Summer 2002.

Mid-July.

Peking is the hottest time of the year.

Outside the North Third Ring Road, in a community on Suzhou Street, in a two-bedroom bedroom, Murong Fu looked at the ceiling with blank eyes, his mind buzzing.

After a night, he finally digested the memories of this body.

He was originally the son of the Gusu Murong family, and his martial arts knowledge can be called the leader of the younger generation.

But because he has the blood of the Qianyan royal family, he always takes it as his responsibility to recover Qianyan and restore the emperor, and he will not hesitate to pay any price for this.

But because the restoration of the country was blocked one after another, even though he tried every possible way, he could not do anything, and only ended up betraying his relatives, only the maid Abi and his cousin Wang Yuyan still did not abandon him.

He was depressed, and because he had no face for his two daughters, he could only pretend to be crazy and stupid all day long, hoping to make them bored and leave.

But no matter how he practiced himself, Ah Bi and Wang Yuyan refused to leave him.

In desperation, he could only leave in the dark at night.

He returned to his hometown of Pingjiang Mansion and wanted to throw himself into Jinji Lake, but he died.

But after he jumped into the lake, he woke up again, and here he was.

This is Beiping in 2002, and his name here is Mu Rong, an eighteenth-tier actor.

Since his parents died when he was a child, he followed his grandfather to learn Peking Opera and martial arts, and was later admitted to the National Academy of Drama.

Before graduating, he was discovered by talent scouts because of his outstanding appearance, signed under Huayi's banner, and embarked on the road of acting.

But since signing the contract, he has been playing tricks most of the time, and the actors with lines he has played can be counted on one hand.

Twisting his stiff neck, he looked at the stack of novels on the bedside table with "Dragon Babu" written on them, and spat lightly: "It's ridiculous..."

His life has been full of ups and downs, and all kinds of past events are actually just a story made up in a novel?

This is a bigger blow to him than the hopelessness of recovery.

When he woke up last night and realized this, he just wanted to slap himself to death.

But at that time, he couldn't move, he couldn't even open his eyes, let alone shoot himself to death.

After a night of fusion, he digested the memories, and the thoughts of suicide gradually faded.

He realized that the past events that made him dwell on him were just stories that people used for entertainment, and they were not worth mentioning at all.

Slowly getting up, he came to the window.

The east has lit up.

The streets are full of traffic and people.

"The fiery red sun has just come out of the mountain, and the morning glow covers half of the sky..."

The uncle upstairs turned on the radio early in the morning and listened to the air laughter that must be heard every day.

Large numbers of pigeons flew over the buildings, and the pigeon whistle whistled.

"The tide on the Qiantang River is here, and today I know that I am me!"

Murong Fu muttered a sentence from his memory, and his eyes gradually cleared.

This world is the real reality.

He is the greatest luck to be able to come into this world, so why bother with everything in the book?

Since God has given him a new life, he has to take advantage of this opportunity.

With his strength, as long as his heart is there, he will be a dragon and phoenix among people wherever he is!

Click!

There was a noise outside the door.

Murong Fu had a keen sense of hearing, and with a little foot, he jumped behind the bedroom door.

Boom!

The next moment, he fell heavily on the bed.

"Xiao Mu! Are you awake? ”

A female voice came.

Murong Fu raised his head from the quilt, took a breath, and responded in a loud voice: "Wake up!" ”

"Wake up."

The female voice reminded: "I have to go to the audition today, and I can't be late for the bearded scene." ”

Murong Fu sat up and rubbed his aching ankle, feeling suspicious in his heart.

Why is his light skill gone?

Concentrating, he tried his luck, but found that the meridians in his body were empty, like a dry riverbed.

It's gone, not a drop is gone...

The internal strength that he had cultivated for half his life just disappeared...

He let out a long sigh with a lost look in his eyes.

That's it, there are gains and losses.

He has already stolen the life of the Floating Life, what else can he ask for?

If it's gone, I'll start from scratch.

Although it is not as solid as practicing since childhood, he can have half of the cultivation in his previous life, which is enough for him to run rampant in the world.

As far as he knew, there was no such thing in this world as a kind of mystical martial arts that came and went, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

"Did you hear that?"

Unable to hear his answer, the female voice raised her voice and asked again.

"Just come."

Murong Fu opened his mouth in response.

The person outside is his agent Li Xue, and he was signed into Huayi by Li Xue.

Li Xue is seven years older than him, and she is responsible for Mu Rong's business negotiations and daily life on weekdays.

Memory shows that Li Xue helped him contact a play, and he is going to audition today, and that play is:

"Dragon Babu"!

Moreover, the role he wants to audition for is none other than Murong Fu!

Do I play myself?

Murong Fu was in a weird mood.

I didn't expect myself to be a drama in this world.

No, it should be called an entertainer.

However, the artists in this world are different from the singers in his impression, and their status is not low.

The developed technology has made the drama in this world have an incomparably powerful communication channel, and it has also allowed artists to have unprecedented influence and income.

Far away in the beautiful country on the other side of the ocean, there is a place called Laiwu.

