Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

The girl still opened her mouth halfway, maintaining that stiff and firm posture, but stopped under the rare scolding of the boy.

"Xiaoyu," Jiang Ling sighed softly, and finally changed to a more intimate address, "I know what you're going to say, but...it's impossible for us."

"You know? Why..." Yu Yaocen murmured to himself, it was hard to tell whether he should be happy because Jiang Ling knew she liked him, or sad because he rejected her so utterly. "Why is it impossible?"

"Don't you understand? What you like is 'Jiangling' standing on the stage, not me. It's an illusion, a painted skin that has undergone too many artificial disguises and modifications. I also have a crush on the characters standing under the stars. But it is not love, it is just a temporary illusion, and it will fade away sooner or later." Jiang Ling sat down on the chair opposite her, and the face of the always indifferent and meaningless boy idol also showed a trace of helplessness, "Besides, I am now How can it be possible to fall in love? You are hurt, maybe this time it has nothing to do with me, but next time, the next time? Even my agent has been dragged by me, I don’t want to put other People dragged into the water and made everything even more chaotic."

"I don't care, I don't care!" Tears flowed out of his eyes, but Yu Yaocen ignored the doctor's warning. It turned out that he was not as indifferent as she thought. He also hesitated and hesitated, and he also thought about whether to open his heart to her. , "Jiangling, don't push me away. I have exhausted all my strength to insist on walking in front of you. Please don't push me away again. No matter what the price is, I am willing to do so. I beg you, beg you ..."

"Little fish, calm down."

"I'm not calm! I can't be calm!" The girl burst into tears, and watermarks were drawn on her beautiful face, "Jiangling, you don't know how much I loved you." Her thin fingers moved quickly on the hospital bed. Finally, she pulled up the white fluffy pillow, held several small rectangular memo pads in both hands and placed them in front of his eyes, "Look, look, I've always been by your side, it's you Can't see me."

The girl's fingers were as thin as green bamboos, and the small notebooks kept shaking in her trembling hands. Several of them fell to the ground. In the end, there was only the last one left in her palm, which was opened tremblingly—pure There are faint pencil marks on the white paper. There is a larger portrait in the center and a smaller one in the lower right corner. A few strokes make it hard to see the face clearly, but it is full of charm.

Suddenly there was a breeze blowing outside the window, and the note was blown over by the wind, and those faint portraits formed a continuous animation in the air, smiling, bowing their heads, high-spirited, silent... …The portrait of the man in the center has different expressions and clothes, but the portrait of the little girl in the lower right corner looks up at him admiringly as always.

The small note pad was quickly flipped through, leaving only the last page open.

There is a small crimson seal on it, just like the sealing seal in the middle ages. The seal is slightly raised, somewhat like a rectangle, but the corners and lines have been processed, and the curved arc is quite primitive and childish. There is a wet reed.