After all, Ying Qianxi is very hot now. According to the normal logic, he should seize the momentum of such fire and shoot again as soon as possible.

But Ying Qianxi is different from what you think. He even held a press conference to quit the performing arts circle.

No one knows what he thinks, even his agent.

But Ying Qianxi has his own ideas in his heart.

He also held a press conference after everything was arranged.

And it's time for him to go home.

Huang qingdie stands under the square big screen, is also muddled, she also does not understand why should Qianxi withdraw from the performing arts circle.

She remembered that Ying Qianxi liked acting very much.

At that time, when filming, some actors treated him so much that he endured it silently.

Why did you stop filming all of a sudden?

Huang qingdie's brain didn't know how to work for a moment, some blank and some confused.

There was a dull pain in her heart, which was very painful.

Because she doesn't know how she can meet Ying Qianxi, how she can see him, and how she can know how he is doing recently if he doesn't appear on TV in the future.

Huang qingdie looks at Ying Qianxi's handsome eyebrows on the big screen, with a strong obsession.

When Ying Qianxi is ready to leave after finishing her speech, Huang qingdie can't help tears from the corner of her eyes when she turns around on the live TV.

She really didn't want to see his back, even on TV, she didn't want to see it.

She really wants to be Qianxi.

She felt that she had not seen him for a long time.

What you see on TV doesn't count.

Until the end of the live broadcast of the press conference, Huang qingdie was still standing in a daze under the big screen, with tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

After a long time, she felt her tears dry.

Huang qingdie felt as if her strength had been hollowed out.

She has no mind at all. At this time, she doesn't want to do anything, and she doesn't want to eat.

She walked to the chair of Lin * * in the square in a trance and sat down slowly. Then she was in a daze and burst into tears.

A person with a mobile phone, want to call, but did not broadcast out. In the early autumn of

, the leaves on the side of the Wutong tree were also gently falling down, with a feeling of desolation, just like the mood of Huang Dihu butterfly.

Once the wind blows, there is a cool feeling.

I don't know when, there was a man sitting on the bench where Huang qingdie was sitting.

Huang qingdie faintly feels that there are people sitting next to her, but now she is not in the mood to see it, not in the mood to explore other things.

She's still in her own mood.

After a while, she heard a familiar voice, "what's the matter, unhappy?"

After hearing this familiar voice, Huang qingdie's whole body suddenly trembles. Such a familiar voice seems to be engraved in her heart. Isn't she really an auditory hallucination?

The butterfly looks up very slowly and looks at the people nearby.

Ying Qianxi!

Huang qingdie blinked his eyes, then rubbed his eyes with his hands, looking at the person in front of him in disbelief.

She didn't really hallucinate.

Ying Qianxi looks at the tears in the corner of Huang qingdie's eyes. He is smiling and suddenly loses his emotion.

His eyes with pity and heartache, "silly girl, no mistake, it's me, good, how to cry?"

Hearing Ying Qianxi's pitiful voice, Huang qingdie wants to cry even more.

She pursed her lips and said, "I saw the press conference."