Shen Jing has known about this muddy water in the porcelain entertainment industry for a long time, and nothing has changed for more than ten years, although the country has formulated very strict rules for this circle, but everywhere has its dark side, and the entertainment industry is no exception.

Many people come in with dreams, some of them leave with their dreams, and the rest of them have their dreams slowly shattered, and in the end, the only common pursuit of everyone is just for the sake of popularity.

In order to be popular, actors don't need acting skills, singers don't need to invest emotions to sing, musicians can make music without worry, and stars only need to show off for the audience.

Shen Jing discovered this many years ago, so she chose to go to the United States to develop instead of choosing to be in the porcelain country, because the soil of the rice country is easier for people with dreams to realize.

But it is not that the rice country is necessarily better than the porcelain country, on the contrary, if even the soil like the porcelain country can be a blockbuster, and even the clouds go straight up and step on the clouds, then the future achievements will be higher than in the rice country.

There are no such examples, but there is only one in a hundred years, and that is known as "the most amazing bird of paradise in a century": Qiu Moyao.

To be honest, cultivating Qiu Moyao is the most proud thing Shen Jing has ever done for so many years, and if it weren't for the Chen family's constraints, maybe Qiu Moyao's achievements would be more than that.

In addition, the entertainment industry in the porcelain country is the grave of most people who have dreams, and only those who let go of their dreams can get drunk and dream here.

……

One song is finished.

Ma Yu walked off the stage slowly, with a smile on her lips, and her eyes were mixed with some reluctance to the stage.

Ma Yu's afterglow looked at the audience seats on both sides, and the applause hit her like a tide, and sure enough, only this feeling of spotlight made people nostalgic the most, just like the drugs she had tried, which made people feel dreamy and happy, as if rising into the clouds, overlooking everyone to worship.

……

Li Qixin saw the expression of the woman in the chiffon shirt, her small index finger secretly poked Luo Jin's baby fat cheek, and whispered in her ear, "That woman named Ma Yu has such a strange expression, it feels like it was just over." ”

Luo Jin listened with a blank look on his face, and asked rhetorically, "Which one?" ”

Li Qixin coughed dryly, and said angrily, "You should really let your family Su Ye teach you how to snap between men and women, stupid." I'm going to take the stage, so I won't talk about it. ”

The burgundy girl with short curly hair hurried backstage, leaving behind a blushing black-haired girl.

And Su Ye's shame play, bah blah.

……

Inside an apartment in S City.

"Is it decided?" The young man whispered, but his eyes were quietly looking into the distance, and not far away, there was an empty cemetery.

"Hmm." The beautiful woman beside the man also looked into the distance, her slender and white five fingers clenched into fists, but there was a trace of sadness in her eyes, and a touch of determination.

"By the way, there's a gift for you."

The young man smiled slightly, raised his left hand and spread his fingers towards the air in front of him, and a small dark vortex formed in front of the man's palm.

The man's palm shrank, and his left hand gradually retracted, and a part of an object slowly appeared from the small whirlpool.

Crimson hilt.

The first thing Qiu Moyao saw from the whirlpool was this cylindrical object like a red glow, and she realized almost the next moment that it was the hilt of a sword.

The hilt of the sword was outlined with dark gold lines, and under the rounded and flawless outline, there seemed to be wisps of white smoke flowing around the dark gold lines.

Just the hilt of the sword made Qiu Moyao feel like it in her heart.

Behind the crimson hilt is a snow-white sword body that forms a bright color difference, and in the middle of the sword body is a groove that forms a straight line, and there are orchids engraved on both sides of the groove.

This sword is very beautiful, she said to herself.

"Is it pretty?" Su Ye looked at the stunned beautiful girl and suddenly said loudly.

Qiu Moyao nodded subconsciously, but found the man's narrow gaze.

Su Ye smiled lightly, and his slender five fingers gently grasped the crimson hilt, and then the crimson starlight converged on the snow-white sword body, forming a scabbard to wrap it.

Su Ye held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and handed the end of the scabbard to Qiu Moyao with the other.

"The first time I received an apprentice, it stands to reason that I should have given you a gift a long time ago, but I forgot, just as you are going to the capital now, I will give you a sword to make up for it."

Qiu Moyao was stunned and hesitated slightly.

Su Ye smiled, reached out and took Qiu Moyao's plain hand and gently pressed it on the blade of the sword that was automatically unsheathed, a wisp of red silk slowly soaked the snow-white sword body, and Qiu Moyao immediately felt something more in her heart.

"No one can refuse what I give, and you are no exception."

Qiu Moyao didn't seem to hear the man's words at this time, and a pair of eyes like autumn water quietly looked at her little hand that was tightly held by the man.

Should I break free or not?

But the man had let go of his hand and had an answer to the question.

Qiu Moyao's calm expression hid the loss in her heart, and she asked casually, "What is this sword called?" ”

"Since it was given to you, it should be named by you." The man who has always been domineering in this regard is relieved like a meeting.

"Call it Crimson, Crimson Snow." Qiu Moyao said softly.

"Not a bad name, Scarlet Snow doesn't have a spirit of her own for the time being, and you need to cultivate it yourself." The man said softly.

"Hmm." Qiu Moyao's answer was neither salty nor light, and she seemed to be a little absent-minded.

"There should be no one in this world to stop you, and you don't need me to do anything when you go to the capital this time." The man smiled to himself.

This world?

Qiu Moyao frowned slightly thoughtfully when she heard this, and then looked up as if she had thought of something and asked, "Will you stay in this world forever?" ”

"No, it won't."

Qiu Moyao bit her lip, sure enough, this world is like an invisible shackle for her at this time, let alone for this man.

"When will you leave?" Qiu Moyao tried her best to keep her tone calm.

"I don't know, but it should be in a year." The man seemed somewhat unreserved.

Qiu Moyao didn't know whether to ask this man to stay, but she knew that no matter what she did, it would be too much.

"Where are you going?" Qiu Moyao chose another way to find the answer.

"No amount of beautiful scenery will stop me." The man seemed to answer.

Qiu Moyao understood, if she wanted to know where this man went, she had to surpass this man first.

Because for this man, no matter how beautiful the scenery along the way is, it will not stop him, because he is on a train that never stops.