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Eight people, three months, a slow variety show. Stage artist, drama actor, musical actor, dancer. Singer, presenter, violinist, writer. There is one part of confusion, one part of pride, two parts of persistence and being alone in the lonely city. There is more warmth and perseverance. Is live art dying? Why do we still keep going? What is the feeling of being limited in time and space? And what kind of story do we have? Here you will see two artists who almost became doctors, one who almost went to busking and a singer who just returned from busking, as well as a desperate dancer and a host who backfired. You will see many uneven stage works, and you will also see full of emotions, life and death. However, as I said before, this is a slow variety show. You first need to go with me to a small mountain village in the mountains of Guizhou.

Returned female scientific doctor × Golden single veteran The origin of the story can only be regarded as a crazy pursuit of stars. But when she actually stood in front of the idol she longed for, she didn't seem to want to admit her fandom. So she felt that in front of him she should be more like an old school girl with ultimate obsessive-compulsive disorder. But in fact, he is obviously ten years older. He actually didn't quite understand why she was still so unforgettable even though the working relationship had ended. They have a tacit understanding of each other and believe that it is each other's experiences and careers that attract them to each other and become close friends. But is it really just a friendship? Weibo hot searches are full of different opinions. Sometimes I actually can't figure it out either. Think rationally or follow your emotions? This is a problem. What is it that attracts each other? The answer may lie in Shu Ting's poem-- "If I love you, I will never be like a climbing flower that uses your high branches to show off. If I love you, I will never be like an infatuated bird repeating a monotonous song for the green shade. I must be a kapok tree near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt; we share the mist, liulan, and hauni. It seems like they are separated forever, but they are still dependent on each other for life. "