After all, he still trusts this little junior brother, and the two grew up together since childhood, just like real brothers. The master died early, and the master was very strict, since he was a child, Lin Qian, who was a senior brother, took care of Shen Muxing, a little junior brother, and Shen Muxing has always relied on him.

Between brothers and sisters, what else can't be said?

Lin Qian searched around the spirit shed, but did not find Shen Muxing.

He went out of the shed and braved the drizzle to look for him outside the shed.

Outside the shed, white flags were flying everywhere, and the bells of the conjuring spirits were ringing, and it looked as if it was another world under the gloomy sky. Lin Qian stepped on the road with a little water under his feet, shuttled between the white flags, looked around, and suddenly, he heard someone talking in a corner not far away-

"Lin Zichen died at a really bad time, seeing that my new song is about to be released, I have to find time to hold a funeral for him. ”

It turned out to be Shen Muxing's voice.

Lin Qian's heart was cold, how could Shen Muxing mention himself in such a tired and dissatisfied voice?

They...... Haven't they always been brothers with deep feelings?

Subconsciously, Lin Qian's footsteps slowed down, and under the cover of layers of white flags, he approached the corner unobtrusively.

In that corner, another man's voice came from comforting Shen Muxing: "You just bear with it, you should be glad that he died early, otherwise he will always pester you to ask Shen Chunhong about it, who knows how long it will be annoying? Mu Xing, don't mind if I speak straight, your black fans are right, Lin Zichen is more talented than you want to be beautiful, if he doesn't die, even if you get out of the Peking Opera world, you will be compared with him, you lose once, you lose once, you lose once, it is a big obstacle to your future." ”

"Hmph," Shen Muxing's voice said, "How old is he?"

Another man sneered and said: "I don't care how old he is, his character can stand tall, so many scouts and so many agents of our emperor have dug his horns, and people are just engaged in Peking Opera with an iron heart, and they are unmoved." What about you? You came as soon as you were dug up by a scout, and you were compared with him. Do you think he died well? I wish he had died sooner. ”

Shen Muxing was silent, and after a while, he also sneered: "In this way, it is indeed a good time to die." ”

"If you can figure it out," the other man seemed very happy, "if he dies, you can be generous in performing brotherhood, sympathy, and when your new song is released, it can also bring you some traffic topics." And the old man of your family also died at the right time, so it is better for you to sell your miserable character than to scold you for being unfilial and a traitor in the Peking Opera industry when he lives all day long. ”

"Yes," I heard Shen Muxing say, "My old man is just stubborn, talking nonsense in front of the media, and if he doesn't die, he can't keep his mouth shut." ”

"Isn't it, so it's better for them to die. You, just put your mind down, pretend to be sad when you should pretend to be sad, shed tears when you should shed tears, anyway, people are dead, you make up a few stories of brotherly love and father-son love for everyone to like to see, sell more and sell miserably, all the benefits are yours. ”

"Brother Sun, you still have knowledge, and it's really my luck to have you as my agent. ”

The two of them laughed together.

Lin Qian was chilled when he heard it behind the white flags, he never thought that the little junior brother would say such a thing, and there was no sentimentality in his tone about the death of him and his master, only full of calculations.