Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

The Gangneung stage was heavily made up, and makeup remover and makeup remover were put on in turn. After a while of tinkering, Sukarno and Wanwan sat on the light blue fabric sofa in the other corner, eating cookies and chatting in a low voice with smiles.

.Xiao Xing lay at their feet, and from time to time he would raise his head to eat a biscuit from Jia Nuo's hand.

"Wanwan, your name is very nice, what does it mean?" Jia Nuo bit the biscuit in small bites without falling any crumbs, his posture was very elegant.

"Yes, we can't chase all the time. Holding the rivers and mountains has become a song!" Gu Wawanwan was bending down and holding a biscuit to play with the little star biting one end. Hearing his question, he answered casually, and realized after he finished speaking.

These two lines of doggerel were so lame, I laughed dryly and scratched my hair, "No, it's just that I was born very late, past the due date, so my mother had no choice but to go home to wait for the birth. As a result, I was born very late at night.

I couldn't even get a taxi, so I called 'Wanwan'."

"Januo, do you know when the company has arranged for you to debut? How many people are there in this group?" She asked him, raising her head.

Although Sukarno can't see, he will stop eating when he talks and turn his head to look in the direction of the interlocutor, "It's probably the New Year. Now I know that the group consists of me and Jiang Ling, and the company hasn't given the group a name yet."

"How could this happen? How could Mingchen be so unprofessional in his work?" She shook her legs in confusion.

Jia Nuo shook his head, expressing his ignorance.

"What would be a good name?" she said to herself, "'Xia Tian'?" She thought of the girl at the front desk on the 36th floor, "But isn't it a bit strange for a group launched in winter to be called 'Xia Tian'?" She turned her head.

I turned to look for inspiration indoors, "Call it 'light'? Call it 'l.j'? Or call it..."

At this time, Jiang Ling took off his makeup, went into the inner room and changed into a simple sportswear, and walked out coldly from her without saying hello.

Sukarno explained for him, "Jiang Ling went to exercise. He would come over to practice dance every day after he was busy with Sing!'s work. Jiang Ling felt very good about the scene." After that, he added softly, "It's my dance studio."

It’s not very accessible, it’s inconvenient, and I try to make as few big movements as possible on stage.”

"Jianuo..." Gu Wanwan looked at the gentle young man in front of him. There was clearly no trace of self-pity or resentment in his tone. Why did she feel heartbroken when he heard it?

She hurriedly shook her head to drive away the negative emotions, "Jianuo, you are beautiful, and you sing well. You don't need to be handsome to attract the attention of little girls. Can you sing a song for me?" She spoke a little fast,

The tone was slightly higher, and there was a kind of disguised excitement in the voice, as if he was escaping from something.

Sujiano smiled, Tuanwan was very kind, she didn't want anyone to be sad.

"What should we sing?" He thought seriously for a moment, "Let's sing "Shuanghua". I heard Jiang Ling sing it very well."

"What wakes me up in the gray wind and white snow? I can't see the time that has gone away. I can't touch the sleeping memories. The white bird falls from the blue sky. The ice-blue moonlight covers everything..."

When he sings, his voice is softer and has a childlike quality. He sings the same lyrics and the same melody, but the feeling when he sings is completely different from when Jiang Ling sings. Jiang Ling sings with alienation, but he sings with tenderness.

The empty building was extremely quiet. Sukarno's eyes were slightly lowered as he sang softly, and his holy voice lingered in the wide corridor like a ray of light.

Gu Wanwan held Xiaoxing in her arms and stared blankly at the singing boy, not daring to move. Jianuo was too clean, like a piece of clear and smooth glass, and she was afraid that he would break if she moved.