After things gradually calmed down.

The wall was soon handed over to the Special Bureau for management.

Unfortunately, Director Hu's drama was forced to stop before it even started airing, and he sat on the ground nearby, looking quite dejected.

Just then.

Director Hu received a phone call.

Then he was solemnly warned.

He put down his phone.

He stared blankly at Qu Jian'er.

Qu Jian'er responded with a sincere smile.

Director Hu muttered to himself, "You're the abbot of Qingxu Temple that my third uncle mentioned? Why didn't you... There were people from the Special Bureau of Spiritual Affairs here beforehand. You were temporarily avoiding the limelight. It's all my fault, Master Qu. If it weren't for you today, we might not have been able to find the source."

Qu Jian'er, who actually just wanted to watch the show, waved her hand.

She perfectly captured the profound wisdom and magnanimity of a master.

It seems to have always been so majestic.

They successfully intimidated Director Hu.

Director Hu then recalled that his third uncle had mentioned Qu Jian'er's celebrity status, and he felt that he had no way to repay him.

All we can do is try our best to make Qu Jian'er famous!

Hearing the sincere invitation from the person in front of her, Qu Jian'er pretended to be reserved: "It's not appropriate for me to play the lead role."

Director Hu said seriously: "There's nothing wrong with it. Your sense of justice, selfless dedication, and courage are all qualities that the protagonist in my drama should have. As long as your acting is up to par, you are the protagonist!"

Qu Jian'er was the kind of person who would praise her own wares, and this was the first time she had been praised like this.

She was still a little unaccustomed to it.

Qu Jian'er raised an eyebrow: "Director Hu's female lead in the play is an unnamed person from the apocalypse. That person shouldn't be as soft-hearted as me, right? I'm afraid I won't be able to portray her."

She is now almost certain that the world she lives in is the same world as her previous life.

For some unknown reason, she somehow managed to see the book that described this world ahead of time.

I swept away a thousand thoughts.

She was very curious about what she was like in her past life in the eyes of outsiders.

At that time, she was feared by countless people, rejected by various bases, and was someone everyone kept at a distance.

Today, not only do some people still remember her, but some also indirectly praise her for her "goodness" in her past life.

Is she out of touch?

Can't keep up with modern thinking?

Then I heard it.

Director Hu sighed, "There's still too little recorded and preserved information from the apocalypse. How can we be so sure of a hero who saved countless lives based on just one aspect?"

He greatly admired that person.

What makes someone willing to endure solitude and persist in wandering outside the base and among hordes of zombies?

He could think of no other reason than selflessness.

Even if their hands are stained with blood, it's all for the sake of eliminating zombies.

What else could this be but fearlessness?

Director Hu lamented, "I really want to go back in time and see such a great person. And tell her that the end times are over, humanity has ushered in the light, and entered the interstellar age."

Qu Jian'er looked at this wonderful misunderstanding and couldn't bear to ruin her image in the other person's eyes.

In the post-apocalyptic world, the baseness of humanity was magnified to an extreme, and she disliked associating with these filthy people.

In her previous life, she was only acting out of humanitarianism.

They then desperately hacked and slashed at the zombies.

If the enemy doesn't die, then she will.

If she had to choose, it would definitely be to die for the enemy.

Qu Jian'er cleared her throat: "Such a person must have had some tricks up her sleeve to survive in the apocalypse. How did she die?"

Director Hu nodded: "It's normal that you don't know. I specifically asked many seniors in the history circle to understand a little bit, but that's all I know. She was willing to perish together with tens of thousands of zombies in order to save humanity."

There are no historical records of this "nameless person's" appearance, age, or anything else.

Historians, relying solely on unofficial historical records, have gradually dissected the story of this hero unknown to outsiders.

Qu Jian'er frowned and said, "Since it's unofficial history, it shouldn't be taken so seriously. Treating unofficial history as historical record is a provocation against official history."

She did not want her image to be distorted by history, nor to be admired and praised by future generations.

It did her no good at all.

It will also mislead future generations.

Director Hu wasn't angry; he just smiled and said, "I had the same thought as the master at the time. If I told you that the unofficial history was presented by the Zuo family, would you believe me or not?"

Qu Jian'er's pupils contracted; she never expected that it was an unofficial history provided by the Zuo family.

She felt as if a net was being cast over her head, and she was about to peel back the clouds to see the truth.

Director Hu noticed that Qu Jian'er remained silent.

I thought he was just as shocked as I was.

He initially didn't believe in unofficial histories either.

However, the Zuo family itself is an authority.

Moreover, if it weren't for the Zuo family, he wouldn't have known that there was such a great hero in history.

There would be no script of his.

Afterwards, Director Hu and the editor discussed the matter.

They decided to refine the script again so that more people could see this heroic figure.

Qu Jian'er declined the invitation to the banquet and wandered aimlessly around the corner of the movie star's room.

No one knows they live in the future.

Witness your past self.

They wouldn't be as calm as she is.

Perhaps it was a premonition.

Or perhaps they simply don't care.

Qu Jian'er stood on the ruins and looked out.

The once glorious yet defeated history has been forgotten by time, and the end times are seen again, with only gray and white as far as the eye can see.

Humans always want to move forward.

Most of them ignore history.

Little did they know that even in the most chaotic places, ashes can nurture a glimmer of hope.

Suddenly a gentle breeze came.

They will sow seeds of hope across the sky.

For example, seeing her in the future...

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