Starlight
After the white hyena became the top, everyone in the circle said I was lucky to find him.
That’s what I thought.
He forgot my days with him in the basement and his vows.
Started off answering the phone, flirting with actresses, even threatening to trade for an agent.
Nobody knew I could actually see the stars above my head.
It’s over.
Artists don’t do what they say.
“Joe, there’s another problem with the White Teacher! I’m sorry.
I was driving to the hospital when I got a call from my assistant.
I had a bad stomach ache, and I wanted to go to the hospital today, and it didn’t look like it was going to work again. Take your time. I’m sorry.
The Assistant Park said that, because of the coordination of the theatre, the scene had been closed for two hours.
It’s useless to turn the director’s production. The whole group is waiting.
“I’m coming over now. I’m sorry.
Then the stomach pain turned the wheel.
In the beginning of this month, the most popular actor in the entertainment industry was elected, 26 years old.
His temper is getting worse.
When I got to the theater, the garden was like a saviour, and she took me to the white van. I just arrived, and the door was running out, and a beautiful woman came down.
It’s Trung, the woman who runs this show. Josie, you’re so unprofessional, you can’t blame yourself for not seeing your agent for two hours. I’m sorry.
I can’t help frowning. I’ll go to the RV when she’s gone.
Only white words leaned on chairs, and gold glasses were cold and expensive.
“Where have you been? I’m sorry.
I didn’t have time to say it, and he was like, “You’re so unprofessional, you know? I’m sorry.
Xiaowon wanted to explain for me, and I stood by and said, “Why don’t you go ahead and do the scene first? The whole crew is waiting for you. It’s not working. I’m sorry.
“They gave me two hours to wait, at least two hours.” I’m sorry.
I’m:
I went to the director and asked the garden to buy some anti-inflammation medicine, to take the RV in front of everyone, and then to explain that the Blanche is not well.
When it’s all taken care of, I’m hiding in the bathroom under my stomach.
There’s just people on the table who’re making up and they’re talking about entertainment, and it’s not me.
“I heard that Mr. White’s agent only brought one artist. I’m sorry.
“Ah. Isn’t that inexperienced? I’m sorry.
“It’s bad luck to bring out the first artist. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I didn’t hear those words the first time.
I’ve been walking in circles for years, and I’ve been told I’m hot, and I’m lucky to be on the street.
I was lucky enough to leave the basement for three years with my wife, and I was wiped clean by the many times I drank and threw up at the wine table to play him.
No outsiders know I understand anything.
But I didn’t think that was what I thought.
On the way home, I’ll read the announcement tomorrow.
“I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. Find a reason for the group.” I’m sorry.
I frown, “I’m going to kill you, it’s not good…”
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Josie, do you forget who you have today because of?
It’s like a pot of ice coming out of the sky and pouring me out.
It was the end of summer, but I felt the cold of the stingy bones.
His phone rang. I saw the note was in-in.
He returned a few messages and his face was abated.
I’ll give him a message.
I choked. My note became his full name.
When I remember four years ago, I came to my face with my mobile phone, “Look, Hee-hee.” I’m sorry.
His note to me was “The Best Fairy Hee of the World”, when he had just made his first play, and had a little bit of water on the Internet.
I’m afraid I’ll be seen.
“No, Hee-hee will never be the one to hide!” I’m sorry.
The one who said I never had to hide, changed my note now.
Like everyone else, understatement denies my payment.
I’m afraid I’ve seen my eyes, and I’ve lost my cell phone, and I’m saying, “I’m afraid to be seen, it’s changed.” I’m sorry.
I softly audible.
As soon as we arrived at the studio hotel, the words of the white man opened: “Yes, the company came to me a few days ago and said that it was ready to send Xu to take me. I’m sorry.
Xu is the oldest broker in our company, and he’s got a big one.
I didn’t say anything, but I didn’t agree. I’m sorry.
I only laughed: “It’s okay, wait until you finish the play.” I’m sorry.
I can’t hide like I used to.
