Forced to open business after picking up a tyrant [Entertainment]

The rolling hills in the outer suburbs of Hengzhou have been developed into a tourist resort relying on the film and television city here.

Tianyu Group has recently built a team nearby, and has contracted more than half of the guest rooms in a five-star hotel in the park.

As an executive, Jiang Yao lives in a villa among the bamboo forests, the presidential suite.

Ever since meeting Jiang Yao in the art gallery that day, Shen Nian hadn't seen this person for several months.

But he didn't expect that in just a few months, this person would become so thin, and his face, which was already very pale, was as scary as a ghost, without blood.A face seemed to have only a piece of skin left, and the two eyeballs protruded abruptly.

"What's wrong with you?"

Shen Nian first heard Jiang Danian say that Jiang Yao was about to die, and felt that this person was lying to him.

He was dragged by Jiang Danian and brought to see Jiang Yao, and only then did he realize that Jiang Danian hadn't lied.

Shen Nian stood at the entrance, seeming to be thinking whether to go in: "Why don't you go to the doctor if you are sick?"

Jiang Yao forced a smile: "I'm fine. You are willing to come and see me."

"Jiang Danian threatened me to come." Shen Nian still had the red mark Jiang Danian just grabbed on his wrist.

"What about him! Cough..." Jiang Yao leaned against the wall, panting with difficulty, "I've told him several times, it seems that I can't control him anymore."

Jiang Yao took two steps back into the room: "Why don't you come in and sit down?"

Shen Nian hesitated: "I just came to see if he lied to me. Since you are not dead, I am leaving."

"Shen Nian..." Jiang Yao stopped him behind him, "I'm going abroad next month."

Shen Nian turned around.

Jiang Yao couldn't stand anymore, leaning against the wall, and slowly sat down on the sofa: "I'm leaving this time, I probably won't come back."

Shen Nian half-closed his eyes: "Why do you want to leave all of a sudden?"

"Because I don't need to exist here anymore."

Jiang Yao put his elbows on his knees and covered his eyes: "I will take my father with me, and he won't bother you in the future."

Shen Nian still walked into the living room, stood in front of Jiang Yao, and looked at his head from top to bottom.

Jiang Yao lowered his head, Shen Nian couldn't see his face clearly: "...What's wrong with you? Will you die?"

"No." Jiang Yao raised his almost gray face, "Does it look like he's dying?"

Shen Nian frowned: "A little bit."

Jiang Yao slumped on the sofa, staring blankly out of the window: "It's anorexia. When I went abroad, I was in a worse state than I am now."

"Very serious?"

Shen Nian always thought that he was the one who was sick at that time, and he didn't want Jiang Yao to be similar to him.

But when that person was leaving at the airport, he couldn't tell at all.

Jiang Yao said calmly: "I was lying in the hospital for three months, hanging glucose every day. I couldn't eat anything, and I vomited after eating. The doctor said that if I died alone in a foreign country, it would be very pitiful."

Shen Nian sighed in a low voice: "That's quite pitiful."

Jiang Yao continued: "It's a pity that I didn't die later, and I've survived until now. Some time ago, I had some attacks again."

"Is it because of that day?"

Shen Nian recalled that day in the art gallery, that time he completely cut off all Jiang Yao's thoughts.

"If I say no, I'm lying to you."

Jiang Yao's eyes were out of focus, and he looked out of the window blankly. The clouds were dyed with layers of orange-red afterglow, much like him now, and the faint temperature will eventually dissipate.

When Jiang Yao stood up, he staggered a bit, Shen Nian helped him up, met Jiang Yao's gaze, and in an instant, Shen Nian seemed to have returned to the past when he was a boy.

In the blink of an eye again, those green rays of light, like falling stars, were burned away by time.

Jiang Yao pushed Shen Nian's hand away: "I asked Zhao Sirui to contact Fan Yuning directly about Fan Kunyu's matter. This matter should be resolved smoothly." The man smiled, "It's the last thing I will do for you before I leave. thing."

For a moment, Shen Nian had mixed feelings in his heart.

He originally thought that he should hate Jiang Yao, but when he really met again, his hatred for more than ten years seemed not so strong.

