Can't Escape Balance

In the autumn six years ago, the wind fell crisply. Taozi finished the last set of commercial shooting, stood in front of the floor-length mirror in the studio, and took off the delicate, cold, standardized model makeup on her face. She is always meticulous in the camera. Body posture, expression, shoulder line, eyes, every inch is precisely controlled after professional training. She has an excellent reputation in the modeling circle. She is professional, makes no mistakes, does not hype, and does not cause scandals. Everyone in the industry knows that Tao Zi is cool, worry-free, and can carry big publications. But only she knows that this road will not go long. Modeling is a young job and a passive profession. Rely on status, traffic, and market selection. Once you reach age, the dividends will be gone. No matter how professional you are, you will eventually be eliminated by iterations. She has never been someone willing to leave her life to the filtering of others. The brief moment of youthful heartbeat fell on Zhou Yiheng. After all, it was something across the chasm. At that time, Zhou Yiheng was the most typical playboy in the circle. Flamboyant, wanton, fun-loving, and casual, life is filled with fun, parties, and entertainment. There is no certainty, no plan, and no so-called stable future. It's not that he's bad, it's just that he's too uncertain. And Taozi is too sober. What she wants is never a moment of excitement, a moment of preference, a moment of excitement. What she wants is a self that is firmly rooted, controllable for a long time, and will not be eliminated by anyone, any age, or any era. So she has no nostalgia, no entanglement, and no unwillingness. Just calmly and rationally, completely cut off that youthful throbbing. The two of them are not on the same road. They should have separated, been freed, and reborn long ago.