Chapter 8
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I spent a day adjusting my state and continued to immerse myself in the crew's work.
Salinla was replaced and disappeared quietly.
Before leaving, she posted a long article on Twitter.
The general idea is to apologize for using Henny's identity to hype herself, and the two have no relationship.
At the same time, she apologized to Henny's wife.
I don't care whether this is her true intention or the result of Henny's intention.
In short, as long as I avoid a certain person, life will return to peace.
"Susan's Thoughts" was completed and released soon.
It was well-received by the audience and won many awards.
I also received the New Scriptwriter Award. At the awards ceremony.
The host asked with a smile, "The theme of unrequited love has been low recently, how did Elsa think of this theme?"
Under the spotlight, my eyes were a bit dizzy.
But I still answered calmly, "Perhaps in our ordinary youth, unrequited love is the most solemn touch of color in the vast wilderness."
"Perhaps only when we are young can we persist in this meaningless, but also impossible to let go of existence."
"I want to pay tribute to my courage at the beginning!" The audience applauded loudly.
In the vast crowd, I happened to make eye contact with a pair of dark eyes.
Those eyes were smiling, shiny, but as if with tears.
After receiving the award, I did not choose to continue creating but prepared to settle down and study abroad.
I arranged everything in an orderly manner.
Before leaving, I visited Diana for the last time.
Diana was half-closing her eyes in a rocking chair, "Have you decided?"
I nodded, "Everything is ready."
She showed a sunflower-like smile, "Oh, that silly boy is regretting it now!"
While talking, I missed seeing a black corner through the door*.
I said, "People will get used to it."
Although Henny did not appear in my life.
But I know, it's just that I can't see it.
Every successful cooperation, comfortable travel, just right benefits.
I naturally know that it's not my good luck.
Henny seems to be clumsily replicating the meticulous care I gave in three years.
And I have really experienced what it feels like to be irrelevant.
I went out.
The man in black was caught off guard and froze.
"... Sorry."
I called his name, "Henny."
His eyes flickered, "I'm here."
I said, "You don't have to do this, I don't need any compensation."
Henny shook his head, looking serious, "It's not compensation, I just want to give myself a chance."
"As long as it can make you change your mind, I will do it."
I said, "I'm going abroad, and your life shouldn't revolve around me."
After leaving the last sentence, I turned and left.
The late sun can't save the withered sunflower.
On the plane to study abroad that day, a large bunch of rosy orange light was dazzling.
In a trance, I seemed to see the 17-year-old boy.
Waving to me and saying goodbye.
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