I became popular after marrying a rebel

Jiang Dan noticed the young man sitting next to him for a while.

Outstanding appearance, excellent appearance - a bit of the deep outline of the Europa race, plus the exquisite details of the typical East Asians, the slender bones with perfect proportions, lack of blood color but not dull, clear skin like ice and snow, it is said to be a walking bjd The doll is not an exaggeration.

At this moment, he was writing with a photocopied audition script in his hand, and even the handwriting was exceptionally neat and beautiful.

On the high-speed train from Yiwu to Hangzhou, one or two starlets who go from Hengdian to Xiaoshan Airport to make announcements are often seen, which is not unusual at all.

What is strange is that the words "Dan Zhi Juvenile Journey" are impressively printed on the cover of the audition script in his hand.

Jiang Dan recognized him for a while, and finally remembered his name, "Wen Ya?"

Wen Ya raised his head, seemed a little surprised, and asked, "Yes, you are?"

"What a coincidence," Jiang Dan smiled, and stretched out his hand, "Jiang Dan, the actor coordinator of "Dan Zhi". I have read your profile, and I sent your audition invitation."

Wen Ya held the lady's four fingers and couldn't help but smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you, are you going to Xiaoshan Airport too?"

Jiang Dan said: "Flying to Beijing, I have been auditioning for the past two days... I will start the film after the next year, so I can't decide."

He asked again: "Are you flying to Beijing too? Are you going to audition the day after tomorrow? Try... Night Guardian?"

Wen Ya shook his head, "Try master, warm Zhuyu."

Jiang Dan said: "I have a good vision, a tragic character, and I will definitely become a fan if I play a good role. The newcomers in big companies all stare at the little ghost king and the guardian of the night, and they don't even look at the low-ranking characters, and don't think about what they can play. Sample--"

Those words made people uncomfortable, Wen Ya thought for a while, and said truthfully: "I'm not young anymore, it's not suitable to play other roles."

Jiang Dan was amused, "You're in your twenties, and you still say you're not young, how do you let those girls teach you how to live?"

Wen Ya smiled without saying a word, thinking in his heart, now I am probably older than all the others combined.

It only took [-] minutes from Yiwu to Hangzhou East Railway Station, Jiang Dan and Wen Ya chatted a few words, and arrived soon.

After arriving at the station, Wen Ya unloaded her luggage for her and sent her outside the station.

Jiang Dan asked: "Is someone picking you up? Shall I take you to the airport?"

Wen Ya smiled and said, "No need, Sister Dan, I have a flight after nine o'clock in the evening, and I will go there after having a meal in the city."

Only then did Jiang Dan wave his hand and got into the car, saying: "Then see you in Beijing, I wish you a successful audition!"

Wen Ya said, "Thank you, I wish you... a smooth journey."

Wen Ya dragged his suitcase and wandered the streets of Hangzhou, turning his phone on and off, the sky at noon was gloomy, with some sporadic snowfall.He felt a little chilly, let go of the suitcase, rubbed his frozen red hands, thought for a while, and hailed a taxi.

Two and 10 minutes later, he got off outside San Park.

There are huge crowds of people outside the three lakeside parks, and a cordon has been pulled up.

The station sisters were carrying cannons and stepping on the iron railings, screaming wildly, "Makino Makino! Ah! Moth, look at mom!"

Wen Ya: "..."

For variety shows.

The plan to visit the West Lake while the snow was falling was a failure.

He navigated on his mobile phone, looking for a nearby noodle shop. When he passed by the pastry shop, he had a thought, wiped the melted snow on his eyebrows, walked in and asked, "Do you have sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes?"

The clerk said: "Only sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes, no rice cakes."

Rice cakes are also fine, there are still two boxes left in the snack bar, so Wen Ya packed them all.

Scan the code, pay the bill, 30 yuan.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and someone outside the store was selling disposable plastic umbrellas. Wen Ya bought one and hung the rice cake bag on the umbrella handle.

