Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

There was a small commotion in the exhausted audience, and someone whispered, "It's Jiangling!"

The area illuminated by the light gradually widened, and it turned out that the person standing on the stage was not Jiang Ling alone. He was surrounded by three large mirrorless frames, surrounding him in three directions, and there were people standing behind the frames.

The same Greek white robe, the same white jade mask, the same irrefutable divine beauty.

Jiang Ling sang softly, "The flowers are gradually withering, the fish are sinking from the water, and the boy in the river who refuses to speak, who are you waiting for?"

The picture on the screen gradually changed as he sang. There was a clear river flowing beside him, and his reflection was clearly reflected on the water.

Jiang Ling took a step back slightly and slowly looked at the people behind the three mirrors.

He turned his head, walked closer, and stretched out his hand to touch the mirror.

The person behind each frame mirrors his movements accordingly.

"The strings are plucked, the disguise is gone, who follows whom and starts dancing?"

Just when his palm was about to touch the hand behind the left mirror frame that was also close, Jiang Ling suddenly retracted his hand, took two steps back, and jumped away while spinning.

The figure behind the mirror also stepped back in panic.

Jiang Ling hesitated and hesitated, but finally approached again and slowly moved his masked face towards the right frame of the mirror.

The phantom is equally close.

Jiang Ling did not flinch this time, and slowly pressed his hands against the non-existent mirror.

The person behind the mirror was as close to him as he was, and the distance between them gradually shortened to the point where they were almost only the thickness of a mirror apart from each other.

"Spinning, moving away, and coming closer again. At that moment, I heard a non-existent heartbeat."

The two made several light and graceful movements across the mirror frame. Their postures were so light and beautiful, just like the wind and snow flowing back.

Then, the range of movements became larger, large jumps and turns, and dance began to be used many times. Jiang Ling no longer cared about the figure behind the frame, and the initial clumsiness and restraint in his movements disappeared, and he began to become more comfortable.

The phantoms in the three frames made corresponding movements as he approached.

Gradually, he no longer responded when he got close to the shadow in the frame. The four of them kept the same rhythm and danced wantonly together.

When Jiang Ling finally slid to the center of the three mirror frames with one knee, everything was temporarily stopped, and only the sound of music flowed gently.

The other three people froze for an instant, as if they were not the ones who were spinning and cheering just now.

Jiang Ling knelt on the ground and slowly raised his hands and turned around, dancing nimbly in front of the three mirrors. This time, his posture was elegant and proud, like a prince wearing silver armor standing in front of the mirror and preparing to go to war.

Unknowingly, the tempo of the song accelerated, there were multiple high-scale jumps, polyphony was used continuously, the lights slowly dimmed, and a gloomy dark cloud condensed in the distant sky in the background.

But Jiang Ling was unaware of all this. He was obsessed with the illusion behind each frame, switching back and forth between them over and over again.

"Oh, I understand why the rose withered and the fish sank."

"Only your radiance is worthy of being praised."

He was so complacent that he didn't notice the fine cracks on the white jade mask, which spread from the center of his eyebrows to gradually covering the entire mask.

"Only your words are worthy of being sung."

The originally snow-white robe also began to gradually change color. The pure white was stained with an indescribable dark color, and slowly became chaotic.