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The night they came out of the wine shop, long-standing conflicts broke out. Shen Yue and Jiang Xun had a big quarrel. No one mentioned breaking up, but the silent silence and the disconnection that lasted for several years showed their presence all the time. The tormented Shen Yue almost went crazy.
When they met again, the thing that occupied her sight before the shaking red wine glass was Jiang Xun's incredibly beautiful face.
Facing those dark, emotionless eyes, Shen Yue looked away lightly.
"I borrowed it, please give it to me."
She turned around, and there was a sudden sound of shattering glass behind her. Her wrists were clasped by five green-white fingers with one hand, and they were pressed against the wall. The smell of alcohol, which was not strong, filled her nose. The woman bit her lip with resentment. She was arrogant and impulsive - and she seemed to be two different people from the Jiang Xun she knew.
Shen Yue did not struggle. It lasted as long as a century. The smell of blood in her mouth became stronger and stronger. She opened her eyes and looked over, and saw a pair of complex and beautiful pupils.
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Jiang Xun is a bright pearl that shines brightly in the sky. He comes from a well-known family, and his appearance and bearing are all outstanding. He has stood out since he was a child and is dazzling in every way. Such a person is destined to shine when he enters the movie.
And Shen Yue, a stone rolling in the river, a muddy leg in the field, a country bumpkin with no background and no resources who doesn't know anything but relies on his passion to become a second-rate writer in the film industry.
They were so different that no one would think of them together, and no one knew that they had ever had a good time.
This glance drove her into that snowy Spring Festival, which was the first Spring Festival they spent together.
"People like Screenwriter Shen are beautiful."
In the earthen kiln in northern Shaanxi, Shen Yue kissed her.
"Jiang Xun! Do you know what you are doing?" She turned around and was pressed on the kang.
Jiang Xun chuckled: "I know, I understand, then are you willing to be my accomplice?"
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As his thoughts turned around, Jiang Xun turned his head and breathed softly in her ear. After a long time, she raised her eyes and smiled.
Shen Yue heard her ask again: "It seems that you still owe me an answer. Are you willing to be my accomplice?"
At that time, her heartbeat was beating like a drum, and her lips were touching, and she heard her own unclear echo——
"Okay."
Others say they are messing around, but this mess has lasted for 20 years
In 2000, when she stood on the podium, the bell of the century rang: "All my stories are love letters to one person" - my only accomplice, Jiang Xun.
Director of Little Wolf in the Lower Year * Screenwriter of Tugo in the Upper Year
Both of them are making movies. The story is set in the 1980s. The timeline is relatively long and requires patience. The article will definitely be more complete. Welcome everyone.
Concept: Thoughts on dreams and life, some thoughts on the film industry
