Starlight in your eyes [youthful and energetic]

Mr. Que Yi's caramel-colored hair was bundled back obediently, lying on the bed with a soft and fluffy quilt covering his half-naked muscular body, and her lotus pink dress was torn apart with an extremely rude cut and thrown aside... Wait, what did she do last night?

She sat cross-legged on the bed, luckily her underwear was still hanging on her body.She began to calmly pull half of the quilt and slowly recall——

Yes, yesterday Lucas went to play by himself.Then what happened?Yes, she was watching a fire show with her new friends, and Fred had a moment of contemplation when he shared his thoughts with Lena.Mr. Que Yi, who is a bit old-fashioned, was accosted by Miss Universe Joyce Owens, as if he wanted to use this to obtain resources to attack the entertainment industry.The whole person is wrapped tightly, wearing sunglasses and smiling very flatteringly, Nancy looked at Miss Universe's prepared compliments with the same spectator attitude as everyone else. .

Then, Mr. Q's character was revisited and slapped directly on the horse's hoof.Mr. Que Yi pointedly said: "Have you studied the script seriously, or have you only watched reality shows?"

When an actor trapped in a famous role says "I really like your Mr. Q", it's really like eating a hundred vanilla ice cream of the same flavor in a day, not only vomiting but also diarrhea .And my dear Mr. Que Yi can't help hearing similar words a hundred times a day, but every day.

Like a character, but also respect the actor's efforts and the pattern he wants to break through.He is still working hard as an actor, and other roles should also be respected.

Nancy listened to Miss Universe being stabbed by the words and stretched out her spikes in turn, choking Mr. Que Yi back.Everyone laughed, and Fred teased: "It seems that Miss Universe is not stupid at all."

The spikes point straight to the deadliest wounds, and what she says is hilarious.

"So, are you happy in this position?"

Are you happy?

Nancy asked herself the same, as if unhappy.She rose to fame and became one of several leaders in the comics industry.She is always working constantly, and encounters all kinds of setbacks at work. No matter how late she comes home, there is a big dog with two black eyebrows and two groups of yellow eyebrows waiting for her.

When she was lonely, she ran wildly with it in the park. When she was broken in love, drunk, injured, and it would always lick Nancy's cheek, and it whimpered and barked softly.It's saying: 'Don't cry, okay? '

'I'm so sad too. '

'Shall we go out and bully Teddy next door?It always barks at passers-by, and last time it scared us passing by. '

'Nancy...'

'Nancy...'

She was reminded by Miss Universe for no reason, she seemed to be always busy with her own business, it was always playing by itself.When she is not at home at work, when she is collecting materials outside, when she is at a party, and when she is closed in the study at home to catch up on manuscripts, the briquettes are always played by herself.

It was also that day, it scratched the door of the study, bit the dog chain that was not put on, and waited for a while without any response from the study, so it chose to go out and sneak by itself.

If only she could give it more attention, she must have taken it out to play by herself.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, pretended nothing had happened, got up and asked the waiter for a bottle of red wine.She sat down and drank without talking, watching the performance change to another, she just drank with tears.

Mick, dressed in a black suede suit, observes with a pair of extremely wise eyes honed by time, and concludes: "I guess, she was hooked by Miss Universe."

Fred looked at Que Yi, then at Nancy who was drinking alone, and asked, "How do you know?"

"I just know," Mick continued, crossing his arms over his chest, "Don't forget, I'm a director, and movies come from life."

Nancy smiled dejectedly, and raised her glass in honor of Mick.

She said, "I'm a cartoonist. The well-known cartoonist Leo is me. There is a story that was put on the screen, and you even filmed real people. It's a pity that my sister in the United States met with you at that time and signed a cooperation agreement." This road is not easy to walk, but I have also come over it, of course, as seniors, you must have had a deeper experience on the road of becoming famous and chasing the future." She continued to pour wine, filled the glass, and sighed, "Once I slept on a bench on the street, picking up junk with scavengers. I tried to find the courage to continue painting. I survived the abuse and misunderstanding, but my partner died."

Que Yi turned the ring, held the cup of coffee and asked, "Who?"

"Balley, my most loyal partner, has always been a majestic Chinese pastoral dog."

"It's a pity," Mick said.

"The funny thing is, it was caught and eaten."

Lena covered her mouth in disbelief: "Oh my God."

After Nancy finished speaking, she choked up and took a big sip of red wine. The result of drinking it down like water was that she began to get drunk with stamina, and tears flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably by swallowing.Everyone originally thought that the dog had passed away, but now it seems that the story inside is even more sad.Fred thought that he probably knew the reason for her unintentional depression, why she always loved to lie on the wildflower slope.

She is blaming herself, maybe she still has anger that has nowhere to vent.

"It was eaten...how could they..."

Nancy lowered her head, her eyeshadow was waterproof but with a crystal luster from tears.

Fred and Mick and Lena left quietly. She needed a separate space to vent on such a topic.Que Yi put down the coffee and picked up the third bottle of red wine that she planned to drink faster than her.

He uncorked the bottle, signaled the waiter to leave, and poured Nancy half a glass as she stared blankly.

"I won't persuade you not to drink, but you can choose to drink slowly." Que Yi explained, "I know you. Your comic style is changeable. Although the main market is in Asia, it is also very popular in European and American markets."

"Thank you." Nancy sighed again.

"..." Que Yi felt that something was wrong with him.

"Mr. Que Yi, I don't think I want to talk about comics right now."

"You can call me Que Yi the same way you call Fred and Mick."

Nancy looked at the gradually dispersed audience watching the performance, and directly picked up the wine bottle and said, "Yes."

"But you seldom show up, do you?" Que Yi continued to look at her, curiously.

"Brother, you understand very well." Nancy laughed, her eyes blurred and bent into crescent moons, "What they need to like is my work, so why should I show up?"

"Too."