Eighty years ago.
In a small mansion in Shanghai.
The closed door suddenly opened with a creak,
A pretty girl in a light yellow dress poked her head out and looked at the heavy rain that blurred the world in front of her. She looked anxiously into the distance for a while, then turned around and took out an umbrella from inside the door.
Just as she stepped out of the door, she seemed to have seen something.
Her eyes lit up,
Her anxious face suddenly relaxed,
She said with a smile,
"Li Li,
It's suddenly raining so heavily outside. I guess you didn't have an umbrella when you came from the library,
I was about to go out to pick you up,
How did you get here? "
"It was a Mr. Yan who lent me an umbrella." Tang Li's hair was braided in two thick braids.
She trotted all the way over,
Her shoulders were still covered with water droplets,
Her pair of round cloth shoes were also slightly wet from the rain.
She stood under the eaves and put away the umbrella,
She held the book bag in one hand,
She shook the rainwater off the oil-paper umbrella unhurriedly with one hand,
She pursed her lips and smiled at Han Yulin,
Her face was fresh and elegant.
"I'm thinking too much. Your luck has been personally verified by sister Ai. It's natural for you to be able to borrow an umbrella on the road," Han Yulin said with a smile.
"Come in quickly." Han Yulin opened the door and let Tang Li in,
She closed the door behind her with a creak,
She said as she walked,
"Li Li, you'd better move to my house. It's not safe for a girl like you to live in a house alone."
"There's no safer place than that." Tang Li shook her head. "That's the house that sister Ai left behind."
When she said this, a sly light suddenly flashed in her eyes. She tilted her head and said playfully, "If you're worried, why don't you move to my house? I think brother Han Jing wants to move over. "
"Don't mention my brother, that dull wood. When sister Ai was here, he didn't dare to say anything. Now that she's gone, he only knows to write his love poems every day. It's so sour." Han Yulin said resentfully, "What do you mean by sighing at the moon and drowning your sorrows in alcohol? He's a man. If he's so cowardly, how can he be a general?"
"Really? I saw him on the street yesterday in a military vehicle with a gun. It's hard to imagine that he's like this at home. "
"Don't talk about you, I didn't think of it either. When he goes out, he is a soldier; when he closes, he is a poet. From the bold and unconstrained type to the graceful type, the only difference is a lovelorn type. "After Han Yulin ridiculed her brother, she asked with concern," Is there still no news from Sister Ai? Could something have happened? "
Tang Li said firmly, "She will be fine. Sister Ai is not an ordinary person. We all know that …" She stopped talking and exchanged a knowing look with Han Yulin.
"Is there still no news about your brother?"
"Big Sister Ai said that Big Brother should have fled abroad. How can we contact him in such a chaotic situation? Maybe when the war is over, he will come back to me, "Tang Li said lightly. She was not obsessed with finding her brother.
After all, he was the one who had abandoned his young sister.
…
An hour later.
"The rain stopped? This rain came and went quickly. "Han Yulin looked out the window.
"Then I'll go to the library now and return the umbrella to Mr. Yan." Tang Li stood up.
"Is that Mr. Yan good-looking? There are so many people in the library, but he lent you an umbrella. Is he interested in you? "
"Don't talk nonsense. He's just being nice."
"You're blushing! Looks like he's a handsome guy. "Han Yulin winked at Tang Li.
"I'm not. It's too hot in your room. Okay, I'm leaving. "Tang Li grabbed the umbrella with a red face. She did not dare to look at Han Yulin again. She lowered her head and hurried out.
"Hey, I'll go with you!" Han Yulin caught up with Tang Li and walked side by side with her.
"Why are you going?"
"I want to borrow books too!"
— — She obviously wants to see Mr. Yan.
Tang Li could not persuade her, so she had to let Han Yulin follow her. Unexpectedly, when the two of them reached the door, Han Jing walked in with a serious face.
"Yulin, hurry up and pack up. We have to go to Nanjing. Second Uncle is dying."
…
The Han siblings left for more than half a month.
When they came back, Tang Li looked much more haggard.
Han Yulin asked worriedly, "Lili, what happened recently?"
Tang Li said calmly, "Nothing, I've just been unlucky recently."