If he didn’t want to change his agent, he wouldn’t have said anything about it.
What do you mean now?
Grace? Knock?
I gave Brother Xu a tip, but I didn’t think he’d say, “Oh?” Didn’t you propose to change your manager? The boss just talked to me the other day. I’m sorry.
I laughed.
It’s not. It’s a test.
He thought that I would make any concessions for his future, as before.
The next day, he went to the scene.
This afternoon’s play was in the swimming pool, and as soon as it arrived, I went to the staff member to determine the time of the opening, and I didn’t expect to come back and saw the white-haired shout for help in the pool.
My brain was blank, almost without thinking about it.
White words don’t even swim.
And I took my white clothes and went to the pool: “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.” I’m sorry.
Then there was a chorus of cheers, and the crew came out.
The white language is also standing in the water laughing like no one else.
He said, “What I said is, there is no lifeguard. If I had an accident, my broker would have run faster than a lifeguard. I’m sorry.
I looked at Chuin on the shore, and I couldn’t help but say, “Teacher Joe is so good at saying things, but you don’t know that he’s learned to swim. I taught him. I’m sorry.
I stood in the water blindly.
The shirts are wet, the hairs are messy, they’re like clowns.
It’s like there’s a broken line.
I kept my hand in front of my chest and walked away from the table without saying a word, and I was called, “Are you not angry?” I’m sorry.
I’ve been walking to the lounge with a different look.
Then I called the boss, and I said, “Well, why don’t you change the name of your agent? I’m sorry.
The boss quickly said, “I’m glad you’re driving, but there’s a couple of nice new people in the company, and you can pick them up and see who you want to take. I’m sorry.
Through the lounge glass, I saw the white words of Zhuin, who sat by the pool and talked to him. He was wrapped in towels, which seemed to be a little restless and looked at me from time to time in the direction I left.
And in my eyes, the moment I told him to change the agent, the light on his head was a little darker.
The light of Chuin next to him is also weak.
I can actually see the starlight of an artist.
The flow of stars depends largely on the talent and opportunity of the artist himself, but sometimes a small choice can trigger a butterfly effect.
The first time I saw him sing in the street, I saw the light on his head, and I showed him a clear way: “I see you so handsome, so beautiful, I’ll watch if you go to a TV show.” I’m sorry.
He said the artist had an agent, so I became his agent.
With him from the valley to the top.
I thought that his path was one of his own, and that it was not until now that I realized that the stars would be dark and the paths would be broken.
It’s still up to me how far I can go.
I laughed, “No, I quit. I’m sorry.
There are so many potential artists in the world that only one child is allowed.
And I, all of them.
I picked up something to go out of the lounge and round stood at the door as if I had heard something: “Joe, you’re leaving.” Does Mr. White know?”
I looked at the swimming pool and shrugged my shoulder: “He could not ask for it.” I’m sorry.
After that, I walked away, parked in the first floor of the parking lot and had to get wet clothes to change.
I’m going to the elevator, and I can only pray that nobody’s here.
Just listen to the ding.
There was a man standing in the elevator, his eyebrow was cold and he looked a little greasy.
Seeing what I look like, just a little bit to the side.
I know him. He’s the actor for the show.
The man is a good actor and has never had any news, and it’s bad luck to run into a company that doesn’t have a fire.
I looked over his head and the stars were bright, and there was potential.
I looked down at the floor and suddenly heard Fuharaan’s voice: “Does Miss Joe want to change the company?” I’m sorry.
I looked at him, “What? I’m sorry.
And Fuharaan said, “I have broken my contract with the company, and I have money, and I have no choice but to be helped.” And you’re good at business and you’re hot. I want you to come. I’m sorry.
I think it’s weird, “You know I quit?” I’m sorry.
“You quit? That’s right. I’m sorry.
His tone went up, and he sounded like he was in a good mood: “I don’t know, I was just digging for a wall.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t have time to talk, the elevator stopped on the 10th floor, and before the door was opened, I could hear a lot of noise.
