Thunder struck, and Yi Wan looked up amid the loud noise.

The electric light shone on his face, making him look pale—not like a living human being, but like a soul crawling out of a tomb somewhere.

The recording of the program ended. The staff warmly congratulated him on his victory. Several male artists, unwilling and reluctant, also expressed their congratulations to Yi Wan under the leadership of Lin Meng.

"Congratulations to you." Lin Meng smiled.

Her etiquette is always so thorough, no matter whether it is before or after. If she were not so pure and beautiful, she would not be worthy of the eternal title of heroine. Standing next to her, Lan Hua also gave Yi Wan a fake smile.

one time.

"What kind of top student can't get the first place by relying on cleverness, or they are tied..." Qin Xing muttered behind her.

The male artists around him also agreed: "Bo Jiang's champion is the real one."

They didn't necessarily like Bo Jiang, they just wanted to step on Yi Wan, so they took Bo Jiang as a suitable gun. In the bustle of you and me, only Bo Jiang secretly grabbed Yi Wan's wrist, and he gritted his teeth

, said in his ear: "You know everything? What do you know? You are also from the past, right? What is your relationship with my third grandfather? If you were in the toilet..."

"What did I do in the toilet?" Yi Wan replied with a blank look.

"Stop pretending to be stupid!"

"I also feel very strange..." Yi Wan said slowly, "Bo Mingyuan clearly 'betrayed' his brother. If he only came out of the mountains and forests because of love, why would he imitate his brother's paintings in the mountains and forests all day long?

"

"……he."

"And Brother Bo Jiang, how do you know these details?" Yi Wan, "What is your identity?"

Bo Jiang:!!

It was obviously Yi Wan who exposed his identity first, but now Yi Wan's betrayal made him silent. Bo Jiang would never admit that he was Bo Mingjiang. His pride, his nightmare and pain would not allow him to do this.

.

The deadlock continued until another person's voice came out. When he appeared, even Lin Meng and Lan Hua beside them began to be solemn.

"Are you Yi Wan? I'm the history expert invited by the program team." He has a childish face and a kind voice without being angry, "You are an actor... right?"

"It's idol." Xiaohua, surnamed Xiong, corrected next to her.

"Aidou?"

"I can sing, dance, and act..." She.

"I played a character in the recent movie "Rao Tian Chou"." Yi Wan added.

"Oh..." Zhong was a little confused about this classification, "I can act well."

He cleared his throat and said: "I know a team that is preparing a historical drama. Are you interested in the characters in it?"

The few people who were talking about Yi Wan just now were dumbfounded. Zhong had a close relationship with CCTV, and they couldn't believe that such a huge pie fell on Yi Wan's head. Bo Jiang didn't care about it at first, until he heard it

a name.

Bo Mingjiang.

"...I think your image and temperament are very suitable for this role. You can discuss it with your agent after you go back."

…

Bo Jiang left the museum early. When he came, he was gloomy and bored, but now he was silent and empty. He told his assistant that he was going back to the university first, so he left one assistant waiting for Yi Wan while the other assistant found a car to accompany him.

The taxi disappeared into the dim sky. Yi Wan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, pressing her fingers on the glass.

Yi Wan didn't follow him, he knew that Bo Jiang just wanted to escape from the whole world at this moment.

He was also like an actor who was thrust into a script that didn't belong to him, he thought.

What kind of Bo Jiang is needed to tell a story from ancient times to the present? A talented person with a complicated and beautiful past. He needs to be able to continuously rely on traditional culture to slap modern people in the face again and again to show the coolness and coolness.

』The character must also have an appropriate tragic past - every beautiful and powerful person needs to have a psychological shadow. This psychological shadow can often be cured by their counterpart, and it is an element that promotes emotional drama.

Bo Mingjiang's country was destroyed, Bo Mingjiang saw the city destroyed and the people perished, Bo Mingjiang's suicide is just the background of these elements. In those stories, they only combine simple "pain" and "doubt", a few sentences of eachother,

A few hugs and kisses are enough for a modern person to "cure" him.

