Jiang Lin never thought that someone would be so compatible with him.
Whether it's the way she looks when filming, the coordination between the two of them when they're playing together, or even the angle she shows him when she's crying.
Everything he likes.
Jiang Lin's heart palpitated.
The first reaction was to stay away from her.
After the walk was over, Jiang Lin returned to the car first. Just as he was about to close the car door, a shadow fell.
The aroma flowed from the tip of his nose all the way down to the tip of his heart.
The sky is dark and the wind is blowing the remaining leaves.
He looked up and saw her drunken eyes.
She pulled on his tie, exerted slight pressure on her wrist, and their breaths touched each other:
"You're avoiding me."
"Why are you avoiding me?"
—
She counted the beats and stepped on his shadow, enough to cover all Jiang Lin's transitions in the past five years. He went to the northwest to blow sand, and she was watching the clouds in the corner one kilometer away from that coordinate; he went to the pole to take pictures of snow, and she listened to the wind at the same longitude.
When fishing, don't be too hasty.
Retracting and releasing is the rhythm of the hunter.
—
It had been too long, and she thought Jiang Lin would not take any more proactive actions.
Unexpectedly, there was a sudden heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and Yang Mingshu ordered room service.
When he opened the door, the male waiter held his hand aside. Not far away stood Jiang Lin, who had come in the rain, and a pair of eyes with turbulent undercurrents.
He walked forward step by step, his eyes were heavy and his voice was hoarse: "If you don't want me, why don't you want to find someone else?"
"Yang Mingshu, you can't do this to me."
—
Later, Yang Mingshu won an award for his movie and became famous, but this person was really cold and refused all interviews after winning the award. He was hidden somewhere and could not catch the slightest trace of him.
The reporter remembered the rumors of extreme discord between the male and female protagonists, and felt that this was a breakthrough. He searched for contacts and called Jiang Lin: "Teacher Jiang, how do you feel about Teacher Yang winning the award?"
Jiang Lin glanced at the man who was doing evil, and gently rubbed the cuff with his fingertips. A button was broken there. It had just been repaired early in the morning with stitches. The stitches were extremely thin and as sharp as a knife. They went up his wrist and strangled his throat silently.
And as it happens,
Yang Mingshu also put her arms around his neck at this moment, smiling like a demon.
The reporter on the opposite side was still asking endless questions. Jiang Lin held his breath and looked at Yang Mingshu, "What are your thoughts?"
"Congratulations to Teacher Yang for winning the award."
"Besides, Teacher Yang is also with me. If you want to know, why don't she come and tell you?"
#The entire entertainment industry is wondering why he locked up the new mythology#
#Can't stand the scrutiny of the entertainment industry, there is no prototype in the entire network, all awards are for Su#
#She is responsible for fishing, he is responsible for taking the bait, the double arrows are as thick as the Milky Way#
Intention: The ultimate meaning of chasing light is to let yourself become the light.