Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

Rehearse, rehearse, rehearse... When the whole life is reduced to these two words, the yellow leaves rust when they fall to the ground, the long wind cannot blow the clear river, and the white moonlight can no longer shine on the face of the lover, what joy is there in this life...

?Death, what suffering is there?

Oh, she's not talking about herself.

Because most of the contracts have been finalized and the preliminary review of the party has passed, she is very leisurely during this period. In her daily life, she holds her iPod, lies on the beach chair, and catches up on dramas while taking a break to applaud the handsome guys. Occasionally, she also applauds a 360-year-old

There will be some voice-overs for Jimo who spins and falls to the ground with a "snap" in Thomas Du.

It's a pity that the good things in the world are not fast, and the colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle. When there are only single digits left on the New Year's countdown board, everything is like a clock that has been sped up three times, rushing in front of you.

This is the countless time she has brought Jimo's costume to No. 79 Hearthstone Lane, Nancheng.

Master Wu, who is responsible for tailoring, has a single name. Although his beard and hair are white, he is neatly groomed. He wears a half-worn dark gray Chinese tunic suit every day, with a pair of thick-rimmed black glasses in front of his eyes. He speaks calmly.

, with a low tone, like an old-style intellectual. People say that the Wu family is passed down from generation to generation and has a long history of family education. The pair of gold scissors and silver needles in his hands were from the Qianqing Garment Bureau.

Gu Wawanwan liked to listen to these unofficial histories the most in his life, and he once curiously asked Master Wu about them.

However, Master Wu always holds the fabric in one hand and holds a pair of large black copper scissors in the other hand to cut along the lines drawn with chalk. He smiles and shakes his head, "I'm just a craftsman."

But regardless of Master Wu's skills, his attitude is really good. When she wanted to hang Ji Mo with a rope, Master Wu could still patiently listen to his twittering requests to change his pants to be longer.

The waist circumference is reduced by one inch and the sleeves are slimmed down a bit, and it works as expected every time.

But seeing that the New Year's Eve party was imminent, Jimo still failed to put on the trousers with a waist circumference of one foot and eight as he promised. Gu Wanwan had to secretly take out the costume and beg Master Wu to secretly change it to an inch larger.

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"Master Wu, I have live tickets for the C City Spring Festival Gala. Do you want to go and see it?" Gu Wanwan sat in a chair and watched Master Wu skillfully remove stitches and stitches. He was stunned for a long time and finally remembered something serious.

"C City Spring Festival Gala?" Master Wu used a small pair of scissors to open up the inner thread. He was slightly startled when she asked this question, and then he sighed in a vague way, "It has been held for twenty years."

"Has it been twenty years?" She remembered that when she was a child, she would sit in front of the TV and watch the Spring Festival Gala with her parents every year after setting off fireworks, but she didn't expect it to be twenty years ago.

"Yes, the first one in 1993 was held in the small auditorium of C City TV station. A whole room of people sat together in a lively manner, and there was still a small basket of candies left after being passed from front to the end."

"Small auditorium?" Gu Wawanwan lowered his head and thought for a moment, "Oh, you're talking about the one with the two red lanterns hanging on the door, right? It was demolished last year, and a large piece of land around it was bought and a new one was built.

The decoration of the auditorium of C City TV Station was completed in December, and this year’s Spring Festival Gala will be performed there.”

"It has been dismantled..." Master Wu paused with his scissors, with a hint of distant nostalgia in his tone, but before she could ask anything, he had already continued with the work in hand.

Gu Wanwan rolled her eyes and swallowed the doubts in her heart. In this small room with tightly drawn curtains, dim lights, and piles of fabric piled against the wall, she didn't even dare to speak loudly for fear of

It stirred up the old days that dwelled among brass scissors and silk thread.

"Master Wu, can I leave you two tickets in the front row?" She returned to the original question.

"Girl, don't bother," Master Wu lowered his head and wiped the lenses of his glasses with a light gray cotton cloth, then put them back on, "I'm old and can't see clearly. I just turn on the TV at home and listen to the sound.

Come on."