This star is from the earth

"Sister, why don't you go back to your hometown this time around the Ghost Festival?"

Weng Yao asked his cousin who was lying on the sofa reading a book.

"En." Weng Nanxi replied briefly, focusing on the book.

The Ghost Festival is commonly known as the Ghost Festival, and the folks worship their ancestors as usual. After entering the modern age, activities of playing ghosts and ghosts also began. On the night of the festival, the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts is very fun.

Weng Nanxi has no interest in pretending to be a ghost, let alone offering sacrifices to ancestors. Since she came out, she has never returned to her hometown, and since then, such customary festivals have nothing to do with her. For her, festivals simply mean earning more money than usual for commercials. But now her main business and sideline business are all developing well, and she no longer has to take advantage of the festival to take a few more commercial performances as before.

"I'll go back this year." Weng Yao said softly.

Weng Nanxi raised her eyes and glanced at her cousin, "It's up to you."

"Sister, it's been so many years, you..."

"Mind yourself."

"..." Weng Yao swallowed all the advice, stopped talking, lowered her head and silently packed her last bit of luggage in this house.

After this little luggage is packed, she will move out of here completely.

She came to Shanghai in the autumn of the previous year, and lived here anxiously for nearly two years. She spent her practice career here before her debut, learning how to be an idol artist, and after her debut, she listened to various guidance from her cousin and learned how to be a good star.

Weng Yao once thought that she would always live with her cousin and follow in her footsteps.

But after Han Jue's incident, everything changed. At first, in order to avoid her cousin, she ran to live in the dormitory for a few days. After April, she began to intentionally increase the number of days she lived in the dormitory. From coming back every other week to every other month, I took some luggage with me every time I came, from clothes to lamps, from socks to dolls.

Today is the last trip.

Weng Yao really has the feeling of graduating from school.

"Sister, can I take some of these books with me?" Weng Yao asked his cousin holding up a few books.

Weng Nanxi nodded: "Take it."

"Then I'll take these too? They will wither sooner or later if you put them here." Weng Yao pointed to the only green potted plant in the living room.

Weng Nanxi was silent for a moment, and then said: "You bought it in the first place, and you are raising it. If you want to take it away, take it away."

Weng Yao immediately picked up the pot of orchids.

Weng Nanxi suddenly asked a question: "When did the potted plants in front of our house disappear?"

"It happened last year, I don't remember much." Weng Yao didn't understand why her cousin, who never cared about flowers and plants, suddenly asked this, but she still thought about it carefully, "It seems that "909" is over. After that, I came back one time and saw that they were all dead, so I took them away and threw them away.”

"Didn't find anything?" Weng Nanxi had already put down the book.

Weng Yao met his cousin's gaze, and found that her cousin's eyes were deep, scary, and oppressive.

Weng Yao held his breath and confirmed it in his head, shaking his head: "No."

"When you used to water the potted plants at the door?"

"No."

"What did you find?" Weng Yao recalled for a moment, shaking his head, "What did you find?"

The former sentence is a question, and the latter sentence is a rhetorical question.

Weng Nanxi didn't answer, picked up the book and continued reading.

Weng Yao is used to his cousin's attitude of not answering her personal matters. But after leaving this time, she didn't know when the next time she would see her cousin again, she wanted to ask something.

"Actually, I wanted to ask a long time ago," Weng Yao asked curiously, "You don't grow flowers and plants, how could you have that potted plant?"

Weng Nanxi still didn't answer, she looked at the words in the book, but those words rarely entered her head.

That potted plant...

He bought the potted plant.

He knew that she didn't like plants, and she didn't like to take care of them even if she didn't stay at home all year round, so he put a potted plant, and every time he used the excuse that he wanted to take care of the potted plant, he came to her house to see her. The so-called care is nothing more than pouring a glass of water to the potted plants outside the door after entering the door, then soaking in the house for a whole day, pouring another glass of water when leaving, and making an appointment with the plant to come and see it next time.

After breaking up, she wanted to return the potted plant and the cardboard box of letters to him, but things were delayed again and again, and she finally just carried the cardboard box over and forgot the potted plant. When she came back from abroad after filming, the potted plant was almost dead, so she never thought of making another trip to return it to him. A few days later, before she threw away the potted plants, the cousin moved in and miraculously brought the dying potted plants back to life.

Weng Nanxi asked herself in a daze, why didn't she take care of it even once?

If she had ever taken a potted plant out to bask in the sun, she would have seen what was underneath. If she threw the potted plant downstairs, she could also see what was underneath.

But she just ignored it time and time again.

Missed opportunity after opportunity.

"Sister, I'm leaving then."

Weng Yao's voice interrupted Weng Nanxi's meditation. Weng Nanxi suddenly came back to his senses, raised his voice as if to cover up, and asked, "Aren't you here for lunch?"

"I agreed to have lunch with my teammates." Weng Yao said.

"Okay." Weng Nanxi finally urged: "When you get along with them, be careful. Screenshots that can be taken, and recordings that can be recorded. After tearing up, it doesn't matter who engages in the public opinion war first, the key is who will come up with the details first. Break things down for everyone to see, and whoever can make the final decision. In addition, you should pay more attention to Jiang Qi of your team. She is not low in popularity, she will have no shortage of resources in the future, and she will go further. Such people will be the first to attract attention. Complaints from the team, you can..."