My wet shirt’s a little too much to be embarrassed.
I went back to the corner, and suddenly, a coat was on my shoulder.
Fu Guo An naturally stepped in front of me, while the elevator door opened and the crew members greeted him, ignoring the fact that there was another chicken in the corner.
When I got back to the car, I took off my coat, and a business card came down, and there was a contact on it.
I’m not too busy searching for Fuharaan’s name, except for his role as an actor, and there’s an insignificant correlation.
Master of the Fuzzy Group.
No wonder it pays a large sum of default money and is confident that it will work alone.
It’s a good downside and springboard.
More importantly, look good.
I’ll dial the number on the card. I’ll be right through.
I laughed, “Mr. Fu, how can I give you your coat?” I’m sorry.
Fuhara-Ann said, “If there’s no cooperation, I won’t have to return my coat. If there is, I’ll send you the address. I’ll see you at noon tomorrow. I’ll be ready for you. I’m sorry.
The card was rounded up in my fingertips and then I took the bag. I’m sorry.
When I got home, I took a shower and saw a dozen calls without a call.
“You offered to change Brother Xu to take me?” I’m sorry.
I just think it’s funny. Shouldn’t I ask him?
And he said, “Do you think it would be so easy to take someone else?” Josie, not everyone’s me, with my superior appearance and gift. I’m sorry.
And I said, “It’s just the wind, and I want to suffer.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t regret it! I’m sorry.
Says he hung up.
And I jumped on the bed and slept the most comfortable in two months.
The next day I went to Fuwonan’s address and, as he said, he was all ready, the new company called Starlight.
The company had to sign the artists after that, but the current goal was to raise Fuhara An first.
He said yesterday that not everyone had the same conditions as him, and that Fuharaan was no different from him.
He’ll burn. He’ll burn even more than he says.
I took a look at the recent project for Fuharaan and pushed them all, and gave him two months later an audition to prepare him.
Fuharaan is a little uncertain: “This is a new project for Xiao Sung’s director, whose quality is guaranteed, but the man is too gentle, not with me. I’m sorry.
I looked him in the eye, “When you don’t talk, you are gentle.” I’m sorry.
Fuharaan:
I made a little bit of a film, “Be prepared, the play will explode.” I’m sorry.
There’s a lot of people who want to play.
So I wasn’t surprised when I saw the white words at the audition.
Of course it’s impossible to test his curry like a normal actor. He comes out of the conference room with the producer and looks like he’s just finished talking.
The producer saw me say, “Joe is here to pick up the teacher, right? Just got stuck. I’m sorry.
He looked at me and laughed and seemed to want to see some remorse on my face.
My face was still the same, and I laughed, “I’ve changed my manager, and I’ve been bringing other artists, and I’ve been with them today, and we’ve been saying that we’d like to work with the director, and we’d love to see this. I’m sorry.
Fuharaan hears my words, his mouth goes up, he shakes hands with the producer.
He was talking to the producer, he looked up and down and looked at me.
“This is it? I’m sorry.
I didn’t even manage my face, so I took him with me.
Soon after, a message was sent to me in vain, saying, “I have promised to play Man One, and you and your entertainer are going away for nothing.” I’m sorry.
He’s right. With his fame, his image and his image, he’s right.
Fuharaan doesn’t understand: “Then why don’t you let me try it?” I’m sorry.
And I’m looking at the news from the producer, and I’m relieved: “I didn’t want you to be the man. I read the script. The man II is a young and handsome general. You’re right. The director gave you an extra second for the audition. That’s what I thought. Just a message from the producer, the man is yours. I’m sorry.
Fuhara’s impotent appearance is very rare within the circle, and he has only one chance to go out.
And he’s been playing the white part before.
I had a feeling he’d be crushed by Fuharaan.
I didn’t go to the scene long after the show, and the director said, “This is him!” I’m sorry.
But he didn’t say anything because he had a temper at the scene.
It was said that he had been visited by a fan of the back-up club in the morning, and that, after a circus in Fuharaan, a number of fans had become road people.
