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That day at the airport, Wei Yan fell in love with Cheng Man at first sight through the viewfinder of her DSLR.
From that day on, whenever it rained,
she thought of him.
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On the day she saw him off to film a show, Wei Yan accompanied Cheng Man from the airport to the bus.
She held up her camera and wore a mask.
The young man standing opposite her with his hand on his suitcase looked into the lens and asked, "Would you take off your mask?"
"Why?"
"They said we'd be completely cut off for four months, right?"
Cheng Man reached toward the camera and gestured at her cheek. He gave a soft laugh. "I want to remember your face."
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At the end of a dark alley, the young man took a Pocky stick from the box
and held it between his lips, lowering his head.
She rose onto her toes, tilted her face up, and bit the other end.
That was where every flutter of the heart began.
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"In a crowd of people,"
"he looks at you."
A story about a singing-and-dancing idol and a wealthy, beautiful photography blogger falling in love through private messages.
* One-on-one romance / happy ending / 101-style competition / an idol who falls from grace
* Blurb dated 2019/08/11. No real-life inspiration, so please don't associate it with real people.
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Ruan Xin was adopted by the Ruan family at the age of five and sent to live with the Fu family. She learned etiquette from a young age, standing in for the Fu family's granddaughter, who had been taken by human traffickers at birth, for thirteen years.
Ever since she could remember, she had always seen a figure beside her. The man was tall, with eyes as black as ink and a cool detachment like ice that would never melt.
Fu Xu was six years older than her.
He taught her to write when she was eleven, and gave her lessons in sex education when she was eighteen. He even taught her how to fasten her bra.
Ruan Xin loved him in secret, but she was also afraid of him.
On her eighteenth birthday,
Fu Xu brought a girl around her age into the house and announced to everyone, "This is the real third young lady of the Fu family."
Overnight, her identity changed completely.
Ruan Xin felt humiliated and prepared to leave. On the night she was about to move out, Fu Xu stopped her.
The man tightened his grip on her wrist and pulled her into the car. Beneath his dark eyes, currents swirled that she had never seen before.
"Ruan Ruan, how about I teach you to kiss?"
* Model and fake heiress x family heir
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Sang Yi joined an original celebrity-couple dating show.
When filming began, the production crew paired her with movie star Wen Kuang. They agreed to film a costume drama scene involving wire work.
When Wen Kuang backed her into a corner, the dagger in his hand lifted and tore her veil.
The script ended there, but the man stared at her for a few seconds before lowering his eyes and kissing her on the lips.
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For the final episode, Wen Kuang took her to his villa.
Sang Yi flopped onto the leather sofa and wailed that once she became famous, she wanted to buy a place just like it.
The man cleared his throat and spoke seriously. "Sang Yi, promise me one thing, and this seaside villa is yours."
She looked up. "What?"
Wen Kuang: "Be with me."
Sang Yi froze for a moment. Catching sight of the camera out of the corner of her eye, she thought it was part of the show and smiled sweetly. "Sure!"
One week later,
Sang Yi received a text message.
Wen Kuang: [Bring your ID card and household register to the real estate registration office.]
Sang Yi: ???
What was going on? This wasn't how the script went!
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* Dating show where they act out a romance / an original script
* An obscure actress with nothing on her mind but making money x a movie star who gives her everything she wants
"I give you my love, and you answer with boundless passion."
Theme: The purpose of idols is to inspire us to become better versions of ourselves.
A Gentle Blade
Lip Reading
Sleeping with the Moon
Late Night
Everyday Romance with My Idol
May the Years Be Kind to You
I Became a Stalker's Fan of a Boy Band
More Than a Heartbeat
A Heartfelt Performance [Showbiz]
A Warm Response
I Want to Fall in Love with You
Singing Machine [Entertainment Industry]
But indeed, if you fall in love before you become an idol...
I actually didn't understand what the author said. How do I put it? I just remember that in 2017, our class teacher went on maternity leave, and the one who led us was a male teacher. No matter what we performed at the cultural and art festival, a girl who had transferred back from Shanghai took the lead and said to dance "Quit Smoking". Who knew this at that time? She followed it over and over again, even dancing in Chinese class. Then it still didn't work out, and I didn't even sign up for the cultural and arts festival performances. It seems... I only knew about "Idol Producer" from that time, but I didn't understand it, and now I don't have the energy. But I have only watched "Idol Producer", and I can't stand the others...
Help, help, help, I didn't see enough of it, it's so beautiful. Help.
Alas, we originally wanted to make a fair decision, but we still became leeks and victims of capital.
Today I saw a blogger saying that idols are not qualified. If an idol takes the boyfriend route and falls in love, fans will feel cheated, but if they are career fans, drama fans, and stage fans, it is different.
Lao Wei: My house was suddenly stolen (●—●)
Help, help, I'm laughing so hard hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
I cried when I saw the last words written by the author. The era of drafts has really come to an end.
Happy New Year! Finished spreading flowers
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers