lonely city, lonely love

It's a very simple sentence, it doesn't hurt or itch, it seems to be talking about other people's affairs.Young Master Mo still had a faint smile on his face. He didn't know that he thought he was telling a simple joke, but in fact it wasn't.Tang Xiaoran looked at the young man in front of him, the indifference between his brows made people feel dazed, as if he was in a landscape painting, indifferent and peaceful, extremely beautiful.

Returning to his senses, his long and narrow eyes flickered, Young Master Mo smiled and put the script on his desk, "What is your dream?" This is the first time I have asked about someone's dream. This is too hypocritical, what is the dream?What if I ask?

In the past, when Young Master Mo was still a rookie, countless people asked him, what is your dream?Young Master Mo would answer honestly at the beginning, my dream is to stand on stage and sing.But after a long time, the word dream has changed its taste.

When people ask this question, they don't necessarily think so in their hearts.What is dream?The dream is to have nothing to do with others, only for the original in the heart.

This circle is very small. As I walked, I stepped on my own footprints. When I looked down, it changed, many, many...

"I want to be an actor." Tang Xiaoran looked forward expectantly, the corners of his mouth and eyes were also curved, just like the young master Mo at the beginning, who came here with countless longings, and came to this place that can be realized. The place of your dreams.

"It's really a great dream." Young Master Mo nodded, smiled, a shallow smile, like a fleeting moment, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off, "You want to be the heroine standing on the stage Are you up for an award?"

"Well, I hope my work can become a classic in everyone's mouth." Just like Young Master Mo at the beginning, he thought about the beauty in the future, but only when he entered this circle did he realize that all the difficulties and obstacles he thought at the beginning were just the tip of the iceberg , even if you are as lucky as Young Master Mo and meet an ace manager, it cannot be ruled out that if the role is replaced or the single is replaced, the company will definitely ask to add new people... Really, there is no real simple singing.

original intention?This thing was lost 800 years ago.

Young Master Mo looked at this innocent little girl and really wanted to tell her about the entertainment industry he knew, but in the end he held back and nodded, "One day you will succeed."

Tang Xiaoran nodded, "What about your dream?"

"Singing." Young Master Mo replied lightly, this dream becomes worthless if it is talked about too much, probably because it is said too much, Young Master Mo himself feels that this matter is not important anymore.For so many years of persistence, it is probably because of Chu Mochen that the general credit is due.

"So you are a singer." Blinking his eyes, Tang Xiaoran was full of admiration, "Then your acting skills are still so good, you are really amazing."

"This is also a side job." Young Master Mo smiled, and the narrator's wound was also torn open. The black ointment was like a huge mouth, baring its teeth and roaring at people.

Tang Xiaoran stared at his scar, "Is there really no way to repair this scar?"

"Still in treatment." Young Master Mo didn't care anymore. He was very scared at first, and didn't have the slightest sense of security in his heart, but after a long time, he became indifferent, probably numb.

"I hope it can be cured." The simplest words, Tang Xiaoran has an innate pure temperament, which is really rare in the entertainment industry.Young Master Mo looked into her big eyes and sighed, "Do you like acting very much?"

"Yes, I came here to study, I want to hone my acting skills well, and then go back to China." Tang Xiaoran nodded, and then said with a smile, "Maybe, you will see my acting in the future." What about the movie?"

"Hope." Young Master Mo looked at the script and got up.

After the class was over, he left. When he came out, Chu Mochen had already been waiting outside for a long time.As soon as he saw Young Master Mo, he waved his hand, "How is it?"

"Movies and TV shows in the past few years are not for nothing." Young Master Mo smiled, walked over and threw the thick script into Chu Mochen's arms, turned around and looked at Tang Xiaoran who was following behind him, pointed at him, "This is my boyfriend."

Tang Xiaoran froze for a moment, and immediately blushed, "Hello, hello, I'm his classmate."

Chu Mochen nodded, very calmly, "We are going to have dinner together?"

"No, no, no..." He left in a hurry, and accidentally dropped his book on the ground, but quickly picked it up, like a flustered little rabbit, and left.

Chu Mochen sat in the car and started the car slowly, "Recently, Director Zhang has a play that suits her quite well."

Young Master Mo smiled, turned his head to look at Chu Mochen's pretty side face, rested his chin on one hand, and blinked, "How do you know what I mean?"

"I can tell what you're thinking even if you blink." Chu Mochen shook his head helplessly, "It's a good thing to want to help, but it's really a pity that this little girl entered the entertainment circle, a very simple child. "

"Do you know what I'm thinking about now?" Young Master Mo suddenly spoke seriously.

"what?"

"I was thinking, what posture should we use at night..."

"..."

In the evening, after dinner, Young Master Mo was taken to learn dancing. There was no pause throughout the day. The high-intensity practice made people helplessly lose their way. Young Master Mo was lying on the floor tired and out of breath. , covered in sweat, looking at the ceiling, his eyes began to feel empty.

"Very good, but the body is still a little uncoordinated." Simon also sat panting on the side, communicating in fluent English, "But overall, you are still very good."

"How did you and Chu Mochen know each other?" Young Master Mo answered irrelevantly, lying on the floor.

"He came to the United States before. I thought he was suitable for dancing, so I went to him, but he didn't want to..." Simon thought for a while, and replied slowly, "Later, he left. Then he came to me again , I thought he had changed his mind, but I didn't expect that he came to teach you."

"Why did he leave America?" Young Master Mo blinked and asked curiously.

"I don't know about this." Simon obviously avoided the question and stood up. "Okay, I'm leaving too. See you tomorrow."