Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

Silence is still silence after silence, and the thick black is like an indestructible night, covering up all sounds, sounds, light and shadows.

Everyone in the audience stared up at the absolute blackness, unable to move their eyes away for a long time, as if what they saw was not the void, but the clean narcissus sinking slowly in the mud.

Just at the moment when silence was about to swallow up the entire world, a soft singing voice suddenly came.

His voice was exceptionally clear and clear, like transparent crystal without a trace of impurities.

"Is the sky getting dark? Why are you running away, little deer?"

His tone is soft, but there is a sense of remoteness in his singing, like a young man standing alone between heaven and earth singing softly.

"I saw the sun was shining brightly, the wind was cool, and the vegetation was swaying slightly."

His volume gradually increased, and his childish and pure voice floated in the empty studio hall.

It was still dark all around, but for some reason, everyone really followed his holy choir-like singing and saw a pure white light falling from mid-air. The light was so pure, so peaceful, and soothing to everyone.

The power of it arouses the most original goodness in people's hearts.

Suddenly, a bright beam of chasing light hit the stage.

The sudden light in the darkness made everyone turn their heads to avoid it reflexively. But when they got used to the light and looked at the stage again, they found a figure appearing in the center of the beam of light.

He stood in the center of the light. Everyone could not see his appearance clearly. They could only see a pure white Greek robe surrounded by plankton in the light beam. In the light and darkness, he seemed to be floating in mid-air, singing softly.

Singing holy songs, like a pure white angel with wings behind him, looking down at the people with compassion.

Slowly, everyone realized that the white jade mask on his face was intact, without even a single crack.

That's not Gangneung.

Everyone whispered in their hearts.

It's not because of the mask and costume, or the black hair, or even the different voice.

They only understood the moment he appeared. They had never seen or heard of the young man behind the mask. He came from the pure and kind world that they longed for but had never touched.

The white clouds there are as light and soft as feathers, and the light is like silver moonlight that fills the world. It is full of joy and peace, full of blessings and kindness, and you can't see any evil.

Just like this, he stood alone in the center of the empty stage, facing the complete darkness alone, awakening the whole world with his singing.

The screen slowly lit up as he sang, and the light began to appear, gradually opening gaps in the dark clouds that looked like splashes of ink, revealing the background of the blue sky, and a wisp of white cloud drifting far away from the horizon where the water and the sky met.

The vegetation began to revive, fish and insects swam from one duckweed to another, soft vines grew around the branches, and automatically formed a corolla on his head. The elk walked out of the depths of the forest, blinking its big moist eyes,

The antlers gently touched his palm.

Jiang Ling, who was dressed in gray robe, was half-kneeling next to him, with his back bent into an arch shape and his face covered with his hands.

The standing boy who looked like an angel sang softly while reaching out and slowly taking off his mask.

The face under the mask was of crystal white texture, with soft lines, and a pair of dove-gray pupils, as if they were smeared with varnish, radiant, clear and clear, it was none other than Sukarno.