Daily life of outdated stars

Song Xin's letter triggered discussions and comments from many fans, and the popularity remained high. Assistant Zhang called Xu Jia's phone call after sending a message without receiving a reply, but the person who answered the phone was not Xu Jia. But the white deer.

"He's still sleeping, what's wrong?" Bai Lu's voice was a little hoarse, with an inexplicable sense of laziness.

"There are some negative comments on the Internet, which are very popular and involve Xu Jia's fans." Assistant Zhang said in a low voice.

"That still needs to wait for Xu Jia to wake up," Bai Lu concluded, "let him sleep for a while."

"Okay, sir."

Two hours later, Xu Jia logged on to Weibo. He finished reading Song Xin's long Weibo. There were some hit points, but there was nothing wrong with the bigger mood swings.

He once stood in an empty birthday venue, thinking seriously about what he did wrong.

He used to wait for coffee at a coffee shop, passing by his passing fans who were cheering for new stars.

He used to carefully prepare the copywriting, looking for shooting angles, hoping to get one or two comments from fans.

In countless silent late nights, he couldn't figure out why he was out of breath, and why those fans who said they would accompany him forever disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Xu Jia had already walked out of that period of time, but he never expected that there would still be people who hadn't come out.

He didn't feel very touched, because - "If I hadn't become popular again, you might not think of me."

"Many stories ended seven years ago. The 27-year-old Xu Jia is only 27 years old. In other words, he is 'dead'."

"When I chose to associate with Bailu, I had already given up putting fans in the most important position, but I still thank the fans. Your love and support made me warm and moved."

"I love White Deer very much. He brought me back from a state of lying flat, and he brought me a lot of happiness."

"Without White Deer, there would be no "Rosemary", and there would be no so-called 'popular' me."

"No star can last forever, and I have seen the possibility of passing out again."

"But Bailu said that he will always be with me."

"People can't be too greedy, they need both lovers and fans, both fame and freedom."

"And I've made my choice."

"You are excellent, Jiajia, it's time to get out of this old dream."

"I wish you smooth work, happiness and health, and find someone worthy of liking as soon as possible."

"Finally, let me add a farewell that I didn't have time to say seven years ago."

"Goodbye, my fans."

This response was very long, and Xu Jia divided it into several before sending them all to Song Xin's comment area.

He hesitated whether to cancel the ID with the black profile picture on it. After thinking about it, he had been paying attention to it for so long, but he still didn't want to give it up.

He had some impressions of Song Xin, and even remembered her nickname on the Internet, Jiajia.

He remembered the rain gear she brought him in the heavy rain.

He remembered that she lined up all night to fight for the support position for him.

He remembered that he encouraged her to take the exam well, and later she circled him on Weibo and proudly told him that she had won the scholarship.

He remembered that she had two faces, bragging rainbow farts in his comment section, turning around and scolding Zhou Mingyu as a hype guy and a vampire on his Weibo.

He remembered that she had grown from a little girl to a bright and beautiful woman. She said she was his mother's fan, but in his eyes, she was like a "daughter" who was hard-spoken but soft-hearted.

Besides her, Xu Jia still remembers many of his fans in the past. Some of them had a brief encounter offline, and some online often appeared in his comment area. The support and love they gave has been hidden by him. In a box in his heart, he would occasionally turn it out when he was out of breath, and take a look carefully.

He used to be very persistent in wanting to become famous, on the one hand, for his own professionalism, and on the other hand, he also stubbornly believed that his fans were still waiting for him.

But—all feelings will fade and gradually dissipate.

Intimate couples may part ways after a few years, not to mention the majority of these young fans leave, and it is rare for Song Xin to come back after many years.

But Song Xin's mentality was out of balance. He didn't want the other party to project their personal expectations on him.

After all, he will be 34 soon, and he is no longer what she remembered.

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The turmoil on the Internet had nothing to do with the two of them. Today they went to Nanshan Temple together, and Xu Jia bowed all the way there. Bailu still watched at first, but after thinking about it, he followed suit.

Each of them was holding a coconut. The tourists came and went in a hurry, but some of them recognized them, but the bodyguards arranged by Bailu were very professional. A small gift for the children of tourists.

The tourist looked at Xu Jia, then at his daughter, but in the end he gave up and wanted to take a group photo.

After going to Nanshan Temple, the two went to the Coconut Dream Corridor, and sat together to watch the sunset. Bailu took a selfie of the two of them himself, and said, "Let's have a wedding when we go back."

"Have you made arrangements?" Xu Jia was not surprised at all.

"It's been arranged a long time ago," Bailu replied in a low voice, "We're going on a trip, and we're just decorating our house."

"Is there anything else I need to do?"

"Invite your parents, your relatives and friends, set a date to get married, try to see if the wedding dress is suitable, and the most important thing..."

"what?"

"Give a bride price as appropriate."

Xu Jia was amused by this sentence, and he said softly, "Okay, I'll satisfy you."