Life was not only about the problems in front of you but also about poetry and the fields in the distance.

Although we lamented what she did, we cared more about the departure of an excellent actress. She amazed my youth, but she couldn't make the following days gentle.

This was the first time that the public film critics had spoken out about You Ruohan's death.

People died like lights going off, with all hopes becoming empty, but those who stayed still had to live their own life.

After the drug scandals, the TV and film administrative authorities stated that all major media platforms were forbidden to publicize anything related to bad-behaving artists, so You Ruohan's body bidding farewell would be very low-key and simple.

This was the result of many fans taking the initiative to request.

"If Little Han could see it, she should be able to leave with a smile. This is not a waste of her efforts and persistence all these years." Pan Yumei sighed.

Zhang Ji had a mixed opinion about the actions of these fans.

Many times, he looked down on these fans. Their love for the stars came for no reason, continued for a short time, and came and went frequently. This kind of love, admiration, and fascination was worthless in his eyes. But at this time, Zhang Ji, even from afar, could feel their unity and determination to do something. It was as if all the obstacles in front of them were only fleeting clouds, which they could disperse as soon as they wanted to blow it away.

You Ruohan had put Zhang Ji and the company in serious trouble. However, they had worked together for many years. Watching her advance from a nameless female college student to one of the four most popular actresses with his help, Zhang Ji had quite complicated feelings for You Ruohan. Compared with this, the connections and interpersonal relationships behind her were more complex.

After the initial anger, Zhang Ji felt the same as most of the parents who were entrapped by their naughty children and had to patiently help them solve problems. The only difference was probably when facing Feng Yufei.

This child, whom she had hidden very well and far away from worldly affairs, was inevitably involved in this storm after her death. The fog of the truth was too thick, and Zhang Ji did not know how much You Ruohan's death was related to this child, but as long as there was a little bit of connection, he had reason to hate him!

It was hatred.

From the first moment he saw that person, he was sure that when facing that person, his emotions and position were hatred.

Ever since entering the management level of Xingyun Entertainment, he hadn't had this feeling of frustration and things completely out of control for many years. But she and that person had him relive it again.

Forget it!

A person's birth and death always had to come in a form before they could be considered to be useful to this world, especially for someone like her who had once been in the spotlight, so how could she silently leave?

His hatred for that person was also related to the factor that he was not powerful enough.

The higher he climbed, the more he respected this world. If that child wanted to understand this principle, he would need many years of training. Or perhaps he would never understand it in this life since he was protected by You Ruohan so well.

"Are you ready?" Thinking back to his brain, Zhang Ji focused his eyes again. He looked at the group of fans sitting downstairs with white flowers in their hands and asked the assistant without turning around.

"President Zhang, the signing and farewell ceremony will be on the same day. Although quite a rush, these ceremonies won't be affected." Zhang Ji's assistant was a man around 28 years old. He, with short hair, was taller than Zhang Ji. They had different appearances, but their way of doing things always gave people a similar feeling. He calmly looked at the back of his boss, with his eyes filled with worship and awe. His words were respectful but full of certainty.

"Watch it carefully. Don't make any mistakes!" Despite the trust, what should be stressed still had to be emphasized.

After saying this, Zhang Ji turned back to his seat and closed his eyes. In the past few days, Pan Yumei was not the only one who had not rested well. He was also the same.

The interests involved in this circle were too great. Therefore, You Ruohan's death should also be handled with great care. Zhang Ji had been negotiating between different classes for the past few days and did not dare to relax for a moment. When having free time, he had to participate in the discussion meeting with the company's higher-ups. Now that the matter had finally been resolved, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

Seeing that his boss was silent, the assistant left quietly. He left the office for Zhang Ji so that the latter could have a good rest. As Zhang Ji's assistant, he knew how difficult his boss had been these days. As one of the major shareholders in Xingyun Entertainment and also the executive president, he was under a lot of pressure from the inside and the outside concerning You Ruohan's matter.

