. The body of the original owner in this world is quite interesting!
In May the Lord's body repair itself, Yan Xuhuan has received the original owner's life experience through the system, and also has a general understanding of the world.
Everyone respects martial arts and respects martial arts. The world has lasted for a hundred years. One city and one town can be a country, competing with each other, destroying and rebuilding. The heroes in the troubled times are like leeks, one after another. On this special historical stage, they are amazed by time and space.
The original owner was not originally from this world. He was killed by an enemy in a different world, and was resurrected in the mother's womb in this world. In troubled times, I thought that I could turn my hands into clouds and cover my hands into rain, but I was constrained by a man and a woman everywhere.
The man, Tu Suyun, is the lord of a city, and the citizens of the city are all scholars, commanding millions of troops. The woman Duguyan is a descendant of the dynasty a hundred years ago, occupying a wealthy land, and her brother Dugulong firmly occupies four cities.
These two have amazing talents since childhood, and it has always been a distant dream for their peers. They are the two mountains pressing on their backs and the shadows in their hearts.
Even though the original owner had experience in another world, she was extremely unlucky, and she was always under pressure from the two, which made her character more uncertain, dry, paranoid, and vicious. As a result, there are no friends to chat with, and no one to relieve the grievances in the heart. Close relatives are estranged and avoided like a poisonous scorpion. If she hadn't seen her strong martial arts skills and life like a small force, she would never have been kept at home.
In the battle yesterday, Duguyan led an army of 60,000 to fight for territory and seize rare resources. Very unfortunately, the original owner was sent to the battlefield by his own people as cannon fodder, and unfortunately was killed by Duguyan with an arrow.
If it weren't for the strange practice in another world, at this moment, Yan Xuhuan should have been in the [God Realm], and had suffered the pain of purgatory due to the failure of the mission.
The battlefield shrouded in darkness, so charming, so enchanting!
One step up is to step over a stack of corpses; one step down is to step on a stack of corpses. The pervading blood energy seemed to have spirituality, and it turned into an air flow to follow Yan Xuhuan.
The original owner's resentment came from the fact that the ants who could be slapped to death in another world, but because of the aptitude of this body, and everything was suppressed, how could he be convinced.
When Yan Xuhuan came here, in addition to her own tasks, she also had to complete the original owner's desire to live arbitrarily, looking down at all beings, and the original owner's bad taste: watching the two of them were so suffocated that they couldn't do it.
The slender five fingers with thin cocoons spread out, and as they walked, they felt the thick blood energy and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth brushing between the fingers, with a happy expression. The person walked farther and farther, and the original owner's slender dragon-headed seven-star saber lay in a pool of blood, screaming in place. Seeing that the master had no intention of looking back, the dragon head seven-star knife reluctantly left the liquid that nourished it, and flew towards the master crookedly.
Yan Xuhuan held the uniquely shaped handle, and seeing that it was so spiritual, she couldn't help but admire that the original owner was a forging talent. It is really amazing to be able to forge such a unique weapon in this world by relying on what he has learned in another world.
"Who is it?" A patrolman found out from the direction of the foggy battlefield, a person came, and he was far away, so he couldn't see clearly, but if he looked at the shape of the shirt from a distance, it was not wrong for him to be his own. But the enemy is cunning, don't be careless.
The patrol team in groups of five, armed with spears, approached cautiously. Step by step, he slid across the wild grass, and he wet his boots even more deeply, and finally saw the silent person clearly.
"Xiaodutong." Seeing his own people crawling out of the dead, not only was he not happy, but he frowned. Didn't the army say that they saw this little devil die with their own eyes? How can you come back alive like nothing
"Let's start with you..." The voice was very low, very slow and soft, and the five people could not hear it clearly.
But they don't need to hear, because... there's no need for that.
In just a few breaths, the five of them didn't have time to resist, they covered their broken necks, fell down with rounded eyes, and the spears collided, making the final metal collision sound.
And Yan Xuhuan didn't even look at it, and continued to walk, riding the moonlight, over the hills of gravel piled up, jumped over the trickling stream, disappeared into the mist like a gauze, and threw down the thousands of lights behind .
When the rooster crowing, she came to a small village where she lived by hunting. She wanted to rest here temporarily in exchange for some food.
Hearing the chicken, the small village of a dozen or so households gradually swirls upward and drifts away with the wind. The villagers were wrapped in animal skins, and the men exposed their iron shoulders. The women were much more conservative than the rude men.
After passing three or four houses, Yan Xuhuan stopped in front of a stone house. In the fenced-in yard, a naked five- or six-year-old boy was struggling to turn a well reel, bringing up a bucket of sweet and cool water.
During the whole process, he held his breath and worked hard, causing his delicate little face to blush.
"Yah, ah." At the threshold, a small fluffy head appeared, waving its soft little hands and calling at the little boy.
It is a little baby with teeth that are not fully grown, her skin is tender, innocent and cute, she must be a beautiful baby when she grows up.