While waiting for the traffic light, he heard the young girl next to him calling, "Brother, the sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes are sold out, what else? Tiaotou cake, Dingsheng cake, Shuangniantuan?"

The girl on the other side didn't know what to say, and the girl got a little anxious, and jumped up and said, "What's the matter! You can't blame me if the house is sold out! Brother, Brother Ye, he can't fire me, right?! "

Wen Ya grew up in the Northeast since he was a child, wandered outside as an adult, and later went directly to another time and space, and rarely heard the dialect of his hometown. Now he suddenly heard this familiar accent on the streets of Hangzhou, and naturally felt it was funny, and felt kind.He patted the girl on the shoulder, took out a box of sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes from the bag and handed it to her, saying, "I bought two boxes, I'll give you one box."

Afterwards, the traffic light at the intersection just turned green, and he nodded towards the girl, holding his umbrella and walking away without looking back.

The little girl hurriedly unloaded her schoolbag and took her cell phone, shouting, "Handsome guy! Wait a minute! I'll transfer the money to you!"

Only 15 seconds later, the signal light turned red again, and Wen Ya had already disappeared behind the traffic like a fairy who came and went without a trace.

Wen Ya dragged his luggage and wandered around the city of Hangzhou in the first snow with sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes. He ate some Chuan Chuan and took some pictures of the snow scene.

In the afternoon, the snow had not stopped, but it was not very strong, and the ground was wet.

Wen Ya boarded the airport bus, and heard someone talking about how it hadn’t snowed in Hangzhou for a long time, and he didn’t know if the flight would be affected, so he couldn’t help holding the lunch box of sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes, looking out of the window, slightly distracted, the brows were not commensurate with his age Tranquil with twilight.

He has never been to Hangzhou, but he has been to Lin'an.

The snow that falls in Lin'an in winter is much more than that in Hangzhou.

There is no one in this world who can understand what happened to him.

Just a few days ago, when the online drama he was filming was about to wrap up, he received an audition invitation for "Dan Zhong Boys' Journey".

This is an extremely rare opportunity for him - a few years ago, because he rejected an unspoken rule, he offended the first brother of the company, and was softly hidden by the company. Although there are still scenes to be filmed, most of them are crudely made web Great, a work with such a good team was originally not his turn.This time, it was because another artist under his manager accidentally became popular in an online variety show, that incidentally, they also followed the chicken and dog to ascend to heaven.

Wen Ya has been drinking ice for ten years, and he knows how rare such an opportunity is.

Therefore, after the agent sent the script, he immediately photocopied it, studied it repeatedly, and wrote a short biography.In order to better understand the characters, I also bought six e-books and read them day and night.

The filming progress of the web drama was very fast. He stayed up late and watched it for three or four days. He only watched half of the second part until his character was finished.

The character he wants to audition for is Wen Zhuyu, the master of the leading actor, Mu Changfeng.This person doesn't have a strong sense of existence, and his force value is not at the forefront of the book. He is just a cold and gloomy character who lives alone.It's just that I occasionally saw the young Mu Changfeng in the outer gate and was bullied by his seniors, so he taught him some methods of refining Qi and building a foundation to protect himself.

Later, Mu Changfeng defeated the inner sect disciples in the immortal sect competition, but due to poor spiritual root aptitude, none of the other eight peak masters in the sect were willing to accept him. Income under his own door.

Wen Zhuyu treated him very well - he has been fasting for a long time, for decades, except for burning alchemy and refining mercury, there has never been an open fire on Shuangxue Peak. Since he has a little apprentice, although he doesn't say anything, Hearing people from the outer door laughing at the head shepherd Fengsheng's thinness, he went down the mountain to buy a lot of bacon and chicken, and came back clumsily trying to cook;

Mu Changfeng and Fuxiu have no talent, although he felt regretful, he went to the sword furnace to get the perfect natal sword for him, and sent him to learn swords under the seat of his senior brother;

Mu Changfeng is going down the mountain to practice, he seldom gives advice, but every time he prepares a lot of amulets for him without hesitation;

After he was injured, he even took a huge risk and went to Sixianghai to retrieve the basalt blood refining medicine for him.