Han Yulin asked curiously, "You? Unlucky? That can't be, right? "
Tang Li shrugged and said, "I don't know why. Maybe it's because things have been too smooth in the past, so I have to go through some ups and downs."
Han Yulin said, "What's this? The law of conservation of luck? "
"Don't worry about whether I'm unlucky or not. It should be fine after a while." Tang Li paused and seemed to hesitate for a moment. Finally, she said, "Yulin, do you still remember Mr. Yan from last time?"
It had been half a month, so Han Yulin's memory was a little fuzzy. "Which one?" She frowned and tried to recall. Before Tang Li could answer, she suddenly said, "Is it the one who borrowed your umbrella in the library?"
"Yes." Tang Li's expression was a little shy. She lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at Han Yulin. "In the past half a month, I often met him in the library and found that he and I have a lot of similar interests. I invited him to my house to admire the ancient paintings this afternoon. You can come with us. "
Han Yulin smiled and gossiped, "Just invited him to look at the paintings? You're not going to ask him to stay for a meal? Lili, I don't trust your cooking skills. Why don't you bring him here? There's an auntie cooking here, and there are many paintings in my house. But I have to go to the east of the city in the afternoon to help my brother deliver something, so I may be back late. You can bring him in first. "
"Okay."
…
At that time, they all thought that it was just an invitation with some peach blossoms.
No one would have thought that what happened next would be a nightmare.
That afternoon, it suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy and stormy.
Tang Li and Mr. Yan were talking happily in the attic where the paintings were hidden. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and the sound of the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier. The raindrops hit the roof tiles like marbles falling rapidly.
Tang Li hurriedly went to close the wide open window of the attic. She inadvertently looked downstairs and saw that the window of Han Jing's room was not closed. The raindrops slanted into the room, and a puddle of water had accumulated on the desk by the window. The only servant of the Han family had just gone out to buy groceries. Obviously, she was the only one who could close the window.
"Mr. Yan, I'm sorry. I'll go downstairs to close the window first. Please help yourself." Tang Li smiled apologetically at Mr. Yan and hurriedly went downstairs.
Mr. Yan did not stay in the attic alone. Instead, he followed Tang Li downstairs unhurriedly.
The door of Han Jing's room was locked. Tang Li could only stand in the corridor against the wind and rain to close the window.
She had just put down the window hook and was about to close the window inwards when she suddenly felt a force of resistance.
A pair of large hands with distinct joints pressed against the window frame.
Tang Li looked at Mr. Yan, who stopped her from closing the window, with a questioning look in her eyes.
But Mr. Yan did not look at her at all. His eyes stared straight at a certain spot in the room without blinking. There seemed to be a dark storm gathering and rising in the depths of his eyes.
Tang Li followed his gaze and looked over.
It was Sister Ai's calligraphy that Han Jing hung on his bed. That painting was a portrait of Han Jing, so he had always treasured it the most.
Tang Li thought that Mr. Yan was only interested in the painting, so she briefly introduced it. "This is my sister's painting …"
Before she could finish, the palm of her hand holding the window was suddenly empty. The window frame instantly shattered into fine powder. The window glass crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Mr. Yan, who had been polite for more than half a month, suddenly seemed to have changed into a different person. His expression was furious, and his eyes were about to pop out. "How dare she?!" Painting another man?!
He raised his hand and grabbed the painting on the wall, and it quickly flew towards him. Mr. Yan grabbed the painting in his hand, but his movements suddenly paused.
"Your sister?!"
He suddenly realized that Tang Li had just said the word "sister". He suddenly turned his head to look at her. Tang Li was shocked by his ability to grab the painting from a distance and the crazy look in his eyes. She subconsciously took a step back.
But Mr. Yan rushed forward in an instant and suddenly grabbed Tang Li's neck fiercely. He pressed her against the corridor pillar and asked her with scarlet eyes, "Tell me, where is she?"
"Cough, cough." Tang Li was held high by the neck. Her legs were suspended in the air, and she struggled in vain. Her face was red, and she squeezed out a broken voice from her throat with difficulty. "Who?"
"Where … is A Ci?" There seemed to be a huge whirlpool rolling in Mr. Yan's pupils, as if it was going to swallow Tang Li completely. His originally handsome face was full of madness. It was very distorted, like a demon from hell. It was frightening.
