Otherworldly Merchant

Chapter 1154: The Death of Little Teacher and Sister (more)

That evening, the little teacher and sister were extremely excited and had been drinking in a big mouthful, which could not be stopped.

Drinking and drinking, she suddenly cried.

It seemed like she had suppressed her emotions for years and finally found a vent, and she was so sad that she cried.

We talked half the time, and she smiled like a psychopath again, wiping a tear.

She blushed, blindfolded, and shook her glass and stood up: “Sister Moon, brother-in-law, thank you so much! I'll make you another toast.” Another glass of wine was poured into my stomach.

“Sister, stop drinking.” Yin Xinyue persuaded him with some apprehension.

“No, Moon, you don't have to persuade me. I must drink today. I must be drunk! Because... because when I wake up again, I'm not me! Ha-ha-ha.” She grabbed the bottle with great stubbornness.

I sat next to her and never spoke, but I knew exactly what she was thinking.

She had already felt one successful halo after another flying towards her, and she was going to say a complete goodbye to her former failed self.

As you wish, she was drunk and completely drunk.

The soft paralysis turned into a pile of mud, but still laughing: “I'm going to be red, I'm going to be famous! Ha-ha-ha! ”

As soon as Yin Xinyue saw that she was so drunk, she hurried to help her leave, but she couldn't help herself, so she prompted me to help.

I held her arm, Yin Xinyue held her satchel, and the three of us walked out of Datang Chun planted all the way.

After a cold breeze, she sobered up a lot, twisted her head and glanced at me and kissed me violently: "Thank you brother-in-law, I love you so much, hahahaha! ”

Yin Xinyue's face suddenly looked a little ugly, as if I had seen the jealous ocean.

“Sister, you're drunk, I'll take you home.” Yin Xinyue dragged the little teacher and sister. Her eyes were icy, so I went back first.

I went back to the store for a hot bath and watched two episodes of "Ghost Blow Lights" with great boredom. Yin Xinyue dragged a tired body and pushed open the door.

“How's it going?” I asked.

“I can't tell. You're pretty sweet.” Yin Xinyue rolled her white eyes at me and said, “What can I do? Thanks to your Hongfu, she will be a big star from tomorrow. ”

As soon as I heard something was wrong, I hurried up and grabbed her shoulder: “Who can compare the stars to my wife? My wife is always the brightest one in my heart. ”

“There's still no light, is there?” I can tell from the tone of voice that Yin Xinyue's anger has disappeared for the most part, just to sarcasm me intentionally.

“How can you, you will always be the only one in my heart, the most beautiful one, my wife is the only one in the world, leaning toward the country, searching a lantern for thousands of miles can't find it, I don't know how many iron wooden fish I have broken in the last few lifetimes to build a fortune...”

“All right, all right, less poverty.” Yin Xinyue's Qi fades: “Go pour me a glass of water. ”

“Please obey my wife's orders!” I'm serious.

“Oilmouth slippery!” Yin Xinyue's face revealed a smile and everything went back to calm.

In the light of the lesson learned from this small wind wave, I never asked, and never mentioned, her name in the days to come after the little teacher and sister used the octagonal wind chimes.

Yeon Xinyue told me about her a few times.

Since the little teacher and sister hung an octagonal wind chime at home, the original thin body gradually enriched, and the small round face grew more white and delicate, both the shape and the temperament improved greatly, compared to the previous, it was a skinny bone change.

And she's getting lucky.

First, he was featured in an antique television drama by a famous director in the country.

Though she was only number two starring, she did a remarkable job, crowning the stars.

Immediately afterwards, advertising, film and television drama contracts followed, and in a very short period of time, she became a popular celebrity in the circle.

But in the meantime, she's changed completely.

She used to be mediocre but clean and selfish, shameful to actresses who betrayed their hues! But now she has no objection to all the diving rules, even taking the initiative. Investors, producers, directors, and other male stars, as long as it helps her on her way to the stars, all throw in hugs and lure them into bed one by one.

At one point, almost no one in the whole circle knew about her sniffing around.

In the eyes of outsiders, she was endless and famous at the moment, but in fact, she was already a thoroughbred and became an object of the inner circle.

During this period, her relationship with Yin Xinyue slowly faded, almost never contacted, even if occasionally encountered, a sentence or two was hastily missed, even the tone was not as friendly as before, even with a few points of pride and arrogance!

However, Yin Xinyue is pure and kind, and does not compare these with her, but still worries for her.

“Hey, how did a good guy end up like this?” When Yin Xinyue mentioned her, she was always amazed.

