Su Yin was drinking fruit and vegetable juice with Lin Xuan'er at home when she suddenly had a premonition that she was being called.

"What's wrong? Does it taste bad?" Lin Xuan'er drank the brown drink without changing her expression. Tang Yue and Wang Xingrui next to her looked at it and their faces turned green.

Is this drink really drinkable by humans?

"It does not taste good," Su Yin admitted this at first, and then continued: "But the most important thing is that my mood is a bit up and down. No, it should be nervous."

"Is it because of the film festival?" Tang Yue hugged Su Yin's neck from behind: "You don't need to perform on the spot, why are you nervous."

"It's not that the trailer attracted too much attention this time." Su Yin sighed, and others would have been so angry when they heard her trouble. "Then there were a bunch of people analyzing it, and they almost praised this short film as a god.

It’s done. It’s not like you don’t know that the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.”

"That's right." Wang Xingrui nodded: "Just like my ranking this time, I fell out of the top three for the first time. I think my singing is the same as before, but the audience's expectations for me are getting higher and higher.

The higher it gets.”

"There will be another challenge in the next issue." Lin Xuan'er saw that Tang Yue and Wang Xingrui did not drink her special drink, so they had to drink their share. "And they are also acquaintances of ours."

At this point, everyone looked at Wang Xingrui.

Monica used to hide it, but since the last time she was on stage and her feelings for Wang Xingrui were discovered, she has spoken out.

On many occasions, she would mention Wang Xingrui.

That is her identified opponent and the goal she strives for.

"No," Tang Yue's evaluation of Monica was very direct: "She is obviously Ruirui's Du Wei!"

"Don't say that," Wang Xingrui said with embarrassment: "She just regards me as a competitor. But she should be quite strong in competition."

"But among the rest of us," Lin Xuan'er said matter-of-factly, "no one can be kicked away."

"Yes," Su Yin shook her head: "Looking at it from this point of view, the pressure you two face is much greater than mine. I shouldn't worry here."

Tang Yue lay back and lay down on the sofa. She waved her arms and said with a smile:

"What we should be worried about now is when Yi Ling will come back. She finished filming her movie today, so she should still be celebrating outside, right?"

"Don't wait." Lin Xuan'er looked at the time and thought that if they waited any longer, it would affect their subsequent work. "Yiling is following Brother Yang, and Brother Yang will definitely arrange her place. We will send her a

News, tell her we can just go to bed first."

Everyone thought about tomorrow's activities and went back to their rooms to sleep.

Zhang Yiling was about to reach for the beer, but was stopped by a chopstick.

She raised her head and met Zhou Yiyang's slightly red but sober expression.

"I, I'm just going to take a bite."

"Your grandpa told me," Zhou Yiyang looked back and saw that Zhang Yingyuan had fallen asleep leaning on the chair. "When you were ten years old, you secretly drank the wine he hid. You even took a sip and planned to do it.

One bottle!”

"Uncle Zhou," Zhang Yiling ended the filming and her career as an actress. Then her relationship with Zhou Yiyang was no longer that of director and actor. Naturally, she no longer respected Zhou Yiyang. "What are you doing?

Are you trying to persuade me to drink? I'm a minor!"

"I would have almost forgotten if you didn't tell me." Zhou Yiyang's peripheral vision subconsciously fell on Zhang Yiling's breasts, and then he immediately took it back. "You really haven't thought about becoming an actor?"

Zhang Yiling had already quickly bit open the beer cap with her mouth, and then took a sip.

She put the beer aside, relaxed her whole body, and slumped on the chair like a jellyfish.

At night in late spring and early summer, there is an occasional breeze.

Zhou Yiyang smelled the smell of barbecue and shampoo mixed in the wind.

"No." Zhang Yiling said with certainty. She raised her left hand and put her right hand on her undulating chest: "Being an actor is so tiring! And it's okay to play myself. But if I play someone else, I won't be able to tell which one is real.

of me."

Zhou Yiyang smiled, and Zhang Yiling, who was completely relaxed, looked more like the character in the movie.

Precocious yet retains a trace of innocence.

"I'm not advising you to become an actor." Zhou Yiyang moved the chair next to her. At this moment, there were not many sober people in the barbecue stall.

Some people fell asleep on the table, some were leaning against the wall in a daze, and some were sitting on the terrace watching the stars.

After everyone briefly integrated into the group, they returned to being lonely individuals.

"But you are quite talented." Zhou Yiyang looked at Zhang Yiling and asked, "A bit like Su Yin. However, compared with her, your talent is still a bit lacking."

Zhang Yiling smiled, not angry at all:

"How can I compare to Sister Su Yin's talent? I've seen the short film my grandpa shot for her, and she's so beautiful and smart in it. This time I was able to be the heroine because of my tailor-made role.

"

"But Uncle Zhou, you should encourage children more instead of exposing the truth."

"But children have to grow up, right?" Zhou Yiyang didn't care what Zhang Yiling called him: "Rather than suddenly pushing her to the truth one day, it's better to reveal it bit by bit."

"Yes," Zhang Yiling suddenly lowered her eyes. She opened a bottle of wine while Zhou Yiyang was not paying attention. "Tell me the truth bit by bit, wouldn't it be nice!"

"You're drunk."

Zhou Yiyang slapped his head in annoyance. How could he forget that no matter how mature Zhang Yiling is, she is only 15 years old. How good can her drinking ability be?

When Zhang Yingyuan wakes up, I'm afraid he will be blamed for not taking good care of his granddaughter.

"I'm not drunk." Zhang Yiling immediately stood up and proved that she was sober. "Do you think life is always this painful, or is it only like this when I was a child?"

Zhou Yiyang never expected that Zhang Yiling would say her lines at this time.

But now she clearly knows the answer but still has confused eyes, and the look in her eyes that wants to hear different answers but is afraid of the answer in her heart is so clever.

If it weren't for the wrong situation, Zhou Yiyang would have wanted to take a photo of this scene.

"Always."

"No, it will be more painful when you grow up."

They both spoke at the same time and gave different answers.

"Uncle Zhou," Zhang Yiling bent down and leaned into Zhou Yiyang's ear. Her breath smelled faintly of wine and mints. "I want to be a director."

"Huh?" Zhou Yiyang looked at her with encouraging eyes: "Director, that's a good choice. He just happens to inherit your grandfather's mantle."

"I want to shoot a story, a story that has troubled me for a long time." Zhang Yiling turned around, her thin figure a bit pitiful in the moonlight.
Chapter completed!