Los Angeles, winter 1998. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the sky is getting darker, and there are fewer pedestrians on both sides of the street. A light rain fell in the sky, dripping on the people, and a layer of mist gradually rose in the air. The winter rain was pouring on the scattered leaves, and the damp ground was rippling with sporadic water, and the gentle Los Angeles finally gave people a little chill.

A man reclines on a covered bench at the edge of the park for pedestrians to rest. His body pulled into an irregular black shadow under the streetlight.

The light shone on his slightly clear face, and his dark hair was a little disheveled. Angular cheeks, tightly pursed lips, high nose bridge, deep eyes half-hidden in the shadows, light and shadow flow, and facial features look more profound in the light and shadow. His eyebrows are thick and straight, his brows are tightly locked, he looks a little melancholy and deep, and his pale blue eyes, indescribable taste, faintly show the vicissitudes of his age. The sculptural figure under the light exudes the loneliness of emptiness, exuding the elegance of a classical atmosphere like nightshade in the noisy night.

The street lamps in the rain emitted a hazy soft light in the moisture, and through the drizzle, like a wreath of flowing golden threads, shrouded his figure. Chris tightened his coat and leaned back in his chair, looking at the street scene in the rain, his eyes blurred and motionless, as if he were in another world.

A shrill horn seemed to bring Chris back to reality from his contemplation, and he straightened up and looked up at the dark clouds above him, and then his eyes flickered as he looked across the street at the already brightly lit hotel door.

After a while, a Mercedes-Benz S slowly stopped in front of the hotel. Chris's eyes suddenly lit up and he jumped out of his seat.

"Discover the target, request action!"

"Execute!"

At this moment, a GMC came to a halt in front of him. The car door opened, and three people quickly jumped out of the car and gathered around. Chris snatched a black suitcase from one of them, quickly took off his trench coat and covered it on the suitcase he was carrying, grabbed a hat and instantly buckled it on his head, and then walked towards the opposite hotel with his head down. The whole set of actions is done in one go, like flowing clouds and water, and it is indescribably chic.

"Click!"

A shout instantly broke the original artistic conception. Huge lights shone on the streets, cars were not moving, and with the sound of footsteps, a crowd of people in pocket overalls poured around. Near the corner was a large crane with a large searchlight hanging from it, and a gliding track underneath stood a bearded man holding a machine like a large box.

"Hey! Chris, awesome! A man with glasses ran up from the crowd and shouted excitedly, he was short and stocky, holding a small stack of papers, when an arm came out and would reach Chris's shoulder, and he stared at him with his head raised and his eyes shining.

"I said a long time ago, you must do it, how about it, are you going to consider my suggestion?"

"Thank you, Evan. But I'm sorry, I'm not going to change my mind, so don't mention the contract again. Chris was stunned by his staring and replied helplessly.

"Alas! I also know it's our fault, the producer wants to praise Tommy, the director and I can't help it, he's like an emperor with us. Evan squinted at a figure in the distance who was surrounded and laughing, and whispered, "But, Chris," he turned his head and said sincerely, "Anyway, offending a powerful producer for a little self-esteem is very bad for you, after all, you are just a rookie actor." And this is an action drama, even the supporting characters can have a very good performance, you really don't have to, and it's not worth pushing it off. ”

In the face of Evan's persistent persuasion, Chris just smiled wryly and shook his head, not ready to say anything more. Although he has not been in this crew for a long time, his performance and handsome image have won the recognition of many people, and he has also made several good friends, and executive director Evan Yves is one of them who admires him the most.

"Look, who's coming." Evan suddenly reminded in a low voice, "What a nasty guy. ”

"Hey! Chris, why are you standing here, your performance just now is so cool, look at the beautiful women over there are all fascinated by you. Tommy twisted his trendy dance steps and put his arm around Chris's shoulders and whistled to several female staff members in the distance, shouting into Chris's ear: "Including the beautiful cop who helped control the traffic, you should laugh at them, Chris, I promise you can take them to bed today, hahaha......"

A disgusting smell of alcohol came to his face, and even Chris's good temper couldn't help but feel the urge to flatten him, and he quietly got rid of Tommy's arm, "I'm a little tired and have to go back to rest, so I won't disturb your fun." ”

"What? You mean today's party, you're not going to go. This was my first party, and the whole crew, including producer Sitter, would be there! Tommy exclaimed in surprise, his mouth wide open, his eyebrows furrowed together, looking a little funny.

"I'm sorry, I'm really tired, thank you for the invitation." Chris replied with a sigh of disgust.

"Have you really decided?" Tommy hunched over to Chris with a look of "if you don't go, you won't respect me".

"Yes." Chris replied calmly. Since he decided to leave the crew, it didn't matter if he offended Tommy, thinking of this, Chris suddenly relaxed.

"Okay, I'd like to see what you do next." Tommy shook his hand angrily and left.

