Fengju Yanyan

Cui Jue, a young flower of the new generation, is not from a professional background, but with her ancient beauty face, she is able to move among the supporting roles in major drama groups... Wrong decision! It's all a decision-making mistake! After spending two years in the entertainment industry, Little Beauty finally took advantage of the opportunity - the top actor who had been in seclusion for two years returned with his new ancient puppet script. The heroine is undecided? That means there is still a chance! For a while, the men were silently crying and the women were crying, the female stars were vying for the female lead, and the male stars were so angry that they smashed the screen. But over and over again, from the senior sister with explosive acting skills to the cute little flower with good looks and popularity... He chose her who had no experience as a heroine. Ji Yan wore a uniquely tailored paper-white shirt, and his fingers wandered between the dense lines of the script - towards the 42 actresses standing in a row, he smiled and nodded to Cui Jue, who was dozing like a chicken pecking at rice: "Then let her be." Sitting up in shock while dying of illness? ! What kind of bad luck is this? ! After entering the crew, in order to thank the female lead who fell from the sky, Cui Jue cared for the boss more than his own mother. Are you thirsty, boss? A glass of lemon water to help you sleep and promote digestion~ Are you hungry, boss? A piece of fat-reducing and nutritious beef toast~ "Why do you always seem to know me very well?" The boss cast a puzzled look. No no no no no! Brother, we are not familiar with each other! Is the boss unhappy? Order a bouquet of platycodon flowers for him~ "Huh~? How did you know I like this?" Cui Jue rubbed his hands secretly with great embarrassment: "This, my mother likes this very much." Ji Yan nodded: "Oh, I also like Platycodon very much." "Why?" She couldn't help but ask one more question. "I met a little girl in my hometown before," he said with a bright smile and his eyes curled up, "and she told me that Platycodon's flower language is love without regrets." "I suddenly felt that there were so many children who loved me without asking for anything in return," he said, facing the scattered moonlight. "Isn't it too irresponsible to give up suddenly." She remembered that it was the first year that he was raped by the entire Internet. I can't help but think of my high school days. To meet him, I had to take a three-hour bus ride from the county to the train station. At that time, he looked at the constantly changing scenes outside the window, passing by like a fleeting cloud, just like her insignificance, dancing desperately in his life, was nothing more than that. But I never thought that one sentence would be remembered for so many years. Looking into those clear and bright eyes, they are as bright as stars and as bright as tomorrow. No matter how dark clouds cover the daylight, no matter how lonely the night is and full of sorrow. What gave her life was her eyes that never gave up. Years later, when she was lying on the sofa with him bathing in the sun, she smoothed his hair and asked, "Why did you choose me in the first place?" He rubbed her hand, raised his head and chirped her face, and said with a smile, "The hairpin on your head to try on makeup is the most beautiful." What kind of hairpin did you bring that day? Platycodon flower. The flower language of platycodon is eternal love. It was my unswerving determination to follow your shadow. It is now the confidence that gives me the courage to stand shoulder to shoulder with you. If life is a long-distance journey, then the lightness of the love in the carriage alone has occupied the most beautiful scenery for more than ten years or even a lifetime. Concept: Eternal love