Five years ago, there was a director there who made a "Titanic" that grossed $1.8 billion.

According to the rough conversion of prices, it is equivalent to 20 million taels of silver during the Great Song Dynasty!

You must know that during the reign of Emperor Shenzong, the annual treasury income of the Great Song Dynasty was only 70 million taels of silver!

This drama earned nearly thirty percent of the annual endowment of the Great Song Dynasty!

Murong Fu couldn't imagine how many 20 million taels of silver were put together.

But he knows a little.

If he had 20 million taels of silver, he would still be a fart Qianyan!

Reliving a lifetime, he will naturally no longer work hard for the restoration of Qianyan.

The profession of an artist is very suitable for him, and he has a rich way to experience a different life, which is very interesting.

Of course, mainly because of the way to make money.

"I helped you rent a costume costume, you can try to see if it fits."

Li Xue's voice came to the door, and her voice was a little excited.

This is the biggest drama she has ever helped Mu Rong contact, Zhang Jizhong + Jin Yong, whoever plays is popular!

Murong Fu looked down at the big pants and short sleeves on his body, and shook his head slightly.

In this world, science and technology are developed, and people can use technology to go to the sky and the sea, and spread sound for thousands of miles.

But in terms of etiquette, it is becoming more and more broken.

It's too rude to walk out of the door in such a naked.

However, following the local customs, too deliberate will cause suspicion.

Murong calmed down and went out.

Outside the door, a woman under the age of thirty, wearing a professional dress and skirt, and full of business style, stood at the door, carrying a bag of clothes.

It was Li Xue.

Seeing Mu Rong walking out of the sky with a plain face, even though Li Xue was already familiar with him, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The foundation is so good!

Li Xue looked at Mu Rong's fair skin enviously, opened the bag neatly, took out a set of dark blue right-hand collared robes, and handed it to him: "Let's try it!" ”

Seeing this set of robes, Murong Fu was overjoyed, and after taking it, he thanked him and turned around and went back to the bedroom.

After a while, he came out again after changing into a robe, Li Xue's eyes lit up, and he immediately held his breath.

It's so handsome!

Mu Rong is definitely the most suitable actor in ancient costumes he has ever seen! Not one of them!

After changing into a robe, the awkwardness in Murong Fu's heart suddenly dissipated.

Looking in the mirror, he nodded in satisfaction.

That's right!

That's him!

It's just that the hair is too short, and he looks like a monk.

"Beautiful!"

Li Xue gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely: "Just rush to this look, you have today's audition!" ”

After circling around Murong Fu twice and admiring it, she raised her hand and signaled: "Okay, take it off!" ”

"Why take it off?"

Murong Fu frowned slightly.

"I'm going to audition!"

Li Xue was stunned: "How did you go over wearing this?" ”

"Go for it! I think it's good. ”

Murong Fu was very satisfied with his appearance.

"Just going? You are crazy? ”

Li Xue's eyes widened: "I wanted to take a ride in the past, and you just went to the street like this?" Besides, aren't you too hot? ”

"It doesn't matter."

Murong Fu smiled indifferently and didn't care.

The heat is hot, and he would rather be hot than go out in clothes that show his arms and thighs.

There is a loss of Sven.

Not again...

Li Xue rubbed her temples speechlessly.

This kid was born to be a star!

This was the first thing Sister Hua said after seeing Mu Rong.

Because of these words, Li Xue resolutely signed Mu Rong into his hand.

But she never thought that Mu Rong would be so difficult.

Perhaps because the circle of contact since he was a child was relatively small, and he learned the martial arts dramas of loyal ministers and military generals, Mu Rong felt a little too deep into the play.

He likes to restrain himself with the ideas of loyal ministers and righteous men in the play, and he is particularly disgusted with some necessary human feelings.

On weekdays, she took Mu Rong to invite the director to dinner and asked Mu Rong to accompany him, but he was reluctant to go.

Even if he went, he had a black face and didn't speak, just eating with his head down.

Once, she invited a big director to dinner and asked Mu Rong to toast the big director.

As a result, Mu Rong didn't say a word, got up and left, leaving her there, so embarrassed that he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

After that time, she saw it thoroughly.

Mu Rong, this guy, to put it mildly, is Qinggao.

To put it mildly, he's old-fashioned! Stubborn!

Not to mention being an actor, even to be a salesperson, he also pays attention to smiling and welcoming people.

He's not a wrist yet! What qualifies you to play the Clear Stream?

But there is no way, Mu Rong is this virtue, and he can't change it.

Seeing that Mu Rong had already made up his mind to go out like this, Li Xue didn't persuade him.

Forget it, it's better to let him enter the play early, anyway, this is his last chance.

Sister Hua has already talked to her, if Mu Rong still doesn't improve, let her go back to be her sister Li Bingyu's agent.

As for Mu Rong's side, it is estimated that he will give up directly.

There's no way, if he doesn't fight, he can't blame others.

"Let's go!"

Li Xue picked up the handbag on the sofa and took him out the door.