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The blood that day was imprinted in her eyes, and she would always feel his pain.
The plot becomes more and more exciting. Meng Yao knows that her departure date is approaching, but this time she does not feel happy as if she was relieved. Instead, she feels confused and uncomfortable.
Rong Yan stretched out his arms to hold her, and said first: "It doesn't hurt at all."
Neither of them spoke for the rest of the time, just leaning against each other.
*
It was a cool night breeze. Meng Yao did not call her assistant or driver, but went to the square alone fully armed.
She had no direct purpose, she just wanted to come out and relax to relieve her inner anxiety.
Her mood was indescribably complicated. Every time she saw an exciting plot, it was as if she had seen a death warrant. Her original joy had long since dissipated.
"Hey, girl, do you want a screen protector? Screen protectors for your phone are cheap!"
When she heard the familiar voice, Meng Yao stopped unconsciously and turned around to walk back.
Various tools were placed on the stall, and next to it was a paper sign with crooked words on it: Mobile Phone Screen Protectors.
Meng Yao looked at the stall owner intently and asked, "Guide?"
The other party opened her still beautiful and mysterious eyes and smiled faintly: "Ah, our guest number four."
Unexpectedly, she would run into an acquaintance in this area. Meng Yao walked over slowly and squatted down: "Why are you here?"
The tour guide handed her a stool and said, "It must be tiring to squat. I have another one."
Meng Yao sat down without any hesitation.
The tour guide asked with a smile: "I remember you didn't like making mats at first, what's up, are you used to it now?"
"I've gotten used to it." Meng Yao looked up and asked him, "You haven't told me yet, why are you here?"
The tour guide sighed pretentiously: "Didn't I tell you before that I want to quit? The job of host is really not easy, I'd better find a lighter job."
"It's not easy to do? Has your industry of hosting become so inward-looking?"
"That's not the case."
Seeing that Meng Yao seemed to really believe it, the tour guide smiled again: "I was just teasing you, I just want to try other jobs."
Meng Yao glanced at his simple sign and asked, "Does this thing make more money than being a host?"
The tour guide shook his head and said, "Young people are a little too realistic. They don't do this for money. They just do it to make me happy."
Meng Yao nodded. In fact, she had noticed from the very beginning that the tour guide had a temperament that was not obsessed with money.
"Why do you look so sad? What's wrong? Are you worried about something recently?"
Meng Yao sighed: "It is a bit troubling."
"Why don't you tell me what's going on?"
Meng Yao looked conflicted and hesitant, and didn't say anything.
The tour guide saw through her thoughts and said, "There is actually no such thing as trouble in the world, and there is nothing worth worrying about. Just follow your feelings. Choose the one that makes you happiest. Can your intuition deceive you?"
Meng Yao's body trembled, but she didn't let go: "This... is unreasonable."
The tour guide laughed this time: "Unreasonable? How can there be so many routines in the world? Besides, isn't your presence here a miracle?"
Meng Yao looked over suddenly, but the other party had already said calmly: "Try to follow your heart and put aside all unnecessary worries."
He blinked his eyes, and actually showed a bit of playfulness: "I hope you live a happy life."
*
The Golden Dove Award is one of the highest professional awards in the Chinese mainland film industry. The award is selected by experts in the film industry and has extremely high value.
Meng Yao finally waited for the annual film festival. She had already done her makeup and was looking at the scenery outside through the car window.
Guan Liang sat next to her and asked her, "How are your preparations going? Are you nervous?"
It wasn't a nonchalant "don't care", but rather a rather calm tone.
Guan Liang smiled and said, "After going through so many things, our Yaoyao has grown up."
"I've grown up a long time ago. I'm twenty-six or twenty-seven now."
"I'm talking about the psychological aspect. You're already able to stand on your own." Guan Liang smiled with satisfaction and comforted her, "Don't be nervous about this award ceremony. No matter what, nothing can negate your efforts."
"Many big productions have extended olive branches to us, and we still have many opportunities."
Meng Yao responded absentmindedly.
She had a vague guess in her mind that once she got the award, she might achieve the mission value, and that would be the time to separate herself from this world.
Her fingers suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and she looked down at the ring on her ring finger.
Inexplicably, she actually hoped that she would not get the award and stay here for a while longer...
"We're here, Sister Meng, get off the car."
Meng Yao held up one foot of her dress and slowly smiled under the flash lights. She even heard some fans calling her name enthusiastically.
When Meng Yao arrived at the venue, she was taken to the front row by the waiter. This time, Xu Shuiqing was sitting next to her.
Xu Shuiqing gave her a hug: "It's been a while since we last met. I miss you so much, Yaoyao..."
Meng Yao patted her shoulder gently: "Did your trip to Europe go well?"
"It's pretty good. I took a lot of photos and can share them with you."
Ling Xiao entered the venue not too late. The assistant next to him said, "Teacher Meng Yao is over there. There is an empty seat next to her. Should we go over there?"
All the assistants around him know that Ling Xiao likes Meng Yao.
Ling Xiao took a step forward, then stepped back as if thinking of something. He shook his head slightly and said, "Let's go to the left."
Due to the special nature of the film festival, all the people Meng Yao saw at the venue this time were big names who are often active on the screen.
Xu Shuiqing knew that this was Meng Yao's first time attending a film festival, so he held her hand and said, "Don't be nervous."
Meng Yao smiled slowly: "I'm not nervous, I'm just thinking about something..."
The host is the winner of the Golden Dove Awards last year. He has a beard, is dressed in a suit, looks elegant, and has a pleasant voice.
It was a treat to hear him read out the awards.
Meng Yao glanced at her mobile phone screen from time to time, on which were various messages sent by Rong Wei.
The latest one said that the weather was hot and reminded her to drink more water.
Another message popped up, congratulating her in advance on winning the award.
If he knew he was leaving after receiving the award, would he still bless her like this? Meng Yao tried to force a smile, but failed.
Xu Shuiqing turned his head slightly: "What's wrong?"
Meng Yao restrained her expression and said, "Nothing, I was just a little distracted."
The film festival was in full swing, with applause ringing out from time to time.
Next up is a heavyweight award: the Golden Dove Award for Best Actress.
Meng Yaolue put away her scattered thoughts and stared intently at the stage, watching the nominated actors playing on the big screen.
Overhead, Overhead
(End of this chapter)