Even so, his current agent, Xu, also exaggerates the future of the former An.
This has led to a direct blow to the white language and to the fall of the chair and the strike after the fans left.
He’s an old-timer, he’ll be an artist unconditionally, and he’s not responding, and he’s keeping the studio waiting.
Fukuharaan stood next to me with his arms and looked at me: “You took him for five years and he was like this? I’m sorry.
I’m giving my finger to a group of people who sit on the stairs and rest behind the white thong.
“The one on the left is good. I’ve been watching for a while. I can sign it. I’m sorry.
Fuharaan: “You’re here as a star scout? I’m sorry.
I shrugged my shoulders: “This is a big group that doesn’t have a bad quality, and there are a lot of small players without a company. I just turned around and handed out three business cards. I’m sorry.
“I wonder if anyone has said that you’re a very safe person. I’m sorry.
I was stunned because I had spoken in vain.
He was nervous when he did the first one, he was good at it, and he always made mistakes in front of the camera.
The director was also a grumpy man. He just yelled and said he wouldn’t play.
It didn’t take until he saw me at the scene.
We didn’t have a car, we walked back to the hotel at night, and we pulled my sleeve and said,
“I’ll do every scene in the future where I can see you. I’m sorry.
It’s kind of funny to think that someone who used to get nervous in front of the camera is now the boss of the show.
He’s the first artist I’ve brought, and I’ve dragged him to the present like a child.
But when he made me jump into the pool for a joke, there was nothing left to feel.
I enjoy the creation of stars, just like everyone else.
A few of the little actors I’ve been looking at are getting in touch with me very quickly.
I set out the general direction of their styles and started sending them information for the show.
There’s a growing number of entertainers, and Fuharaan’s entertainment company barely looks like it.
I bought coffee for the whole group the day Fuhara An was killed.
I didn’t expect an accident to happen.
Fuhara-Ain and Baek Yi-Ain just ended up together and fell off the roof.
At the scene, the girls screamed, and the first to come back to God’s business buddies came round and shouted, “Call an ambulance!” I’m sorry.
I almost ran in from the crowd, lying on the floor with my legs covered in white, and when I saw my eyes up, my subconscious reached out to me.
And I went right over him next to Fuharaan’s, “What’s up?” I’m sorry.
Fuharaan put his arm on my shoulder and took a deep breath: “It’s good to have a sponge pad, it’s just a sprain. I’m sorry.
I’m relieved that I thought I fell with him.
But the rest of the light looked to the past, and only white words were surrounded by them.
He’s not moving, he’s staring at me, he’s pale.
In the hospital.
When the doctor took care of Fuharaan’s injuries, I went to get him some medicine and heard the white language in the hallway: “Get out of here! I’m sorry.
The garden came out of a ward and saw my eyes red.
I said, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
Xiaowon said that he had been in a bad mood since he was injured and had just seen me in the wheelchair cutting an apple for Fuharaan and going back to the car and even the doctors and nurses.
I looked around, “Where’s Xu?” I’m sorry.
“He doesn’t care much about the teacher, he doesn’t look like you, from work to personal affairs.” I’m sorry.
Brother Xu has a wife and a child, and there are more passionate artists under his hands than the white one, and of course he will not be the focus.
When I said something to the garden, I came back with my medicine, so I remembered, “How did you fall off the roof?” I’m sorry.
“Did you bring coffee?” He saw it up there, and he didn’t know what to do with it. I’m used to it. It’s been three years since boxing, and that’s what it is, but he’s definitely worse than me. I’m sorry.
That’s true. Fuharaan just sprained and broke his bones.
Neither of them was very transparent, and the injuries were quickly hotter.
The world is full of white fans crying out:
“How did you get hurt? Is there something inside? I’m sorry.
“This Fugena An is not jealous that we’re trying to hurt him? I’m sorry.
“The crew came out to explain! I’m sorry.
“Oh, my heart hurts so much…”
I don’t know.
