Super Dimension Technology Era

Magic City.

In April, the peach blossoms have withered.

In the Pudong Hotel in Pudong New Area, a young man is lying on the comfortable big bed.

The boy was sleeping deeply at this time, but his closed eyes and eyebrows showed that he was not peaceful in his sleep.

Suddenly, a colorful butterfly danced in the room, and finally landed on the young man's forehead, and then shattered like a dream bubble.

"Ah!" The young man woke up with a start. He was panting heavily. He was confused and couldn't figure out the situation in front of him for a while. After a while, he seemed to have regained some consciousness. He stood up and sat on the sofa, his eyes seemed to be lost. Focus, staring blankly at the Huangpu River.

He touched his right eye with his trembling right hand, which was warm and shining. He touched his chest again, and he could feel the energetic heartbeat.

"Hahaha……"

He looked at the surging river with tears in his eyes, and breathed in the fresh air and the long-lost sunshine hungrily.

"I, Huang Mingzhe, am back."

The hysterical cry seems to be announcing something to this era.

"Grass……"

“What’s the ghost calling so early in the morning!”

"Hurry up if you want to be reincarnated..."

The tenants next door suddenly began to curse.

Huang Mingzhe didn't care about the abuse from others. He could only describe himself as a mixture of sadness and joy at this damn time.

There was a sound of high heels outside the door, and then the door was opened, but Huang Mingzhe didn't respond at all. He still sat there with his head in his hands.

"I know this matter is not your fault, but the reality is this. The company is going to let you take a two-year break. When the news passes, there will be a chance to make a comeback." The husky female voice was slightly tired.

Of course Huang Mingzhe knew what the company meant, but he was just sacrificing the small to protect the big.

As for taking a two-year break, for a young actor who just debuted, who would still know him after a two-year break.

He has already gone through these experiences once. When he thought of what happened in his previous life, Huang Mingzhe knew that it was irreversible. He was not hysterical, nor did he intend to beg for mercy. He only had a calm heart.

"Sister Cai, thank you for taking care of me over the past two years."

Hu Cai was stunned. She suddenly felt that the big boy in front of her had become mature overnight.

"Since the company plans to let me rest, I plan to go back to my hometown. Sister Cai, please take care of yourself."

After speaking, Huang Mingzhe opened the wardrobe on the side, put a few clothes into the suitcase, and then dragged the suitcase out.

Hu Cai stretched out her hand, but finally it turned into a sigh. She was just a small agent and had no way to influence the company's decision.

The entrance of Pudong Hotel.

Huang Mingzhe, wearing a peaked cap and sunglasses, hailed a taxi.

"Where are you going, little brother?"

"Pudong Airport."

The taxi driver seemed to realize that Huang Mingzhe didn't want to talk, so he quietly drove him to Pudong Airport.

The morning in April was still slightly cold, but the colorful world of the Magic City was already busy with traffic.

Huang Mingzhe looked out the car window quietly. He had lived in this city for about seven years, but today was the first time he calmed down and observed this place.

Maybe it's time to leave, but there is always the sadness of spring and autumn when things change and people change.

Along the way, he just stared out the car window blankly. Despite decades of experience in his previous life, Huang Mingzhe was still confused.

Especially that dark memory made him even more unhappy.

Huang Mingzhe didn't wake up until the taxi driver reminded him that he had arrived at the airport.

After paying the fare, I dragged my suitcase into the airport and purchased an economy class ticket to Pengcheng Baoan Airport.

The plane takes off in two hours.

He sat in the departure lounge and habitually took out his mobile phone, a smartphone that was just released this year. He opened the mobile browser and several news items popped up on the homepage recommendation.

"The Origin of April Fools' Day", "The Popular Young Meat is Arrogant and Domineering", "HLW Group Faces Dissolution", "The Movie In the Mood for Love Finishes", "..."

