At 6:15 the next morning, the streets of City B were already bustling, and people who went to work began to rush to squeeze the subway.

Wen Xun was still asleep, and Jiang Xiangyang had already woken up and was sitting in the living room drinking coffee.

He was woken up by a phone call from his agent, who told him that he had to go to the company for a meeting before 8 o'clock and go on a trip after the meeting.

He knew that the next period of time would be unusually hectic.

Jiang Xiangyang put down the empty coffee cup and felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, but his spirit finally cheered up. He got up and walked into Wen Xun's bedroom again, wanting to wake her up and tell her about leaving, not wanting her to wake up again and find that she was gone. But seeing her sleeping soundly, he still couldn't bear to wake her up.

In the end, he just leaned over and kissed her forehead, leaving a sentence in her ear as she fell asleep, "Son, I'll go first." ”

At 10:25 in the morning, Jiang Xiangyang, who had already finished the meeting, turned on his mobile phone and saw a sentence from Wen Xun: I'm so angry that you don't say a word and leave!?

He smiled at the screen, thinking I told you, you didn't hear it.

"Xiangyang! Why are you stunned, this way, ready to go!" the agent's urging voice sounded on the other side of the corridor.

Jiang Xiangyang hurriedly put his mobile phone in his pocket, answered "come" and ran over.

Today's itinerary is an advertising shoot plus a hard photo shoot in the afternoon, which is not a particularly hard task. But Jiang Xiangyang, who was sitting in the nanny car and rushing to his destination, was not in a relaxed mood, he was full of thoughts about his album that had been delayed in release time, and Wen Xun's news that he had not had time to reply. When he arrived at the filming location and sat in the dressing room, the makeup artist's hands went back and forth on his face in front of his eyes, and the makeup was touched up and repaired. The last step of makeup was completed, and his face, which had been made more and more refined, was finally completed.

Staring at himself in the mirror, Jiang Xiangyang suddenly thought distractedly-Xiao Xun had never worn such heavy makeup.

However, the staff urged again, and he quickly got up to participate in the shooting, without stopping for a minute or a second.

"I laughed so stiffly. One more. "The advertisement has been filmed for the third time, and the filming crew has shouted the card again.

The agent's face was not very good-looking, and he pulled Jiang Xiangyang aside to ask him what was going on.

"Sister Li, shouldn't I have taken a vacation today? I'm working overtime right now, and of course I can't laugh. ”

"What do you call this? Vacation, newcomers are stubbling out one by one, you don't want to compete, just want to take a vacation?" The agent Zheng Qili hated iron and steel.

Jiang Xiangyang sighed helplessly. "If I want to compete, I also compete in music, and what kind of competition is it to take pictures and commercials every day. ”

"It's all arranged for you, so you don't have to think so much. Isn't it good to have a face that can solidify powder, take a picture and have food, saving you from singing your throat every day. Zheng Qili saw that Jiang Xiangyang was about to refute, and hurriedly beckoned the makeup artist to come over and plug his mouth, "Come, Xiaoting, make up a lipstick here." ”

Jiang Xiangyang frowned, looked at his lips in the mirror and reappeared a little heavier, and the vampire movie he had watched with Wen Xun popped up in his mind.

- Is this really pretty?

But he knew that if he questioned it, everyone would persuade him that the camera was very makeup-friendly. After eight hundred conversations, he himself was a little tired.

Although he doesn't like what he is doing now, Jiang Xiangyang is not a person with no sense of responsibility, and he doesn't want to hurt a room of people to work overtime with him because of his poor state. If you want to finish work early, the only way is to perform better. With this in mind, his next shot was good, and it was finally over.

After having a light meal with everyone, Jiang Xiangyang got into the nanny car again and rushed to the next task.

The car was very warm, and the shaking from time to time made Jiang Xiangyang a little drowsy. He remembered some things a long time ago, such as her tears when he first told Wen Xun that he was going to make his debut, such as when he stood on the stage for the first time and sang in front of everyone. Over the years, many people have asked him why he suddenly chose such a "special" path, and the answers he gave were basically some very official answers.

Rapping is a hobby, a dream, not a lie. But the reason why it became Jiang Xiangyang's dream is not so remarkable.

When he was a child, Jiang Xiangyang was not tall, especially in elementary school, he was shorter than Wen Xundu, who was two years younger than him. At that time, he always felt inferior for this, and always hoped that the height line he drew on the wall could be higher than Wen Xun. But when he was really much taller than Wen Xun, what he cared about was no longer this.

After not caring about his height, he began to compare his results with Wen Xun again. But Wen Xun is an indisputable scholar, as long as all the scholarships in the school are swept by her, and he is only an upper-average grade at most.

At first, he didn't understand why everyone generally liked to compare people of the same sex and age, but he had such a strange competitive spirit towards Wen Xun, until Wen Xun once showed an expression of approval and admiration when he went to his singing training class to learn singing, and he understood.

Where is there any competitiveness?

It's just that he subconsciously thinks that girls like boys who are stronger than him, and he likes Wen Xun, but he is not as good as Wen Xun, so he always hopes that he can have a point that Wen Xun looks up to.

He thought he had found that point, so he worked harder to learn to sing and compose, and slowly realized that this thing was really suitable for him. When he finally made achievements, stood on the stage, and became a "star" that thousands of girls looked up to, Wen Xun cried and asked him - you just left, what about me?

He can still remember the time when Wen Xun asked him not to forget his original intention when he was going to play CP with Tao Yizhi in a variety show, but he has indeed gone too far on this road, and everything he has now is not proportional to the simple idea at the beginning, and it seems that it has gradually blurred in the rush day after day.

Speaking of the original intention, the original intention was originally just a her.

So is everything he is doing now walking towards her, moving forward with her, or is he moving farther and farther away from her?

The answer to the question, who can tell him. He can only be carried forward by everything now, and there is no way to turn left or right. He has the high hopes and love of fans, and the hard work and hard work of the team, how can he live up to it.

The nanny car stopped, and the agent woke up the drowsy Jiang Xiangyang. His consciousness was also awakened, and his memories were dispelled, leaving only a few staff members in front of him and the car door waiting for him to open.

He reached out and opened the car door.

In early spring, the weather is still cool. Jiang Xiangyang had just woken up again, and as soon as he opened the door, he felt the coolness on his face. He turned around and took a thicker coat from the car and wrapped it around before following the staff.