Fortunately, Xiao He isn't the type of person who cares too much about fans.
Otherwise, upon hearing Liu Rulan's words, he would probably have his Dao heart shattered: "Sister Liu, you know far too much."
Is this the power of a top agent?
"As Su Shengxi's manager, I also had some contact with that paparazzi, so by comparing various things, I was able to roughly reconstruct the truth."
Liu Rulan also comforted Xiao He, saying, "It's okay. Once this storm passes, she will leave the group on her own and won't cause you any trouble."
Xiao He: "That's not the point..."
"What happened?"
Because there were too many flaws, Xiao He thought for a while and then gave up: "Sister Liu, do you think I should update my wardrobe? In case there are more proxy buyers in the future, at least they won't just see me wearing the same set of clothes over and over again when they spend money to buy them."
“You’ve finally come to your senses. The photographer didn’t even want to talk to you last time. Every time he took a picture of you, you looked the same. He was too embarrassed to sell the photos as leaked photos from different periods, so he could only use them as freebies.” Liu Rulan finally gave Xiao He a look that said, “Don’t worry, I’ve already asked a designer to rearrange your wardrobe. From now on, you can have more variety when you go out. Don’t wear the same few outfits every day.”
"Especially that backpack of yours, I can't even be bothered to say anything about it."
Liu Rulan pointed at Xiao He's backpack with a look of disgust.
Xiao He: "..."
No, what's wrong with carrying a bag when you go out? This bag can hold a charger, power bank, tissues, water bottle, earphones, basic documents, and can also hold a hat, mask, and coat for everyday use. When going on a long trip, it can even hold some spray {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} and ointment for sprains, bruises, and bleeding.
Most importantly, it can also be used to install his computer.
These things are very necessary in special circumstances!
However, Liu Rulan ruthlessly shattered Xiao He's fantasy: "From now on, you are not allowed to bring this bag when you go out. In other situations, Xiao Chen will carry it for you. If you need anything, just ask Xiao Chen."
Xiao He looked at Xiao Chen: "Ah, but—"
Liu Rulan said expressionlessly, "Xiao Chen is here to be your assistant, not to be treated like royalty. You should give him something to do, or I'll fire him."
Xiao He: ...
Xiao Chen: ?
"Okay, okay, I got it."
Xiao He rubbed his temples, defeated.
...
July 9th was just an ordinary day.
Finally on summer vacation, He Miao lazily lay on her sofa at home.
Her mother, while hanging up the laundry, complained, "It's been several days of vacation already! All you do is lie around inside all day. You never go out for a walk. Didn't we give you travel funds?"
As we all know, college students only get two days of maternal love when they go home for vacation.
Once their two-day shelf life is over, their status at home is so low that even a dog barking at them when it passes by.
Clearly, this is the current situation for Hemiao.
"Oh, Mom, I really don't want to go out. In this hot weather, nothing is more fun than staying at home with the air conditioning on and eating watermelon."
He Miao crossed her legs and acted coquettishly while listlessly flipping through the TV.
He Mu said with obvious disdain, "Didn't I hear that one of your classmates invited you out to play? If you think it's too hot, go shopping or see a movie."
He Miao refused: "No, I don't need any more clothes, and I can watch movies on TV—"
As she spoke, she opened the homepage of Tencent Video and saw a movie poster on the main page.
Just as the rice seedlings were about to slide down, the rice mother next to her suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"
"Isn't this Xiao Liu?"
He Miao: "Huh?"
She looked at He Mu with a puzzled expression.
"Oh my, it really is Xiao Liu!" Mother He pointed to the person on the cover of the homepage. "Those eyes, that nose, my goodness, he's grown so much! He looks completely different from when he was little!"
He Miao glanced at the poster.
A black-clad swordsman holds up a long sword, looking solemnly at the camera. The three characters "Catch the Thief" are written in vigorous and powerful calligraphy, showing the style of a master. The overall style of the poster is a classic Chinese ink painting style, mainly black and white. Only the bloodstains on the sword blade and the gleam of the copper coins at the waist of the black-clad swordsman inject a touch of vivid color into the poster.
This is a shot that is both aggressive and tells a story.
And the swordsman in front of the camera—
"It looks kind of familiar..."
The seedlings looked at their mother.
Mother He chuckled softly, "It's normal that you don't know him very well. Back then, he was just a little kid of six or seven years old, only a few years older than you."
"Ah—" He Miao seemed to have a vague memory, "I think his name was... Pu Rong?"
"Yes, yes."
A look of longing immediately appeared in He Mu's eyes.
Of course, it wasn't a remembrance of Pu Rong himself, but rather a remembrance of that bygone era.
"Back then, your dad and I loved watching movies. We would rent DVDs to watch almost every now and then."
Back then, they mostly watched movies and TV series by renting DVDs, which was one of the ways for their generation to relax and have fun.
It's only been a blink of an eye, and so much time has passed...
Seeing that He's mother was lost in memories of the past again, He Miao pouted, but took the initiative to open the movie.
"The Thief Catcher," directed by Lin Yipeng and starring Pu Rong... is a new movie that just premiered today.
Since He Miao is a big fan of TV series, she has annual memberships to several video platforms. Therefore, the price of this movie was discounted for members, costing less than the price of a cup of milk tea. For He Miao, it was practically free, so she decisively paid and started watching the movie.
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A misty morning hangs in the air, amidst white walls and black tiles. A winding, clear river meanders through the peaceful town, carrying a small boat that slowly sails by. The crisp sound of horses' hooves approaches from afar, suddenly shattering the town's tranquil peace.
"Please, please give us a little more time, please—"
Amidst the commotion, a burly man with a fierce face punched the kneeling man to the ground, then picked up the little girl next to him and threw her away amidst the woman's cries.
"ah--"
The little girl was thrown into the icy river next to her, where she thrashed about in fear. The woman cried and tried to jump in after her, but the strong man grabbed her by the neck and forced her to watch helplessly as her daughter struggled in the water.
"I've already given you a lot of face! But what about you? Do you really think I'm easy to bully? Today I'm going to make you watch your own children drown in this water!"
No, don't—
The woman struggled incessantly, while her husband tried to get up from the ground with difficulty, but was stomped on by the strong man and unable to move. Meanwhile, the little girl in the river struggled less and less, and was about to sink completely to the bottom.
Just then, a small awning boat drifted in from the side and slowly approached.
The swordsman in black on the boat reached out and casually lifted the little girl from the water, a hint of a smile in his eyes: "Oh? Such good luck this morning, you actually caught a little fish?"
The morning breeze still carried a chill, and the little girl shivered, hugging her arms. Yet, her eyes were filled with confusion and gratitude as she looked at the black-clad swordsman. She coughed a few times and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, big brother."
"Damn it, what are you doing over there? Looking for death?"
In the background, the roar of a burly man can be heard coming from the shore.
The black-clad swordsman ignored him, simply taking off his raincoat and draping it over the little girl.
