After watching song Ran's performance, Wen Huihui faded away with the crowd.

Song ran, like that, was beyond her reach. She was so jealous that she became crazy. That was the protagonist. There was no doubt about it. The men and women in the theater were all because of her.

Every time we applaud, it's because of her.

At the end of the play, those who hold flowers on stage are also for her.

Wen Huihui was pushed forward by the crowd, imagining how good it would be if it were her, if she stood on that stage and accepted so many people's love.

She just lacks a chance. Her strength is no worse than song ran.

When she left, she could only serve her patron more carefully and humbly, hoping that others would favor her and reward her as a heroine.

Like living in the sewer, her world, dark.

At the beginning of June, song ran finished his performance, ignored Yao Xifeng as usual, and went straight out of the literary troupe.

The army couldn't see it any more. He patted Yao Xifeng on the shoulder: "brother, don't waste money. Song ran doesn't accept your flowers. You still buy them every time. Isn't it a waste of money?"

Yao Xifeng once again spit on himself. Last time, he said that song ran was worthy of this.

However, when he turned his face, he was very dishonourable to come up. He just couldn't let song ran go. He was not willing to give up so easily.

He laughed with a disgusting smile: "it's OK. I still have the money to buy a bunch of flowers. I'll take care of my grandmother who sells flowers at the back door of the cultural industry group."

The army shook his head: "brother, ask for more happiness."

Yao Xifeng casually gave the bouquet to the passing actors, turned to the army and said, "can you make an appointment with director Li for me? I have something to discuss with her. "

The army scratched his head: "what's the matter?"

"About work."

The army nodded: "OK, tomorrow. I'll talk to Director Li later."

After all, Yao Xifeng spends a lot of money to buy tickets every time. He has to give this face.

"OK, thank you, brother Jun."

Song ran hurriedly went to the military region hospital. Her brother was going to be discharged from hospital tomorrow. Of course, she would like to accompany him tonight.

When he went to the hospital, Gu Jingxing sat on the bed and read a book. Song ran walked over with his hands on his back: "reading?"

Gu Jingxing glanced at her, song ran shrunk his neck and ran away from the last time. She felt guilty.

Gu Jingxing buckled the book to the quilt and said in a deep voice, "coming?"

Song ran touched his neck: "well, after the performance, I came here. Today is still a day of warm response. Several people offered flowers to me."

Finish saying, the hand takes out from behind, the hand took several all over the sky star, the flickering light shines on the all sky star, Gu Jingxing can't help but be a daze.

Well, seeing song ran, I always stay everyday. Maybe it's because she's more beautiful and she's wearing makeup. Gu Jingxing always thinks that she can't see enough of her face.

Song ran shook several stars in front of his eyes: "good looking?"

Gu Jingxing's smile is just like the evening breeze in early summer, which makes people feel excited: "good looking, do you want to borrow flowers to offer Buddha? Give it to me? "

Song ran nodded: "well, to you, to our lovely and respectable soldier brother."

Gu Jingxing reaches out his hand, and song ran hands the flower to him. However, Gu Jingxing does not reach for the flower, but clasps her wrist

Song Ran is like a big enemy and wants to escape It's too late.