Throughout the day, Han Sen replaced his predecessor and maintained the brother-sister relationship that his predecessor cherished so much.
There may be ideological conflicts between my predecessor and my parents, but there is no barrier at all between me and my sister.
Whether it's ideas, codes of conduct, or family ties, in her predecessor's mind, Han Xue was definitely the sister that her brother could risk his life to protect.
At the same time, Han Sen also discovered Han Xue's "cuteness".
Perhaps because she has been doing odd jobs all year round since high school, or perhaps because of her tutoring, Han Xue is particularly diligent and frugal, and is also particularly sensitive to money figures, and cannot stand her brother's lavish behavior.
It wasn't until early the next morning that Han Sen took out a bank card and handed it to her: "There is fifty thousand in it. I remember that you also liked playing in a band before? Keep playing. If you really have a dream, you will always have it in the future.
It will be achieved.”
Han Sen's words are not a joke. As long as Han Xue is willing, he believes that he has the ability to promote his sister to the highest level.
Han Xue's face suddenly turned red as an apple, and she said in a low voice: "Brother... my band has been disbanded a long time ago. That happened in high school, don't mention it."
He immediately reacted and widened his eyes: "Fifty thousand?"
Then he shook his head like a rattle and said, "I don't want it. The honest man will not be rewarded!"
As he spoke, he reached out to grab the bank card in his brother's hand and leaned back as hard as he could, as if he was worried that his brother would take it back soon.
Han Sen smiled and let go: "Take it and spend it. If you are short of money in the future, ask me for it. I am your brother. I have been before and I will be in the future."
Han Xue held her bank card in both hands and stared blankly at her brother's serious smile. She suddenly felt a little lost and uncomfortable for no reason. She bit her lip and said with a cry: "Brother, you were not like this before..."
"What should that be like?"
"You would have said before that you were just kidding me, and you wouldn't have given it to me at all."
Han Sen heard this and didn't explain. He smiled and said, "Then do you like the me before or the me now?"
"I like all of them."
Han Xue stomped her feet in embarrassment, laughed through her tears, and then said coquettishly: "Brother, password~~"
Han Sen was silent for a moment and sighed: "Your birthday."
…
Han Xue carried large and small bags of luggage, got on the train and left.
Those luggages were all filled with high-quality and low-priced small parts, which seemed to be ready to go back to Shencheng Normal University to sell to the alumni...
Han Sen watched the train go away, turned around, looked at the misty white clouds in the sky, and took a deep breath.
In his previous life, he was a lonely old man. His parents passed away early. He was alone for many years and felt "poor".
Of course, the so-called poverty does not mean hunger, lack of clothing or lack of housing.
It is a feeling of loneliness that comes from the depths of the soul. I feel that I am not needed, loved, or cared for in this world.
But in this life, my parents are still alive, my sister is still young, and everything is promising.
Now, I have to leave here.
In his heart, he had some expectations for the future.
The capital...is it still the same as in the previous life?
…
In an environment where almost every country in the world has adopted Chinese as a second language, the Chinese entertainment industry has also undergone earth-shaking changes.
Competition has intensified, and all walks of life are involved.
Chinese people not only have to compete with their own people, but also with people from all over the world.
As far as the entertainment industry is concerned, there are white and black actors and singers everywhere, and because they are in a foreign country, these foreigners are more involved. If they want to compete with the Chinese for jobs, then their own
Your acting and singing skills must be much better than those of Chinese people at the same level to avoid being eliminated.
Of course, any achievement that any foreigner can achieve in China is an extraordinary event for the people of their country and deserves publicity.
China is like a gilded land.
As long as they can stay here for a period of time and even achieve some impressive achievements, awards, etc., the welcome and treatment these foreigners receive after returning home will definitely be at the level of top superstars.
Han Sen could already imagine that in such a competitive environment, it would be really difficult for him to stand out if he were to fight alone.
Of course, given his ability, the future will always get better and better.
But it took too much time, and Han Sen couldn't afford to wait such a long time.
Therefore, joining the King's Reserve and making a debut with the industry resources controlled by top giants is theoretically Han Sen's only option at the moment.
…
After returning from the station, Han Sen returned to his apartment and started packing his luggage and cleaning the room.
Since it is a one-bedroom apartment, there are not many things that need to be sorted out in the whole room. Of course, the huge poster of the predecessor on the wall must be pulled down.
Can be used as a poster to tear open.
In an instant, photos all over the sky fell like snowflakes from the wall.
Han Sen stood there, thinking deeply.
Hide the photo in the gap between the poster and the wall...
This kind of behavior was never mentioned in the diary by my predecessor...
If it wasn't because I was leaving today, I would have torn this poster down...
What if there was any outrageous and shameful pattern in this photo, and once it was exposed, wouldn't it mean that the engine would be turned off before it even took off?
Han Sen lowered his head, bent down, and picked up the photos one by one. When all the photos were gathered together, he discovered that there was a thick pile, which looked like thirty or forty photos.
He sat on the edge of the bed and read through them one by one.
The first picture is of a beautiful woman at the airport...well, it's Guan Tingjiao standing in front of the railing, smiling and waving to the camera.
The second picture shows Guan Tingjiao in the airplane cabin, looking sideways at the sea of clouds outside the window.
The third picture shows her sleeping soundly.
The fourth picture shows the plane landing, a subway station full of Japanese and Chinese characters, people coming and going, Guan Tingjiao standing at the entrance of the crowded subway passage.
In the fifth picture, she is standing in front of the vending machine nearby, holding a bottle of canned coffee in her hand, handing it to the camera, smiling brightly, as if asking: "Pretty boy, do you want to drink?"
…
Each photo made Han Sen's scalp tingle when he looked at it.
This is a trip to Tokyo.
But this journey seems to be full of photos of Guan Tingjiao.
The predecessor was just a photographer, or in other words, maybe just a passerby.
"There seems to be no group photo..."
This thought crossed Han Sen's mind and he felt relieved.
He continued to look.
Soon, Han Sen found a photo of two people holding hands and walking on a snowy road, but their faces were not shown.
Turn to the next one.
Guan Tingjiao runs in the scene of falling cherry blossoms, looking very girlish.
…
Finally, I turned to the last few pictures.
A photo of a "couple" with snowy mountains in the background was printed on Han Sen's eyelids.
The front man was carrying a black backpack and a peaked cap, smiling cheerfully and gesturing with scissor hands.
Guan Tingjiao, wearing a white one-piece hat, leaned on her arms and narrowed her eyes when she smiled.
The two stood together, holding hands, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, moving intimately, smiling and waving to the camera.
This is the only group photo.
Han Sen was thoughtful. He seemed to notice something and suddenly turned the photo over and saw a paragraph written on the back.
"Actually, liking someone is like liking Mount Fuji. You can see it, but you can't move it away."
"Is there any way to move Mount Fuji? The answer is, you can walk over it yourself."
"The same is true for love, just walking around is enough."
Han Sen frowned, his face full of confusion, and the old man on the subway looked at his phone.jpg
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