About My Universe

This article is based on my favorite idol. If you don't like it, don't criticize me. It's my first time writing a novel. Jin Yu, the dream girl, supports herself by painting. She is free, independent and has her own rhythm. She noticed a boy named Cen Yuyu who had just debuted in a singing video she came across by chance. He had blond hair and white chin. He was shining brightly on the stage. Off stage, he would lean against the alley wall and look down at his mobile phone. She made twenty-nine sketches of him and then decided to meet him. They met by chance in a Canadian seaside town. She concealed her identity as a fan and approached him as a painting student studying music theory. ,. That summer, he paused what she said and put it into his song with a long beat. At the end of the summer, she returned to China and he returned to the stage. There was an invisible line between idols and ordinary people between them. She thought summer was just an accidental encounter, like a meteor streaking across her night sky and then slowly dimming. He is not an impulsive idol who can give up everything for you. He is the leader, the lead singer, and the person who has to change the song after rehearsing at two in the morning. , When she likes someone, she first supports herself, submits manuscripts, updates, and moves forward. The sweetness of love is that there is one more person in her life, rather than that life revolves around one person. Temperature from a fan's perspective: Through the character Song Nian, a kind of unrequited love is presented. If one day the person you love shines on the stage, and you are just an audience member in the corner, will your love still be valid? Summer is over, but the sea is still there. He asked: How long do you want to remember. She replied: Guess. Concept: This is a story about "being seen." The kind of "seeing" seen by millions of people on stage is when you remove all labels, all lights, and all identities, and there is still one person who can recognize the curve of the back of your neck when you lean against the wall and look down at your phone. It is when you change to the fourth version of the lyrics late at night and don't know which is more correct, "also" or "or", someone says through the screen, "You didn't use any force when recording." I like my idol. Not because he shines on stage, but because he lowers his head to tune in the corner of the live broadcast and rubs his fingers on the strings to confirm that something is still there. I want to write about a kind of love-it starts on the stage, but finally reaches the most authentic appearance of a person. The starting point of this book is my idol. The luminous on the stage, the quietness in private, and the occasional expression of fatigue but still perseverance-these moments that I observed and remembered repeatedly. He is blond, has a chin, and can draw skulls on every corner of his guitar. He grew up too fast in his adolescence and was used to hiding from the camera because he was scolded for having "bad eyes." At the age of 16, he started to support his own studio, and at the age of 22, he sang the song "Undecided" on stage. He was the leader and the lead singer, a 22-year-old boy who was not too willful but serious enough, even if he had to go to the airport to see someone off during rehearsals. Hidden in these details is my observation and imagination of a person. I want to write about an "idol" who is still worthy of being liked after taking off the halo, because this is what I see in my idol - not perfection, but reality. Jin Yu is my projection, the person I want to be. She is twenty-six years old, financially independent, and has her own rhythm. She will secretly like someone, but will not stop her path because she likes her. She is a painter, eats with her hands, is sensitive but sober, hesitates when she gets close, and draws a whole sketch to digest when she retreats. The moment she fell in love with Cen Yuzhou was not on the stage. It was on the steps in front of the record store. He said, "You will remember it once you listen to it. There is no need to buy it back and keep it." She was struck by his "steadiness" - the kind of certainty that he knew what he wanted and what he didn't want, which was the opposite of her and what she wanted to be. She has my shadow on her body: she just wants to be approached equally, and would rather stand at the door and listen to the whole song than walk in as a fan. She wants to be seen, but she also wants to be seen first "who I am". The third level: give a gentle response to all the love across the screen. Through the character of Song Nian, I want to write about people who, like me, have loved someone across the screen. They have learned a foreign language, gone to a strange country, saved up half a year's salary to buy a front-row ticket, cried to a bad comment at three o'clock in the morning and then continued to report it. This kind of love does not ask for a response, and does not expect to be remembered, but it is real, heavy, and rises and recedes like the tide. Song Nian said: "You don't know me, but I am not a loser." "I want everyone who has ever felt this way to know: Your love is not in vain. The language you learned for him, the cities you visited, and the plane tickets you saved - all become a part of you.