The settlement of this public relations crisis could be said to be extremely satisfactory. Although the company had to give up a huge market share, it did not pay much practical benefit. To put it bluntly, even if they gave something to you, you might not be capable to take it. Moreover, who did not have any friends or connections in this position?

"Sigh! I hope that Shen Moyun can be as lucky as ever. She can take some of You Ruohan's resources and restore a part of Xingyun Entertainment's loss. I hope Sister Han's son will be more capable and live up to President Zhang's expectations!" The little assistant thought silently in his heart.

After the signing ceremony, Feng Yufei quickly changed his clothes and left under the surprised gazes of his colleagues.

After being pestered by the reporters for a while, An Zidong, who came back a little late, almost bumped into Feng Yufei who had rushed out of the door.

Looking at the vigorous Feng Yufei walking past him, An Zidong always felt that the aura revealed by the young man in private was far stronger than in public. Could it be that he was also a person with a story?

It seemed that Xingyun Entertainment made big moves this year! No wonder his mother would rather sacrifice his high school studies to force him to make a comeback this year.

Pan Yumei waited in the car first and came out of the VIP passage of the venue. Feng Yufei got into the black commercial car skillfully. The car turned around and rushed to the farewell ceremony in the suburbs as fast as possible.

Though very sleepy, Feng Yufei couldn't sleep. After getting in the car, Pan Yumei still had a lot of things to tell. She felt her brain heavy and short of oxygen. Her vision was blurry and her ears couldn't hear clearly. She was dizzy and couldn't distinguish things. She rolled down the car window. Anyway, she didn't have to be afraid of her current appearance, or her follow-up trip being photographed by the paparazzi.

Even though she was in a different time and space, the unique air around her told her that this was the political and cultural center of China—Beiping, which, with the same soul and pulse as the capital of her previous life, was also the place where she would survive and want to escape in the future.

In the dry wind, Feng Yufei took a breath of turbid air and became more clear-headed.

There were too many things to digest in the past few days. Even if she could think and solve problems like an adult, she was helpless in the face of a mountain-like job. The predicament could not be improved in a short period. She simply didn't bother to think about so much. She let nature take its course and listened to the company's arrangements to empty her thoughts, letting herself wander outside.

Whether it was a blessing or a curse, it was something unavoidable.

A woman in her 30s had loved and been hurt. She had let go of everything she had grown up with and returned her life to peace. Occasionally, there would be ripples in her heart. But it was just the unwillingness in face of an ordinary fate. Since she had already lost her initial aspiration, even if she still had fantasies about the future, it was difficult for her to be as passionate and naive as when she was 20.

While Feng Yufei was sighing with emotion, Li Muqing was very excited because she had gotten what she wanted and successfully became Xiao Chuhong's disciple!

Xiao Chuhong was one of the few world-class dance masters in China. She had practiced dancing since she was a child. She had made a name for herself since high school. After winning the first world-class modern dance champion award, she won several awards in various world-class dance competitions and progressed ahead of many seniors.

The current Xiao Chuhong was extremely accomplished in the field of dancing, but she did not stop there. Not only did she build her dance team into a world-class one, but she also actively trained new people with performance talent, ready to step into different fields and open up new businesses.

Under such an opportunity, Li Muqing expressed her thoughts at the right time, and her mother, who happened to have the same idea as her, managed to obtain a student spot through her own connections.

The two things together made Li Muqing extremely happy. Even though she had made many plans in her heart, the road to her dreams was paved just like that. It still made her feel a little dreamy, which was too easy to believe.

Li Muqing's mother was once a senior disciple who studied together with Xiao Chuhong. Their friendship was naturally extraordinary. Li Muqing danced classical ballet, which was different from Xiao Chuhong's most skilled dance. However, Xiao Chuhong could become a dance master. This small problem naturally could not stump her.

Li Muqing had worked hard enough to pick up the dance having been abandoned for more than ten years in her previous life, with the help of her existing foundation of dance when she was 16 and 17.