Half of the six or seven pieces of news are closely related to him, but unfortunately they are all negative news. As for the two guys who debuted with him, they are now avoiding him.

In this world of entertainment to death, what kind of monsters are behind the glamor? Only by personal experience can you understand the darkness and filth of the entertainment industry.

He shook his head in self-deprecation. This all stemmed from a bloody drama three days ago, and he was one of the protagonists.

Shengmei Company arranged for Huang Mingzhe to star in the movie In the Mood for Love, but at the closing banquet three days ago, Ma Qijun, the director's son and the movie's leading actor, drugged the movie's leading actress Zhao Mengting and fainted.

When Ma Qijun was about to attack Zhao Mengting, Huang Mingzhe happened to break the good news. As soon as he was young and energetic, he beat Ma Qijun on the spot.

The incident almost went to the police station, but in the end Ma Qijun's father, a great director, and Shengmei Company teamed up to suppress it.

What was thought to be a hero saving a beauty turned out to be an arrogant and domineering villain with evil intentions. How ironic.

Even Zhao Mengting came forward to accuse Huang Mingzhe of intending to sexually harass her, while Ma Qijun turned into a flower protector.

A bitch is ruthless, an actor is ruthless, and the two combined are ruthless and ruthless.

Not only was his reputation ruined and hidden by the company, but he almost ended up in a detention center. If the evidence hadn't been insufficient in the end, he would have become Zhang San, an outlaw.

Who can blame him for all this? He can only blame himself for being blind, young, ignorant, and powerless.

The entertainment industry was closed, and I had given up.

The contract he signed with Shengmei Company lasted for ten years, and the liquidated damages were as high as 50 million yuan. Even if the contract was successfully terminated, the two-year competition agreement could still tie him up.

Therefore, it is almost impossible to survive in the entertainment industry. As for being a street singer like in his previous life, Huang Mingzhe has no interest in making the same mistake again.

I looked at the ticket time and saw flight information scrolling on the flight information display in the airport hall.

[Flight from Pudong to Pengcheng Baoan, 2011.4.1-10:20...]

There was still some time before the plane took off. Huang Mingzhe dragged his suitcase through the ticket gate. The ticket inspector looked at him in surprise, obviously recognizing his notorious reputation.

With confusion and calmness, he boarded a plane flying to Bao'an, Pengcheng.

And this time when he went back, he had to fulfill an unfulfilled promise. At the exit of the Cheung Sha Wan Expressway, he did not return to his roots after all.

At the same time, Huang Mingzhe's last words about his father still echo in his ears.

Is there really anything in the old house? There is nothing in his impression. When he went home to hold the funeral for his parents and sister last September, he didn't seem to notice anything.

Of course, it is also possible that he was too sad at the time and did not notice any details. This time when he goes back, he must go to the old house to look carefully.

It took almost a day.

The bus slowly passed the Cheung Sha Wan Expressway exit, and through the window he saw the toll booth, the burial ground where he finally fell.

No one could have imagined that the world after 39 years would be in silence and despair. Maybe I need to do something for this blue planet and the living lives in front of me.

After passing Cheung Sha Wan, Huang Mingzhe seemed to have a clear understanding of his nature, but the ensuing timidity about his hometown bothered him.

After getting off the bus at the entrance of the village.

He took a deep breath. The earthy smell of his hometown, the smell of grass, and a hint of gunpowder smoke made him feel energetic.

Past the stone archway at the entrance of the village is a cement road that was just built a few years ago.

The old houses, big banyan trees, and small ponds are still there, but the old people have passed away, and the Qingming Festival is approaching, and the sound of firecrackers in the back hill is always constant.

Old objects are most likely to be sentimental. Huang Mingzhe dragged his suitcase and was pointed out by the villagers along the way. He was already accustomed to the habits of these villagers.

His small villa was at the end of the village. He walked for a long time before reaching the door. At this moment, the slightly rusty door lock made him feel as heavy as a stone.