Instead of saying it was an accident, the scene was used to pre-heat the show and to create a performance poster with Fuharaan.
After Fuhara’s injuries, I took him to meet a top director in the country.
For three years, he had been preparing a national film, The Clouds, to lead a male show, and once he had spoken that he would never be able to find a suitable person.
I learned from my acquaintances that the first reaction was to be very nice to Fuharaan, and this time to try and take Fuharaan with me.
From the restaurant, Fuharaan went straight to the hospital.
I said, “Where are we going? I’m sorry.
“You’ve been carrying your stomach while eating. You’ve got an old stomach disease. I’m begging you to treat it as if my boss was exploiting my staff.” I’m sorry.
We said, “Is this a work injury?”
Fuharaan:
He bit his teeth: “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
“You don’t look like you want to be red, why are you in the entertainment business?” I’m sorry.
Fuharaan said, “The least of my business involves entertainment. I have to make a name for myself in this business. Why are you a broker?” I’m sorry.
“The artist is like a hand-packed artifact to me, and seeing his starlight and being liked by more people will give me an unprecedented sense of achievement. I’m sorry.
But being attached to crafts is my only failure.
And the flaw in that artifact is even more disturbing.
I was just talking about this, and my cell phone went off.
Three months later, I was sent a message in vain: “It’s my birthday.” I’m sorry.
I pulled him straight out.
During the day, I also saw him send a photo of his vacation in Hainan and a reflection of his sunglasses.
Well, it’s a hell of a job for a broker to look at the photo multiplication.
Of course, defectives have to be removed, otherwise they will only disrupt the market.
The Crown Power is on the air and it’s red.
On the day of the premiere, he was on the top of the television show, and after a week of fermentation he was caught in a popular rush.
The Imperial Power has become a phenomenal firefight for almost two years.
As I thought, Fuharaan’s role is more pleasurable than that of his lord, and he dares to hate, and he doesn’t dare.
It’s far more interesting than the gentle princes of the white speech.
I keep watching online discussions, and since the second week, the number of people searching for Fuharaan has exceeded the number of white words and is moving up the road.
Fukuharaan’s fans went up to 20 million, and every day they saw many fans grow up:
“The people who pursue His Majesty can only see the future of Fuwonan’s beauty.” I’m sorry.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa a treasure! I only find such a treasure! I’m sorry.
“Don’t hit me with a white-haired fan. I’m telling the truth, they really won the same act as Fu Fu-Ann…”
“Will you please stay upstairs? “Anyone deserves to be compared to a white man…”
I don’t know.
I see pleasure.
The fans started fighting, which means Fuharaan is really on fire.
At the same time, the ad came along, and I kept quiet.
After high-heat discussions on television, an interview was suddenly hotter.
It’s an interview video of the director, in which the reporter asked him how he felt about the actor.
Master Shaw spoke to Fuhara Anzhan and said he was the best actor he’d ever seen.
The journalists also asked about the white language, and the director suddenly put a few seconds in silence and scratched his hair and face.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“It’s hard to judge, I wish him success.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
The two-minute interview was made by a couple of people online.
There is a lot of speculation as to what could be done to keep the White Word in his head, after all, after all, he had a good public reputation and followed a noble and pious path.
One day, however, the topic of #BlankShow was the top of the hot list.
There was a long period of online controversy over the fall of the Queen’s Power team and the attitude of its staff.
White fans and their netizens started a passionate fight:
“Yo, isn’t the white word too red for some black people to press?” What do you mean? I’m sorry.
“These blacks aren’t from the Fuharaan team? Aren’t you mean? I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God, that’s so funny. Can the Fugenan team buy the Blacks, even the Xiao-Lei? The look on his face is obvious. Wake up, punks! I’m sorry.
“Agree upstairs…”
“Pretty people, I think it’s a lie when you’re just saying it.”
I don’t know.
It’s just that I haven’t started public relations yet.
I used to keep an eye on the Internet 24 hours a day, just in case there’s a blowout.
Oh, I’m wrong. They’re on PR.
