All nine members of Girls' Generation left, leaving Pingyang and returning to the imperial capital.

There were also Ivanka and Fairy Liu who left, and Huang Tingfei did not fall behind.

Fairy Liu was the first to go, she stayed in the Wang family for the longest time, and it was time to earn money.

Fang Fang, Ivanka's life assistant and bodyguard, of course, followed along.

In the lively home, only Wang Zi'an was left alone.

Wang Zi'an also had to dry the fruits of the winter crops, and did not go to the imperial capital.

He said that when he cleaned up everything at home, he would go to the imperial capital, accompany everyone to the Spring Festival Gala backstage, and then go back to celebrate the New Year together after they came down.

On the first night when he was alone in the house, the prince lay down and tossed and turned in the dark.

I don't know how long it took, he turned on the bedside lamp, sat up, opened the drawer, and felt for a bottle of medicine.

The lid of the medicine bottle was rotated halfway, and Wang Zi'an screwed it back again.

After tightening, the bottle is still back in the drawer, and the drawer is closed.

The lights were turned off, and with a long sigh, the prince lay down.

Turning over and over, cold air entered the quilt, alternating between hot and cold, and his nose was a little blocked.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Zi'an turned on the light, put on his coat, walked out of the house, and went to the study.

The body is tired, but the brain is somewhat active, or chaotic, and Wang Zi'an has been suffering from insomnia for a while.

When he slept in the same room with Huang Tingfei, he relied on medicine to help him sleep.

Huang Ting flew away, and Wang Zi'an didn't want to continue taking medicine, for fear of becoming dependent.

Turning on the desktop computer, Wang Zi'an prepared the script, notebook, and pen.

Wang Zi'an doesn't write much about the character, he mainly collects some information on the Internet that helps him figure out the character, such as words, such as pictures.

The revised script on A4 paper was originally less than 50 pages, but after Wang Zi'an's annotation and insertion, the number of pages increased by nearly half.

That's not all, he's still collecting information.

Busy day and night, hearing the sound of roosters crowing in the distance in the dead silence of the night, Wang Zi'an realized that he should be able to sleep.

The computer was not turned off, and the notebook on the table was not sorted out, so he walked out of the study, turned off the light, went back to the house, took off his coat and lay down.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time.

Wang Zi'an could barely open his eyes, his head was very heavy, and his throat was very uncomfortable, as if he was about to catch a cold.

But he struggled to get out of bed.

I can't sleep anymore, and if I sleep again, I can't sleep even more at night.

Washing, cooking porridge, laundry......

After breakfast, drying clothes, drying corn kernels, Wang Zi'an got dressed, took a USB drive, rode an electric car out, and went to town.

Not long after, Wang Zi'an hurried back on an electric car, holding a stack of A4 papers in his arms.

The electric car pushed into the side room, put the information away, and the prince ran out in a hurry to collect the corn drying in the yard.

It's raining!

Not only today, but for the next two days, it has been drizzling.

Wang Zi'an spread out the oilcloth in the living room on the first floor, poured in corn kernels, took out the long-legged electric fan, and blew on the oilcloth.

After being rained and not dried, the corn kernels will sprout.

The peanuts haven't dried yet, and Wang Zi'an has a headache.

What a headache, he had a cold.

Wrapped in a thick coat, the prince sat at the bottom of the corridor, looking at the rainy sky, which was very gray.

He didn't play with his phone, he didn't turn on the TV, he was just in a daze.

In the script, the preparation is almost the same.

It was printed by Wang Zi'an in two copies, one of the original script and one of the script that he had marked and inserted.

Once the information is marked and inserted, it is immediately sealed, and Wang Zian never looks back at this script.

He plans to turn on the phone and then open it step by step to unblock.

After staying alone in her hometown for five days, Li Kexin finally called Wang Zi'an and asked him why he didn't call her and didn't come to the imperial capital.

Wang Zi'an perfunctory on the grounds that he was busy with work and the crops at home were moldy on rainy days.

After the little girl went to the imperial capital, she had more friends and became more cheerful, and she was no longer as clingy to Wang Zi'an as before.

Plus every day is very busy, making up classes, doing homework, practicing...... She has almost no time to go shopping, so naturally she won't look for Wang Zi'an every day.

Although she deliberately sent her out, she snubbed herself so much, and the prince was still very disappointed.

The little girl grows up day by day, and one day, she will no longer need him.

This feeling is uncomfortable.

"People, indeed, are selfish. "Wang Zi'an's current state is very delicate, he has been cold for several days, and he has not seen any better.

I wanted to exercise every day to make my body tired and help me sleep.

Now that the body's energy is used to fight the virus, and then go for a run and exercise to burn it off, the cold will only get worse.

Approaching the end of the year, Wang Zi'an did not go to the imperial capital.

He lost his words.

This is also what he did on purpose.

He didn't plan to go to the imperial capital to accompany Li Kexin to the Spring Festival Gala and accompany them for the New Year.

Li Kexin was so angry that she ignored Wang Zi'an and stopped calling him.

On this day, the prince sat in front of the dresser mirror.

There are quite a few paints, cosmetics, etc. on the table, and there is even a wig cover.

Wang Zi'an spread out two old newspapers on the dresser, put them on the wig, picked up the paint and began to dye his hair.

The paint is golden, green, and Wang Zian coughs while cross-dyeing the wig.

After dyeing his wig, the prince got up, coughed a few times, and took off his coat.

On the bed next to it, there is a pile of clothes, standard formal three-piece suits and coats, etc.

When Wang Zi'an finished putting it on, he saw that it was a dark checked shirt, a camouflage tie, a dark green waistcoat, purple striped trousers, a taro purple coat, and a pair of leather gloves.

This dress is a little weird.

But as long as he saw Wang Zi'an's face, he felt that everything was gone, and there was only one word left: handsome!

Wang Zian took a few pictures of himself with a selfie stick before continuing to sit down in front of the dresser.

The wig, which was dyed and not yet dry, was dragged aside by Wang Zi'an.

After changing a wave of paint, Wang Zi'an picked up a paintbrush and put makeup on his face.

After more than two hours of painting, Wang Zi'an stopped.

City of Angels.

The handsome director Nolan got up early in the morning, washed up, and sat quietly at the dining room table to eat the breakfast made by his wife.

"Honey, are you going to work at the office today?" asked the wife, who put the hot milk in front of Nolan.

"Of course, there is less than a month to go, so there is a lot of work to be done. Nolan didn't look up, eating breakfast and looking at his phone.

The wife smiled with pride on her face and looked at her husband with adoring eyes.

In Hollywood, there are very few directors who can make no compromises or sacrifices in terms of filming techniques and artistic integrity.

Nolan is one of the few directors who still holds control of his films, and his autonomy stems from his ability to control his film budgets and his professionalism in meeting deadlines.

In this director, who is not very old, he combines the dual temperament of an art master and a director craftsman.

is such a director, his husband, Thomas treats Nolan like when he is in love, and his passion has never diminished a little.

Suddenly, she saw her husband, who was looking at his phone, almost jumping up from his chair, looking creepy.