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After that, I didn't like people mentioning Gao Kan's name in front of me anymore. As an honest merchant, he didn't want to be consumed by others who didn't care. After teaching a few random magazines and websites a lesson, Gao Kan's name disappeared from the entertainment circle.

The next winter after they broke up, they made contact once again. It was after the rehearsal of the drama "Red and White Roses".

At that time, I was focusing on running the studio, taking an MBA business course, and almost becoming a part-time filmmaker and singer. I wanted to give more filming opportunities to new artists who signed up, and learn more about my own business. After all, being an actor wasn't a long-term option.

After the performance that day, Gao Ziyu, who hadn't seen me for a long time, suddenly went to the dressing room backstage to send me a bunch of flowers.

In the play, I was still dressed in the black qipao that was the last scene when I saw the play. I received the orange blossom from Gao Ziyu and held it in my arms, smiling as I thanked him and asked how he was.

"Make up." Gao Ziyu laughed and said, then pointed to the red qipao on my face and said: My acting is truly good, I even cried watching it from the audience.

"Really?" I like to be praised for my good acting, especially by old friends.

"Really, to my surprise, I thought you were just a vase," Gao Ziyu said with a ridiculing tone.

"What vase?" Guo Yunyan, who was in pursuit of me, pushed the door and entered.

"I want to put this bunch of flowers in a vase. Help me buy a suitable one." I shoved the bouquet into Liu Shang's arms. "You have the best taste for handling flowers and plants, I believe in you."

Guo Yunyan pushed Gao Ziyu to the side, "An orange flower? And it's red, rare, and very fragrant, it suits you very well! "

I smiled ambiguously and said, "Quickly go and find the vase. The flower is about to wither. I want to talk to you about something."

Guo Yunyan stood there without moving, and asked me, "Do you know what the language of the red orange flower is?"

"Go ahead."

"Legend has it that those who have seen the red orange flower will still be fond of the love that never changed in their next life, because the red orange stalk was dyed with the blood of a lover. That kind of love's power absolutely surpasses life and death!"

"Okay, okay, great botanist, would you mind buying a vase for me, OK?" I pushed Guo Yunyan out the door.

"Hey, do you need to buy a vase? "I have a lot of silverware in my house, and those bottles from the Louis XVIII era that I brought back from France, they are so beautiful, I sue you. You found me right, I'll go home and get them for you right now!"

Guo Yunyan didn't care about the grey haired, elderly man in the room at all. Instead, she started bragging to me before excitedly walking away with the flowers.

Gao Ziyu also pretended not to see Liu Shang, and didn't even ask who he was. He just smiled at me and asked, "When you're free, are you going to have a meal?"

I thought for a moment and said, "It's good to have a meal. I'll have to bring an artist to meet the director later. We'll have to drink alcohol later."

Gao Ziyu nodded: "Remove your makeup, I will wait outside."

"Alright." "Yes," I said, calling my assistant, Wan, to undress me.

"Sis, it's time to post tonight's Weibo post. I made these emoji packets myself. Do you like them?" Gently, Wan handed me her iPad.

Although I was getting busier and busier than I should have been, with my expression serious and aloof, unsmiling face and distance from others, I still had to keep up with the trend of young people, such as the popular online expression bags for the past two years.

The power of fans couldn't be underestimated. They were expected to carry you up to the peak of the Star Path. They were expected to consciously maintain an emotional bond that was neither close nor distant from each other. This was the professional ethics of an artiste.

Of course, these were all handled by my assistants. I wasn't very interested in that sort of thing, and little girls knew more about what they were supposed to think at that age.

Wan Wan is very pleasing, often find some funny pictures for me to see, and sometimes also make me smile, relaxed mood.

But that day, ever since Gao Ziyu appeared, my mood suddenly dropped. I casually threw the iPad to the side and urged her to move faster. I still had things to do in a while.

I had to wait for her to come back, so I didn't want to be bored. I casually picked up another script from the star version of Red and White Roses. It looked like there would be a public service show the day after tomorrow, and that was something another director had asked me to do. It was a little urgent, and I had to recite some of the lines.

In my mind, from time to time, there would be vague images, mixed with some familiar voices, rushing over from the distance, running to my messy heart, fighting to mention a somewhat unfamiliar name to me. Feeling flustered, I casually grabbed a piece of paper and loudly read the lines on it.

Jiao Rui nodded, and replied him with a pause of only two words, "I only learned it from you. How is it? Love, seriously …" After all, love is good. Even though you have suffered, you still have to love in the future, so … "

"You're happy," he whispered as he rolled his hand around the square lapel of her son's suit.

Jiao Rui laughed, "I'm just rushing forward, I'll do whatever it is I run into."

"All you meet is a man."

Jiao Rui was not angry. She turned her head to the side to think for a moment and said, "Yes, you are young and are good-looking. No matter what you do in society, you will always meet a man. But in the end, there was always something else besides men … There's always something else... "

There was always something else, always something else, always something else.

After saying those five words, I couldn't help but lock my eyes and repeat them many times.

My mood gradually became cheerful and bright. After expelling those thoughts that shouldn't be there, without waiting for Wan Wan to return, I quickly took off my makeup, put on some light makeup, put on my coat, collapsed my bag, and headed out the door.

Gao Ziyu was smoking a light smelling cigarette as he patiently paced back and forth, waiting for me to come out. When he saw me coming out, he said, "You're really hardworking, your makeup removal is still being memorized."

"Ai, I'm so bored that I don't have anything else to do. I'm just reciting a scripture right?" I replied him with a teasing tone, then chatted about some irrelevant stuff as I left the school auditorium. Together with Gao Ziyu, I got on the car and went to the restaurant's private room that he had booked.

Gao Ziyu had already ordered his meal, the moment the two of us entered the room, the servants immediately swarmed in and served them. After placing the plates and plates properly in practice, they silently left, and then he politely asked me, "Are you still used to ordering dishes according to your taste?"

"Of course, the taste belongs to the body's instinct. Even if one has gone through wartime wandering, as long as they change the ground under their feet or the food in their mouth, it doesn't necessarily change. Furthermore, I just broke up with Gao Kan. Other than on a business trip, I haven't even left the imperial city. "

I understand what Gao Ziyu means, he has something he wants to say to me, and it's even related to Gao Kan. I understand what Gao Ziyu means, but he seems to have something he wants to say, and it's probably about Gao Kan.

After Gao Ziyu heard me mention Gao Kan in such a frank manner, his troubled expression immediately relaxed. After laughing for a while, he said, "Are you still willing to listen to matters related to the Director Gao?"

He was almost fifty years old, and he seemed more amiable and amiable. He had a kind smile on his face, making it hard for people to refuse his goodwill.

I dryly laughed and said, "Let's talk after I finish eating. Sometimes, mood will affect appetite and appetite."