During this time, some people spread rumors that Sheng Qianye once said in an interview that if he were to meet with misfortune one day, all his property would be left to his younger brother.
This statement sounds like a trap.
But people online still believed it completely.
...
Time flies, and soon half a year has passed.
January 18th (Gregorian calendar).
Winter was not yet over when a light snow began to fall in Shengyan.
The air was extremely cold.
Rong Shang stood at the window wearing a long black coat. Outside the hotel, snowflakes drifted in the air and landed on the back of her hand.
It was icy cold and bone-chilling.
Nearby, some village girls were gossiping.
Did you know? Yesterday, the legendary singer finished his twelve-show tour, and he even cried on stage at the end! It broke my heart.
[You cried? Why?]
[It must be because of depression. Didn't everyone say Sheng Qianye had depression? Sigh, such a good person...]
[That's not true at all. The expert never said he had depression; it's just unscrupulous reporters spreading nonsense.]
...
Counting the days, Sheng Qianye left this evening.
It's only been half an hour since then.
Just then, another snowflake drifted down from outside the window and landed on the back of her hand.
Rong Chang looked out at the vast expanse of white, her gaze deep and gloomy.
After a moment of silence, her shimmering eyes flickered slightly before she closed them.
In that instant, fragmented scenes appeared before my eyes.
*
"Brother, how have you been feeling lately?"
In the upscale apartment, Sheng Qianxing took off the scarf from his neck and placed it on the sofa, while glancing at the figure dressed in white.
To his right, a stunningly handsome man sat on a luxurious sofa.
His eyes were slightly closed, and his fair, beautiful fingers were gently pinching his brow.
"fine."
A gentle and calm voice came from behind him, and Sheng Qianxing smiled slightly.
He then asked with concern, "Did you take your medicine?"
The medicine he was referring to was used to control emotions.
Sheng Qianye paused, her hand that was pinching her brow, and her voice lowered slightly, "Not yet."
"Let's wait until after we finish eating."
"Brother," Sheng Qianxing seemed somewhat worried about his health, "you must take good care of yourself."
"I know." Sheng Qianye looked up at him and smiled gently. "How are you? Is Director Zhang's new film going smoothly?"
Leaning forward from the sofa, Sheng Qianye glanced at him, then picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Director Zhang called me a few days ago and said your acting is good, and this movie will definitely be a hit after it's finished."
Sheng Qianxing scratched his head sheepishly, "Brother, please don't make fun of me. How can I become famous? As long as I can continue to be like this and get directors to ask me to act in movies, I'll be satisfied."
"Yes, it will happen." Sheng Qianye smiled gently, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Perhaps it was because he had held too many concerts recently, which had taken a toll on his physical strength and energy, but even with a smile on his face, Sheng Qianye could not hide the fatigue in his eyes.
Sheng Qianxing glanced at him discreetly, then leaned forward, looking at Sheng Qianye's exquisite profile, and said, "Brother, you look very tired. Why don't you go inside and rest for a while?"
"You've had so many concerts these past few days. If you don't get proper rest, your health will collapse sooner or later."
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