said that he was traveling to City B, but it was unfortunate that Wen Xun had an abnormally low temperature in City B for the past few days. Compared with the temperature outside that makes people's faces ache, she still prefers to nest in the hotel to brush up on questions. But in this way, she is not traveling once in a rare time.

Fortunately, the place where she lives is close to Jiang Xiangyang's company, she can go over and go around if she has nothing to do, relying on the temperature of the entertainment company, and staying comfortably with Jiang Xiangyang, which can also be called comfortable.

For three or two days, the staff on Jiang Xiangyang's side all knew Wen Xun. Her personality can get along with people of any age, and when everyone is busy, she not only doesn't make a mess but also helps out when everyone is busy, everyone still likes her, and slowly gets used to many people around her.

At noon that day, Wen Xun helped distribute boxed lunches to everyone like the previous two days. Jiang Xiangyang was still busy in the dance studio, and Wen Xun glanced at his expression and knew that the dance teacher was "dragging the hall" again.

Jiang Xiangyang only likes and is only good at singing, he doesn't like to dance, and he doesn't have any artistic cells in dance, so he didn't choose to debut with a group at the beginning, but chose a person. At first, the company set a route for him only as a singer, so he readily agreed. However, later there were many newcomers, and those singing and dancing men's groups and Xiaohua Fresh Meat who relied on their beautiful faces to take over the drama were too popular, and the trend was trending, and the company's superiors waved their hands - no matter who he was, as long as he was young and good-looking, he would all dance and act for me.

In this way, his long-awaited musical dreams were put aside, like a fish washed ashore and stranded, living on the occasional little rain.

He was unhappy, but he couldn't disobey him. Because although he is popular, he also knows that he is really not irreplaceable in the talent-rich entertainment industry, and once he is abandoned by the company, his future is basically over. But there is nothing to complain about, and in this day and age, who is irreplaceable.

It's not easy for everyone.

But everyone can bear it.

Whether you can survive or not, a large part of it depends on whether you have endured it long enough.

Wen Xun finished distributing the box lunch, holding the box of lunch belonging to Jiang Xiangyang in his hand, standing outside the dance practice room and looking inside. Jiang Xiangyang looked physically exhausted, and he made several wrong moves in a row, and the dance teacher lost his temper.

She sighed inwardly, and thought sullenly—Old Ginger didn't know when she would be able to eat. When he ate it, the food was cold again.

"Wen Xun, you go out to eat, it will take a while here. ”

Wen Xun turned her head when she heard this, and standing behind her was Sister Qingwan, the same sister who told her last time that Jiang Xiangyang's current situation was not so ideal. She is also Jiang Xiangyang's dance teacher, and unlike the irritable teacher in this class, she usually takes good care of Jiang Xiangyang.

"It's okay, Sister Qingwan, I'll wait. ”

"You, you don't know how long you've been waiting. Qingwan smiled helplessly, "Okay, okay, I won't stop you." ”

At the end of the corridor, there was a sudden sound of clattering high heels, and Wen Xun and several people beside him subconsciously looked over. The person who came was a girl of the same age as Wen Xun, Wen Xun recognized her, and had seen pictures on the Internet - she was one of the members of a very popular girl group now, her stage name was Gu Qingqing, and she couldn't remember what her real name was.

Gu Qingqing stopped outside the dance practice room, glanced at Wen Xun, and said to Qingwan, "Who is this?"

"Friends of the sun. After a few days of getting along, Qingwan already knew that Wen Xun was not Jiang Xiangyang's sister, so she only said that she was a friend at this time.

Gu Qingqing's gaze turned back to Wen Xun's face. "Oh. Then this meal is for Jiang Xiangyang?"

Wen Xun didn't know why she asked, so he replied truthfully, "Yes." ”

Gu Qingqing snatched the lunch box, pushed open the door of the dance practice room again, and shouted inside, "Don't practice yet!"

The dance teacher, who was originally stern-faced, saw that it was Gu Qingqing, and immediately became pleasant. Gu Qingqing took the boxed lunch into the dance practice room, and greeted the two staff members who followed behind, and then, without asking Wen Xun and Qingwan if they wanted to go in, closed the door with a bang.

"Sister Qingwan, what is she?"

"Gu Qingqing, don't you know?" Qingwan looked at Wen Xun in surprise.

"No, no, I mean, what is she doing in there? Isn't this Jiang Xiangyang's practice time?"

"Ah......" Qingwan smiled, "I forgot, you're in your third year of high school, so you shouldn't have much time to watch entertainment news." The two of them have been frying CP recently. No, I went in and took a photo of the meal. ”

Wen Xun felt that his brain was blank, and when he reacted again, Gu Qingqing had already walked out of the dance studio. She glanced at Wen Xun a few more times, but she didn't mean to talk to her, but said to Qingwan, "Li Qingwan, can you not let everyone in in the future." ”

The sound of high heels sounded again, and the figures of Gu Qingqing and the two staff disappeared from Wen Xun's sight.

"You see, children are so rude these days. Qingwan smiled and said to Wen Xun, "She is only eighteen this year, and I am twenty-six, so she calls me Li Qingwan every day." No way, fire is capital. ”

Without getting any response, Qingwan turned her head to look at Wen Xun a little puzzled, "Wen Xun, are you okay?"

Wen Xun, who was called by name, finally came back to his senses. "Ah, I'm fine. ”

"Don't be afraid, this is not a military aircraft center, you are Xiangyang's friend, it's okay to come in occasionally. ”

Qingwan thought that Wen Xun was afraid that she shouldn't come in, so she comforted her. Wen Xun smiled at her, signaling that she was fine.

The door of the dance studio was ajar, and Wen Xun followed the gap and saw Jiang Xiangyang sitting on the ground eating a boxed lunch. He had no expression on his face, and he didn't mean to ask Wen Xun if he could get in, he just ate silently one bite at a time. When he finished eating, a new round of practice began.

"Wen Xun, otherwise you should go back first today. Qingwan said, "He should have run out of time today." ”

"Hmm. Wen Xun nodded, "Then I'll leave Sister Qingwan first, goodbye." ”

Walking out of the towering building, Wen Xun stood on his feet and looked up. Each layer of glass reflected the light, shaking her eyes.

Before today, Wen Xun had never felt any distance from Jiang Xiangyang because of his special profession. It wasn't until today that she saw Gu Qingqing and saw the unwritten rules of their circle, and suddenly felt that the distance between her and Jiang Xiangyang was not as simple as a distance of thousands of kilometers.

She can find a way to come to City B, or she can stay in City B. She could enter the building in front of her, but she didn't belong here after all, and she couldn't break down the invisible barrier between them.

Jiang Xiangyang is now a star, and she is an amateur according to what she says on the Internet now.

This is a big difference.

Wen Xun opened Baidu and wanted to search for the name "Gu Qingqing". As a result, as soon as she finished typing these three words, before she clicked the search button, the first related entry below was: Gu Qingqing Jiang Xiangyang.

She didn't click on the entry, but deleted Gu Qingqing's name and typed "Jiang Xiangyang". The first few related entries below are basically the names of his new songs, but they are still mixed with the "Jiang Xiangyang Gu Qingqing".

She still didn't click on it, and stubbornly typed her own name after Jiang Xiangyang's name.

"Jiang Xiangyang Wenxun"

Click Search.

Not relevant.