After I fell off the horse, I fell in love with the actor.

Chapter 1 01;

Everything has been prepared for the funeral.

Chu Wangliang rubbed the flower stems in his hands, and knelt in front of the master's spirit without saying a word.

He could feel the brothers walking past him one by one, put down a bunch of white chrysanthemums, and then left quickly.He was the only one holding Fenghuang Zhenyu who had been found in several flower shops in his hand, he was still unwilling to get up.

As Tao Zhinian's youngest and most proud apprentice, he respects his master very much, but in terms of being close, he loves to stick to his master Tao Mo.

This Phoenix Zhenyu was the master's favorite flower during his lifetime.

Because it is rare and precious, many people are unable to find it even if they want to, so they just use a bunch of ordinary white chrysanthemums as a perfunctor when presenting flowers.

But more people don't even have this intention.

Tao Mo was a very persistent artist during his lifetime, and he wholeheartedly regarded dancing as the highest pursuit in life.

However, the golden time of dancers is only for decades, just like competitive sports, no matter how much you love, you will have to retire one day.

Although the old man has been working as a coach, young people in the dance world emerge in endlessly, and fewer and fewer people know him, and even fewer people come from thousands of miles to learn from him.

When he was young, the few friends who danced with him left earlier than him, and he was lonely when he was old.

Although Chu Wangliang is not considered an entertainer, he was forced by his manager to have no time to spare. In the past few months, he had received many commercials, and the master's illness came on quickly. When the tragedy happened, he might still be in front of the camera. With a smirk on the corner of his mouth.

If he could ask more questions when the master was critically ill, maybe the last meeting would not be the unhappy breakup half a year ago...

Chu Wangliang hated that he had not been able to accompany Tao Lone, who was dying and lonely, to complete the last journey in this world, and even more hated that now he could only kneel before the spirit for a long time, and there was nowhere to find a quiet place for meditation.

Listening to the casual chatter of acquaintances or strangers around him, he only felt full of sadness.

At a funeral, everyone is holding wine glasses and flowers, but it seems that he is the only one who really cares about the dead in this funeral.

Kneeling in front of the coffin, thinking wildly for a long time, until the assistant Sun Qin appeared at some time, bowed his head and said to him, "My condolences, don't be too sad", Chu Wangliang realized that his face was cold.

Sun Qin helped him to stand up, and he suddenly felt that he had returned to the year when he was five years old.

But at his father's funeral, instead of being supported to stand up, he was knelt down with his little arms pressed down.

Chu Wangliang was about to wipe away the tears that were almost drying on his face, but Sun Qin stopped him, then took out a wet towel and handed it to him: "Don't wipe like that, your face is crying."

Knowing that this was deliberately making him happy, Chu Wangliang smiled cooperatively, took the wet towel and wiped his face, and said, "I know what you're going to say, it's okay, I should have cried long ago."

As he said that, he sighed. When the master brought him the funeral invitation a few days ago, he was such an emotionally insensitive person, crying like a mourning concubine... It is not right to say that it was a mourning concubine. He was only five years old when his father passed away. You can't even kneel, and you expect him to cry?

Sun Qin nodded and looked at him without speaking.

"Let's go." Chu Wangliang and Sun Qin have been together for a long time, and he knows what he wants to say. This is because he doesn't want him to stay here for a long time. "If you leave late and delay the rehearsal, she will scold me again."

Sun Qin naturally knew who the "she" in his words was, so he was silent for a while, and he had done a lot of things with the mud: "Size is also a stage, something is better than nothing."

"Haha." Chu Wangliang smiled expressionlessly, "That's right, your career is not as important as your own career after your death, Master."

Before he finished speaking, his mobile phone, which had already been set to vibrate mode, kept vibrating in his pocket. It was his manager's phone.

Chu Wangliang picked it up, and before he could say "Hello", he heard a strong female voice over there: "Where are you? Today's rehearsal has been advanced, why haven't you gone yet?"

Chu Wangliang gave Sun Qin a look, which meant "Look at what I said".

