Xu Yanyu lowered her eyes, gently raised her hand, and tried to catch the shimmering spots of light.
It's like trying to hold onto the past.
She picked up the microphone and continued singing.
Will she get better, or worse?
"It's another day for me."
...
Director Zhou, sitting in the control room, suddenly sighed.
His eyes were glazed over as he stared at the big screen.
As the song played, his thoughts drifted far, far away, back to his youthful past.
He suddenly spoke:
"I had a first love, which lasted from our school days until the second year after graduation."
I thought we would walk down the aisle from campus to wedding.
But they still broke up later.
The assistant director pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Director Zhou. "Why did you break up? Did you cheat on me?"
"What nonsense are you spouting? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
Director Zhou slapped his arm before continuing, "We both loved each other too much and underestimated reality. When I first started working, I neglected her too much."
At that time, I was full of lofty ideals, wanting to plan and write scripts, and only wanted to make a name for myself.
Sometimes my ideas are unrealistic, and sometimes I don't even earn enough money.
She is a flower, and flowers need watering, love, praise, and emotional support.
She was earning money, saying she wanted to save it to buy me a car. But I was busy with work and didn't see her efforts.
I just think there's no need to rush. Once I'm successful, I'll have a car and a house, and everything will fall into place.
But I still disappointed her.
So one evening I came home, she had made dinner, we ate, and then she left with her suitcase.
After hearing what Director Zhou had said, the assistant director offered him another drink: "It is a pity, but your wife did a good job throwing away that love letter."
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