You don't care how I leave in the future, Chris said in his heart. He knew in his heart that Tommy's coming over to say hello was all Sit's instructions, and that he was nothing more than a doll with a thread in Sitt's hand, an annoying clown. The real decision is over there, Chris looks into the distance, and Sit's body is half hidden in the shadows, like a poisonous snake hidden in the shadows, suddenly biting you when you are not looking. Chris recognized this a few days ago. When Chris refused to sign the contract for the supporting role, the other party's cold eyes sent chills down his body.

But he was not going to reconcile with Sit. Chris also knows that the entertainment industry may be the most unfair business in the world, and compromise and unspoken rules are just the most common part of this big dye vat, but he can't sell his body and soul. That's right, Seite actually took the protagonist's contract for money to blackmail him into sleeping with an old rich woman! This old Wang Ba! Chris gets angry when he thinks of this.

Chris glanced at Sith's position, and Tommy was complaining loudly about something. The butt seller faced the old turtle, and he scolded in his heart. I was about to turn around, but I didn't expect to meet the cold and indifferent eyes of Shangsit, as if he was looking at an ant.

Hum! Chris turned away and walked off the set.

"Chris!" He followed the prestige, and Evan moved like a round ball, and even a short distance made him pant as if he had tracheitis.

"Chris, I forgot just now, give you this," he reached out and handed over a white business card, "You don't have an agent yet, maybe you need this, although it's not a big shot, it's okay to find you a big production role or two every year." ”

"Rest assured, there is no problem with this person's personal character." Evan's eyes flashed, "Alas! In fact, in this industry, there are a lot of pickled things, if you are ready to continue acting, you can endure it a little. ”

"Thank you, Evan, really, I'll think about it!" Chris looked at Evan seriously and said sincerely. He was now sure that Evan already knew what was going on with Seit. He was really touched by Evan's behavior of wanting to offend the producers and help him.

"Thank you, don't forget me when you become a big star, remember to find me when you want to drink!" Evan shook his hand and turned away.

Looking at the figure of Evan leaving, Chris was both surprised and a little sad, thinking that he came in a hurry some time ago, but today he was going to leave in embarrassment, and the sense of loss in his heart can be imagined. The dark clouds in the sky were accumulating deeper and deeper, as if a huge hammer was pressing on his head, and it seemed that the rain would not stop for a while. Chris took a deep breath, as if he was about to exhale all the turbidity in his body and all the negative emotions out of his body, and rushed into the rain curtain with his whole clothes.

"TMD, Hollywood is ****** blacker!" In the pouring rain, a sentence suddenly appeared that the people around him couldn't understand at all.

That's right, Chris is no longer the original Chris, or the soul no longer belongs to him, and his body is occupied by Li Ping from 2014.

Li Ping was born in Beijing in 1970 and grew up in an orphanage, but he still doesn't know who his parents are. His only relative is Dean Li, who adopted him, and the name Li Ping was also given by the dean. In China, Li Ping is just an ordinary person, without a handsome face, let alone a prominent family background.

Although Li Ping had a miserable life, he did not develop an extreme character. On the contrary, Li Ping has been very peaceful and introverted since he was a child, and he has a great desire and talent for acting. Dean Lee did his best to give him and his other partners a happy childhood and a healthy growth environment, but obviously couldn't afford his dream of becoming an actor. Relying on his own hard work, with the help of Dean Li and the teachers of the welfare school, he barely went to a second-rate university by studying half-time and half-studying. After graduating from university, I stayed in school as a lecturer, met my current wife Zhang Jie, got married and had children, and with the two of them saving money, they had a car and a house. It can be said that most of his life is like his name, ordinary work, ordinary life, everything is ordinary.

If there was anything he didn't expect, it was his wife Zhang Jie. Zhang Jie is an entertainment reporter, and an interview at an awards party made them get married. Different from Li Ping's silent and introverted, Zhang Jie is always an optimistic and cheerful woman, she is like a lark that Li Ping sings in life, a bouquet of flowers that never withers. Three years later, their daughter was born, and on that day Li Ping smiled like a fool, and happiness enveloped him like air.

Because of his own background, Li Ping loves his family very much, cherishes and works hard to run his warm little family. But God didn't want him to be better, just as Li Ping and his happy and harmonious family were walking on the road of happiness, a traffic accident wrote an end to his life. During a business trip in 2014, it was raining heavily, and a large truck suddenly lost control and crashed into itself. At the moment of impact, a lightning bolt flashed, and Li Ping saw the two cars overturned together, and then his vision became wider and wider, as if his whole body was floating, as if his soul was observing the world out of his body. Floating, Li Ping's eyes slowly appeared in front of his wife, the cheerful figure of his wife and daughter.

"Mom, look, this person on TV looks like Dad!" On the sofa, her daughter Panpan pointed to the TV with a remote control in her hand and shouted.

"Huh! It's really like a mile! The wife put down her clothes and walked over, "But your father should be home in the evening." She touched her daughter's head and smiled.

She seemed to look up at the quartz clock on the wall, and through her gaze, she also glanced at the happy group photo of the family on the table. However, Li Ping's vision was blurred, and severe pain struck, followed by a black ......