Letter from Jeju [Entertainment Circle]

The continuous rain interrupted Haruhi's timid footsteps, and blocked her unrelenting tenderness in her throat.

Under the endless cycle of lingering haze and spreading stagnant water every day, people tend to be depressed, and walking alone on the wet road will feel lonely and reckless.

Cui Shengxuan once raised a hyacinth, but he didn't wait for it to bloom, but left him and the empty bottle looking at each other.Maybe he didn't take good care of it because he was not at home all the year round, or maybe it was doomed to go from the beginning because it didn't suit me.

The classmate who started filming in July last year was finished in January, and now it’s almost the promotion period, Cui Shengxuan is always thinking, why do people always resist strange things?

He trained for four months for the play. Because of the needs of the plot, he had to shoot in the scorching summer and severe cold. Sometimes he was exhausted and his legs were weak. He shot a lot of action and emotional scenes in one day.

These self-cultivation as an actor can be ignored.

During the filming, he was sent to the hospital for surgery because of broken glass stuck in his hand, and was admitted to the hospital. Didn’t everyone see this?

Why do some people still say that idols are acting in idol dramas when they become actors?

Seeing some bad rumors on the Internet, Cui Shengxuan who just debuted will also feel sad. At that time, they were rated as the ugliest idol group in history. At that time, Cui Shengxuan thought it was already sad enough.

Later, after a period of time, he has seen more and more vicious words from anti, and he will be very surprised, how can people who usually look serious and kind, have such dark feelings when.

Even though now because I have been on this road for a long time, I will look down on some rumors, but my efforts are easily denied by others, and I still feel a little sad.

Maybe it's because of walking for a long time that I get tired occasionally.

Looking at the small pot on the window sill, it was the hyacinth that Cui Shengxuan planted on a whim last year, and it hasn't bloomed yet this year, so it must not be able to support it.

Cui Shengxuan, who was inexplicably frustrated by thinking like this, took out his mobile phone and saw the itinerary sent to him by his manager brother, and opened the line in his spare time, only to find that there was a new post on Special Concern.

Click on the page to see the news of Miss Blue Dolphin, and the time shows this afternoon.

[blue-l: Wow, I didn’t go home during the Chinese New Year, but my parents still love me, and my aunts and sisters-in-law have so many family members, especially my little cousin who traveled thousands of miles across the ocean to send me things Changsha is a little proud, as expected the things in my hometown are the best~]

[blue-l: I forgot to attach the attached picture~ I was a little depressed because the thesis was sent back several times, but I was resurrected with full blood hhh... Sure enough, how can there be no twists and turns in life? If your own I'm not strong enough, so let's keep working hard, it's decided... I'll go to the library in the afternoon~[Picture][Picture]]

On the photo is a jar of something I don’t know what it is, and there is another thing in a lock box next to it. Cui Shengxuan zoomed in and looked at it. It seems to be a box of dumplings?

Opposite the photographer was a person in a black baseball uniform, but only the breasts could be seen. She looked very happy, and even compared a pair of scissors with her hands on the jar. She was much more lively than before.

He remembered that at the press conference, those reporters asked him what was the biggest difficulty in transforming from a singer to an actor, and how did he answer it?

He smiled and said that his own strength is not enough.

Indeed, in the past few years of being a singer, he has not learned anything about acting. When he accidentally discovered this interest in the past two years, he was also working hard.

Maybe I'm not strong enough now, but I'll get better soon. Suddenly, being infected by her positive energy, Cui Shengxuan sat on the carpet, propped his chin with one hand, and tilted his head childishly.

"What kind of mood is this? It seems that the two of us are always going through the same thing."

After days of cloudy and rainy days, the sunshine suddenly came, and the brilliance took away all the smog in my heart.The heart is also brightened with transparency, and those troublesome thoughts will be crushed without being hit.

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I like you

I began to realize the gap between myself and the male god. It was after a certain monthly exam that the male god took the first place in the math class for an unprecedented time. Their class was originally a key class, so if you calculate it like this, you should be among the best in the whole grade. .

Lin Lulu was holding the test paper that she had just passed in the [-]s, feeling a little sad, because at this moment, she clearly realized that the person seemed very close to her, but seemed far away.

