A few years ago, sophomore screenwriter Bai Shuheng wore a mysterious black mask every day and pestered Song Shiyue, who ranked first in the acting major, on time: "Brother, can you be my leading actor?"
A few years later, Song Shiyue, who was already a top star, wore a mysterious black mask every day and pestered the "vagrant" Bai Shuheng regardless of rain or shine: "Xiaoheng, can you let me be your leading actor?"
Hearing this, Bai Shuheng's expression changed slightly, and there was a hint of loneliness in his eyes: "I haven't written scripts for a long time."
Song Shiyue's heart tightened and he asked, "Then what are you writing now?"
Bai Shuheng silently thought: Write a complaint about the vulgar domestic Mary Sue drama you acted in! Looking at that annoying face on the screen, I started writing like a genius...
Then he heard Song Shiyue say——
"Xiaoheng, I want to be the leading actor in your life."
"Do I still have this chance?"
Blogger who complains about bad movies (?) × Top star (professional in bad movies)
Bai Shuheng×Song Shiyue
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Concept: Every character is a container of ideas
Reader comments
Dear Bo:
Seeing words is like meeting each other, showing trust and comfort. Falling in love with you is probably the most arbitrary and unreasonable thing in this world. It's not about weighing the pros and cons, or coming up with ideas, but suddenly having you makes me worried about you and I can't let go of you. You are the extraneous branch in my stable years, and the sun, moon and stars in my ordinary life. Whether it's the sunrise in the morning or a nap at noon, I love you. By the way, do you still have any in your draft box?
Dear Bo: Seeing words is like meeting each other, showing trust and comfort. Falling in love with you is probably the most arbitrary and unreasonable thing in this world. It's not about weighing the pros and cons, or coming up with ideas, but suddenly having you makes me worried about you and I can't let go of you. You are the extraneous branch in my stable years, and the sun, moon and stars in my ordinary life. Whether it's the sunrise in the morning or a nap at noon, I love you. By the way, do you still have any in your draft box?