But those things are not composed of Bo Mingjiang's "pain" and "past", but his soul that has drifted to this day.

Zheng Bo Jiang will always live in the past. Zheng's emotions control him, and he cannot pretend to be a slap in the face again and again as expected in the script. The "script" only accepts simple elements related to him,

But she didn't accept him as a whole person. Therefore, Bo Jiang would always be out of place.

That's why he was so devastated when he heard that Yi Wan was selected to play Bo Mingjiang.

——He is not even Bo Mingjiang anymore.

"A person is not a setting. Life is not a story or a script. Perhaps, hundreds of years ago, they were not the same thing."

Yi Wan suddenly thought about this sentence.

Bo Jiang should not have composed this story.

There were crisp footsteps behind him, but Yi Wan didn't look back. Lan Hua's breathy laughter sounded behind him. The laughter was like a spider, with its eight claws spread out and its silky texture sticky: "It turns out I was wrong about you."

"Being tied is not your goal, your goal is to steal the character. Oh my God, is there anything as perfect and satisfying as grabbing the character in front of the original owner?" He said

Without concealing his admiration at all, he said in an extremely exaggerated tone, "You know how to design - congratulations, you have gained my respect again..."

"You're very chatty, Lan Hua."

The rain could be heard dripping outside the window, and so was Yi Wan's voice. But Lan Hua smiled.

"No more backgrounds? Would you say that to other people?" He said excitedly, "When I first saw you in this team, I knew you were different. Yi Wan, this world is ridiculous, isn't it?

Is it? Talented people are suppressed, and talented people rely on opportunism to gain privileges..."

Yi Wan was finally torn open by him. Lan Hua didn't hate Yi Wan's coldness, this rare sharpness made him feel excited.

Until Yi Wan made the next statement.

"Stop using high-sounding words to excuse yourself. You don't hate this world, nor do you have any goodwill towards this world." Yi Wan said in a calm tone, "What you hate is privilege——"

"Of course I-"

"But it's not the privilege of others." He added, "You just regret that you no longer have the privilege."

Lan Hua's face turned pale in an instant. He looked like rotten flesh with the painting skin torn off his body. Yi Wan still said: "You come from a famous family, you consider yourself to be a superior person. Without them, you are indeed one of the few."

The best among men."

"Shut up."

"It's the 'protagonists' you hate? Don't be kidding me. What you hate is that you are not the protagonist..."

"Shut up!"

Lan Hua's veins bulged. He roared forward, grabbed Yi Wan's neck, and pressed him against the glass window. Yi Wan was cut off from breathing in an instant. He gasped hard, his face turned red, and his fingers curled up.

Zhang struggled.

Until Lan Hua was thrown away by another person.

The man looked at Lan Hua, who was rolling on the ground in a panic. Lan Hua still said angrily: "Do you know who my brother is..."

"roll."

"you……"

"roll!"

The man stood in front of him, but only gave him a cold and stern look. Lan Hua finally came over, covering the wound. He chuckled, as if to save his dignity, and stepped back step by step and left.

gallery.

There were only people left in the corridor. The taller one was the one who finally spoke first.

He came to Yi Wan, squatted down, and glanced at the bruises on his neck.

"You know he is a lunatic, but you have to say this to stimulate him." He said.

The latter said calmly: "Because I know you are at the top of the stairs. I am waiting for when you will come to me."

"..."

"This seems rather pitiful, doesn't it?" The latter.

His tone was still calm, without showing off at all. The man paused, suppressed his anger and said: "...you are not pretending."

——If you want to act pitiful, at least pretend to be in front of him.

He had never seen someone like Yi Wan before, and he couldn't even call him scheming or scheming. He was sitting on the ground, clearly doing something deliberately, but he talked about it in a tone that showed no signs of showing off.

"I saw your assistant driving Bo Jiang away. He seemed very excited," Yu Rongshi finally said.

"I can take a ride-hailing service..." Yi Wan.

"Forget it, I'll take you back." Yu Rongshi said.

"Oh." Yi Wan added under his gaze, "I actually know that it's hard for celebrities to take taxis."

Yu Rongshi:......
To be continued...