"I, cough, cough, don't … know."
Tang Li's brain was not very clear because of the lack of oxygen, but the remaining trace of consciousness still reminded her that this man was a madman. It was definitely not a good thing to look for Sister Ai, so she absolutely could not reveal anything about Sister Ai.
Mr. Yan's hand pressed down mercilessly. One could almost hear the creaking sound of Tang Li's neck bone being squeezed. He said ruthlessly and coldly, "Don't you want to tell me?"
Tang Li closed her mouth and did not answer. Instead, she clung to Mr. Yan's hand with both hands, trying to force a gap to survive from his iron-like palm.
"Even if you don't tell me, I will find her sooner or later." Mr. Yan casually threw Tang Li on the ground under the corridor like throwing a rag doll. He reached out his hand and made a strange gesture above her heart.
Black gas quickly enveloped Tang Li's body. Her face was visibly gray, and she was dying.
"Well, don't waste the last bit."
…
When Han Yulin came back, she only saw Tang Li lying on the ground with a pale face. In the pouring rain, the painting left by the Ai Ci was not affected by the rain at all. It was burning fiercely, and the flame had a strange black color.
"Li Li!" Han Yulin rushed up and hugged Tang Li. "What's wrong with you?"
Tang Li weakly raised her finger and pointed outside the house.
Han Yulin looked at the direction she was trying to raise her arm.
In the distance, there was a thin black figure gradually moving away and finally disappearing completely in the rain.
The rain poured down from the sky, as if it would never end.
…
"So … you used Tang Li's name to cover up my existence to protect me?" The Ai Ci listened to Han Yulin's narration and looked very serious.
But regardless of whether Han Yulin's method would be effective or not, there was another thing that concerned her more. "Tang Li is not unlucky. Someone stole her luck." Just like Gu Ting.
What was the similarity between Gu Ting and Tang Li? Why were there always people who attacked them? She had a hunch that there was a great conspiracy behind this.
And this person with the surname Yan.
In the Ai Ci's memory, there had never been such a person with the surname Yan. Then why did he have to find her?
After sending Han Yulin away, the Ai Ci felt a rare heaviness in her heart.
For the Ai Ci, who was used to having everything under control, this feeling of unknown enemies lurking in the dark was quite a bad feeling.
…
The next day.
Director Huang was really fast. He found a new actress to play Han Yulin in just one day.
The Ai Ci followed Gu Ting to the set early in the morning. After confirming that everything was normal, she went to the usual place and did not intend to join any group that gossiped about the new Han Yulin.
But as soon as Tian Qi met her, she excitedly told her that the new Han Yulin had joined the set. She was also a newcomer and seemed to have a strong background. The Ai Ci was not surprised.
— — She already knew who the newcomer was, and it was an acquaintance.
"Ai Ci, Ai Ci! I'm finally here, hahahahaha! " Wingl enthusiastically waved at the Ai Ci from afar. She ran all the way over and immediately gave the Ai Ci a big bear hug.
Ever since they parted ways at the barbecue stall, they could only contact each other on WeChat. However, their relationship did not fade because of this. Instead, it warmed up sharply because they had a lot in common.
Wingl hugged the Ai Ci's arm excitedly and said, "Are you surprised? Are you surprised? "
The Ai Ci smiled, "… Yes, I am."
Wingl then said angrily, "You don't know how many unfair treaties I signed, how much land I gave away, and how much money I lost in exchange for Jiang Wu's concession, so that we can work together again and make a name for ourselves in the entertainment industry!"
The Ai Ci raised her eyebrows, "Jiang Wu … will give in?" That kind of man was so controlling. She already found it unbelievable that he could tolerate Wingl running away from home for two days and one night.
Wingl continued to angrily say, "Jiang Wu is too much! He actually broke into the ladies' room to catch me. He's a hooligan! Pervert! Robber! Pervert! You still haven't given me a chance to say goodbye to you! "
The Ai Ci, who had already received this sentence countless times on WeChat, silently reminded her, "… You've already written this sentence into a ten-thousand-word denunciation, so you don't have to emphasize it anymore."
