Urban drama: Me! I collide with Bei Weiwei at the very beginning.

"Hey hey hey!" the photographer shouted to his colleague. "Hurry up and bring the roast session! It's going to be amazing, let's record this part."

Lin Miaomiao looked at him.

"Is there something wrong with you?"

"What? You're scared now?" the photographer asked.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Lin Miaomiao really liked to argue with people. "I'll record it then."

Followed.

He was facing the camera lens.

"Three, two, one!" the photographer shouted. "Are you happy?"

"Well, let me tell you about me now." Lin Miaomiao started, "I'm about to graduate from university, and I finally found an internship at a TV station. I thought I was going to embark on a bright future with my dreams, but instead I'm just wasting my time on this small road. Every day I ask stupid questions, get glared at by people, and do all the dirty and tiring work that my senior colleagues don't want to do. I heard I have to work here for more than two years before I can officially start working."

I glanced at it.

"Three cameras? Are they taking me that seriously?" Lin Miaomiao laughed, completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

177: How could they possibly stand it?

"Where did I say it?"

Lin Miaomiao continued.

"Yes, that's what I was thinking. Why bother looking for a job? I might as well just get a childcare certificate and become a stay-at-home mom for the rest of my life. It's a shortcut to my life."

"Cut!" the photographer called out. "That's enough, otherwise we won't have enough tape. Sigh, I thought I was already in a bad situation, but I didn't expect you to be even worse off than me."

"Am I miserable? I think I'm alright, it can't be that bad." Lin Miaomiao recalled, "My mom is so youthful, she still has a girlish heart compared to other moms. My dad, although he sometimes seems unreliable, he is always full of creativity. And my brother, although he is usually quite noisy, it is quite interesting to have such a little guy around. I am very happy."

however.

These words.

Instead of recording, they went to the side and started discussing it.

...

imperial capital.

Inside a Western restaurant.

Deng Xiaoqi and her mother, Deng Xinhua, were sitting there eating.

Deng Xinhua was skewering beef.

"Alright, alright, I've put up with you for ages. You've been sulking the whole time we're out for a meal. It's really affecting other people's appetites."

“I don’t eat at night, I’m trying to lose weight, you know that,” Deng Xiaoqi said.

"Isn't this all the salad I ordered for you? It's all for weight loss," Deng Xinhua said.

Seeing her like that.

Deng Xinhua also put down his knife and fork.

"We've hit a wall, haven't we? That's just how plays are; if there's no big reaction, there's no reaction. It's time to give up. It's okay, come back to Beijing with Mom, Mom will find you something there..."

"Rich second generation, right?" Deng Xiaoqi chimed in, "It's always the same old story: it's better to marry well than to work hard. You could rely on your looks, but you insist on relying on your talent. It's always the same old story."

"Wrong! Vulgar!" Deng Xinhua said, going against the grain.

"Anyway, I still need to work hard in the theater world; I must continue to hone my acting skills," Deng Xiaoqi said.

“You’re so stubborn. It’s also my fault, since I have no connections in Beijing,” Deng Xinhua said. “I originally thought that manager, Ai Qing, would be my friend, but after inviting her out to dinner several times, she refused to come.”

“You start talking about that as soon as you go up to them, how can they stand it?” Deng Xiaoqi said.

"Did I talk about that? She hired such a handsome male assistant, and now she won't let anyone talk about it?" Deng Xinhua thought of Zhen Shaoxiang. "What's the difference between this and the saying 'the magistrate is allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps'?"

Requesting flowers?

"Okay, okay, you're right." Deng Xiaoqi didn't want to argue with her.

"Alright, don't be so downcast. Eat something. I have some good news for you," Deng Xinhua said.

"what?"

Deng Xiaoqi finally seems to have some energy again.

"What good news?"

...

...

Deng Xinhua took out his phone.

"In Shanghai, the drama theater is going to stage a big play, and they've even hired a very, very famous director."

"What director?" Deng Xiaoqi asked.

Deng Xinhua scrolled through his phone and found the name.

"Shen Qiaohua".

"Shen Qiaohua?!" Deng Xiaoqi was a little surprised. "What movie is she filming?"

“Floating Earth Virtue”.

"The Shanghai Dramatic Arts Centre is asking Shen Qiaohua to direct Faust?" Deng Xiaoqi was starting to look surprised. "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

“Oh, right, Faust, not Faust,” Deng Xinhua said, then held up his phone screen for her. “See for yourself.”

The sign reads "Faust: A Play That Is Being Cast."

"The decision is yours now. Do you want to act, or do you want to stay in the capital?" Deng Xinhua said.

178: Singing about treasures in childhood

Under the willow tree.

Zhen Shaoxiang and his childhood self sat on a stone bench.

Enjoying the tranquility and peace there.

"I never expected you to be so bad at chess. You were defeated before you even made ten moves, hahaha," Tong Nian laughed.

"Actually, they're not that bad at chess. Those old men are all professionals; they've been playing for decades," Zhen Shaoxiang said.

"Really?" Tong Nian looked at him, still with a forced smile, as if she didn't believe him.

“Yeah, why don’t you play a game with me?” Zhen “563” Shao Xiang said, “The loser gets a spanking.”

"No way, hmph, you just want to spank me, don't you?" she said cutely.

"You guessed it," Zhen Shaoxiang said.

"Hmm, I won't let you hit me," Tong Nian said.

“Who cares to hit me?” Zhen Shaoxiang said.

"Huh?" Tong Nian was unwilling. "Go ahead and hit me, hurry up and hit me."

She stuck her buttocks out.

Snapped!

Zhen Shaoxiang took the photo directly.

"A girl like you, don't you feel shy?"

"I'm very shy, okay? It's your fault for disliking me."

"laugh!"

I'm absolutely charmed by her cuteness.

...

A guitar solo, accompanied by singing, drifted over.

"No matter how much practice I do, I can't truly be myself..."

Zhen Shaoxiang and Tong Nian both looked over.

On that bridge.

A child was sitting there practicing the guitar.

"You played quite well," Zhen Shaoxiang said.

"I can too. I learned guitar and piano when I was little," said Tong Nian.

"Then why don't you play it for me?" Zhen Shaoxiang said.

next second.

I don't know how I managed to borrow that child's guitar in my childhood, but I started playing and singing in front of him.

It is accompanied by chord progressions.

Her soft, gentle singing voice followed.

"I always tell you my wishes lightly