-

In early September, the Toronto Film Festival was held as scheduled.

On the red carpet in front of the convention and exhibition center, various media outlets had already opened up their postures, and the flashing lights kept on.

Han Qiu and He Zhixing are frequent visitors to the film festival, and the number of times they walk the red carpet is like going home.

Jian Xichen wore a well-defined black suit, walked gracefully, and carried a strong imperial aura with every gesture.

As Han Qiu walked, he looked at Jian Xichen beside him, and whispered to He Zhixing, "Isn't this kid walking for the first time? Why is he walking with more aura than me? Look at Miss Zhou, she should be trembling." Walking the red carpet for the first time."

He Zhixing smiled, and his lips didn't move much: "Didn't you say that he often cosplays the emperor's character? He is used to being the emperor, so this kind of red carpet is naturally trivial."

Han Qiu waved his hands to a bunch of cameras with a smile on his face, and continued to complain in a low voice: "I told Shen Nian to suppress Xiao Jian's arrogance, but this man escaped, so that's it. I'm a director who can't be compared to me."

He Zhixing said with a smile: "You are a producer, what kind of director is that?"

"Oh, this show has lost a lot."

The flashing lights blinded Han Qiu's eyes one after another, "I think it's completely okay for the audience's choice award this time. I've watched other films, but I didn't pass them. It's a pity that I missed the director's name."

"When it's released in China, you'll get the most awards. Isn't the best film popular?" He Zhixing was much calmer than Han Qiu, "Speaking of which, why didn't Shen Nian come to walk the red carpet?"

Han Qiu choked and cleared his throat: "He is afraid that I will steal his limelight."

He Zhixing: "Oh? Is that so."

Han Qiu straightened his neck and said confidently, "Otherwise."

Before entering the arena, Shen Nian sneaked into the venue but was caught by Han Qiu.

"Old Han." Shen Nian said vaguely, "Old Han, I won't steal your limelight this time."

Han Qiu was still complacent, but there was a man beside him who attracted the attention of the audience.

At the same time, Shen Nian was sitting in the venue, holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand, swiping his mobile phone to live broadcast, all kinds of screams came out on the barrage.

"Oh! The emperor kills me!"

"Xichen is so beautiful! My paper man has a face from now on!"

"Director Han, get out of the way and block my husband's face!"

"Hey, why don't you see the screenwriter Shen Da?"

"Where's my CP!"

Shen Nian was drinking coffee leisurely, saw the live broadcast outside, and happened to be interviewing the crew of "Wei Yang". With so many big-name collaborations, do you have anything to say about this movie?"

Jian Xichen looked at the camera, as if aware of Shen Nian watching from the other end of the camera.

Jian Xichen gave a gentle smile: "It's a great honor to get guidance from all the teachers this time, and I'm very grateful to cooperate with Mr. Shen."

Han Qiu winked desperately.

Jian Xichen followed up and said, "Director Han, Mr. He, and Director Zhou, hope to cooperate again next time."

What he said was very official, but the Internet exploded because of his smile just now.

"Ah! The male god doesn't pay for killing people."

"Well, my mother asked me why I was kneeling."

"Male God.GIF"

"Thank you upstairs, I'm fine."

In the venue, just as Shen Nian had saved the GIF, Jian Xichen and the others sat down beside him.

As soon as Han Qiu sat down, he began to complain: "It's good for you, you came in early to hatch the air conditioner, and we were facing the group of flashing lights. You are going to be blind."

Shen Nian put away her mobile phone: "The screenwriter is inconspicuous, what's the interest in it?"

Han Qiu poked his head over: "Next time I'll invite you to be the starring role!"

Shen Nian moved his mouth and said silently, "Impossible."

Jian Xichen sat on the other side of Shen Nian, waiting for the lights to dim: "Did you see it just now?"

Shen Nian pretended not to know: "What did you see?"

"My confession."

"..." Shen Nian snorted, "I didn't see it, I was playing a game."

"Oh, is it?"

Taking advantage of the black light, Jian Xichen quietly grabbed Shen Nian's hand, and slid his fingertips back and forth on his palm, "Isn't that picture you saved just now showing me?"

Shen Nian was stunned.