My artist is reborn at full level [Entertainment]

Shen Huai was dragged by Ye Cang to have a physical examination, and the results showed that everything was normal, and his physical fitness was much better than that of his peers.

Shen Huai didn't take these things to heart, he just thought that he was too tired recently, and thought of promising Tang Wanjun to accompany her to Xiangjiang, so he simply took a vacation for himself.

Ye Cang still had work, so he could only watch Shen Huai go out sadly. Shen Huai was a little funny, and kissed him on the side of the cheek: "I will bring you a gift, when I get home."

Ye Cang touched his cheek, although he was comforted, he was still a little depressed.

After Shen Huai left, Ye Cang went back to his room to write songs, but he who used to be very focused on his work could not calm down at all. He took off his earphones, stood up and moved his body.

The house was quiet, Chu Meibo and Song Yimian were out filming, Xue Chengge was still participating in the show, and the whole villa complex was extremely quiet.

This made Ye Cang panic, as if he had returned to the feeling of being trapped in the house and being alone after his death.

It's just that he came here after staying alone for 30 years, but now that Shen Huai has only been out for a few hours, he can't bear it anymore.

He shook his head, throwing all these emotions out of his mind. At the moment, he was not in the mood to write a song, so he took out his phone and checked Weibo.

Unexpectedly, someone happened to meet Shen Huai at the airport. The blogger seemed to be a fan of Shen Huai, and the whole Weibo was filled with excitement and surprises.

[Going to Xiangjiang with my girlfriends, I ran into a manager at the airport, the real 5555 is so handsome! !He has a very good temper, not only agreed to take a group photo, but he also allowed us to take a few more photos if the first one was not taken well, oh, oh, oh, Shen Da, I love you forever! ! 】

Since Shen Huai's identity was exposed, he has good looks, money and ability, and he is simply a domineering president in the real world. Although he doesn't play Weibo very much on weekdays, it doesn't prevent this Weibo from attracting many people very quickly.

[I envy Miss Sister, Boss Shen himself is really handsome!I also want to take a photo! 】

[I have lemons! 】

【Huaihuai is mine!Gentlemen, draw your swords! 】

【LS get lost, Huaihuai is on my bed! 】

[Why can't Boss Shen make his debut! !Mr. Guo from Guanrui next door has made his debut! (no】

Seeing the desperate confession of all kinds of wife fans and girlfriend fans below, Ye Cang's heart was sour.

But he couldn't do anything, and finally he was angry and searched all the Weibo related to "Canghuai" on Weibo, and clicked and liked them one by one.

Your dad's fan: ? ? ?

Although they were very confused for a while, as sand sculpture fans of sand sculpture bloggers, they quickly found a reason for your dad.

[On the cultivation of a CP fan]

[Our father is a fan CP in his main business and a music blogger in his side business]

[Wait, am I the only one who thinks that Dad was stimulated by something? 】

[For example, the wife is not at home? 】

Ye Cang: "..."

Heartbroken.

-

After Shen Huai got off the plane, according to Tang Wanjun's instructions, he took a car to the cemetery.

He tilted his head and glanced at Tang Wanjun who was sitting in the back seat. She stared blankly out of the window, her eyes seemed to have nostalgia, but also seemed to have more complicated emotions.

When they arrived at the cemetery, Shen Huai bought a bouquet of flowers, and followed Tang Wanjun slowly into the cemetery.

At this time, the sky was gray, as if it was going to rain, and the cemetery was quiet with few people.

Neither Shen Huai nor Tang Wanjun spoke, and after walking a certain distance, Tang Wanjun stopped.

In front of her is a very simple cemetery, the tombstones have been swept clean, and there are flowers and fruits in front of her.There is a photo on the tombstone. The girl in the photo is smiling like a flower, and she looks exactly like her.

This is Tang Wanjun's own cemetery.

In fact, after Tang Wanjun reported the name of the cemetery, Shen Huai had already guessed it.