Wingl angrily said, "How is it enough to say Jiang Wu's crimes!"
"Whose crimes are you talking about?" Jiang Wu's faint voice came from behind Wingl.
"Mine, of course." Wingl changed her words without hesitation.
She quickly turned around to face Jiang Wu. Her angry expression was instantly replaced by an obedient look of apology, "I dared to run away from home without taking anything with me. I really have no sense of safety. This kind of crime should be emphasized a few more times so that I can remember it well! "
Jiang Wu was used to her little tricks. He raised his hand to ruffle her hair and said helplessly, "Take care of yourself on set. If you need anything, just call me. I'll go back first."
"Okay!" Wingl's tone was brisk as she stared at Jiang Wu.
Jiang Wu looked at Wingl's expectant eyes that wanted him to leave quickly. He was both angry and amused. In the end, he couldn't help but pinch her face. Then, he changed back to his cold and domineering CEO poker face and turned to the Ai Ci.
"Miss Ai, you and Wingl are good friends. She's grown up and has never left the protection of her family. However, the entertainment industry is a complicated place. Please take care of her in the coming days."
Ai Ci: "I will."
…
For Tian Qi, today's set … was still a place with a strong learning atmosphere.
Out of nowhere, he had gained another mentor in his life.
Wingl: "Your math is too bad! You don't even know how to calculate conic curves? What about solid geometry? You don't even know plane geometry? With all due respect, why don't you go back to first year? … "
Tian Qi stared blankly at Wingl's mouth that kept opening and closing. He suddenly felt that if nightmares had a menu, Wingl would be holding his textbook with a grim smile and crazily ordering for his nightmares tonight.
— — One conic curve, one permutation, one trigonometric function. How can I miss out on trigonometry? …
Tian Qi was shocked by the imagination in his mind. He quickly stopped her. "Sis, I beg of you. Stop complaining and do something practical."
Wingl shook her head and sighed, "Okay, then let's do something practical. Sigh, I thought I was here to act. I didn't expect that I was here to be a tutor. Then let's start with plane geometry … "
Tian Qi: … Wait a minute, I'm telling you to read the script properly!
"No, sis, I have to study Chinese today. Let's talk about math tomorrow!" Tian Qi said righteously. At the same time, he quietly kicked the game console that he had brought with him into the depths of his schoolbag with the tip of his foot.
Then, he pulled on Ai Ci's sleeve and cupped his fists with a "pa" sound. He respectfully said, "Master, please enlighten me!"
The Internet-addicted Ai Ci held her phone and didn't look up, "Then you can continue to write 'Li Sao' from memory."
Tian Qi was shocked and stammered, "Uh, well … Um … How about we study geography?"
"Young man, you're about to take the college entrance examination. You can't avoid any subject. You should study hard." Wingl patted Tian Qi's shoulder and said sympathetically.
That being said, Tian Qi could only study Chinese. If the Ai Ci didn't teach him, he would be dragged into the maze by Wingl …
This was too scary.
Tian Qi never thought that he would say something like this one day. "Master, I beg you. I want to learn Chinese, classical Chinese, reading comprehension, wrong sentences … I can learn anything. I beg you to look at your disciple's eyes that are filled with a thirst for knowledge!"
The Ai Ci finished the last level happily and finally put down her phone. She stared at Tian Qi's eyes for a long time. In the end, she didn't expose him because of their teacher-student relationship, "Okay, let's learn 'The Analects of Confucius' today."
…
After a Dong Tingting, the atmosphere of the crew was obviously more harmonious. Yang Cai'ning was used to putting on a show, so the crew looked more harmonious.
The Ai Ci, Wingl, and Tian Qi formed an iron triangle after tutoring.
The Ai Ci and Wingl were in charge of eating, drinking, and having fun. Tian Qi was in charge of learning by their side.
They had a good time.
When the Ai Ci finished filming her scenes, the show she and Gu Ting recorded in Hainan was finally broadcast.
A small star like her naturally didn't have a special ceremony. At most, someone familiar with her would come up and say, "Congratulations on the completion of filming."
Therefore, the Ai Ci didn't feel like she was done filming. She didn't feel like she should leave the set at this moment. She was still dragged by Wingl to watch their show.
Wingl opened the bullet screen.
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