After the rebirth of the idol, he started to lose weight and became the best actor

"Would you believe me if I said he was still there?"

The two were silent for a while, and Lu Rong spoke first.

"What?!" Xiang Yang stood up suddenly, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Lu Rong could see that this matter had become a knot in Director Xiang's heart.

If Director Xiang continues to stay up late and edit the film over the next few months, he won't be alive long even if he retires at his age.

If you tell an ordinary person without any faith that there are ghosts in this world, no one will believe you because you have no evidence.

But if you say this to an ordinary person who has just lost a loved one, he will most likely believe it and hope for it.

Lu Rong didn't say anything, but just stood up, opened the door, and picked up the package that had been prepared by the door.

Xiang Yang followed closely behind. To be honest, he was not very scared at first reaction. It would be nice if his son could come to make trouble for him. Unfortunately, Xiaoyun was reluctant to come even in his dreams.

Under the dim light, Lu Rong brought Xiang Yang to the back garden. The roses here were more beautiful than those outside, and a strong fragrance filled the air.

"How do you know..." Xiang Yang said in shock, then stopped talking, and his eyes completely changed when he looked at Lu Rong.

"I can't let you two meet, but I can send him away. He's trapped here now. Director Xiang, what do you think?"

Just as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew from the back garden inexplicably, and the rose bushes in the dark swayed left and right, as if greeting the person in front of them.

Xiang Yang's breath hitched, and he felt the boy's back growing infinitely taller. He began to imagine the boy's background. Could it be that he was from some hidden family as the netizens said?

"How, how do I send her away? Where should I send her to?" Xiang Yang stuttered as he moved closer to Lu Rong, feeling a little frightened belatedly.

"Taoist salvation." Lu Rong's eyes were dim and he did not answer his second question.

Xiang Yang's eyes opened wide, his lips trembled, and his brain began to work at a very fast speed. Soon the CPU burned out: "Then save Xiaoyun?"

Although his mind was a little confused, he still understood the word "sleepy".

I have heard before that the ghost of a person who committed suicide will keep repeating the situation at the moment of his death, which is particularly miserable. Although Director Xiang is a little scared, he still hopes that his son can be completely relieved.

Lu Rong nodded with a serious expression, lit the three-in-one incense, wrote Xiang Yun's name on a piece of white paper, and offered sacrifices to the gods with the five-in-one incense.

Xiang Yang didn't dare to breathe as he watched Lu Rong tie the wine glass and the dragon bone with a red thread, turning them in all directions and muttering to himself.

After the exorcism ceremony, he hid the white paper in the wine glass, lit the incense, and threw the wine glass slightly forward. The wind in the back garden became stronger and stronger, but it did not rain and no petals were blown away.

The wind was already abnormally strong. Lu Rong's hair was blown up, revealing a calm face. She placed the fruits, food, incense, candles, tea leaves, etc. that she had prepared in front of a bunch of roses.

"Director, come, give me a cup of tea and say goodbye." Lu Rong waved her hand. Her calm voice made Xiang Yang feel at ease. When he heard the word goodbye, he staggered a few steps and ran to catch the teacup.

The cold tea was poured on the dry soil, and an unopened rose bud in the front broke with a sound, but was caught by Lu Rong in time before it fell to the ground.

This is a strange rose. It has no thorns on its stem and its color is not as deep as the others. Even before it blooms, you can see its future splendor.

"Take it and take good care of him." Lu Rong stood up and handed the branch to Director Xiang.

Xiang Yang held the flower, his eyes gradually becoming clearer. He turned his head suddenly and saw that the rose bush in the back garden, which was flourishing all year round, had dropped many petals, which was very similar to the state of the rose bush in front of the door.

"I...always thought it was because of the geographical location..." Xiang Yang murmured.

Lu Rong didn't say anything and just stayed by his side quietly.

"Xiao Rong, thank you." Xiang Yang looked down at the unique rose.

"Director, what are your plans for the future?" Lu Rong leaned over and began to clean up the mess on the ground.

"Hey, let's pack up together." Xiang Yang held Rose tightly and used his other hand to help support the package.

"Well, I'm going to keep my promise. I'm going to retire after this movie comes out, and I'm not going to sell this manor. I'm just going to live here and plant flowers of all colors. Maybe one day he'll come back and see them."

Xiang Yang looked gentle, and his calloused hands carefully stroked the flower bud.

"You have to take care of yourself too. I'm old, and it's comfortable to live in the mountains, but I'm not completely isolated from the world. I will always pay attention to you, Xiaorong. Thank you very much."

Lu Rong nodded, turned and left.

Sometimes it doesn’t matter whether it’s true or not, as long as those who believe in it can sense it, that’s enough.

If you believe in it, you will be saved.

If you don't believe it, it is just an expression of spiritual belief culture.

It is to allow the deceased to rest in peace and enjoy the bliss of heaven, and also to help the living to relieve their grief and mourning, so as to achieve a means of emotional relief and catharsis.

Feeling the subtle changes in the director's expression, Lu Rong knew that Director Xiang had completely let it go.

I wish Xiang Yang, who has finally untied his knot in his heart, can live a hundred years. He may not be a good father, but he is an excellent director who has never let his audience down.

The next day, Lu Rong was the first to leave the place. Everyone except the director came to see him off. As for the director... well, he was still sleeping in the manor and no matter how everyone called him, he couldn't be woken up.

When Lu Rong returned home, the whole family stared at her. They said she had lost weight and her hair had grown longer. Even Aunt Liu and the housekeeper came to join in the fun. Finally, they invited the Jing family next door to have a family dinner together.

Jing Xian was the last one to arrive. When he heard Jing Er bragging about how he studied with Lu Rong in his senior year of high school and was admitted to Beijing Sport University, and how he asked Lu Rong to play with him more often, his face suddenly turned dark.

Before Jing Er finished speaking, Jing Xian spoke softly, "Xiao Lian, can you help me get a set of bowls and chopsticks?"

"Who is it? How dare you order me around..." Jing Lian turned his head impatiently, and when he saw his elder brother, his neck shrank: "Oh..."

Halfway through the walk, he suddenly felt that the scene was particularly familiar. He turned back and saw that his brother's butt had indeed taken over his place, and was chatting and laughing with Rongrong.

Jing Lian: "..." Is there still law? Is there still justice?

No one paid attention to this little episode. Everyone was talking and laughing at the dinner table. Suddenly, Yao Qian asked Lu Rong: "Rong Rong, I heard that you made a new horror movie?"

Seeing Lu Rong nod, Yao's mother swallowed her saliva and said, "How scary is it? Mom still wants to support it, but she has never seen this kind of thing."

The boy thought for a moment and said, "It's not that scary. There are no ghosts."

"That's good, that's good. If there are no ghosts, there's nothing to be afraid of." Yao Qian felt relieved.