However, when Mu Changfeng suffered the injustice of privately practicing demonic exercises and killing righteous disciples, Wen Zhuyu knew that he was not responsible for this, but instead of rescuing him from prison, he personally tortured him and shot three soul-chasing arrows. He fell off the ghost crying cliff.

Mu Changfeng still had trust in Shizun, and when he was dying under the cliff, he still believed that Shizun had unavoidable difficulties and would definitely come back to save him.

Wen Zhuyu never came.

Fortunately, there was a dwarf tree under the cliff with vermilion fruit on it. Mu Changfeng ate vermilion fruit. After suffering for several days, he could barely move. He struggled to climb out of the deep valley to survive, but was finally picked up by the demons. , Rescued and sold as slaves in the cage arena.

So far, his Xianmen career is all over. In the next second part, until the middle part, Wen Zhuyu did not go online again.

Wen Ya was curious, why did Mu Changfeng's master suddenly change his face overnight out of nameless jealousy and hatred for this extraordinary disciple, or some incomprehensible reason for outsiders?

When he saw Dongfang Jibai while reading a book, he finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and searched for spoilers.

The WiFi signal of the cheap hotel where they were staying was extremely bad, and the page was loaded for a long time but still did not load. He stared at the white screen, and suddenly his eyes went dark, and he just entered the world of the novel he was reading for days.

It's interesting to say that when he first became Wen Zhuyu, he thought that Wen Ya in this world had died suddenly because of staying up late, and he would never have the chance to come back.

Who would have thought that he would return to Wen Ya's world after Wen Zhuyu's life was over?

How happy is it to gain, and how to worry about losing it.

It turned out that his 100 years as Wen Zhuyu was nothing but a dream.

After waking up, he picked up the phone that failed to load, and the cold touch of Mu Changfeng's tear-soaked cheeks seemed to be still on his fingertips.

He no longer needed to search for spoilers, and understood everything about Wen Zhuyu.

In such an extremely cruel way.

long, wind.

Wen Zhuyu wrote on the mist on the car window. After finishing writing, he stared at the words for two seconds, sighed, and then reached out to erase them.

Human power is tiny, and there are many things in the world that you can't ask for, but even if you can't ask for it, don't be obsessed with self-suffering, and learn to let go.

This is the most important truth he has learned after living for a hundred years.

After he came back, he had a high fever for three days, he was in a daze, he woke up from time to time, he didn't know what day and night, and he almost died in the hotel room.

He didn't want to survive unintentionally, it's just that 100 years of grievances and hatreds were like a dream, and he was extremely exhausted, as if all his strength had been drained.

Until I saw the new news reminder from my uncle-the content was very simple, it only said that the family’s money was enough, don’t send money to the family, let him buy more clothes for himself at the end of the year, in addition, the aunt sent him the food he loved The frozen pears and homemade sticky food reminded him to sign for receipt.

After he finished reading the news, he wrapped himself in a coat and got up, went downstairs to take a taxi, and took himself to the emergency department of the hospital to hang water.

He cannot die casually.

Since fate favors you and you can come back, no matter what the future holds, as long as there are people who care about it, and as long as you still have a taste that you will never forget, it is worth living well.

It's such a simple thing.

Besides, he has actually been Wen Zhuyu for 100 years, so he still has to go to the audition.

It's just that his disposition is different now than 100 years ago, the resentment and indignation of years of disappointment have long since disappeared in his heart, and he doesn't pay as much attention to the result as before.

From now on, he will do his best to let the destiny be the destiny.

He smiled slightly, forked a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake and put it out of his mouth. Looking at the wind and snow outside the window, he leaned against the car window and closed his eyes.