Shattering the talent show script, sweeping the world film scene

I heard the phrase "enjoying it" again.

Xie Xingyan finally realized that this word did not mean being relaxed and carefree; rather, it meant the exhilaration of engaging with the world.

He could no longer contain his joy; it was as if an invisible line was pulling his lips upward.

The next second, Jiangxi Heng rested his arm on the back of the chair and leaned closer to him: "Ayan, can I ask you why you keep calling me by my full name?"

Before my eyes was a magnified image of a handsome face, the impact of which was overwhelming.

Xie Xingyan's pupils dilated in shock, and he said in a daze, "I'm used to it, otherwise?"

Others would call him either "Brother Heng" or "President Jiang," but Wu Shuang would casually call him "west Heng." He didn't dare use such an intimate title; even calling him "Teacher Jiang" would be considered an expression of his emotions.

Jiangxi Heng gave a soft "oh" without getting up, and said, "When I was little, my parents would call me Aheng."

These parents are not the original owner's parents, but Martin and Ms. King.

Xie Xingyan looked at him and tentatively called out, "...Aheng?"

Jiangxi Heng straightened up, looked around restlessly, and after a few seconds, his voice held a hint of nostalgia: "It's been so long since I've heard that title."

He overcame his "homesickness," turned to look at Xie Xingyan, and said earnestly, "Xie Xingyan, thank you."

Xie Xingyan was puzzled: "Thank me for what?"

Jiangxi Heng suppressed a laugh, wanted to speak but then shook his head.

Why should I thank him?

Even without Xie Xingyan, Jiangxi Heng would still come into this world, complete his tasks step by step, retrace the path he walked in his previous life, and win one heavy yet dazzling gold award after another.

Without Xie Xingyan, Jiangxi Heng would have remained at the age of 18, but would have continued on to the age of 36.

"Flowers may bloom again, but youth never returns" is a classic line from the movie.

Jiangxi Heng was fortunate enough to be young again.

Seeing that no one spoke, Xie Xingyan raised an eyebrow, picked up the red pen on the table, and drew a heart on Jiangxi Heng's palm, starting from the red mole.

"Even if you don't say it, I know I gave you this."

He held Jiangxi Heng's hand in his palm, as if he were resting his own head on it.

Jiangxi Heng was taken aback.

—Maman, Papa used a paintbrush to put a red dot on my palm and lied to me that it was a mole!

—Hey Eli, why don't you take another look?

—How did it turn into a heart shape?

Jiangxi Heng blinked and asked softly, "When did you find out that I have a mole on my palm?"

Xie Xingyan pursed her lips and said, "Star-Making Camp, the first time we opened for business, you covered my eyes with your hand and told me not to imitate that person's ugly acting skills, and that's when I saw it."

It was so early, so early that he wasn't even fully familiar with this body yet.

Jiangxi Heng looked at the heart carefully and said bluntly, "Yes, you gave me this, the most precious thing."

Xie Xingyan was stunned.

When Beidou's variety show was airing, "Life and Death Loop" was also popular. The director asked Jiangxi Heng to interpret Aomori's love for Zeng Yue on the show, and whether it was love.

Jiangxi Heng said yes, and he also told a story about a nightingale.

It is also said that Aomori is like a nightingale, offering its most precious heart and most rare resources to the boy.

Now, Jiangxi Heng clenched his fists tightly, saying that he had received the most precious thing.

Xie Xingyan's breathing gradually became rapid.

He thought he would hear the answer five years later, but on this rainy night, in this humble house, he seemed to hear it.

"It's not that I'll say it will happen when I learn to look at someone at eye level..."

"You already are, Teacher Xie."

Jiangxi Heng's almost gentle words brought Xie Xingyan to tears, making her feel both joy and sorrow, and she almost raised her hand to cover her eyes and hide her tears.

Xie Xingyan's liking, or rather love, for Jiangxi Heng was a mixture of immense admiration and a touch of pity. When he heard him say that he hadn't heard the name "Aheng" in a long time, his first reaction was a pang of sorrow for Jiangxi Heng's unhappy past.

His own past was also shrouded in a torrential downpour.

Perhaps love is such a power, supporting him forward and giving him the courage to hold an umbrella for someone strong enough.

"You admit that I like you."

Jiangxi Heng remained silent.

Xie Xingyan looked up at him, her eyes bright: "You also admit that you like me."

Jiangxi Heng looked at the documents on the table: "Huanyu has ten scripts stored up. I heard from Wushuang that you want to audition for a role in the next season of 'Shared Apartment'. I have a new project here."

Xie Xingyan narrowed his eyes, his fox-like eyes revealing a cunning glint in them, as if he had sensitively sensed the other person's emotions.

"I've already taken care of all the necessary procedures for Dongyin's land. Now you can contact Wushuang to purchase professional recording studio equipment."

"Why aren't you answering me? Is this question so hard to answer?"

Xie Xingyan stood up from the chair and looked at Jiangxi Heng.

Jiangxi Heng looked at him and said, "I'm leaving for five years. Five years may bring about earth-shattering changes in the Chinese entertainment industry. If the restructuring of Huancai affects you, you can leave in time. Whether you need money, songs, or roles, you can contact me."

That's what you call not even acting anymore.

Xie Xingyan frowned at him: "I don't need you to feel sorry for me and try your best to make it up to me."

Jiangxi Heng smiled, knowing that he and Xie Xingyan still had a long road of adjustment to go.

“It’s not compensation, Ah Yan,” he paused for half a second, then switched to French: “L’amour est un sujet de pendaison.”

Xie Xingyan silently repeated it once: "What does it mean?"

Jiangxi Heng stroked his hair: "Love is a subject of suicide."

He didn't answer the question, but told Xie Xingyan that love is suicide, a lesson he had to learn, and that doing these things for Xie Xingyan was him paying the price for love.

If this isn't love, then what is?

4399 sang in the system space all night, then put on a miner's yellow hat, carried a small hoe, and went to dig for gold coins in the virtual market.

As an intangible and formless system, it is composed of data and can naturally take the form of countless species.

Especially after the host paid one million civilization points as wages, it could change even more things.

The mined gold coins are actually stocks in the real world. Countless individual shares are converted into thousands of accounts, which are eventually aggregated into an overseas account—the Elias pseudonym account.

The host had already agreed with it that the money would be used to prepare for the film base after it went abroad.

4399 was having a great time, and another sum of money was transferred to his account when suddenly he heard a thunderbolt crash down from the heavens.

It quickly dropped its hoe, hid behind a rock, and peered out: "What's going on? I've already submitted five-sixths of my civilization points for this month! Why is Heaven warning me?"

I didn't get this warning when my task progress was slow before!

After 4399 tried its best to sense it, it examined it again.

[Holy crap, how come there's a new item in the shop?! Isn't that the dead host?]