Although Tang Wanjun has been dead for many years and is still in the state of a ghost, it still takes a lot of courage to truly face herself lying in the cemetery.

Shen Huai didn't say anything, but silently placed the bouquet in his hand in front of the tomb, then walked a little further, thoughtfully leaving time for Tang Wanjun to be alone.

This cemetery is very large, and many celebrities are buried. At a glance, there are neat tombstones, which look very solemn and a little gloomy.

Ever since Shen Huai had this damned physique, he would be extremely worried when he came to this kind of place.

A moist wind blew before it rained, Shen Huai looked back at the aisle on the other side, but saw a figure passing through a row of tombstones, but when he looked carefully, there was no figure again.

Shen Huai frowned slightly, and was about to walk over there, but Tang Wanjun had already walked over, directly drawing Shen Huai's attention away.

Although Tang Wanjun's state seemed a little depressed, Shen Huai felt that she seemed to have let go of the shackles in her heart, and she looked much clearer.

The two walked slowly down the mountain, but they didn't expect it to rain in the middle of the walk. Shen Huai hurried to a pavilion to avoid the rain.

Seeing the pattering rain, Tang Wanjun suddenly said: "You should have been wondering who killed me, right?"

Shen Huai was slightly taken aback, he did not expect that Tang Wanjun would take the initiative to bring up this matter.

Tang Wanjun chuckled lightly: "I know many people are guessing that my manager did it. We didn't have a good relationship when I was alive, but to be honest, she really didn't hate me enough to kill me. "

Shen Huai realized something: "You..."

Tang Wanjun let out a long breath: "Probably no one thought that the person who killed me would be my own sister."

Shen Huai looked at her in shock.

"Surprised?" Tang Wanjun laughed, "I was also surprised. She is two years older than me. I always thought that although our relationship is not good, but I provide food and clothing for the whole family, and provide for my nephew and niece to go to school. Be grateful to me, at least you shouldn’t hate me.”

"But I was wrong. She just hated me. Back then, her family was poor, and her parents married her to an old alcoholic in exchange for a gift money. My fate was the same as hers, but I entered a record company. She was arrested at home. When the old drunk was beating, I was singing and dancing on stage, and when she was struggling to give birth to her third child in the hospital, I was already popular in Hong Kong."

"I once persuaded her to divorce, but she refused. Our relationship once became very bad. Later, the old drunk fell into the river and drowned. I thought our relationship would improve, but I was wrong. , she blamed everything on me, no matter what I do, as long as I live, it is a mockery of her failed life."

Tang Wanjun said lightly, but Shen Huai felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and he whispered: "It's not your fault, everything you have is obtained by your own hard work, only cowardly and incompetent people can do it. You will pass the responsibility for your failure on to someone else.”

Tang Wanjun stared at him blankly, then suddenly laughed: "Yes, you are right, he said the same thing."

Tang Wanjun didn't say who he was, but Shen Huai had already guessed that Tang Wanjun's character seemed careless, but in fact her heart was extremely sensitive. She died in that situation. If no one explained her, she might not be what she is now. This way.

It's just that Shen Huai didn't ask, as he said before, everyone has privacy, as long as Tang Wanjun doesn't say anything, he will respect her.

When the two went down the mountain, Tang Wanjun became a dedicated guide. She always liked to eat. Although the company stopped her in the past, she still took the opportunity to eat secretly a few times. The store is simply clean.

Shen Huai knew that she was in a bad mood today, and wanted to make her happier, so he let her go.

By the time she returned to the hotel at night, Tang Wanjun had completely returned to normal, without any gloomy look.

Seeing this, Shen Huai said, "I've opened a room for you, you should go back and rest early."

Tang Wanjun nodded, and without waiting for Shen Huai to say anything, she went straight through the wall, but soon came back through with a low scream.

Shen Huai said helplessly: "It's the other side."