After three days of charades, they bought a copy of the book and put a hot search into the hospital the day Fuhara An was wounded.
It is not clear that he was bullied by white language, and he was beaten to hospital by Fuharaan.
I looked at Fuharaan and saw two words in each other’s eyes.
Brother Xu followed the shadows and left the country in the red carpet.
I don’t know who’s thinking about this. It’s stupid!
The public relations department asked for clarification, and I said, “No, it’s not necessary, it’s stupid to clarify this. I’m sorry.
Because these drafts are sent out in less than half an hour, they are quickly published:
“I’m the nurse on duty who was there that night. Ask me what you want. I swear, I’m telling the truth. I’m sorry.
On the bottom, one asks:
“Is it true that the white words hurt more than Fu-won? I’m sorry.
The blogger: Yes. I’m sorry.
“What did I say? It was Fuhara’s! I’m sorry.
The blogger said, “No, they both fell quite clearly. I’m sorry.
The blogger also asked, “Is it really rude to say that you’re making a big deal?” I’m sorry.
The blogger said, “I’ve heard a lot of obscenity from him by the way but Fuharaan, I closed the door for him and he said thank you very politely. I’m sorry.
The blogger’s reply was deleted shortly after it was sent, and was contacted by a white-mouthed team.
But it didn’t stop it from coming out.
A one-time online wind reviews the polar reverse.
Even without this little nurse, someone else would have come out.
After all, the emergency hospital took in the nearby car crashes that night, and the entire hall was filled with people, and the rumours of so many witnesses were a real underestimation of the fighting power of the eaters.
Soon after, there were other drama crews who played big cards.
It’s a white word to stop responding.
I think they’re going to take a break and wait for the wind.
The starlight on the top of his head is getting darker.
Actually, his path has been set since I left him.
And when I am with him, I will restrain him, and limit him, and there will be anything to do, and I will speak, and I will control him.
I’ll make it up to him in the first place.
It’ll help him to connect, give him all the best resources.
Because I’m the only one who put him first.
There’s no one else but me who’s so dedicated to him.
He’s upset first.
I can’t help it.
The video circle is a circle, where the film users ask people who know about the artist’s performance or the degree of cooperation.
This white speech left a bad impression on Shao’s director that he will only be marginalized in this circle.
After all, there’s so many new people, maybe one day there’s a good sap.
Fuharaan is the best example.
And Fukuhara’s eyes were upon me, and he came near: “Beware, I am certainly different from him.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him.
He said, “I love that you are in charge of me. I’m sorry.
I had a drink and I laughed, “It doesn’t matter to me, after all, if you don’t listen, I can change it. I’m sorry.
The phone stinged and I looked at the news and laughed:
“Looks like it can’t be changed for now. I’m sorry.
Fuhara An’s eyebrow.
“You’re lucky to have met me.” I’m sorry.
Fuharaan’s going to be in the news of the giant “Smokes.”
The topic was hot for a week.
There are all kinds of voices, exciting, questionable, pink.
There’s no denying that Fuhara’s film will change the way he used to.
And I’ve been awarded the name of a gold broker.
Fuhara’s team is in the movie, and I’m not going.
Some of the little actors I’ve been working with have been very competitive, and one of them just got the first man’s play, and I went to the group to attend the opening.
And then he said to me, “Joe, you’re the luckiest thing in my life.” I’m sorry.
And I looked, and I shook my head, and said, “You have been said before. I’m sorry.
He wondered, “What happened? I’m sorry.
“And then he got bad luck. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
“Thank you, Mr. Jung, for the evening! I’m sorry.
The first time I saw you was flattered.
Being an artist is easy for fans.
It is difficult to be liked by the staff who live with each other in the morning and evening, especially by the costumers, make-up workers and non-innovators in the theatre.
But that’s how it comes.
As a broker, I can only help him with the first step, and the rest needs to go by himself.
Let’s learn to be good, let’s be good.
The first thing I reminded him of was rhetoric, but he never listened.
