Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Directors these days are really something; they actually built a scenic area just to film a TV series.

Based on Qian Lang's understanding of Lao Zhang, this guy must have made a lot of money.

Of course, only a fool wouldn't make money; if he wanted to, he would too.

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

Seeing that Qian Lang ignored her, Liu Yifei asked again.

Qian Lang then turned around and glanced at her.

"Yes, you guessed it. I traveled back from 20 years in the future. You know, you'll have a younger brother in the future. You'll be very close to him. His surname is Qian..."

Qian Lang was still talking.

Liu Yifei, however, had already crashed.

She had never seen such a shameless person in her more than ten years of life.

And isn't she prettier than her mother?

Qian Lang must be blind to keep targeting her mother.

After a while, Qian Lang finally stopped, but Liu Yifei didn't hear what he said afterward.

"Qian Lang, don't joke with me like that again. I don't like it."

Liu Yifei said with a hint of grievance.

Qian Lang was taken aback.

Then he looked at Liu Yifei carefully and said with a smile.

"You've grown up!"

Then his gaze shifted downwards a few points.

He shook his head!

He sighed.

"Sigh~~~"

He turned and left!

A girl who was completely dumbfounded was left standing there in a daze.

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"Qian Lang, can you tell my fortune?"

Chen Hao looked at Qian Lang with eyes full of admiration as he spoke.

Because today—no, just now—the famous director Zhou Xiaowen made a cameo appearance as an unnamed old monk, suspended by wires, and almost got strangled to death by the wires.

"Damn it, I forgot about that!" Qian Lang cursed inwardly.

Of all the things that happened, this was the only one he could have prevented from happening, but he simply forgot.

"What do you want to be?"

Qian Lang said listlessly.

The director was injured, forcing the production to halt, so the two of them are currently quite free.

Moreover, when it comes to fortune telling, even the White Dragon King wouldn't be convinced.

He's ruthless; he can even predict which wars are going to happen.

"Hehe, can you help me predict my future partner?"

As Chen Hao spoke, his eyes were fixed on Qian Lang's eyes!

Qian Lang, however, did not notice this and instead began to seriously recall Chen Hao's future husband.

Because they had worked together on a film set in their past lives, he had actually paid attention to Chen Hao back then. Of course, he knew Chen Hao in his past life, but Chen Hao didn't know him.

It took Qian Lang about ten seconds to remember that Chen Hao's husband's surname was Liu and that he was a very wealthy man...

Just as I was about to start rambling, I saw Chen Hao's gaze!

Suddenly it dawned on him: the person didn't want their fortune told, but rather asked him a question...

Qian Lang looked at Chen Hao and felt a slight flutter in his heart!

Maybe,,,,

Then Qian Lang chuckled again.

What gives him the right?!

and so!

"He will be a peerless hero. One day he will come to marry you riding on a seven-colored cloud. Can you wait?"

Qian Lang said with a smile, looking into Chen Hao's eyes.

The wind of Dali blew between them.

It was a wind coming down from Cangshan Mountain, carrying the chill of snow, passing through the antique-style buildings of the film studio, and blowing the stray hairs at Chen Hao's temples.

The wind carries the scent of Erhai Lake, moist and refreshing, as if trying to soothe the ripples in one's heart.

Chen Hao did not answer, but the smile on his face did not disappear.

However, a slight regret lingered in my heart.

She can wait, but can he?

The entertainment industry is a glamorous world.

She wouldn't care if Qian Lang wasn't famous, but if he became famous, she'd probably be even more miserable.

"I'd never be Zixia. She got dumped by Stephen Chow, hehe. By the way, do you also like watching 'A Chinese Odyssey'?"

"Hmm, it's pretty good, but I don't like the Monkey King. I like the Bull Demon King."

"Huh? He got cuckolded by Supreme Treasure."

"Ha, if you want to make a living, you're bound to have a bit of a cuckold's horns on your head."

