The entire entertainment industry believes that Wen Yu is a top loser who is just waiting to die.
After three years of transparency, zero resources and zero popularity, the old folding chair in the corner of the set was her permanent seat. There is overnight tea brewed in the thermos cup, and the cuffs are always stained with coffee stains that cannot be washed away. When the brim of the hat is pressed down, I have to finish my sleep before the sky falls.
No one knows her past, and no one cares about her existence.
Until Xie Lan, the three-time Golden Slam Best Actor, noticed her.
He is the iceberg at the top of domestic entertainment. He reached the top at the age of twenty-four, but was trapped on an isolated island where no one can approach due to severe insomnia and paranoia. Everyone held their breath and suppressed their voices when they saw him, except that guy who was ridiculed by everyone on the Internet. He didn't hide, didn't stick to it, didn't please, and was as loose as a ball of cotton wool warmed by the autumn sun.
He fell asleep for the first time next to her.
Everyone laughed at her for clinging to the top and at him for lowering his status.
Wen Yu didn't explain, but Xie Lan didn't care.
Later someone asked: What did you use to heal an iceberg?
Wen Yu thought for a while: "Probably... It made him feel that there is still a corner in the world that he doesn't have to hold on to."
"She is the only peace in his bustling vanity fair, and he is the unexpected ripple in her quiet years."
Intention: True healing, not salvation, is letting the broken person be by your side and dare to close your eyes.