When I left, I overheard the staff members eating and talking at night.
It’s just this time it’s completely different.
“It’s always the white word, Fuharaan, or our lead man.” I’m sorry.
“I really admire her, she’s got a good eye, a good business. I’m sorry.
“Joe-hee can do it even with a dog!” I’m sorry.
“It’s not gonna work when you change your name.”
I don’t know.
I’m going to the parking lot.
Back in the elevator, I used to brush hot spots, and I saw a white one in Fuharaan’s midst.
I’m not smoking
It was a picture of a man in a hoodie sitting in a car and smoking in a bad mood.
I think he’s going to have a bad time.
A few days ago, a picture of him in Hainan with Chuin was blown up, and a lot of girlfriends are gone.
The project to go to him now has nothing to compare to Fuharaan.
When I was his agent, I must have gone crazy and now I’m just eating as a melon.
The elevator’s open. I was just about to go to my house.
The person on the phone is sitting at my door with cigarettes in his fingers.
Look at me in the eye.
“Let’s talk?”
I stood at the door, and I didn’t move: “Let’s talk here. I’m sorry.
The smoke was extinguished, the hand reached out and the face was rubbed, and half of the body stood up against the wall and looked at me.
He said, “You’re disappointed in me. I fell from the top of the clouds when you left…”
In just a few months, he’s changed too much, he’s pale, he’s got no blood, he’s got a green eye, like he hasn’t slept for a long time.
And I stood by my heart, and said to the truth: “I know that you will not go any further, but I did not expect this soon. I’m sorry.
“You know why I’m getting worse and worse all these years?” I’m sorry.
I’m:
I don’t want to answer that stupid question.
And he said to himself, “Because this circle is too realistic, and I have no background or connections, and I am only you, and we are going up one step at a time. When I got the Best New Humanity Award, I thought we were out of it. However, it’s not true that I’m going to give him a new man with a background, and I’m going to put my head and my nephew on top, and I’m going to have to do it with that vanity, but it’s a habit to wear a mask for a long time. I’m sorry.
He held his hand on one side and let it loose:
“I really didn’t think I’d get away from you. I’m sorry.
I listened to him in silence.
It’s supposed to be self-indulgent, unpaved, unsophisticated.
At this moment I see a shadow of the year.
That sincere and unreserved rhetoric of the year.
But there was no such thing.
And I said, “You are not used to me because you think that I have no power to provide you with the best resources and background.” If you lie to yourself, you can lie to me. I’m sorry.
It’s like being poked in a pain, and it’s like saying “No.” I’m sorry.
I laughed: “Is that not why you asked for a change of agent?” I’m sorry.
“Hee-hee, there was a misunderstanding between us, right? I’m sorry.
He reached out to pull me, and I ran away.
He probably didn’t lie, he didn’t mention it.
But the boss doesn’t have a problem, and it’s even more likely that the idea is revealed in a conversation, or that the boss remembers me with a little displeasure.
None of this matters anymore.
From the moment he cried out to me, he waved out, he was cold and violent, and he gave me stomach pains to complete his taste.
I don’t expect anything from him.
‘Let us go our separate ways.’ I’m sorry.
I passed him, and he suddenly reached out and held me, like the last straw to save my life.
“I’m really just you. I’m sorry.
The old days were the best, and now I’m pathetic.
He’ll spend years grinding all his acting on me.
Huh.
The white light of the stars, though dark, is still shining.
And We opened his hand, yet again with his heart: “There is still much of you, fame, and resources, and in this circle they will remain in low profile. But you don’t want to stop. You want me to help you get back to the top. I’m sorry.
I watched him cold:
“You make me sick. I’m sorry.
I went straight home and shut the door.
I didn’t know when it was raining, so I took a shower and looked down through the window.
It’s been a long time downstairs in a chair when it’s raining.
It took him a long time to get up and walk out.
What was he thinking? Hatred, anger, or memories.
But it’s none of my business.
All I know is that tomorrow is a good day.
The day Fuhara-Ann killed him, I picked him up at the airport.