"You don't have to teach me these anymore." Weng Yao said suddenly.

Weng Nanxi stopped talking, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Weng Yao.

"You don't need to teach me these things. How to make friends and how to get along with people, I have my own ideas. I'm not really [Little Weng Nanxi]." Weng Yao replied, staring at his cousin.

Weng Nanxi played with taste: "Let me guess, you have gotten closer to Jiang Qi a lot recently, did she tell you something like [be yourself] again?" At this point she shook her head, "【 Be yourself] Such old-fashioned chicken soup still has such a market, because there are people like you who think you are free."

Weng Nanxi gave a low chuckle inexplicably, and continued to read.

Weng Yao stared, his face turned red quickly, and his heart beat suddenly, and the sound of bang bang seemed to be ringing in his ears.

In the past, when Weng Yao heard such words, he would only be ashamed first, and then take it deeply into his heart. Then she thought that she had woken up from a huge dream and saw through the reality. With the superiority of everyone being drunk and being alone, she could even take these words to the show Speaking of the last one, it makes people feel that it is really worthy of [Xiao Weng Nanxi]. Her heart is full of joy, and she feels that she is a little closer to the role model.

But Weng Yao has decided not to do this anymore.

Weng Yao said in a trembling tone, "I don't know if I can be myself, but I can recognize myself, what I like and what I hate." Weng Yao looked at the role model she once admired the most, twisted Said: "I really hate your way now. I hate that you use whatever means to achieve your goals. I hate that you weigh everyone and everything in your heart before deciding how much to pay."

"It's really a textbook-style stupid remark." Weng Nanxi said with emotion. The reason why she is so sure is because she once had such a textbook called Han Jue. "You think you know yourself well? Wake up, you are actually a combination of individual people's opinions on you. You live for other people's opinions. No one is interested in your [self], and it is worthless."

Weng Yao almost bit his lip. Sweating non-stop in the air-conditioned room, she wanted to say something, but couldn't.

Still haven't learned home. Weng Nanxi shook his head.

She looked at Weng Yao in front of her as if she was looking at a bird with just grown wings. Turning over a page of the book, Weng Nanxi said flatly: "Hate and powerlessness are not the same. You will understand later."

"In the future, you will see through my future?" Weng Yao didn't know what to think of, but restrained all his anger in an instant, and looked at his cousin calmly. "If I'm like you in the future, then forget it. I definitely don't want to become like you. I won't become like you either. At least I won't dump my boyfriend and see that he's developed. I just ran over cheekily to ask for reunion. It’s fine if the request is rejected, the key is that there is no love anymore, and I still show how much I love each other again and again. It’s disgusting.”

The smile on Weng Nanxi's face slowly disappeared.

"Other people say that you have trained Han Jue well, so you just accept it. Training? Sis, have you ever really liked someone? If it were me, I would never use the word training to describe someone I like. People. Besides, sister, do you hear too many praises from fans, and you really think that Han Jue is so good? Songs like "My Own Song", let alone the story of the second female lead in "Time and Space Traveler", right?"

Weng Nanxi turned her head to look at her cousin, and said calmly, "Get lost."

"Ha." Instead, Weng Yao chuckled calmly, glanced at his cousin with disdain in his eyes, pulled the suitcase and hugged the potted plants, and left. Unaware that at this time, I actually have the most elegant demeanor of [Xiao Weng Nanxi].

"Boom!" The door was closed.

Weng Nanxi took a few deep breaths, lowered her head and wanted to immerse herself in the book, but found that she couldn't calm down no matter what.

The cousin's resistance is not the culprit of her unstable mood. People can always speak the most vicious language to the closest people. She understands this, so she doesn't blame Weng Yao. Time and experience can naturally teach a person to control Emotional measure.

The real reason for Weng Nanxi's rippling heart lake to remain unsettled for a long time, she herself knew, was Han Jue, or Han Jue.

A person can control his emotions, his expressions, but not his memories.

After returning from the [Modu Film Festival], she almost suffered from [Han Jue sequelae]. She couldn't hear the word Han Jue, even if she stayed at her own home, but even in her own home, she couldn't help but think of Han Jue . Thinking of Han Jue, the fiasco in love suddenly hit her face and overwhelmed her.

Weng Nanxi let out a long breath, and looked up at the home he was in.

Weng Yao took away all the things that belonged to her, and the whole room suddenly became empty and monotonous again.

Weng Nanxi used to be a person who filled the void with a strong spirit, but now she feels that her home is empty and lifeless like never before.

In the past, before Weng Yao came, this place was not like this...

Weng Nanxi put down the book and picked up the phone.

Staring at a piece of news in her hand, after a while, Weng Nanxi made a decision in her heart, resolutely clicked on the address book, found her assistant, and called her.

The call was connected in the fifth second.

"Hello, Miss Nan?"

"Come downstairs to my house in half an hour, and help me book a ticket to Tokyo."