The reporters were shooting a lively kung fu, a black Rolls-Royce slowly slid over, the door of the driver's position opened first, the young driver in uniform went around to the back door, respectfully opened the door, a shiny black leather shoe stepped down, followed by a long leg, as soon as the owner of the long legs appeared, immediately a sharp-eyed reporter called out his name: "Fang Qinghan!" Actor Fang Qinghan!"

Jian Han subconsciously turned his head to look, and in an instant, thousands of trees and pear blossoms were in full bloom, and the drums in his ears were ringing, and he could no longer take his eyes off the man.

Fang Qinghan was dressed in a black suit, his face was handsome, his eyes were slightly red, his face was solemn, he stood on his heels, and glanced around the audience, as far as his eyes could see, the reporters naturally put down the long guns and short cannons in their hands, Jian Han also held his breath involuntarily, his gaze seemed to be magical, making people subconsciously follow his wishes.

In the silence, Fang Qinghan finally opened his mouth, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Are you all here to attend Miss Han Xiang's memorial service?"

Without waiting for everyone to answer, he bowed slowly, "I thank you all for Han Xiang." ”

After speaking, he walked in front of everyone, stretched out his hand, and shook hands with the reporters one by one to thank him, with a sincere and natural attitude, which made people have no doubt about his sincerity.

The reporters were flattered, but they didn't scramble, waiting in line to shake hands with Fang Qinghan, in front of this man, the slightest gaffe seemed to be blasphemy against him.

In front of Su Che, Su Che took a step back, and the other party Qinghan, who took the initiative, nodded, and Fang Qinghan also bowed slightly.

Jian Han's heart was beating wildly, Fang Qinghan finally came to her, she hurriedly stretched out her right hand and rubbed it twice on the small blazer, before she put her hand on Fang Qinghan's palm tremblingly, Fang Qinghan's palm was dry and warm, making people almost reluctant to let go.

Fang Qinghan calmly opened his mouth: "Let's go in together?"

Jian Han nodded nervously, half a step behind Fang Qinghan, raised his eyes from time to time, and secretly looked at his handsome side face.

Fang Qinghan is handsome, he is the kind of elegance with a faint bookish atmosphere, not as handsome as Han Chen, nor as handsome as Su Che, but as soon as he appears, people will instantly notice him, just like a glass of old wine, there is no need to get close, there is a rich fragrance wafting out, smelling a wisp of it, he is already drunk.

Han Chen's posture was strikingly similar to Su Che, he also took a step back, nodded and greeted, Fang Qinghan was like a real king, everywhere he went, no matter how proud a knight was, he would bow his arrogant head deeply.

Walking into the mourning hall, looking at the smiling beauty in the black and white photo hanging above, Jian Han was in a trance for a while, Fang Qinghan had already twisted three pillars of incense in his hand, and bowed solemnly, and stood in front of his family after worshipping, his voice was very soft, and Jian Han listened vaguely: "...... Mourning...... Need to ...... Feel free to call ......"

The middle-aged woman with a haggard face choked up, and bowed with the seven or eight-year-old boy next to her, noticing Jian Han's gaze, Fang Hui, who was following her, whispered to her to relieve her doubts: "That's Han Xiang's mother and younger brother, her father had an accident a few years ago and was paralyzed in bed, and now that the pillars are gone, it is estimated that life will be sad." ”

Jian Han stepped forward silently, lit three sticks of incense, and went to the family to accept the family's thanks, she looked at the middle-aged woman's face very seriously, but she couldn't find a trace of familiarity, the unfamiliar face looked not as kind as Guan Su.

After Fang Qinghan finished the incense, he did not leave immediately, but stood not far from his family, and everyone who came in to offer incense would see him at a glance, and his expression immediately became solemn.

At nine o'clock, the small venue was already crowded with people from all walks of life, Fang Qinghan was invited by his family to give a speech, and he solemnly opened his mouth: "She used to be a demon saint who captivated the city and the country——"

After a pause, Fang Qinghan added: "The maid." ”

"She used to be a beautiful and kind Cinderella—" "Arrogant and willful bad sister." Fang Qinghan gasped again.

Jian Han was confused when he heard this, looked left and right, and saw that everyone looked like they knew it well, and many people even showed a knowing smile, and couldn't help but wonder more and more.

Fang Hui noticed her look, lowered his head, and whispered: "Han Xiang is also a legend, she became popular when she played a supporting role, and what Fang Qinghan said was the two films that made her popular, one played a maid and the other played a negative role." ”

"She used to be a working girl who stayed in bed every day, she used to be a female fighter in the court, she used to be a little fox fairy who was in love with immortals to no avail—" Fang Qinghan's voice became faster and faster, and Jian Han couldn't help but be grabbed by the characters he described, as if he really saw those vivid characters appear in front of him.

"And now," Fang Qinghan's voice suddenly deepened: "She can only listen quietly, listen to the regrets we tell, she will not be able to play the hysterical housewife who is tormented by life in middle age, and she will not be able to play the grandmother who is over seventy years old but worries about her children and grandchildren, I really regret, I can't see what you look like when you are old." ”

"That's what I say to you, in the best of years, always beautiful."

After Fang Qinghan finished speaking, he magically took out a budding red rose from his pocket and gently put it under the posthumous image.

The contrast between the black and white remnants and the red roses is incomparably moving.

It's like Han Xiang's life, which lost its color at this moment, but stayed forever at the moment when it was as bright as a rose.

The audience stood up and applauded like thunder.

Many people are not familiar with Han Xiang, they came here just to take a scene, and when they saw that Fang Qinghan was also there, they didn't leave, and at this moment, they were all moved by Fang Qinghan's eulogy.

Jian Han clutched his chest tightly and stared at Fang Qinghan, how could there be such a person in the world who could easily touch your heart and make you no longer yourself.

Jian Han's gaze moved to the black and white portrait in front of her, even if she knew that the female star on it was likely to be herself, Jian Han still couldn't suppress a touch of jealousy - if she slept underground one day, Fang Qinghan also read such a eulogy for her, it would really be a death without regrets.

Everyone began to leave, in the hustle and bustle, the scene was a little chaotic, and finally a reporter couldn't hold back his heart and raised his neck to ask:

"May I ask Mr. Fang, have you ever had a relationship with Miss Han Xiang?"

There was an instant silence on the field, and the guests who had originally walked out also stopped their feet, waiting for Fang Qinghan's answer with a curious expression, and Guan Han held her breath even more, for a while, she was a little afraid to hear a positive answer.

Bang, bang, bang......