"I said, I just want to be your assistant. I don't ask for a high salary. I just want to be your assistant. I can accompany you in the dark and watch your shadow in the morning. Isn't this okay?"
"Brother Zhan, Brother Zhan, this painting of yours is so beautiful." "Brother Zhan, Brother Zhan, this is particularly delicious. Do you want to eat it?" "Brother Zhan, Brother Zhan..." Xiao Zhan looked around the room. It was all memories, every bit of him and his assistant.
"Xiao Zhan, you are invited to star in this play, what do you think?" Xiao Zhan sat in front of the window with the script. The name of this script is "His Little Assistant". The corners of Xiao Zhan's mouth turned up unconsciously. He once had such a little assistant.
"I once had such an assistant. She loved to eat, especially drink milk tea, and she loved to laugh. Her eyes were bent when she smiled. She was also very cute, and she loved to frown unconsciously." A reporter asked, "Then was she there?" The light in Xiao Zhan's eyes dimmed and he glanced at the audience at random, "I lost her." Lost her again.
I used to be able to stand on the side of the stage, looking at the back of the stage under the shadow, and I could accompany him from dusk to dawn, from being ignored to being surrounded by stars, from the beginning to the end.
"I said, I just want to be your assistant. The salary requirement is not high. I just want to be your assistant. I can accompany you in the dark and hide in your shadow in the morning, from beginning to end."
"Do you really just want to be an assistant? What do you think of Mrs. Xiao?"
That summer, he and his assistant...
That summer, they all forgot what happened two thousand years ago...
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