After many years, Rong Yi saw the thin and weak back blocking the sunset for him in his dream again. In her silence, there was a lot of pain. But in her pain, he still saw the cleanliness and warmth of her heart, and she was quietly healing and facing the world gently.

In the days after she disappeared, the children stood at the door, tearfully waiting for their teacher Ren to return. Even the candy given by the crew couldn't get their smiles.

Although she didn't like to laugh at that time, it was a different situation for the children. He secretly watched her go to class, she performed mime for the children, taught them to sing sentence by sentence, the children's laughter was as beautiful as silver bells, and her expressions were vivid and bright.

He was jealous of Zhang Heng from the bottom of his heart. From childhood to adulthood, they each had their own excellence, and he never envied him. And at this moment, he went crazy with jealousy, and in her heart, from beginning to end, there was only Zhang Heng.

At that time, he had not yet graduated from college, and it was not that he had never been in a relationship. But the attraction and touch she brought to him was very special. After she left, he insisted on staying in the small classroom and waited for her for a month, despite the school's repeated orders to ask him to return to school to participate in the debriefing performance.

He hated it then.

Obviously she accepted his hug the day before, and she also hugged him gently, and they snuggled up to each other for a long time on the picturesque roadside. But the next day, the next day, she didn't say goodbye and disappeared without a trace.

After the joy, he couldn't even find a person to vent. His anger and sorrow could only be directed against the soft air. He had a hard time accepting it.

At that time, he was young and vigorous, and even vowed to take revenge on her if he found her.

Over the years, he has been in the entertainment industry, and he has never seen any woman. The love of youth, the betrayal that ended before it began, slowly turned into a small thorn, and if it was not provoked, it seemed that it didn't feel anything. If it weren't for the rush to meet his dearest aunt in a hurry that day, maybe the two of them would have stopped there.

He has always been neither red nor black, tepid, and his classmates and friends around him are so red and purple, but he is not envious. He respects and loves his profession, and he wants to play quietly like this for the rest of his life. With the support of his family and the connections of his parents, his studio is slowly getting on the right track.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly became popular.

The first time he was stuck in the airport, he was a little dazed.

But he quickly adapted and allowed himself to ignore them. He knows that impetuousness can't last long, there is no shortage of fresh faces in the entertainment industry, and it just takes some time to return to calm.

His work has become more and more compact, and he will even get angry with himself because he can't wake up, but he never harms others. Lack of rest, has always been regular fitness, and his physique is very good, he has repeated colds. Catching up with a big gala, doing a trapeze artist while filming, rehearsing repeatedly, doing things that he is obviously not good at, there is a lot of pressure, and he is very irritable.

At an awards ceremony, he went from an unknown actor who was not invited to a hot spot, sitting in the first row of the guest seats, competing with those big names for the top reputation in the performance industry. He sat in the audience, watched the edited footage, and heard the famous host speak highly of his work with words like performing arts.

Somehow, he remembered those days in the mountains, the girl who laughed with crooked eyes and pointed down, and said to him with a serious face, you will definitely become a great performing artist.

He knew that he was not an artist yet, and that he might not be able to reach great heights in his lifetime. In the hardships of his first career, her words gave him incomparable warmth and firmness.

He may not simply hate her, he can't forget her, maybe not because of those youthful pains. In the first years of his life, there was a memory of him gritting his teeth and crying and turning into a butterfly, in this memory, there was a warm girl in a white dress and a white beret, with her weak shoulders, clumsily covering the dazzling light for him, and wishing him a moment of coolness and comfort.

His heart calmed down. His impetuousness, like his adolescence, began briefly and ended silently. Some people say that he is not arrogant, and some people praise him for being young and old, he smiles and smiles again.

In fact, he didn't hate her for a long time, all he remembered was her warmth and kindness, and his unilateral and pure liking.

But even so, when he saw her again, he deliberately showed the arrogance of the big white sheep. The poisonous tongue was indifferent, forcing her to flee.