The Star I Wrote About Is Here

He is a beautiful and fashionable star with millions of fans. You are a down-and-out writer who works as a code typist for three taels of money every day and is a versatile writer who is talented in writing and martial arts. Your lives are two parallel lines that never intersect. Until one day, the big star discovered that his life was exactly based on a third-rate serial book. He desperately wants to know you, the "god" who dominates … The first time you met, you were so excited by him online, but you stopped in front of the agreed-upon cafe. You said, in fact, you have never ridden in a Bentley, and you like to write about BMW because you only know BMW. The Presidential Suite at the Westin Hotel is all made up at random. I don't know what the celebrity's daily job is, and I don't know that eating steak cannot go with Lao Ganma. Therefore, the writing is messy. He sat in the cafe speechless for a long time, remembering his social death incident that made headlines in the entertainment news for eating two box lunches on the first day of work. In fact, it was just because you had no money that day and could only eat vegetable noodles, so you wrote angrily in the book that the big star ate two chicken drumsticks in a row. However, the crew's lunch box only had one chicken drumstick, so he was forced to eat two portions. … The world is composed of billions of world lines. Your encounter with him is a temporary intersection of world lines, short and romantic. The whole text is written in the third person, probably a short story, a little idea, hey, here comes the weird copywriting! Purpose: Discover the beauty in life.