After sending the last message to Chi Yan, the battery of his phone finally ran out. Gu Jianian pushed open the door of the convenience store and continued to wander aimlessly on the street.
Like one of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.
The crowded overpass in the distance, the lush camphor trees on both sides of the city roads, and the fountain square bustling with people.
Everything seems like a fleeting glimpse.
In this exceptionally long night, all the emotions were wrapped up in the darkness and stuffed into my heart.
Airtight.
Until one moment, ear-piercing music sounded, Gu Jianian tilted his neck and saw a magnificent star show being played on the facade of the skyscraper next to the square.
An entire galaxy slowly evolved on the glass curtain wall dozens of stories high.
The deep universe and the stars in the wilderness complement each other, like a starry, bottomless whirlpool.
Telling the vastness and loneliness beyond light years.
The originally airtight heart seemed to be penetrated by the fierce night wind at this moment.
Amidst laughter and joy, and the sounds of checking in and taking photos.
Amid the loud music.
Gu Jianian finally couldn't control himself any longer and bent over and burst into tears.
At the end of her seventeenth year, she was humiliated and exiled light years away from the secular world.
From then on, the entire galaxy in her heart rose because of him and fell because of him.
*
The night wind secretly shuttles through the cracks in time.
Half an hour ago.
The discussion meeting about the characters of the two protagonists finally ended, and He Jitong personally sent the two big stars downstairs to the studio.
Before getting in the car, Jiang Han took off his sunglasses and asked him shyly with a smile: "Mr. He, can you... give me the WeChat of Mr. Yan Chi? In this way, if I occasionally don't understand some details in the script, I can ask him conveniently."
She had asked several assistants in the studio before, and they all said that they didn’t have Chi Yan’s WeChat, and that they usually contacted him via email during work.
He Jitong raised his eyebrows and blinked in embarrassment: "He usually uses emails, and he basically doesn't use WeChat. It doesn't matter whether he has it or not."
Jiang Han heard the refusal in his words and felt a little disappointed, but she didn't want to continue to argue with him.
So I thought I should muster up the courage to ask Chi Yan himself next time.
He Jitong finally got rid of them, walked upstairs slowly, and walked into the small meeting room.
On one side of the long round table, Chi Yan was still looking down and sorting out the character design details that he had just printed out.
This detailed outline is always stored on the studio's local computer.
Today, I was supposed to have a plot meeting with several editors from the film company, and I didn't need a character outline. But I didn't expect that two leading actors would join us at short notice, so I had to move to the studio to discuss the details of the character outline.
He Jitong leaned against the door and joked with a half-smile: "Tsk, you're a high school student and a big star, you have a lot of gossip every day. Jiang Han has asked for your WeChat several times, and I almost couldn't refuse her with those smiling eyes. Are you so unkind? Are you still having a hot relationship with your online lover?"
Hearing him mention high school students, Chi Yan's hand paused for a moment.
He Jitong had never read those letters, so naturally he didn't know who that high school student was.
He came back to his senses, arranged the detailed outline according to the order of today's meeting, stacked it up and knocked it on the table, not even bothering to raise his head: "If you have something to say, just say it."