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Want to be an artist?
There are so many people who want to be an artist and become famous in one fell swoop these days!
When Bai Yu, Yuan Bing's manager, heard Jiang Weilan's words, her first reaction was to be disdainful, but the next second she looked at Jiang Weilan a few times, but she was slightly hesitant, not to mention, this girl's foundation is still very strong¡ª
Slender and well-proportioned, neither tall nor short, looks
Bai Yu took a closer look at Jiang Weilan. Jiang Weilan's appearance is very delicate, with picturesque eyebrows and fair skin.
only¡¡
"It's true that you are beautiful and have a good foundation, but the most indispensable thing in the entertainment industry is beauties."
Bai Yu spoke slowly. After all, the people who can come to this private reception today are more or less people with backgrounds, so she won't say too harsh words.
These days, the good-looking ones want to join the entertainment industry, and the unattractive ones, after plastic surgery, continue to join the entertainment circle. Of course, there are also long and distinctive people in the circle, but those people are a minority after all, and they are all people with special talents.
"I think Miss Jiang's dress should lead a good life, why bother to suffer in the entertainment industry?" Bai Yu looked at Jiang Weilan with a smile, and these words came from her heart¡ª¡ª
Others only see the brilliance of this circle, but they don't know how much filth there is behind it.
Jiang Weilan at the side sighed long after hearing Bai Yu's words: "I know that the entertainment industry is not easy, but I actually asked a senior to bring me here today. My parents died unexpectedly when I was young. After so many years, I I have always depended on my brother for life.¡±
Jiang Weilan's voice lowered unconsciously.
Yuan Bing, who had been expressionless all the time, suddenly changed his eyes when he heard Jiang Weilan's words, and then looked at her with some concern, as if he began to listen carefully.
"My eldest brother's occupation is very dangerous, and he often cannot go home for a long time."
Jiang Weilan continued, with a very serious expression: "Actually, I liked singing very much when I was young, and I always dreamed of being a singer, but unfortunatelysuch a dreamfor a family like oursis really too extravagant. "
As Jiang Weilan spoke slowly, Yuan Bing's expression became more and more moved.
Most of us have heard of unfortunate stories, but after hearing them, apart from feeling a little sad and the protagonist of the story is very pitiful, what else can we touch?
Those who have not experienced the same experience will never understand the unspeakable weight carried by the words "empathy".
? I lost my parents since I was a child, and depended on my only brother for life. I have always had a dream of singing
The story of Jiang Weilan reminded Yuan Bing of a person, a person who will always be deep in her memory and is extremely vivid¡ª¡ª
Chen Mingming.
That girl was once so bright and brilliant.
"You also like to sing?"
"I want to be a singer!"
"Let's work hard together!"
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At this moment, Yuan Bing thought of many, many things. Seeing the look of reminiscence flashing in Yuan Bing's eyes, Jiang Weilan grabbed Yuan Bing's arm suddenly. At this moment, she activated her own ability!
The surrounding noise completely stopped at this moment.
The surrounding scenes were spinning, in a trance, and then all disappeared
When Jiang Weilan regained consciousness again, she found herself standing on a playground. At this time, many teachers and students gathered on the playground, and on the wooden stage built in front of the playground, a girl in a blue school uniform was standing on the stage. There is a song in the middle, and the singing is very melodious.
That girl is
Chen Mingming!
Jiang Weilan had seen Chen Mingming's photos, and had fantasized about the bright and lively appearance of that child when he was alive, but at this moment, all imaginations became reality.
She saw Chen Mingming who was smiling in the sun.
"Chen Mingming sings well!"
"She looks good too!"
"Look at Chen Mingming and then at you"
"Speak as if you can match her!"
The surroundings are full of admiration for Chen Mingming. Who doesn't like such a sunny, beautiful girl with excellent grades and versatile talents?
In the crowd, a thin girl was wearing a baggy school uniform, looking at the stage without saying a word, with envy and admiration shining in her eyes.
Jiang WeilanStanding in the middle of the crowd, looking around, trying to find Yuan Bing or other acquaintances.
Just at this time, several female students walked past Jiang Weilan, and the leading girl snorted coldly as she walked: "Chen Mingming only has this little ability, just sensationalizing, he is young, and his scheming is so deep."
"That's right, I feel like throwing up when I see her pretending to be innocent." Another female voice echoed.
Jiang Weilan suddenly turned around and looked at the two girls. She frowned, and wanted to catch up with them to see what they looked like. At this moment, the surrounding scene suddenly changed¡ª¡ª
The playground is gone.
The singing can no longer be heard.
Appearing in front of Jiang Weilan was a somewhat familiar alley, a few students in school uniforms were surrounding a thin girl, pulling her old schoolbag.
"Stop! What are you doing!"
At this time, a clear voice suddenly sounded, and then a slender figure rushed over quickly.
It was Chen Mingming again.
Jiang Weilan watched as Chen Mingming walked up to her step by step, passed through her body, and then protected the thin girl behind her.
Jiang Weilan looked at the thin girl behind Chen Mingming, and immediately understood.
This girl is Yuan Bing.
Here is Yuan Bing's time memory, but it is not the time memory of a certain day and moment.
It was Yuan Bing who was recalling the past between her and Chen Mingming.
Therefore, these memory scenes are jumping back and forth, but the center around them is Chen Mingming.
Chen Mingming has helped Yuan Bing more than once, and both of them like singing very much.
Jiang Weilan felt the scene changes one by one, which was the deepest memory in Yuan Bing's heart, until that day
Chen Mingming is dead.
Death, to Yuan Bing who was still young back then, was really strange. She was so unfamiliar that she couldn't believe it, and she was completely unwilling to accept this reality.
"It was Lu Haihao, it was Lu Haihao who killed Sister Mingming!"
That night, the girl cried for a long time, the scene changed, and the next morning, she secretly hid the fruit knife at home in her schoolbag.
She wants to kill Lu Haihao and avenge sister Mingming!
This is the obsession of a girl.
Jiang Weilan saw the schoolbag on the back of the thin girl stepping into the gate of No. 7 Middle School with a generous face, feeling mixed feelings in her heart.
And the next moment, the surrounding scene changed again and turned into a small forest behind the school. At this time, Yuan Bing was shrinking behind a big tree, staring at a certain figure in front of him, and Jiang Weilan followed her gaze. There was a person, it was a tall, handsome and sunny boy.
He is the Prince Charming in the hearts of countless girls in school Lu Haihao.
Of course, at this moment, the Prince Charming is very anxious, and is even yelling at the phone: "Li Chunjiao! Did you do the photo thing? Don't try to push everything on me! You think you'll be fine after you transfer school Don¡¯t you forget! It¡¯s you who got drunk Chen Mingming¡¯s attention, and you are the mastermind behind the whole thing!¡± (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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