Who is on the other side of the horizon? Do the two parallel lines intersect? The question may seem silly, but you can start answering it now.

It was early summer on May 14, 2019. The sun shone on a clean and naked balcony. There were only sofas and coffee tables in the living room. The bedroom was messy but orderly. The curtains covered the place in darkness. There was a man lying on the mahjong table who couldn’t see.

The person with a clean face, her name is Zhang Weimo, and this is Taoyuan Community in Shuangcheng City.

The cell phone on the bedside rang on time. Zhang Weimo lazily pressed the ringtone and sat up. She knocked her head and pushed her hair back, finally revealing a pure and clear face.

As always, she opened the curtains and stretched, then went to the bathroom to wash up and put on makeup. When she came out, it was already 6:30, and there was still an hour before work. She went to the kitchen unhurriedly and took out a small battery.

Fill the pot half full with water, bring it to a boil, put an egg in, and then close the lid.

What should I wear today? Although she was mumbling, she put on black high-waisted pants and a white T-shirt without any hesitation.

After eating the eggs and a few slices of the whole-wheat bread she bought yesterday, she put on her black shoulder bag, stepped into a pair of white sneakers, and went out.

She teaches English at Shuangcheng No. 6 Primary School and is still in the internship period, so she takes it very seriously. This is her first job before graduation and her first year of independent life. Since the school is a bit far from home, she

She bought an electric bike and rode it for more than 20 minutes every day to reach the vibrant campus.

If I had to use four words to evaluate Zhang Weimo, it would probably be bland.

In a single apartment in Beijing, a handsome and handsome boy was fast asleep. It was already nine o'clock when he finished shooting the commercial last night, and four hours of artistic practice made him exhausted. It was eight o'clock in the morning for him.

It was still very early in the morning, so he slept until eleven o'clock at noon, and it was normal for him to skip breakfast.

At 12:30, the agent knocked on his door. He was worrying about what to wear today, because today was the day when the first drama in his life was to be filmed. After the agent came in, he talked about today's story as usual.

During the day trip, I didn't notice what he was frowning and thinking about.

"Are you familiar with the scripts when we start filming today?"

The agent brother asked while scrolling through his phone.

"You're familiar with it, and there aren't many lines."

He casually grabbed a white shirt and light blue denim trousers, and then closed the cloakroom door.

After changing his clothes, what he stood in front of the agent looked like a pictorial, but the agent had long been accustomed to his appearance.

"Although you play the third male lead in this drama and don't have many roles, you have to perform well. People's expectations for this drama are very high. This is a springboard for you. If you accept it, you have to take it well."

"Yeah, I got it."

Wen Yiran has long been accustomed to hearing his manager's nagging. Although it always goes in one ear and out the other, he is still very grateful to his manager. After all, it has only been half a year since his debut, and his manager has suffered a lot from following him.

bitter.

Wen Yiran put on his sunglasses and took a car with his agent to the shooting location. There were already many people waiting there. He was used to the flash and the sound of the camera's shutter. He stood in the crowd with a professional but gentle smile, panicking.
Chapter completed!