I'm a web novelist. To follow my favorite star, I wrote a drama tailored just for a little-known male actor.
Then he knocked on my door in the middle of the night and asked if he could get more scenes.
Watching him put on that deliberately greasy look, the caramel-coated sunflower seeds in my hand suddenly didn't taste so good.
The next day, I argued with the director and slipped into the pool.
That cold-faced tyrant who was always calling my script "trash" was the first to jump in and pull me out.
Once we were ashore, he wrung out his soaked sleeve and scolded me for being stupid, but his hands were shaking.
Later, he went on a livestream, where millions asked him what he'd remember most from filming.
Looking into the camera, he said, "The screenwriter is always off in a corner eating sunflower seeds. Caramel-flavored ones."
The comments exploded.
And then I finally remembered...
I think I knew him twenty years ago.
That person was also named Lu Jing.
Good-looking, sweet, sweet