Temporarily escape from the entertainment industry and go wandering in the grassland.
The nickname is "Qing Lang", and the nickname is "Escape from the Entertainment Circle: I Raise Wolves in the Grassland" (the nickname is cute, so I usually call it by my nickname hehe...)
A powerful actor (creating the role of a wolf girl) × a talented director (a child who grew up in a wolf den)
Growth direction, mutual redemption.
****At a movie conference, a group of reporters were chatting outside the door.
A: "Have you heard that the relationship between the leading actor and the director this time is unusual?"
B: "A new movie queen and a talented director, this pair has been on the hot search for a year..."
C: "Two people riding horses, seeking medical treatment in heavy rain, rolling green... At that time, the two of them were a small actor and a director intern, small roles that no one cared about, but Tang was the official photographer hahaha"
D: "I also heard that the two of them beat up the producer and the producer of Hard Steel. Their debut was almost hidden, but luckily they survived. Hey, is that their car!!! Hurry up!!! The front line is having a cp!!!"
**** "Yu Ying, that is..." Before Mu Nan finished speaking, Yu Ying neatly poured a bucket of meat and bones into the stone trough in front of him. "That... That's the sink for rinsing mops." Mu Nan stared at the sink without blinking, glancing into the wolf's den from the corner of his eye, feeling guilty and not daring to face Wan Zhen's teeth-baring anger. Wan Zhen, I am a newbie, please bear with me...
**** Turning away from the tear-soaked other half of the pillow, Yu Ying turned sideways and looked toward the window. There was a hazy halo on the rippling fine gauze curtains, making people lose focus. A soft breeze blew by, and the curtains idly gave way to the warm sun. Yu Ying's eyes were still unfocused. Half of the tall glass curtain wall outside the window was submerged in the haze rising from the exhaust. Her eyes were still fixed on a certain point in the sky. "Yu Ying? Yu Ying, wake up." The light seemed to speak, and the voice sounded so familiar. Who is it...
"Mu Nan..." Yu Ying felt that his vocal cords were vibrating, probably. Moonan? This person's name squeezed some organ of hers, making it red, swollen and painful. But this name once again made her feel like she was breathing.
Like a rotten wooden boat soaked in the endless stagnant water, the thundering clouds chewed up the rotten awning. Without an oar, Yu Ying huddled in the cabin. Silence, darkness and coldness accompanied her as she waited for the long final moment. Suddenly she heard the heartbeat of the crimson rising sun. She opened her eyes awkwardly and knew for the first time that she had a similarly boiling heart.
Intention: Embracing love and nature with an ignorant and immature soul.
