Wang Xingrui was the last one to be photographed. She took off her makeup, but she still didn't look vulnerable in the end.

But the editor-in-chief said, "That's it. Although you don't seem vulnerable, I do see a sense of confusion in you. Maybe you're confused about why I'm depressed? I think that's great. It's a different interpretation in itself."

However, Wang Xingrui waited for a whole day but did not receive any response from the female writer.

The other party does have a Weibo account, but the last Weibo post was half a year ago.

"Maybe they think I didn't take good photos." Wang Xingrui was a little disappointed.

"No," Lin Xuan'er could only comfort her vaguely, "Maybe she's not online? You know, writers are always different from the rest of us. Maybe she's in seclusion writing something!"

Zhou Yiyang naturally didn’t care about the “fragile” Wang Xingrui.

The discussion generated by the cover of "GQ" this time far exceeded his expectations, and he couldn't be more happy!

The interview also promoted his new album, so he made a fortune.

The next day, Wang Xingrui and Lin Xuaner visited the crews of Tang Yue and Su Yin respectively.

There is still a week left before the finals are broadcast, and the filming of the four directors has come to an end.

This is also the time when actors are most tired and most likely to break down.

As soon as the two arrived at the gate of the community, the property management staff came running over excitedly.

"Hello?" Lin Xuan'er waved her hand, thinking that maybe Brother Yang forgot to pay the property management fee.

"Miss Wang, this is your letter."

"A letter? Mine?" Wang Xingrui was too surprised, mainly because letters had been away from her life for a long time.

Her name was indeed written on the envelope, and it had a faint aroma of green bamboo shoots.

When I opened the envelope, the smell of ink hit me.

This immediately brought Wang Xingrui back to her school days, when there were no computers in her small mountain village. She once wrote to Xie Guozhong, the editor of a children's magazine, and vowed to become his pen pal. Unfortunately, she never received a reply.

[It is like seeing you in person.

I hope my letter will not bother or confuse you.]

I'm a bit behind the times, and I'm not very good at using Weibo. Also, some things are better expressed in letters. So please forgive my intrusion.

This was written to her by the female writer.

Every word in the letter expressed her opinion and appreciation of Wang Xingrui.

"Did I cry?" Wang Xingrui covered her face in panic. "I don't know why, but I seemed to see a gentle elder in her words. She also said that she grew up in the countryside like me and that she had heard our songs!"

"Look," Lin Xuan'er gently wiped the tears from Wang Xingrui's eyes, "I told you you took great photos."

"Then, should I write back?" Wang Xingrui scratched her head in annoyance. "I feel like I haven't written with a fountain pen since I left school."

Looking at the female writer's beautiful handwriting, Wang Xingrui blushed.

However, neither Wang Xingrui nor the female writer knew that they had actually been in contact a long time ago.

The female writer was once the editor of the magazine to which Wang Xingrui submitted her articles.

It's just that this reply letter came ten years later.

"Have you noticed?" Lin Xuan'er and Wang Xingrui said, sitting in the car, both feeling complicated. "Except for Zheng Hong, the other three seniors are very nice. They don't seem to mind their aging, and of course, I don't think they are old either."

"Yes," Wang Xingrui nodded vigorously, folding the letter and putting it in her bag. "They seem really happy to see newcomers like us step up. I was really touched. At first, I thought the older generation would suppress and be nervous about the younger generation, but I didn't expect them to accept and acknowledge us."

"Yes," Lin Xuan'er looked up at the car window. "In fact, the waves ahead and behind eventually converge and flow into the distance with the ocean. I hope that when we grow old, we can also calmly welcome the waves behind us like they did."

That night, Zhou Yiyang learned about the female writer from Wang Xingrui and Lin Xuaner, as well as their insights that were like reading notes of a famous book.

For some reason, Zhou Yiyang suddenly remembered a song he had heard in his previous life.

There was a line in the song that he felt was particularly suitable as a footnote to the whole thing.

So Zhou Yiyang rummaged through the boxes and found a pen, then carefully wrote down the lyrics stroke by stroke.

[A generation will eventually grow old, but there will always be someone young].

Although it sounds a bit pretentious, Zhou Yiyang feels that this line of lyrics is right about one thing: he is still young, and it would be a pity if he doesn't leave something behind in this world.