Having just finished the dance assessment plus a little excitement, Li Muqing flushed her young face. There was a different kind of amorous feeling in her youthfulness, which made Xiao Chuhong more satisfied with her new disciple.

Her dancing skills were good, and she could also endure hardships. Moreover, her appearance and temperament were outstanding in all aspects. It was not a waste to give her a student spot.

Due to recent good things, Xiao Chuhong was in a particularly good mood, vaguely seeing the possibility that the new project would succeed.

Xiao Chuhong, who had retired from the world dance industry, was full of confidence. However, she was always uncertain about the new project. She did not expect to open another peak in her life through this new project. Among the three people in the dance room, only Li Muqing knew that after this summer, there would be another capable person in Beiping's cultural circle who could compete with Duan Qinghong who had extraordinary skills.

Although a woman, Duan Qinghong had done things that many men could not do.

Part of her success was due to her good birth. At this stage, her identity as the direct descendant of the Duan Family had swept away the huge obstacles to her becoming the biggest promoter of the Chinese movie. More importantly, she was married to a nation-level director in China after a few years. From creation to distribution, and with the Lin family, which had always focused on theater operation and cooperated well with her, Dun Qinghong's film career and entertainment industry were completely restored, rendering her powerful in the Chinese movie industry.

However, although strong, Duan Qinghong was not invincible.

Speaking of which, she could not help but admire Xiao Chuhong's foresight and accurate judgment. Xiao Chuhong had rushed out halfway and developed, perfectly avoiding career competition and conflict with Duan Qinghong. She had kept the key part of the film and television circle in her own hands, on par with Duan Qinghong.

Feng Yufei, who had just been reborn, had not come into contact with these two queens. She was currently a weak and small soldier. Only when she became a big boss like Zhang Ji would she have the opportunity to negotiate with these two people.

It didn't mean that they wouldn't be able to meet each other in the future. You Ruohan's illegitimate son would inevitably have dealings with these two in the entertainment industry. Hopefully, they were friends instead of enemies.

You Ruohan's body farewell ceremony was not chosen to be on the seventh day after her death. Instead, it was one day ahead. The seventh day was to be left for Feng Yufei and some other people.

This afternoon, thousands of fans were in white T-shirts, held white flowers in their hands, and gathered outside the shed to bid farewell to their idol. After learning the news, they waited until now from the morning. Several fans who were crying very sadly fainted and woke up. They clearly could not bear it anymore, but they still insisted on sending her off for the last time.

They were just the extremely few fortunate people.

The parting tonight would be permanent. Even if thousands of miles away, they would accompany her to finish the last few steps.

This time, Xingyun Entertainment did not invite any media to attend this farewell, but many reporters also spontaneously dressed in white and waited outside with fans.

After getting out of the car, Feng Yufei went first, with Pan Yumei next to her. The other company leaders walked behind them one after another. When hearing the waves of mourning coming from the shed, the people outside all lowered their heads to mourn.

Paper money, mourning, incense, and the gray sky were the last memories they had of their idol.

Feng Yufei knelt beside You Ruohan's body, with her face full of sorrow.

She was really sad, for You Ruohan, the original owner, and herself.

Through the time-space travel, she deeply understood that there might not be so many days in life. Those "could have been" became the deepest pain when looking back.

Her relatives, her marriage, and her friends...

Today's farewell was not only about You Ruohan but also Feng Yufei and herself. From now on, she was a person who only had the present and future, with no past.

In her future, other than life and death, there seemed to be nothing big left.

Regarding life and death, the thing that left the deepest impression on her was still when she was in the first grade of elementary school.

According to the customs of her hometown, after a person died, he had to be buried for a few years in a chosen place before moving to the real cemetery to be buried.

Her uncle was a soldier, whose youngest son was only six years old when he died during a mission.

She still remembered that it was early autumn and that she was still very young when her uncle was moved to the real cemetery.

