System · Birth of a Superstar

"It really doesn't taste good." The boy threw Qingtao aside casually, "Sister Xiaolan, you watched me grow up, don't you understand what I mean?"

The maid named Xiaolan shook her head helplessly, "Young master, my dear young master, I have stopped you three times, Madam really can't stop you."

"But I really don't want to go there." The young man said with a sigh.

All the audience watching below felt fluctuated in their hearts, wishing they could rush to the boy's side and please him well.

"Master Yan!" Xiaolan straightened her expression, but she was not moved by the young man, so she yelled seriously.

have to!This time it was impossible, the young man rolled his eyes speechlessly, this small movement was done extremely quickly, almost disappearing in a flash, but it well reflected the childishness of a young man.

There was a chuckle from below, and someone was obviously amused.

Yu Yufei looked at himself on the screen, but he was a little lost in thought.

If you can laugh now, hurry up and laugh, later on you won’t be able to laugh even if you want to.

The boy went to the front room, and was pulled by his mother and babbled again, with a look of lovelessness all over his face.

In fact, this matter is not a big deal, the Yan family has always passed it on alone, even Young Master Yan's father died young, leaving this big mess to be taken care of by his mother.

Now that Young Master Yan has grown up, it's time to inherit the Yan family's property. To be more precise, it's time to spread branches and leaves for the Yan family.

It's just that the young master doesn't seem to be very willing.

"I asked you to study and learn martial arts not for any fame, but just to let you understand things and understand human feelings, and martial arts can save your life alone. The world is not good now. Although living in a mountainous area is not convenient for transportation, you can still be safe. You have to figure it out." Madam said for a long time, then paused and said again.

"Mother/Dear, I don't take the test for merit, but I also want to go out and have a look." The boy shook his mother's hand and said.

"Yan Hui'er, mother already knows that your thoughts are on this, which is absolutely impossible."

"Tomorrow, whether you like it or not, your marriage with the Su family is finalized."

Madam shook her head, flatly refused, and gave the final decision.

The young man had a grievance on his face, his mouth curled, a little dejected.

The screen switched, it was already night, the young Yan Hui sat on the bell tower and looked down the mountain, with a dazed look on his face.

During this period of time, he should be reading and watching paintings in the room, but his mother rejected his idea of ​​fame, but he was a little at a loss.

Is it really that messy outside?

With the peaceful countryside under his feet, Yan Hui looked up at the starry sky, with a hint of unwillingness on his immature face.

Didn't you go out and have a look, just marry a wife and have children in this small village and die?

No matter who it is, if they come to such a conclusion, they will be unwilling in their hearts.

Yan Hui was in a daze, but there was a flash of fire in the distance. He was startled, but he didn't realize what it was.

But the domestic servant hurried over and told him to go down quickly.

After seeing his mother, he learned from the mouths of everyone that there were bandits coming!

Bandits? ?Yan Hui was full of fear and curiosity, but was dragged to the back garden under the arrangement of his wife, and hid in a fake cave in the back garden with another loyal servant.

After a while, gradually noisy voices came from outside, and the sky seemed to light up, glowing red.

Yan Hui looked out through the small hole in the cave, but the more unwilling he was in the fear!

A gentleman can do something and not do something!

Biting his lower lip with his teeth, bright/red blood flowed down, it seemed that the young master who grew up in a honey jar seemed to have grown up suddenly at this moment.

Perhaps the wife's idea of ​​letting him read is very simple, just to be literate and sensible, and has no other ideas.

But the knowledge in the books has taught the young man the quality of being soft on the outside and strong on the inside. Although the outside is extremely dangerous, he doesn't want to really hide here like a quail.

He is going out!

Just as he was about to leave, the loyal servant rushed forward and hugged him tightly, "Master, you can't go! Young master, you can't go!"

Yan Hui's eyes were red, but he insisted on moving forward. After all, he had studied and practiced martial arts since he was a child. Although the loyal servant was a middle-aged man in his forties, his strength was not comparable to that of Yan Hui who had been beaten since childhood. Back and dragged forward.

The loyal servant's expression darkened, and he stretched out his hand to touch the back.

Yan Hui moved forward with all his heart, but he didn't pay attention to his feet, but he tripped over a protruding stone and fell to the ground.

The entrance of the cave was only covered by green bamboos, and Yan Hui had already stepped out of the scope of green bamboos when he rushed forward like this.

At this moment, the flames were shining brightly outside, and the waning moon was like a hook, which was a bit sad and beautiful.

Yan Hui really wanted to get up, but he heard a "ding dong" sound behind him. He looked for his reputation, but saw a sharp dagger falling on the ground.

The loyal servant opened and closed his mouth in panic, but he didn't utter a single word.

Yan Hui's eyes changed rapidly, and within a short moment, he had a clear thought.

One turned over and picked up the dagger, pointing the blade at the servant, "Say, what's going on?" Yan Hui asked with a livid face.