Not surprisingly, octagonal wind chimes are, after all, a shadow that naturally yields some unknown magical benefits, but at the same time, even more unknown misfortune.

I told her everything from the beginning, but she had long been blinded by fame, she had long been intoxicated by dreams, how could she listen?

But after all, I sent it to her, so I had to give her a final warning.

So when Yin Xinyue mentioned her to me again, I said seriously: “Xinyue, you have to inform her immediately, this thing can no longer be used, the shadow has begun to phagocyze! ”

“Master, what does that mean?” Yin Xinyue asked.

“Remember what I told you about the liquor fountain? That is, the last owner of the octagonal wind chime, she was eaten by the shadow, tortured into madness. If her mother hadn't been with her all the time, I would have destroyed the shadow spirit in a timely manner, fearing she would have died long ago. ”

“So... what should we do?” Yin Xinyue panicked as soon as she heard it. She was worried to ask.

“There is also a way, depending on her willingness to abandon this fame…” I sighed.

In fact, this is also the most lethal aspect of octagonal wind chimes, which is the exploitation of human greed.

How many more people have seen fame since ancient times?

“Stop selling her and tell her how to save her.” Yin Xinyue asked with great concern.

“Okay, you remember! To get rid of the clouds in the octagonal wind chimes, you must find a great acacia tree, buried deep under the shade of a solid black dog, and cover it with three layers of raw lime. Then go to the temple and ask for some incense ash to spill in the male yellow wine, wash your body thoroughly, and finally stay at home for seven, seven, 49 days without seeing anyone, so that you can disconnect from the octagonal wind chimes. ”

“This... I can't remember anything. Tell her.” Until this moment, Yin Xinyue was worried about the safety of her little teacher and sister, and felt the phone call.

The telephone got through, but the assistant answered it. After a long time, the voice from the other side of the telephone came: “What is it? ”

“Sister, listen to me. Now you can't hang that wind chime. Your brother-in-law said that you have now been repelled by the shadow, so it will be dangerous, you have to..."

“Moon sister, I'm in a hurry to make a TV show. I'm busy. I'll call you when I can. Bye.” The other end of the phone just hung up.

Yin Xinyue grabbed the phone and bit her lower lip.

She stunned for a while and dialed over again, but this time the other side was disconnected.

“This girl!” Yoon Xinyue dropped the phone hatefully.

After staring at the drum for a moment, she was unwilling to say, "No, I have to tell her. Say it again, I'll text him! ”

After I repeated it again, Yin Xinyue sent a text message.

That's a quick answer.

But there are only two short sentences: “I know, don't mention it. ”

It was obvious that she would never give up the octagonal chimes, not to mention everything she now had, and she saw the shadow as a second life. And I don't want us to talk about it again, let alone let people know.

She's totally obsessed, totally sinking.

Yin Xinyue dropped the phone and was silent. I also knew that it was too late.

Little sister is no longer the person we met, today she is already obsessed with the fame of the entertainment industry, let alone let herself throw the octagonal chimes, even if someone wants to take it from her, she will do everything to get it back.

It is true that, shortly thereafter, there was a multitude of negative news stories about her.

First her lovely little round face rapidly aged, no matter how many expensive cosmetics she used, no matter how famous the makeup artist was hired to hide her fading face, she was just under thirty years old, just like the flowers, but she was old and yellow, living off like an old woman.

There are rumors in the news that this is a cosmetic sequelae attack.

Immediately after that, when she came to power, all sorts of scandals came to light, and even a video of a meeting with a wealthy businessman went online, and at one point, her reputation rapidly declined, and she stinked.

She was no longer called to film, and even a few contracts that had already been agreed upon were forcibly cancelled by the investors.

She suddenly fell from the high altar to the bottom of the valley. Yin Xinyue still did not forget her sisterhood, tried to contact her again, and persuaded her to get rid of the octagonal wind chimes earlier, but she didn't even answer the phone.

Later, she heard of a gas suicide.

After Yin Xinyue learned about this news, she didn't eat, so she sat still.

I knew she was upset, so I stayed with her.

After a long time, Yin Xinyue suddenly raised her head and asked me, “Do you think she would pay that price if you let her choose again? ”

“Yes,” I replied without a doubt.

“Why?” Yin Xinyue asked strangely.

'Cause that's her choice. ”

Once fame blinds you, no matter what you choose, the end is doomed.

Perhaps Little Sister's insane drinking that night was not to say goodbye to her failed self, but to try to stay for the last time the truest, the best, the most beautiful self.