"The teacher said I was old and not creative enough. I also think so. You should go to select works or something," the old woman smiled gently and looked indifferent. "Remember to get a prize back!"

The young girl smiled and didn't notice the loneliness in the eyes of the woman opposite.

"Ah Yi, when we become famous, we'll hold a painting exhibition together, okay?" Xiao Yao said with a look of longing, "let's make money together, and then go around the world!"

"OK..." ah Yi turned his back to Xiao Yao with a smile in his voice, but the corners of his mouth drooped down and his eyes were dead.

On the day Xiao Yao went to the competition, ah Yi was found by her drunken husband and brought back to her remote hometown.

When Xiao Yao knew about it, ah Yi had hurt his hand and could no longer pick up the brush.

"Ah Yi said she didn't want to participate in the competition, so the quota was given to you," Xiao Yao recalled the teacher's helpless words. "There is a sense of vicissitudes in ah Yi's painting, which you can't experience at your age."

When Xiao Yao found ah Yi, she was washing clothes with her injured hand. Her once white jade fingers are now rough and swollen. She will tremble when shaking hands.

"Let me take you." the girl has faded her childishness, and everything she has experienced makes her more mature. "Let's go to see a doctor, cure your hand, and we'll draw together..."

"Yao Yao, you go and fulfill our dreams," the woman almost begged Xiao Yao. "I've been abandoned... Don't worry about me."

Xiao Yao insisted on taking her to escape from the smoky home again.

"The hand injury is too serious to do physical work, let alone fine work such as painting," the doctor looked at the film and shook his head coldly, "give up."

Ah Yi was sentenced to death by life.

Xiao Yao gave her husband a sum of money and successfully divorced them. She took ah Yi home and lived happily with her as before.

However, it is different after all.

Painting used to be everything for ah Yi, but now she can't even pick up her brush.

The picture stops at the scene where Xiao Yao walks into the room with a smile. The girl whispers softly:

"Ah Yi, I'm back."

Just like years ago.

The film has successfully earned a lot of tears, and the box office is also very gratifying. Young people have entered the cinema in order to see Wen Xiao. Older people have spared no effort to contribute to the box office in order to see the fruit. In less than a week, the box office of shuangshenghua has exceeded 200 million, and it is still growing rapidly.

Wen Xiao's new film "war situation" has also begun to be filmed. Qi Zhan is with her. They are also like honeymoons in the crew. Although Wen Xiao is very tired every day, he is full of energy.

Unconsciously, it was the deadline for winning the award - the 90th Academy Awards.

Wen Xiao sat under the stage, unable to tell whether he was nervous or looking forward.

She looked at the screen in a daze and watched different people walk onto the stage to receive the award. Her expression even looked silly.

Until the host read her name.

"The winner of the ninetieth Oscar for best actress Xiao Wen," the love in war“

With thunderous applause, Wen Xiao stood up and walked to the stage almost stiff.

Wen Xiao almost numbly finished his thank-you speech and showed prudence on the stage for the first time.

She subconsciously looked into a room and saw the glittering lights in the man's hands.

It's the kind, similar to the light board held below at the fan meeting, which reads "Wen Xiao, I love you"“

Her heart calmed down.