The opening scene of the movie was a cry that tore through the sky!
Then there was the grand and imposing palace gate, which creaked open to reveal a world bathed in blood red, with corpses strewn everywhere.
At the center of the strewn bodies laid Bo Yan, his head drooping, his heart pierced by thousands of arrows. His eyes were open, refusing to close in death, his spine erect, his pride unbroken.
His unyielding eyes stared fixedly at the city he protected, at the battle flag.
This shot was a close-up, meeting Bo Yan’s gaze was an unprecedented impact for Yuran, "I protect the city, the mountains, the rivers, the world, the emperor is incompetent, trapping me with the enemy."
Even so, his spine remained unbent, his loyalty intact.
The promotional trailer for "Hero" was edited with superb conflict and excitement, bluntly presenting the protagonist’s death to the audience at the outset, then recounting a tale of family and country in reverse.
The grand-scale scenario, the roar of thousands of troops, the steadfast patriots defending their nation.
The ineffectual emperor’s schemes.
Until the entire nation’s destruction, earning the respect of the enemy, regarded as a hero by Huai An, Huai An’s last words were, "The nation exists as I do, when the nation falls, I fall."
When the enemy emperor held a ritual in honor of Huai An, he said, "If I were fortunate enough to have such a minister, I would cherish him all my life as an honored guest."
The screen went black, and then the words "Hero" appeared in large letters.
Followed by the names of the director, screenwriter, and lead actors.
"Hero" consistently topped the attention charts; Bo Yan’s huge fan base eagerly hoped for the film’s release, desperate for tickets to the previews.
As Yuran scrolled through the comments, chuckling as she read, she thought to herself that Bo Yan certainly wouldn’t be looking at these comments, let alone replying; honestly, Bo Yan’s popularity was truly bewitching.
How could someone who didn’t interact with fans, who seemed as if he came from another world, garner so much love and such high popularity?
More importantly, these fans were unanimously loyal.
Regardless of whether Bo Yan paid them any attention, they just liked him.
Of course, Bo Yan could also be generous. Whether it was Xie Cheng managing it or he himself doing it, the New Year red packets were very powerful: every year on Lunar New Year and Mid-Autumn Festival, five million red packets were split among a thousand people.
This had been the unchanging practice for seven years.
Yuran was casually browsing trending news on the official blog until her doorbell rang. She went to open it and saw Annan, drenched like a drowned rat, and incredulously gave her an up-and-down look, "Is it raining outside?"
Annan, "Isn’t it? The gatekeeper wouldn’t let the driver in, so I ran a bit. I’ll take a shower first, then we can start."
Yuran stepped aside to let her in, "Why didn’t you call me to pick you up?"
Too engrossed in watching, she hadn’t noticed the heavy rain. Annan waved her hand, "Why bother, just give me some clothes to change into."
When the two officially started discussing the music, it was almost midnight. Annan, frowning as she looked at the music Yuran had handed her, said, "I think this isn’t suitable, the audience is too narrow.
By the way, have you heard the songs written by Zhou Cheng?"
Yuran shook her head, "If you hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t even think of listening to it."
Annan was speechless, "You’re quite confident."
Yuran gave an awkward laugh, "It’s not that, I really forgot about it. I’ll listen now, right now..."
Annan had already opened the music player on her phone and played Zhou Cheng’s most popular song, explaining, "This is Yi Yaoyao’s debut song ’The Moment of Confession’. Zhou Cheng also made a fortune with this song. Listen to it."