Recapture the Entertainment Industry

Explosion.

Bright red flames and deafening roar when falling off a cliff. Cao Dingkun's memory was set at that moment, and then it was blank.

At this moment he is staring tirelessly into his eyes at the strange, skinny, white skeleton, streaked, white-cut, long left hand, repeated in his heart over and over again -

This must be a dream.

Ten minutes ago, he struggled to get up from a tub full of blood to this strange place. Bloodstained blades fall on the tiled floor by the bathtub. Hot water, blades, frightened, or too deep a cut to be cut under cowardice, he collected all the data to draw the closest possible conclusion - he committed suicide.

But he is certain that the explosion of the falling cliff and the series of clashes that preceded it with Su Shengbai Xuzhen were in no way illusions. He was also certain that he would not have chosen to end his life on his own initiative, even if the sky had fallen. From the past to the future, he never had such a slim body and white skin, which was exclusive to Su Shengbai, and Cao Dingkun, who should be a tall man with a long line of scars and fine muscles.

When he saw that face in the mirror, he knew he was stuck in an unsolved puzzle.

Rodin, another member of the singing group when Su Shengbai came out, had been a graphic model, from character to temperament, except for his appearance. Cao Dingkun had some knowledge of Roding-related information in order to rescue Su Shengbai from this futureless combination, but had never forgotten. Cao Dingkun has no endless patience for those who don't care about him.

But now, when Rodin's dark memories filled him, he had to digest this man's boring life. Perhaps this is God's retribution for no one in his purpose.

There was still half a can of Baiqiu on the bedside. Cao Dingkun followed his memory and flipped out the password book placed in the bedside table compartment. The password was not clear, so he took a lamp frame and smashed the password part.

Rodin has depression, isolation, depression, and severe communicative phobia. In Cao Dingkun's own memory, he was a silent and blind man. Unlike Su Shengbai, Lotus is quiet on all occasions like an outsider. He doesn't know how to socialize, he doesn't know how to grasp opportunities, whether or not he's sophisticated, this personality is a fatal hard wound in the entertainment industry. Cao Dingkun saw that he had no future without taking two pictures, and Su Shengbai privately told him that there were frequent conflicts with Luo Dingbai. His butt decided on his head, so he slipped the guy who didn't fit his eyes behind his head.

What an idiot.

Cao Dingkun smiled softly and praised himself in his heart.

It wasn't until today that I read Rodin's memories that I realized that Rodin had a history with Su Shengbai. Where's the I.Q.? He was fooled by Susan Bai in his 20s, and his eyesight gained over 40 years was eaten by dogs, right?

Su Shengbai was really good. He kicked Rodin off without hesitation, then he kicked himself off without hesitation, and hid it from anyone in Haiti. When he was in his twenties, he didn't necessarily have the means and the ability to hit another car down the hill without blinking his eyes. Such decisiveness, no superiority, is simply irrational.

Cao Dingkun lay down beside the bed, and the array of vertigo caused by the excessive loss of blood drove him mad to vomit. At the age of forty, losing a lifetime of struggling capital, be it fame, status or industry, all this will now be covered in dirt with the car that dropped off the cliff. But it never occurred to me that God was finally pulling his bereavement dog so that he could change his body and continue to breathe.

“Hahahahahahahahaha...”

He was laughing and his tears were falling, his eyes staring dead at those fine cuts on his wrist. It's like putting a slide in your head, a frame of your life. Friends, lovers, loved ones, they're all fake jokes. He did everything for it, but he lost without even his pants left.

It turns out that no one should believe in it in their entire lives, and only by themselves can it be true.

Su Shengbai and Xu Zhen, I'm afraid neither of them will think that they can regain another life, right?

Cao Dingkun shrunk his smile, touched his chest and breathed evenly. His eyes crossed a strong qi, and he matched his appearance like a melancholy prince today. He could not speak of any irreconcilability.

The quiet interior suddenly sounded a rushing knock, three times in a row without even pausing, and the frequency of soul death prompted Cao Dingkun to quickly retract God.

“Who?” he shouted, reaching over to the bed and throwing the panic into the trash can, standing up expressionlessly.

“Who are you talking about? It's your grandson! Ancestor, can you open the door?” The sound coming from the door gave Cao Dingkun a pause, and the memories that followed were like a wave that wiped him out.

He relieved the lock with a headache and saw a fat white man standing outside the door with blonde hair. The fat guy was about a meter and seven tall and had a nice eyebrow, but because of the unethical fashion card combination, he looked quite Matt's killer style.

Wu Fangyuan, in Luoding's memory there is a man with a strong ink color. He grew up with Rodin at the welfare academy. After running things around, Rodin paid to hire him as his own assistant. Actually, it's ridiculous that a small artist with no fame and work can get himself an assistant, but Wu Fangyuan does a pretty good job on assistants. He knew that Rodin was depressed, and that Rodin's life was usually well organized. The relationship between the two, speaking as a work partner, may be closer to a friend who has nothing to say and is very tacit.