Miss Joe, something’s happened to Mr. White! I’m sorry.
I pulled over and said, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
She choked, saying, “The white teacher was in a bad mood, often going out with Chuin and not following me.” Every time he came home drunk, he started sneaking money from Kari behind our backs yesterday the police called me last night and said he was drugged. I’m sorry.
I’m holding the wheel. It’s complicated.
Suddenly, I looked over the phone and there was a stranger at midnight last night.
It may have been a white letter or a number that the police found first in his contacts.
In my mind, there was the back of the night I sat in the rain.
No wonder he looked so bad that day, revealing despair.
Did he know anything then?
You know you’ve fallen to hell?
The phone rang. It was Fuhara’s call.
It is clear that the news of white rhetoric and the use of drugs in Chuin has erupted and that the microblogging has collapsed.
And Fukuharaan (Ambassah) remained silent for a long time after he had reached him, saying: “Do not blame yourselves; you do not owe him anything. I’m sorry.
I said, “What?”
And Fukuharaan took my silence as a acquiescence, and went on, saying, “Don’t listen to what some people say. Even if you did not bring him in, he would have faced all kinds of temptation. I’m sorry.
“I’m not the kind of person who would blame himself. I couldn’t hear it anymore. I interrupted him. “Man is always greedy. The worst thing is a man with money and too much self-esteem without enough self-control. I’m sorry.
“It has nothing to do with me to say what is happening today. I’m sorry.
“I will never punish myself for the wrongs of others, nor will I be morally kidnapped. I’m sorry.
“How long have you been there? I’ve been on the road for half an hour. I’m sorry.
I’m:
I look like I’m half an hour away.
“Three minutes left. I’m sorry.
Fukuhara’s newest man in the country.
I drove to Yunnan on the day he received the award and saw the playback at Mom’s beach two days later.
On the screen, Fu Guan-an kept the inch, and a little bit of his mouth turned into the next cheer.
He held up the trophy and said, “I’d like to thank my manager, Josie, who is a bug in my eyes, always surprised, always surprised. She is a well-deserved gold broker. I’m sorry.
The moderator asked him what kind of person he was.
Fuhara-Ann thought, “Smoke like a jerk.”
He looked at the camera and looked at me and said, “I’m the perfect piece of work someone has created.” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t bear to laugh.
He continued: “There is one more thing to say. I’m sorry.
Fuharaan took a deep breath and kissed the trophy, the light of the sea, with its trophies.
“I’m going back. I’m sorry.
It’s a big deal down there.
Fuharaan said, “I’ve already experienced the feeling of standing here, life is short and I have to continue fighting in other fields. I’m sorry.
“The most important reason for this is that someone said she would never have feelings for crafts again, so I’m not doing it.” I’m sorry.
I can only describe it in one word.
Willful.
I took my phone and I took a picture of him to Mom’s.
It’s not finished yet, and suddenly there’s a familiar voice:
“I think I’d prefer you to take a selfie. I’m sorry.
I turned my head and only saw Fuharaan with his sunglasses, and his servants came towards me, and he was relieved: “Fuhara was in time.” I’m sorry.
“What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
“You haven’t given me an answer yet? I’m sorry.
“What answer?”
“You said it was a relationship of interest that was stronger than love. Then let’s continue to develop a relationship of interest. I’m sorry.
I wonder, “Did you confiscate my resignation?” I’m sorry.
Fuhara’s voice was clear: “I got it, so I’m asking, is your future company still open?” I took my company artist to you. I’m sorry.
I’m:
I didn’t care about him.
Fuharaan is coming up behind us.
“Think about it. When we’re strong, we’ll go up and down. I’m sorry.
We said, “Look what happens. I’m sorry.
“In what circumstances? I’m sorry.
I watched the sunset fall on the blue sea as the stars shined and smiled:
“When the stars that I see shine on their stage, the stars travel freely. I’m sorry.
Over. Record number: YXX15Q398OOTYAX843pCNxNy
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