Lao Cao, their homeroom teacher, was a mathematics teacher. Later, he asked questions every time in class.They will deliberately name male gods. They call this kind of behavior the treatment of top students, which has burdens and rewards.

Later, it was a girl in the next class. I heard her old classmate in the next class say that she seemed to have been secretly in love with the male god since the basketball game in the first year of high school. In the third year of high school, I don’t know because of too much study pressure. Silly, I still thought that I must fight in the end, so I started to make a high profile.

First of all, they advertised that they like the male god everywhere in their class, and then they threw small notes, or biscuits and sodas into the drawer every day, and the male god would return them intact every time if they were not enough.

At that time, Lin Lulu heard the girl in front of her whisper, "Why do you go back, ahh, the male god is too gentle, just throw it away."

Although he didn't think so in his heart, Lin Lulu still nodded in agreement against his will, but was caught by the male god coming from behind.

At that moment, the hole in her heart seemed to be a little wider, as if she was about to tear herself apart.

Then one morning, when Lin Lulu came to the classroom, he saw the entire surface of English on the blackboard. At first he thought it was a composition that the English teacher asked to recite, but after a closer look, the first sentence at the beginning was not.

ifirstsawyou, iamfallinlove.

This seems to be a love letter?

Sure enough, after inquiring at the same table, I found out that the girl in the next class ran over early in the morning and wrote on the blackboard of their class all morning, and she was also full of energy.

Because of her crazy behavior, it seems that there is a troubled male god. She originally came back early and late, but then she simply stepped into the classroom every time, and there was no time to rest at the desk.

So Lin Lulu hasn't had a word with him "occasionally" for a long time.

When he finally graduated, Lin Lulu felt that he couldn't just watch him like this, and the distance between him and the male god was getting bigger and bigger, so he started to turn off his mobile phone and stay up late to read books. During that time, he couldn't work harder.

In the end, she did perform exceptionally well and became outstanding, but before graduation, she still couldn't muster up the courage to say a word to the male god.

Get back in touch later.

In fact, we need to understand that everyone has their own stories. Some people have rich experiences and have many storylines, while others have simple experiences and their stories are simple.

Can not say which kind of story is good, that is our destined good life.

But the types of stories are those few routines back and forth, and we always thought that we would be the ones who were different, but in the end we found that it was inevitable to fall into the cliché after all.

Lin Lulu thought, as for her, she will wait until later, when her dream come true, and after accumulating enough capital to live according to her will, she will go to the countryside to build a big house with a big garden and planted flowers. Grassy fields.

She can knead some clay by herself, burn it into jars, cups, and plates, color it stroke by stroke, and then place them all at home, and give them to friends when they come. A jewel full of love and passion.

Living a refined life, maybe there will be a little grandson or granddaughter. At that time, she will tell them her young first love, saying that before grandma, there was such a person she liked.

He is not romantic in the mountains, nor is he clear and flowing. He is just such an ordinary person who amazed her time and made her become a better self and meet a better person.

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Taking advantage of her free time, Li Zirong finished the final chapter of "I Love You" in the dormitory. After translating for a while, the number of fans on SNS became more and more, which made her very happy, and then increased her horsepower. , all the way to the end smoothly.

As said in the article, first love is always green and beautiful, and it is precisely because of this pure love that it is so easy to die, and it makes people miss it and keep it in their hearts for a lifetime.

Orange Soda: Ah, it's over, I feel like I've lost my love.

Strawberry Caramel: I also have a crush, but he is not as gentle as a male god, because he will throw away other people's love letters. Although he is so merciless, his cool style is also very good. If I were him Girls and girls will be very happy hahaha.

It’s okay to be a male god: I have changed my name again, and now I have to work hard to become a better version of myself. In order to meet a better person, I must first manage myself well. It was Miss Lulu who told me the truth, yes, this is the correct way.

There is no ending: this is the end. Will there be a new book for the translator? I like this style very much. Your brushwork is also very good. Will there be a next book?

After finishing a translation, it suddenly felt like a lovelorn. Li Zirong flipped through the lovely comments below, thought about it, and suddenly had the urge to do something again.