Rivals are robbing me every day

For these three days, Su Xianian did not stay, but stopped and walked in the city of Hangzhou.It happened to be summer, and the smell of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River was quite strong. Su Xianian had already decided to stay in Hangzhou for a day tomorrow before returning to City B.Su Xianian had already agreed to act in a new play, and wanted to go back and prepare in advance. Su Xianian finally agreed, not because Aiken spoke so mysteriously, but because Aiken roughly introduced the script, and she wanted to challenge herself.

The heroine of the new play is Yan Xizhi, which is already a certainty. According to Aiken, the screenwriter hand-picked the heroine, and the heroine must be Yan Xizhi. Otherwise, she does not intend to sell the copyright of this script, let alone continue I wrote down.This time, they made a bold attempt, not only for the weekly broadcast, but even the script was written while filming.This is too high a requirement for screenwriters, and it seems that only gold medal screenwriters dare to take it.

Su Xianian knew that person, and he would never forget his pen name after reading it once. That weird pen name: Ghost Animal Ji, was called a beautiful screenwriter. As for how beautiful it was, Su Xianian didn't pay attention to it. She just cared about the script itself. .Regarding the script, Su Xianian has no doubts. After all, most popular domestic dramas are written by this screenwriter, and most of them are popular dramas of different styles. There are workplaces, marriages, idols, and even horror and suspense. This person is indeed a monster, able to control all kinds of styles.

Su Xianian finally chose this script. First, he heard that the script would challenge multiple identities and roles. Second, both the screenwriter and the director team are famously harsh. The hostile relationship, as for how hostile, Aiken did not give her time to ask carefully... This is simply a lot of resistance, and she chose to take the role, which is undoubtedly against the current.Su Xianian felt that if she could perform well, it would definitely be a kind of self-improvement.

Regarding the screenwriter insisting that Yan Xizhi play the leading role, Aiken gave an explanation: I heard that the two have a personal relationship, and the personal relationship is very good.Su Xianian smiled, and said helplessly, "I didn't ask, so why tell me." Su Xianian didn't care about this.Aiken chuckled, "Yeah, well, then you just need to care about the script. As for Yan Xizhi, don't go against it if you can. She has a lot of contacts in the entertainment industry, beyond your imagination." Aiken started to be mysterious again, Su Xianian raised her forehead, "I never imagined it, okay?"

Su Xianian was lying on the bed, planning tomorrow's itinerary, watching the West Lake, looking at the Broken Bridge, walking to Suti, admiring the Leifeng Pagoda... the beautiful scenery along the way, the beautiful scenery along the way, Su Xianian sighed in his heart, but none of them could attract her.In the past three days, Su Xiawei called her, but Su Xianian didn't answer.So what?She can't ask anymore, and if there is something, she can only say it at a certain moment. Now Su Xianian doesn't want to face anyone, be it Yan Xizhi or Su Xiawei... She wants to be alone quietly.

He didn't sleep well for several days. Su Xianian was actually very sleepy, but he was really lying on the bed, but his sleep was far away.After another night of sleepless nights, Su Xianian woke up before the sun came out.She has no appetite but has to eat, because she can't help being hungry, Su Xianian got up too early, and the street is still deserted.

Su Xianian went around the 24-hour convenience store, ordered an oden, and went to buy something to drink. She went straight to the place where the coffee was placed.Passing by the area where drinks are placed, Su Xianian caught a glimpse of milk, bottled, milky white liquid, and subconsciously paused, Yan Xizhi liked to drink it.Su Xianian remembered Yan Xizhi's love for milk. She stood in front of the shelf, staring at the milk absently.

Su Xianian continued to walk forward, took a can of coffee in a can, turned back the same way, and saw the liquid in the transparent bottle again, it was white and felt very clean.Will it not be so bad?Su Xianian's palms became tighter and tighter, and finally reached out to take a bottle.

Su Xianian didn't go back to the hotel, just wrapped his clothes tightly, lowered the brim of his hat, and took a taxi to the West Lake.When they got there, the morning sun was just about to rise. When the first ray of light pierced through the clouds, Su Xianian squinted his eyes and raised his hand to cover the light, which was a bit dazzling.Su Xianian was sitting on a damp and cool bench. Today will be a muggy day, except for a few clouds in the sky, the sky in the morning is also blue.

The oden was already a little cold, Su Xianian forced to take a few mouthfuls before giving up, and casually stuffed it into his pocket, first he felt a slightly cool touch, Su Xianian tapped it with his fingertips, and knew it was coffee.In turn, Su Xianian felt a smooth touch again, it was the bottle of milk.When the first sip of milk filled her mouth, the greasy feeling made Su Xianian feel unspeakably sick. She wanted to spit it out, but half of it had already slid down her throat.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, or the oden was not eaten right, Su Xianian began to retch, and finally, all the oden he ate was spit out, and the coffee was used to rinse his mouth.Su Xianian was weak, she was lying on the bench, the sky was blue and far away, and her heart ached.Humans always like to have trouble with themselves, so what's the use of embarrassing themselves?Yan Xizhi is right, a crying child has milk to eat, she can cry, but she is not a crying child, and she does not want to be that kind of person.It's enough to embarrass yourself, don't embarrass Weiwei anymore, Su Xianian told herself again and again.

This entire day, Su Xianian was in the West Lake. Although it was not a weekend, there were still quite a few people in the West Lake.Su Xianian sometimes walked with the crowd, and sometimes sat in the crowd.In fact, it is very easy for a celebrity not to want to be recognized. After all, Asians have similar hair and skin color, and they are not as obvious as blond hair and blue eyes.Therefore, Su Xianian was not worried that he would be recognized. He tried to dress casually, and even wore a parasol when it was hot, just like the ordinary people around him.Standing in the bustling crowd, Su Xianian closed his eyes, and sometimes fell into a kind of empty world.

Su Xianian remembered this place, "West Lake World View". She had watched that popular TV series, and knew that the heroine in the play saw the hero on the broken bridge from this angle, and finally developed a poignant and legendary love story.Su Xianian smiled with her eyes closed. How can there be so many beautiful loves? They are just deceiving. Sometimes, people are willing to be deceived. After all, people can even deceive themselves. This is what it means to deceive others, right?Isn't she one of them?Su Xianian laughed at herself.

If she can see her destined person in the future by opening her eyes, she must go to burn incense and worship Buddha, hehe, but this is impossible, there are so many people on the broken bridge.Su Xianian slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Broken Bridge. There were indeed people walking around, but, by coincidence, there was a person standing still in the middle of the Broken Bridge.

The contrast between stillness and movement is very sharp, that person's back is facing her, Su Xianian saw that person at a glance.She stood up, did God really appear?Otherwise, how could there be only one person staying on the bridge with so many people, and it was a woman, God even knew her sexual orientation.

That black and beautiful hair was blown up by the wind, fascinating Su Xianian's eyes, it's hard to see clearly from a distance, but one could vaguely see that the man was dressed in a simple and elegant way, with a slim white shirt on top and jeans on the bottom. , Compared with the crowd behind him, the man was very tall... It seemed that the wind had messed up his hair.

Su Xianian stared intently at the movement of tossing her hair, coupled with her good figure, and her unstoppable long legs... The more she looked at it, the more she felt that this figure was very similar to a person in her memory.

At this moment, the man suddenly turned his body, and Su Xianian recognized it immediately, isn't this Yan Xizhi?Su Xianian's delicate mood suddenly changed, stop joking, God, how could her hit person be Yan Xizhi!Su Xianian looked in the direction Yan Xizhi was looking at, her eyes fixed, her heart constricted violently, and that person couldn't be her target, could it?