From the Age of Sixteen to the Fall of the Morning Star

At the age of sixteen, Wang Yao broke into Hengdian carrying a suitcase with paint peeling off. From a dead body to a eunuch to a guard with no lines, he ran away for seven years. At the age of twenty-three, he met Yu Xin on the coldest winter night - a girl who put hot ginger tea into his hand and smiled like a rising star. Ten years later, he was still unknown, still living in a leaky basement, and still being slapped in the face by the assistant director. But every time I returned to the eight-square-meter rental house after work, I was still focused on lighting up the walls with the lanterns I picked up, and celebrating his birthday with noodles worth two yuan a handful. She said: "You are not a walk-on, you are the actor who has not been seen yet." At the age of thirty-three, Wang Yao's name was finally engraved on the gold cup, and Yu Xin's medical record was also engraved on his heart - terminal cancer, with only three months left. On the night of receiving the award, he rushed into the hospital with the trophy in hand and stuffed the golden figure into her palm: "The Best Actor Award belongs to you." She laughed: "Then did I also win the Best Actress? - I have been playing 'Tomorrow Will Be Better' with you for ten years." Later, Wang Yao never filmed again. He guarded an empty house, waiting for the moment of darkness - that's when the morning star shines brightest.