Tang Wanjun stuck out her tongue, and followed his guidance to pass through the wall. Before Shen Huai could rest assured, a head popped out from the wall again, and said in a small voice, "Thank you today!"

Shen Huai was given a good person card inexplicably, and he was a bit dumbfounded, but after Tang Wanjun finished speaking, he put it back on with a "swoosh".

Shen Huai smiled helplessly and shook his head.

-

The rainy night is very cool, the neon lights of the Xiangjiang River illuminate the city colorfully, the people in the market are noisy, the road is full of traffic, the long traffic flow is like a stream of shining silver light, the outer walls of tall buildings Today's most famous artists are displayed on the screen on the TV, and the employees in the company are yawning and working overtime.

Pei Ran sat on the roof of the hotel, watching everything in front of him.

He was born in Xiangjiang, grew up in Xiangjiang, became famous in Xiangjiang, and dedicated his life in Xiangjiang. On the day of his death, he did not feel resentful, but felt a sense of relief.

This feeling of being relieved of the burden made him feel very relaxed.

But after returning to Xiangjiang, everything in front of him made him feel both familiar and strange.

While he was thinking, a laughing voice suddenly came from beside him: "I knew you were here!"

Pei Ran didn't look back, he also guessed who came.

He whispered, "How do you know I'm here?"

Tang Wanjun sat next to him directly, and said, "You used to like to sit on the highest place of Xiangjiang Gymnasium, and you have never changed this habit, so I guess, you should be here, am I right?"

Pei Ran laughed, but unconsciously coughed a few times.

He is a ghost, and he would not have coughed in the first place, but probably because of the pain before his death, he has never been able to completely forget it, so he has this habit.

Tang Wanjun looked at his profile, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I want to understand, I want to come out, I want to have a new life."

Pei Ran was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a gentle smile: "Congratulations."

Tang Wanjun stood up with her hips crossed, and pointed to the Xiangjiang Stadium in the distance: "I will definitely come back to hold a concert there again in the future!"

In Xiangjiang, holding a concert at Xiangjiang Stadium is the most important indicator to test whether an artist is popular.

But Tang Wanjun in the past, let alone such a lofty goal, she was not even willing to come back to life.

Watching her change step by step, Pei Ran couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Shen Huai is a very good person."

Tang Wanjun nodded: "Yes, he is really nice!"

She was too shy in front of Shen Huai, and hesitated for a long time even to say thank you, but in front of Pei Ran, she was very calm: "Not only him, Ye Cang, sister Mei, and Lao Guo are all good people, if you talk to me When they meet, they will definitely become friends!"

Pei Ran didn't speak, but just reached out and touched Tang Wanjun's head.

Tang Wanjun quickly pulled his hand off: "I'm not a child anymore, don't touch my head every time."

Pei Ran laughed: "Who was afraid of ghosts even though he was a ghost?"

Tang Wanjun: "..."

She became angry from embarrassment: "Why are you talking about such old things!" Then she asked suspiciously, "Didn't you change the subject on purpose?"

"Why?" Pei Ran had an innocent face, "You are too sensitive."

Tang Wanjun has known him for many years, and she is very clear about the nature of this man's blasphemy, and always feels that he is hiding something from her.

But of course she couldn't beat Pei Ran, and after a few words, Pei Ran drew her attention away, forgetting what she wanted to ask before.

After Tang Wanjun went back to rest, the smile on Pei Ran's face cooled down.He stretched out his hand and squeezed out a black shadow from the night. The black shadow was exposed to the moonlight, revealing a terrifying face. Although the human form could still be seen, there was no humanity in those eyes, only Greedy and vicious.

Pei Ran pinched it to death with a little force on his fingers.

He couldn't help coughing again, and said coldly to the darkness around him, "Get lost!"

In the dark night, the ink was surging, and it seemed to be captured by him in the end, and it slowly retreated.