It has been almost nine years since Fang Ting received his first postcard.

For more than 3000 days and nights, with Zhu Shisi's company, Fang Ting grew up slowly, from a paranoid juvenile delinquent to a genius double-gold actor recognized in the industry.

Fang Ting regards himself as just an ordinary person who loves to perform. He doesn't want to be famous, and he doesn't like to face the media. Deadlines move forward silently.

At the beginning of this year, there were already 99 postcards, and the last one was left to reach the goal, but Zhu Shisi has not sent a letter for a long time.

In a fight scene filmed in February, there was a scene that had to slide down a nearly [-]-degree slope. Fang Ting didn't need a stand-in and accidentally broke his arm. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured.

He persisted until it was finished, and bought a plane ticket back to China the next day. If he waited any longer, he didn't know what would happen again. 99 tickets were enough, and he was going to see Zhu Shisi.

"I thought you were joking on the phone yesterday, but you really want to go back to China?" Ah Tiao leaned against the door, watching Fang Ting pack his luggage, "What's the reason? It's too sudden."

"It's time for me to rest for a while," Fang Ting raised his right arm wearing a splint with difficulty, "I will stay in Fengyuan City until it recovers."

Fang Ting put a stack of postcards and the Galaxy Cube into an iron box, and the broken corner of the cube has been mended, exactly the same as when Zhu Shisi put it in his hands 11 years ago.

"And," Fang Ting added as he pulled up the suitcase, "Wei Pengpeng's new movie in August has a high proportion of love scenes. I have no love experience. I need to go back and find someone to accumulate material for this."

Ah Tiao leaned over: "You want to fall in love? With whom?"

"Secret for now."

"Hey, keep it a secret, anyway, I will definitely know when the time comes," Ah Tiao touched his yellow cropped hair, and his tone became a little coy, "Then...then you are gone, am I still your assistant?"

"I only use assistants when I'm acting, and now there's no acting, I'm a bum."

Ah Tiao exhaled: "Oh, well, you are really too casual."

Rather than saying that Ah Tiao was reluctant to part with Fang Ting, it was better to say that he was reluctant to serve as Fang Ting's assistant. The assistants of other celebrities not only worked tirelessly but also were scolded.Fang heard it differently. He liked to be alone. He stipulated that assistants should not be on duty for more than [-] hours a week. The salary was very high, and they had vacations from time to time.

Fang Ting picked up the suitcase and walked towards the door: "I'll come to see you when I join the team in August. During this period, you should also rest. If you don't have enough money, I can advance your salary after August."

"Long live the boss! Long live the capitalist!" Ah Tiao stooped to take the luggage from Fang Ting's hand, and pressed the elevator with a smile, "Actually, I'm going back to China in a few days, and I'll go to a place with you, my dad The shop is short of staff and I have to help."

"What store?"

"It's an old shop that makes sweets, and it's quite famous in Fengyuan."

"Sweets..."

Ding dong——the elevator door opened, Fang Ting stepped in and smiled slightly.

"If it goes well, I will bring him to taste it."

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