The servant knew Yan Hui's skills, and when he found out this time, he had no chance to use his phone again, his face was pale, and he was in a cold sweat, and Yan Hui's dagger was pressed against him again, and when he got hot, he even urinated.

"This is the loyal servant?" Yan Hui frowned, without even looking at him, and said with a sad expression.

The dagger pushed forward, piercing the skin of the servant's neck, and the blood oozed silently, flowing down/flowing, it looked like it was seeping.

Yan Hui shook his hands, he was still a young man after all, why did he ever do this?It's natural that I can't bear it.

"Yes... yes... it's Master Wu and Third Master Yan!" The servant screamed in fright, his voice was out of tune, and he replied tremblingly.

"It's them?" Yan Hui was stunned, and stood there in a daze, with an expression of disbelief.

The servant took a step back cautiously, out of the range of the blade, and found that Yan Hui did not respond, turned around and ran away, staggered and fell a few times, but got up quickly, and threw his head forward desperately ran forward.

"Third Uncle...how could it be you?" Yan Hui recovered from his daze, still unable to believe it, and murmured.

But he didn't care about the escaped servant anymore, his feet were like the wind, and he ran towards the front hall.

The closer he got to the front hall, the paler Yan Hui's expression became.

There were corpses everywhere on the ground, more than half of them were people he was familiar with, and he could tell everyone's name without stepping up to take a closer look.

"Uncle Zhang...Erya...Daniu...Xia He..."

Tears spewed out from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, but there was no sadness on the boy's face, only anger.

He rushed into the front hall, but something happened before his eyes that almost made him collapse.

A knife lightly sliced ​​through Xiaolan's throat, blood spurted out, and the severed trachea made a piercing sound.

That blood spurted so high.

Bits of stars fell on Yan Hui's face.

The tears in the corners of his eyes turned red in an instant. From a distance, the young man opened his eyes angrily, but he seemed to be weeping blood and mourning.

The camera pans extremely slowly, as if a knife is slowly dropping in the hearts of the audience, which makes people feel distressed.

The more beautiful the opening picture, the more stinging the scene at this time.

How could this be so?how so?

Why should this young man have to bear this tragedy in the world?

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

The young man raised his head to the sky and screamed, his voice was piercing, but before the voice fell, his figure had disappeared from the spot.

With a crisp sound of "ding", the dagger and the blade intersected, sparking sparks. The man holding the knife gave a grinning grin and kicked out. Yan Hui was kicked directly to the wall next to him. Slipped and passed out.

"Martial Instructor! How dare you!!" The madam screamed, and rushed forward to fight the man with the knife.

But he was stopped by another tall and thin man, "Don't worry, your son is not dead." His voice was cold, and everyone who heard it couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts.

The madam stretched out her hand and slapped the person beside her, but he caught it easily, "Don't mess with me." The tall and thin man turned his hand back, and the madam went limp and collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, another person came in from the night. This person was dressed in plain white clothes, which looked extraordinarily eye-catching in the dim light, but there were shocking scarlet spots on the plain white clothes.

The man held a human head in his right hand, and the red blood dripped down the road, probably almost drained, and it took a long time for a single drop to drip.

Looking carefully, it turned out to be the escaped servant.

Jia Yiwei, who was sitting below, narrowed her eyes and almost didn't cry out.

As one of the ever-changing moderators, she still has some privileges. The forum also held a lottery before the premiere, which was regarded as an official reward.

The moderator has three lucky draws, and Jia Yiwei was lucky to be drawn.

But when he entered the theater, he saw his former boss, the thin designer, Zhao Si, and also met Si Haoran, who thought he was an employee but was actually the president.

Fortunately, Jia Yiwei at this time is already a full-time employee of the company, and she understands Si Haoran's various things more and more. She also knows what kind of temperament this master is. When they met, they only greeted Zhao Si and ignored the biggest boss.

By the way, does this master know of his existence?Jia Yiwei expressed deep doubts, so she didn't go up and find it unhappy.

But she never expected that she had actually left a little impression on Si Haoran. Although the impression was very small, it made Si Haoran remember this person.

He watched helplessly as he greeted his subordinates, but walked over as if he didn't see him.

Si Haoran touched/touched his chin, inexplicably interested.

Although Si Haoran is a famous designer with extraordinary artistic attainments, his own aptitude is a mystery.

It stands to reason that a character like him should be crooked, but he knows in his heart that he is interested in both men and women, and he is not interested.

If it is really necessary to have a partner, Si Haoran probably doesn't care about gender, but the premise is that this partner can arouse his interest, if he doesn't even have interest, then it's better to live alone.

Si Haoran is probably the so-called sexual/cold/indifferent, in fact he didn't want to, it's just that no one can make him hot for more than 3 minutes.

Jia Yiwei probably never thought that an unintentional action of hers would arouse Si Haoran's interest. If she had known in advance, she would definitely greet her big boss respectfully.