Everything is good except for the acting

Graduating from the Chinese Department of a prestigious school, traveling all over the world, and seeing a lot, many people at Zhou Zhi's age have long been winners in the eyes of the world: they have a successful career and a stable life.By secular standards, Zhou Zhi probably beat a good hand of cards.

When her parents saw her, they couldn't help but sigh: there is no stable job after work.

For the elderly, civil servants are the best, followed by state-owned enterprises, foreign companies are inferior, and nothing else.Freelancers are equivalent to temporary workers, and working from home is synonymous with jobless people.When people asked them what they did, they couldn't answer, so they had to say: writing novels.

In the past, writing novels meant eating idle food and daydreaming.In recent years, the Internet has been popularized. Anyone who has a mobile phone can surf the Internet, and when they go online, they can see who writes online novels and ranks at the top of the wealth list. It is not uncommon for the annual income to be tens of millions, [-] million, or several million.So when the neighbors and relatives heard that Zhou Zhi wrote novels, they would always say: "Oh, I make a lot of money writing novels. What is Yi writing? What is it called? Let's go and read it."

At this time, Zhou Zhi's parents forcibly restrained their facial twitches, smiled and said, "We can't remember what she wrote, every time she said it, we forgot every time." Are they going to tell others that what their daughter wrote is Lily novel?

What is Lily Novel?Zhou Zhi's parents didn't understand the details, they only knew it was a lesbian novel.

Zhou Zhi's mother, Wang Jiayao, looked at it after knowing about it, and she always felt uncomfortable.This is true for my own parents, let alone others.When people ask, they explain, and they continue to ask: So is your daughter.

what?The average person who writes lesbian novels is lesbian by default, and there is no doubt that it is useless to explain it.

People would think: Would normal people write gay novels?

In the eyes of many people, homosexuality is indeed abnormal.

As for this question, there was a natural tacit understanding between Zhou Zhi's parents, they didn't ask, they didn't want to know, even if Zhou Zhi wanted to talk, they chose to pretend they didn't hear.It also means that they are equally dissatisfied with her marital status.

May I ask, what is a person whose job is unstable and whose marriage is not settled is called in this society?loser.

He is so careless that he can only face the dog day and night.

Not even as good as a dog.

At least the dog won't shave his head and go home after a disagreement.It's okay to become a monk, but after a few days, he returned home with a bald head.

In a sense, Zhou Zhi's parents felt that their daughter was only a little better than someone who gambled and took drugs.

Zhou Zhi has never been too demanding about her status as a good daughter. Her parents like to compare her with a drug addict and jailed person.

Seeing that someone gave birth to a son, seeing that someone gave birth to a daughter, seeing that someone bought a house, and seeing that someone's monthly income is tens of thousands.

What did all this have to do with her?Where can she see it.In the past, she looked at one person, and later she looked at a person and a dog. Now besides herself, there is another person who can allow her to be weak.

In fact, Zhou Zhi felt a little uneasy when Fang Jiang said "I can't take it anymore".All along, she has always had a positive and positive image, regardless of her predecessors. She was worried that Fang Jiang would look down on her. After all, Fang Jiang was so successful and worked so hard.

But Fang Jiang accepted her giving up and accommodated her weakness.Fang Jiang said: "I like your novels, but if you can't take it anymore, then don't write it. You need not only courage, but also luck. The creation returns to the creation itself, and time will tell everything. After [-] years, your novel still has room to be read, everyone will remember it, and every time you read it, you will have new insights. Those so-called classics, like the TV dramas made before, will be lost in the torrent of time." To comfort lovers , Fang Jiang did not hesitate to drag himself into the water.

"However, sometimes it's frustrating to think about."

"Well, very depressed. When you are depressed, think about Balzac, Kafka, and Stendhal."

Mentioning these names, Zhou Zhi immediately wanted to fall to the ground and die, "I can't write as well as them!"

"Do you still remember what you told me before. When you said that you were mentally unbalanced, you would think of Li Bai. He was as talented as him, and he also sighed at a loss when he drew his sword, let alone you. Even if you write better than you, Let alone you." Fang Jiang kissed her on the head.

"Fang Jiang, how can there be such a good person like you in this world. What good did you do to the Creator, let him make the person you created beautiful and good."

As confident as Fang Jiang, there are times when he is praised to the point of blushing. "Cough, maybe the Creator knew that I would meet a bald head like you."

"Hey, do I have evil that matches your kindness and kindness?"

"Well, it's very evil."

Suddenly remembering that his condition is not suitable for lying down for a long time, Zhou Zhi sat up, "Fang Jiang, why did you go to act?"

In media interviews, the answer as a joke is that you can't find a job.

The standard answer is: when scouts found her, she was interviewing an export salesman, and the company asked her to start as a document clerk. She felt that acting was more fun than documenting, so she started her acting career.

"How did you think of asking this?" Fang Jiang didn't answer right away.

"Actually, I have always been curious. You are different from many celebrities. People want to be famous, want to be famous, and want to make a lot of money. You don't like excitement, you don't greedy for fame and fortune, and you have money yourself. Some people act to experience life, and you are not .so why? Of course, if this answer is too personal..."

Fang Jiang was not happy. "You are my girlfriend, you can't know my privacy."

"It's not like that. I hope you want to tell me more than your girlfriend can know about you."