Children would fantasize about all kinds of terrible things to scare themselves. The little girl was also particularly afraid of seeing dead people, especially those who had died for a few years, with only bones left.

She had been frightened for several days because of this.

Unfortunately, until the day of moving to the cemetery, she was not sick, and there was no examination by which she could take leave and not go, so she had to brace herself and hide behind her parents, going out with the whole family.

When they arrived at the small forest where her eldest uncle was buried, the cemetery had already been cleaned by her other uncles in advance. She was arranged to hold an umbrella with her eldest cousin. She was so nervous that she stood behind her eldest cousin and gritted her teeth, trembling as she watched everyone lift the coffin.

Unlike what was depicted in the TV series, the eldest uncle's coffin was neither big nor thick. A few strong men found the nail holes and began to remove the nails. She and her cousins, who were a few years older, stood by the grave with big black umbrellas. Although her cousins appeared calm on the surface, their trembling legs exposed their equally terrified mood at this time.

She did not dare to look inside, but she inevitably saw something. It was also from that time that she had a new understanding of the dead and death.

There were several layers of shroud under the coffin. The color was very old, with varying depths. Although not looking good, it was not as ugly and horrible as she imagined. Perhaps it was because the person buried was her uncle who had a deep blood relationship with her.

Her eldest uncle was buried in a military uniform. After a few years, his clothes had already been ruined, but one could still vaguely make out what it looked like before.

Looking at the small red star in the corner of the rotten clothes, she remembered the big picture in her uncle's house, where he was wearing a military uniform and putting on a big smile like a straight and valiant warrior. Her eyes suddenly turned red.

On her right, according to the old custom, the old people burned incense, set up the rack, spread the underworld paper, and held the big black umbrella to cover the sun, preventing it from shining on the corpses.

Her father, a few uncles, and grandfather carefully picked up the bones and placed them according to the arrangement of the human skeleton. She leaned against the umbrella frame in a daze, forgetting her sadness and fear. She calmly watched the unsacred scene slowly happen until it ended.

The other uncles and aunts were talking to her eldest uncle, holding some yellow and black human bones in their hands and gently wiping them with nether paper. They put the clean bones in the order from feet to head, and then put them back on the rack with incense and later into the jar.

So this was what people looked like after death? With no horrible ghosts, no rotten flesh, and no pungent smell, only the whispers of relatives, and the greetings and sighs of memories.

After confirming that all the bones had been picked up, the youths rushed down and jumped into the coffin to touch the coins, all of which were small money, but they were as happy as if they had won five million yuan each time they touched one. The old people on the side looked at the young man's frivolous appearance and teased them one after another. With a pale little face, she was also amused by them like this.

At the end of the ceremony, her grandpa slowly walked out of the crowd, held his hands, and pressed the red cloth to the lid of the jar. After confirming that it was really closed several times, he reluctantly withdrew his hand. In the end, he even rubbed his hand on the jar twice.

"Son, we haven't seen each other for a few years. How are you doing? I came to find another place for you to sleep today! You have to take care of yourself down there and protect Little Geng and the others!" Grandpa was a lot older, but his body was still very strong. His talkative tone made people feel no sadness, but this scene made her cry.

Sadness and nostalgia did not necessarily need to be emotional, nor must they be filled with tears. Those words that had not been spoken were far more valuable than thousands of words. Those eyes that had been controlled were also stronger than various forms of expressions.

Her eldest cousin's eyes were also red, but today was his father's final day, so he successfully held his tears back.

He came to the wooden frame and bent down, carrying the large jar with difficulty with his grandfather's careful support. His father had protected him for many years with his broad arms, and today it was his turn to prop up a sky in his home with his tender spine.

The younger cousin stood beside him with an umbrella and escorted him to the car, which drove to the cemetery that had been selected but remained empty for several years. The paper money ash that had been completely burned beside the old cemetery was blown up by the wind, turning in the air and gently falling. Everything was settled...