"screw you!"

The two chatted happily.

Both of them knew that time was running out.

Time flies!

The inevitable separation will always come.

On the night Chen Hao left, the woman cried her heart out, as if a piece of her flesh had been cut off.

Qian Lang was also a little sad.

However, he knew why Chen Hao was crying.

Let us forget each other in the vast world!

Instead of saying goodbye forever.

That night marked the end of their relationship.

For the rest of the days, Qian Lang had plenty of free time.

Liu Yifei, on the other hand, is very busy because she has to record songs and shoot a music video at Butterfly Spring.

The day before filming wrapped, Liu Yifei released her new song "By the Butterfly Spring" in Dali!

Liu Yifei releases new song, her voice soars by Butterfly Spring!

Dali Daily, Evening News, Yunnan Daily, Evening News, Business Daily!!

A new star is rising in the music scene!

For the first time ever, Qian Lang gained 1000 Destiny Points from Liu Yifei, bringing his total Destiny Points balance to 2200.

Wrap party!

Qian Lang drank too much.

He welcomed everyone, toasting with Zhang Jizhong, Zhou Xiaowen, Hu Jun, Gao Hu, and so on—in short, with everyone.

Unfortunately, Liu Tao, Jiang Xin, Yang Lei, and Chen Hao were all absent.

It inevitably left me with a slight sense of regret.

On January 13th, Qian Lang was leaving.

But I was excited.

He's going home.

No one delivered it.

A person pushing a suitcase took a taxi directly to Dali Fengyi Airport.

Shortly after, the plane slowly took off.

Qian Lang looked at the Erhai Lake, which was getting smaller and smaller, and thought about his experiences over the past few months.

It feels like a lifetime ago!

Rebirth, fighting, women, becoming famous...

He closed his eyes.

He hoped this wasn't a dream.

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When the plane landed at Xiaoshan Airport, Qian Lang's heart skipped a beat.

He pushed his suitcase out of the terminal, and a familiar wave of damp, cold air hit him.

Winter in Zhejiang is different from that in Dali. There is no bright sunshine, no wind from Cangshan Mountain and Erhai Lake, only a chill that can seep into your bones.

But he felt a sense of familiarity.

Take a taxi, get in, and tell them your destination.

The driver was a middle-aged man, and his accent made him sound like a local. They chatted casually along the way.

Qian Lang gave a perfunctory reply, his eyes fixed on the view outside the window.

Half an hour later, he saw the Qiantang River.

The river appeared gray and hazy under the winter sky, unlike the "surging tide" suggested by its name.

It was the dry season, the river was wide and the water was shallow, exposing large areas of mudflats.

There were sand dredgers operating in the middle of the river, and the sputtering sound could be heard even through the car window.

But in his heart he was thinking of the happy times he had spent by the river in his childhood.

Swimming, fishing, catching crabs, collecting snails...

Slowly, the corners of his mouth turned up.

After driving for almost an hour, we finally turned onto that familiar village road.

Village entrance.

The old camphor tree is still there, but in winter most of its leaves have fallen, leaving its bare branches stretching towards the sky.

The stone roller under the tree is still there, but no one uses it anymore, and it's covered in dust.

Feeling apprehensive as he approached his hometown, Qian Lang quickened his pace after getting off the bus at the village entrance.

"Ah Lang's back?"

"Ah Lang, I heard you've struck it rich?"

"Ah Lang, your mom's playing mahjong at Mingqiang's house."

On the village paths, I encountered familiar faces, but they were all still young.

In particular, there was an old man who had just died last year, and Qian Lang remembered that he had attended the banquet.

It sent a chill down his spine.

Of course, he responded happily to them.

He greets women when he sees them, and gives a cigarette when he sees men.

He arrived at his doorstep in just one minute!

Looking at the familiar gate.

Two lifetimes.

He discovered it for the first time.

It turns out that this gate is just like a pair of warm arms!