Chapter Two Hundred and Twelve
"That was mine. How could it be called stealing?" Just thinking about it made him itch to act. Compared to the tens of millions just now, he found it merely average.
Jiang Hansheng said, "It all belongs to the people now. And you even gave a Party lecture to a female ghost on a variety show."
"...You watched that too." Li Wenchuan was only indulging his mouth. There was just one cup left, not even enough for him to brew tea.
"I watched Lighting the Lantern too." Jiang Hansheng's gaze shifted slightly.
He had only gone to watch it himself for the sake of certain truths, wanting to know exactly what had happened.
Before Li Wenchuan could speak, he asked, "Do you still remember this drama of yours?"
"What are you talking about? That wasn't me acting in it." Li Wenchuan stopped there, but the meaning behind his words was clear to them both. "That drama was many people's white moonlight, but when you actually watched it, the acting was rather awkward."
Otherwise, how could Li Wenchuan's reinterpretation upon his arrival have surpassed the original image in the viewers' hearts?
Generally speaking, even if it was the same actor playing the same role again years later, their state of mind would be different, as would their condition.
Viewers tended to favor their beautiful memories of the past rather than let the present overwrite what had once been. Since Li Wenchuan could accomplish that, it proved there had been flaws before.
They were simply two completely different people.
Jiang Hansheng said nothing.
The charity dinner did not go on very late. After acquaintances exchanged greetings, they headed outside, where each family's drivers were already waiting.
Gu Ranqiu led Fang Yue toward the two of them, only