The temper over there was very anxious: "Hello? Are you listening? Talk!"

"Today is my master's funeral." Chu Wangliang took a deep breath silently and said, "I'll go there after it's over."

The other side was silent for a moment, and then said: "Okay, I see. There is also an award ceremony tomorrow, let me remind you, remember to go."

"I'm not going." Chu Wangliang finally couldn't help being irritable, and his flat voice was a little emotional, "Let someone else help me."

"Don't go?! Who dares to help you get the big trophy for your consecutive championship?"

Chu Wangliang became even more irritable, and hung up the phone without saying a word: "Which time am I not the champion? If no one takes it, I don't want it."

After the phone was hung up, a few people surrounded him at some point, and they were all familiar faces at first glance.

One of them with small eyes patted Chu Wangliang's shoulder enthusiastically: "Little Chu! I finally saw you, don't come here without any problems!"

Chu Wangliang didn't even have time to sort out his emotions, and turned his head with a gentle and cheerful smile: "Aren't you too, you've been very busy recently."

The other voice was very loud: "No matter how busy we are, why are you so busy, little blue bird? Our master sent an invitation letter two days ago, and I thought you would definitely not participate."

"How could it be?" Chu Wangliang smiled, "Master's funeral, no matter how busy you are, you have to come."

Small eyes sighed: "Isn't that right, it's just a formality."

He sang with him in a loud voice, and even joked: "I'm not, I'm still here to eat."

Both of them didn't notice Chu Wangliang's cold glare.

Finally getting rid of the meaningless forced social interaction, Chu Wangliang's perfect smiling face collapsed, and he wanted to leave.

If the master's soul is really still lingering in this world, I'm afraid it won't be in such a noisy place.

As soon as he reached the door, he suddenly heard a man and a woman arguing outside the door.

From this angle, he could only see that it was a well-maintained middle-aged woman. Although she was arguing, her tone of voice was not too aggressive:

"Tongye, don't you think you change assistants a little too often?"

Chu Wangliang was startled, the same field?Was it the fellow he knew?

"I know, Sister Wei, but Xiao Li is really not very quick in handling things. I asked him to order Phoenix Zhenyu last week, but I still haven't ordered it the day before yesterday. Today, I bought this bundle myself."

As soon as the male voice came out, he immediately strengthened his mind.

This is Tong Ye, the film star who became popular at Fang Nianqi this year, and he is also his only idol in the entertainment industry.

Although this "one of the youngest movie kings in history" became popular with "Ambush at Tianming", no one can say that the title of movie king has nothing to do with his years of hard work.

But for the same field, the Grand Slam awards, topics and popularity brought by this famous work are all common things at home since childhood.

Everyone praised him for being young and promising, but when he returned home, he was still disgusted by the actor and actress parents, saying that he had too much aura and didn't know how to restrain himself.

"It's not a big deal, maybe it's just an oversight..."

"Isn't that a big deal?!" Tong Ye's voice suddenly rose, "Grandpa Tao likes Phoenix Zhenyu the most, you know that too, right? I know these flowers are hard to buy, so I asked him to order them so long in advance. He didn't even get it! It's not an ordinary slip up that I can live with."

"Well, if you have to change, I can't stop it. I'll arrange an interview for you in two days. How about it?"

Tong Ye seemed to hesitate for a while, and said, "No, I will come in person this time."

What's the meaning?What do you mean?

Chu Wangliang covered his mouth in place, for fear that others would find him eavesdropping.

He didn't bother to think about why Tongye appeared at the master's funeral, he was only thinking about "Tongye wants to interview the assistant in person".

if so……

He thought of how his agent squeezed him, and sometimes even made him feel that dancing was an extremely hateful annoying thing.

Thinking of this, a rebellious heart welled up.

Instead of staying here and letting her squeeze, try interviewing an assistant in the same field.

In this way, not only can you get rid of the status quo for a short time, but you can also get a chance to get in touch with your idol!