"Hypocritical. You are my girlfriend, and my girlfriend is you. What's the difference. You sour person."

"Okay, I'm sour, you're sugar."

"For a while, my parents always quarreled and accused each other of cheating. I wanted them to stop arguing. They didn't listen to me. When they were in college, they got divorced, and they got married soon after the divorce. I was embarrassed by my own family, and I was an outsider wherever I went. At that time, I thought, if I was not only their daughter, but also a celebrity, a star who could appear in many places, would they be able to see me more Eye, listen to me a few more words."

Fang Jiang smiled wryly. It was the first time he told someone this kind of thing, but it was not as difficult as he imagined. "Isn't it ridiculous? Thinking about it now, it's completely out of line. Even if I were the president of the United States, they might not listen to me."

This time it was Zhou Zhi who hugged her tightly.

Rubbing Zhou Zhi's arm, Fang Jiang said leisurely, "Actually, I have everything, and I don't lack anything, but I'm just narrow-minded and mindful about some things. When I was a child, the two of us were so good, how could we just say divorce and get divorced? If you say we should separate, we will separate. They still asked me to go during the Chinese New Year. Wherever I go, there are outsiders. I don’t want to go, I would rather stay alone.”

"If you don't go, you won't go. I will stay with you in the future."

"Hey, shouldn't you say take me home for dinner at this time?"

"During the Chinese New Year, everyone visits relatives and friends. There are so many people coming and going, you are not afraid of being exposed."

Well, always she has a point.

"Hey, what is this. Two people licking//licking each other's wounds?"

Licking Fang Jiang's ear, Zhou Zhi said, "Wrong, it's a sugar licker."

"Hey, when I'm inconvenient and you are inconvenient, be honest." His heart was beating up and down, his face was slightly hot, and Fang Jiang deliberately scolded her with a straight face.I don't know that people are very sensitive during menstruation.She recently read a novel, in which there is a passage in which two protagonists run a red light during their menstrual period.If he has experience before, Fang Jiang doesn't mind taking a break.But she didn't want the first memory to be running a red light. If it was included in the biography in the future, she would not be able to accept it.

He said to be honest, but his expression was not honest at all, and his hands were not honest, his index finger hooked Zhou Zhi's little finger, hook and hook, hook and hook.

"A kiss should be okay." Zhou Zhi assured, "It's a very honest kiss."

"Fang Jiang, that's Fang Jiang, Fang Jiang is here."

At the airport, there are countless paparazzi and pioneers of marketing accounts stationed every day, chasing and intercepting the celebrities according to the celebrity itineraries they bought.

Photos, videos, Kaka Kaka, after a while refined and uploaded to the Internet.Celebrities get exposure, marketing accounts get attention, and both sides benefit.

Fang Jiang walked quickly through the crowd with a smile on his face, his big sunglasses covering up his disgust of being snapped.Some people really don't know each other, they are three steps away from each other face to face, and the mobile phone is directly raised in front of her, almost touching her face.

Song Yuan followed at the side, not leaving every step, the expression on his face was not very good-looking.Nowadays, people are becoming more and more unruly. They want to do something special when they should be tacitly aware of it. Keep a distance, you know. There is no way to get so close.

If you want to call the other party's attention, the other party may be waiting for this sentence.The worse they say, the better. Fang Jiang's popularity is enough to turn an ordinary sentence into a hit.No matter right or wrong, it must be Fang Jiang who was scolded in the end.

In Zhou Zhi's words, the Internet has lifted the cover of the dark manhole in everyone's heart, and there are snakes, insects, rats and flies hiding in the dark corners, which are full of devastation.

In any case, the next trip must not be without bodyguards.

Finally got into the car with the air conditioner fully turned on, Song Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, and ordered Xiao Liu to drive the car back to Fang Jiang's house.Just as he was about to ask Fang Jiang if he had any special arrangements, Fang Jiang in the rearview mirror pressed down on the car window and looked around.

Following her gaze, Song Yuan blurted out, "Hey, it's Da Da, why is she wearing such a strange dress? What kind of clothes is that? A long robe and short jacket, isn't it hot?"

"Don't take it as a bald head when you see a bald head, it's not because you are old." Fang Jiang looked curiously again and closed the car window. "Look at that dress, it looks like a nun."

"It's a nun. I've been here for a while, and she seems to be looking for someone after waiting for someone. I saw that she made several calls, but she didn't get through." VIP garage stars are common, but nuns are not common. Xiao Liu took a few more glances .The little nun was waiting for someone at first, but when she couldn't wait, she called to find someone, but she couldn't find him for a long time, so she wandered around the basement pitifully.

The car passed by the little nun, and I saw the nun half squatting, holding the mobile phone in front of her chest with both hands, her eyes were blank, she was lost, and she was pitiful.

The so-called Ai Wu Ji Wu means that after falling in love with a bald head, he can't bear to see other bald heads suffer.

Calling to stop Xiao Liu, Fang Jiang lowered the car window, "What's the matter, little master, do you want to help?"

She didn't ask, but when she asked, the little nun seemed to see a ray of dawn, and tears fell like a string of broken pearls.

The author has something to say: Fang Jiang: Oh, I found a little nun.

Zhou Zhi: The number you dialed is temporarily unanswered.