“Wu Fangyuan.” Cao Dingkun stared at the man and sighed in his voice. A new life, from this moment on, will replace everything from the past.

Wu Fangyuan stunned for a moment when he saw Cao Dingkun, unable to explain why he felt an indescribable sense of disobedience. But the next second, his attention was distorted by some of the other's white, unusual faces and red, naked feet. He shot his thigh exaggerated and looked angrily at Cao Dingkun, "Rodin! How did you make yourself look like a ghost? Why isn't the phone on? ”

Rodin thought of the phone by the bathtub that was soaked with water and couldn't turn it on, and he replied, "It's broken. ”

He stepped back and let Wu Fangyuan into the room, but Wu Fangyuan jumped higher: “Ancestors! Can you grow some snacks? How many notices do you get each month? President Tani will have to promote you this time to arrange for you to attend the audition with Wuthering. If you don't like it, you can't be absent for a living! If I hadn't called you earlier, wouldn't you have let the pigeons run away again? A little ethical, okay?! ”

Luo Ding can't recall the fact that he still has a job, and it's not worth it to the original owner to come here. I'm afraid that's the difference between him and Su Shengbai. Although Su Shengbai's character is not so good, he definitely seized every opportunity to climb up as long as he was famous.

And Rodin pretended so reasonably that he didn't remember: "Oh, I forgot. ”

Wu Fangyuan's face was so true. He glanced at the house and sighed a long time. Apparently, his head ached no less than that of now Rodin.

“Ancestor, get dressed, I beg you, I beg you on my knees!” Wu Fangyuan put his hands together in a very humble position to bid farewell to Rodin without tears.

After seeing Luo Ding for a long time, he raised his head silently to say what else he wanted to say, but he stunned.

Rodin frowned slightly, gazing at him with an eye he'd never seen before. The emotions in that vision are complicated and indistinguishable. The young man, who grew up together, is clearly still one of those five officials, but at this moment he is strange as a completely different person.

The door closed against the tip of his nose before he went back to God. Banging back his sanity.

Wu Fangyuan incredibly twisted his head, strangled his brain and couldn't think of an adjective to describe the instant of Rodin. Momentum... no! It's not just that. The aura... no, it's not entirely true.

He covered his head with suspicion and his eyelids twitched like a circle of hair.

Rodin soaked himself a glass of salt and sugar and opened it, dropped the scary blood in the bathtub, packed the blades and threw them in the trash can, picked up the broken phone, and finally stood in front of the sink.

The dim light of the toilet struck him, and he smiled and extended his fingers slowly across every corner of the face.

The british nose beam, the deep melancholy eyes, the naturally smiling, thin lips, a thick pair of eyebrows, and the outline that a small clap can cover.

Even though the entertainment industry is full of handsome men and women, Rodin still has to admit, there are really few people who can grow to this level.

No wonder this personality can also sign companies with fixed exposure rates and notices, even though there are no strengths. I'm afraid it exists on the show as a vase, right? Sitting there without saying anything, just smile and instantly elevate a show that doesn't have much class.

Unfortunately, such a good gift has been buried for so long.

Rodin smiled and straightened his body, and his eyes were forced away little by little.

“Since you and I have been planted in Su Shengbai's hands, you are a difficult brother. You do not cherish this life, but I see it as treasure. I will take care of your friends and relatives, and I am dishonored that you have given up your hand in this life. ”

He slapped himself in the chest and said this silently, word for word, to the mirror.

* * * * * *

Wu Fangyuan remembered the strange feeling he had just given him. The waiting time grew old. In just half an hour, the door mat at the door was almost rubbed by him.

The door was opened and he was frightened and distracted. He almost shouted.

The scream was stuck in his throat and he couldn't get it out. He stared at Rodin with his hair curled, opened his mouth, and the whole tree was there.

Simple white shirt and grey linen casual pants, hard by the person in front of you wearing a fairy temperament with a halo. With only three buttons on the shirt, the white chest was bared out casually, and the long neck and sophisticated collarbone were difficult to ignore. Rodin was wrinkling his eyebrows, slipping his pockets, and casually tidying up Liu Hai, who was about to cover his eyebrows. He couldn't make a single move to attract attention.

Wu Fangyuan took a step back and felt that his brain was a little out of use.

He stuttered and said, "... Rodin? ”

Rodin realized half a second later that he was calling himself, glanced at Wu Fangyuan, and sounded emotionally.

Slim eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on the skin, Wu Fangyuan covered his mouth, his mind paused for two seconds, and he couldn't remember what he was going to ask.