Peninsula: The Best Actor Begins with a Breakup

Chapter 1 Wedges
"Hey, do you need me to teach you how to write the word privacy?"

"Mingyan, don't be so self-indulgent. Who said I came to see you... I came to visit my aunt."

The young man sitting on the ground shrugged off the girl's eloquent arguments while holding a large bouquet of flowers. "Hehe, tell me yourself, how many times have we met here this month?"

"Including today's time, this is only the fifth time..."

"But the month is only halfway over!"

"Really... Then it's a coincidence that you and I have run into each other here so many times."

While continuing to argue, the girl nonchalantly placed the flowers in her arms in front of the tombstone, and then sat down next to the boy.

It seemed that the girl didn't care at all about the future where her mother would hunt her down when she got home after soiling her jeans.

As for the boy himself, he didn't care about this kind of thing at all. After all... his mother was lying quietly under the tombstone in front of him.

"Sister Mingyue still doesn't agree with you going to art high school?"

Perhaps unable to bear the silence, the girl spoke first.

Facing the girl's question, the boy put his hands behind his head and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Yeah, she even rushed back from Liangshan yesterday just for this matter and slapped me in the face."

"Have you taken action?" The girl stood up stealthily and wanted to see her friend's profile, but she found nothing.

"It's a small matter. Sister is doing this for my own good."

"You have to learn to protect yourself. If you want to be an artist, you have to take extra care of your face."

The girl put her hands on her waist, looking like she was giving someone a lesson.

"Is this considered the experience of the seniors?"

"Of course, I'm a formal trainee now."

"Yeah, yeah, you're the best, my superstar."

A gust of wind blew by, and silence fell again between the two of them. However, compared to before, the atmosphere seemed to be much more relaxed.

"I heard that my uncle will be back soon." The girl spoke again.

"What does it have to do with me?"

The boy himself didn't realize that his tone was filled with anxiety and anger that was hard to conceal.

"I don't mean anything else, I just think uncle should support your dream..."

Perhaps realizing she'd said something she shouldn't have, the girl's voice softened. Even so, before she could finish her words, the boy, speaking in a somewhat aggressive tone, interrupted her, "He never cares about me, and I don't care what he thinks."

After all, his birthday is the death anniversary of the person sleeping in front of him.

As the "murderer" who killed his wife, that person probably hopes that I am not around to get in his way.

Thinking of this, the boy's eyes unconsciously looked at the somewhat blurry photo on the tombstone.

Then, he became silent again in indignation.

Although it was not his original intention, his mother did die after giving birth to him. It seems understandable that the man left him to be taken care of by a nanny and traveled outside all year round.

Understanding does not mean acceptance. The accumulation of disappointments over the years is not as light as words seem.

"It's okay, I'll support you."

"Support what?"

"Of course I support your dream!" The girl reached out and turned the boy's head to face her. "We'll both become big stars in the future."

The boy was not used to looking into someone's eyes at such a close distance. He turned his head to avoid the girl's gaze and looked elsewhere.

The large bunch of gorgeous daisies in front of the tombstone was just like the one he had seen four days ago. They were as beautiful and full of life as ever, and it was obvious that they had been carefully selected.

"Where do you get so much money to buy flowers?"

"Why bother with that? I can't let you come to see your aunt empty-handed."

The girl became furious when she thought about how she not only had to get up early every day to go to the flower shop to buy flowers for the boy, but also had to beg her sister and best friend to borrow money.

Forget it, just consider it as a reward for this guy always helping me fight when I was a kid.

When the boy saw his friend's puffed-up face, he suddenly felt much more relaxed. Perhaps only the girl's carefree personality could break through the self-protection line of defense.

"Ah, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, let's go. I have some chocolates in my schoolbag that my brother-in-law brought back from abroad."

"I want to eat!"

"No."

"ah!"

(End of this chapter)