What's more, he eavesdropped on this conversation just now, and felt that Tongye treated Tao Mo completely differently from others.

Tongye must really feel sorry for Tao Mo, as he was willing to visit several flower shops for Tao Mo himself, just to buy a bunch of Phoenix Zhenyu.

He secretly made up his mind, and the small calculation in his heart became clearer and clearer.

Now the sad hurdle... Only the "eyeliner" that Sun Qin, the manager, put by his side remained.

He watched Sun Qin coming from not far away with the car keys, and knew that he was going to send him to rehearsal, and the rebellious emotions in his heart surged up again.

No matter what, he is definitely the assistant to the actor.

The author says:

Tweet base friend article "My Bipolar Patient" by Black Escape Twelve;

Copywriter:

Viewing angle:

My name is Qiu Ruoqing, the Qiu of Churchill, the weak Ruo, the blue-faced and long-toothed Qing.

I have bipolar disorder, still terminal, but I think my therapist is even sicker.

He even asked me to write letters to my patients to communicate about my illness and chat about my life, one letter every day.

It seems that in this nonsense life, it is necessary to communicate with each other.

So I opened the blind box of the 80s lifestyle…

Writing and receiving emails every day, the world slows down in an instant.

Because my pen pal and patient friend is an uncle named Sanbao, not to mention that he can type very fast.

Also very wise.

An old house where a treasure.

I want to respect and love him.

What's more, he is called Three Treasures and needs three times the love.

My psychiatrist is really sick. He thinks I have a slightly anti-social personality and wants to come to my house to monitor me in real time.

Is there a psychiatrist too?

Until one day, I couldn't take it anymore, and searched the Internet for "what should I do with my psychiatrist".

I must have been controlled by him.

Attack Angle:

My name is Xu Shanqing. When my parents named me, I happened to encounter a once-in-a-century flood, so I got the name "Shanqing".

I am a clinical psychologist, so when I first met Qiu Ruoqing, I knew he needed me very much.

Sure enough, he was the most severe type of bipolar I.

"According to the research conducted by the World Health Organization in recent years." I began to nonsense, "Once a patient with bipolar disorder has a pen pal, his recovery will be accelerated. Do you want to try it?"

He was so confused that he agreed.

I solemnly wrote down my email address and pushed it in front of him.

Every second before I open the email, I can hear a violent heartbeat from nowhere.

He is the blind box.

"It's my 23rd birthday today, and I'm sending a red envelope with my payment code attached."

"Forget it, sir, I shouldn't occupy your pension, please send me your payment code."

"Hello, Uncle Sanbao, you have worked hard on typing, and I pray for your wrist joints, I hope it will not be dry, rough or bulging when you use it."

"It rained yesterday, I won't lie to you."

I think he must have had a strange misunderstanding of me since when.

Whose uncle is so majestic and domineering.

One day he sent me an email again: "Uncle Sanbao, I have unreasonable thoughts about my psychiatrist. I want to press him hard on the bed and do something that will be banned by Jinjiang."

Um?Grandpa has to stand up!

Third perspective:

Qiu Ruoqing has been a lunatic since childhood, social fear, paranoia, mania, depression, anti-social... all five poisons.

When I walked into the psychological treatment center called "The Mountain Will Not Fall", people stink.

But he wanted to live, and he wanted to live without pain.

Xu Shanqing has seen many lunatics in his life, but Qiu Ruoqing has a different meaning to him.

The only one he really cared about was Qiu Ruoqing.

He hoped that he would live a magnanimous and extreme life, and would be hard to let go of his arrogance.

When Qiu Ruoqing threw the knife at him, he knew that he only needed himself.

He will definitely become a stronger person.

If time permits, they will remain pen pals forever.

But Xu Shanqing's mother exposed everything: "Xu Sanbao! Mom is going to beat me up if I keep eating like this!"

Qiu Ruoqing's big teeth fell out of shock, staring at the sanctimonious psychiatrist who was slowly gnawing chicken wings: "San, Master Sanbao?"

Xu Shanqing: QAQ