The moon rises on the branches and the night goes deeper. Han Jiahang's bedroom is still brightly lit, and the "Snail House" in front of him has been watched a lot. The emergency preparation at the beginning gradually disappeared with the continuous loss of time.

Cruel. As the plot continues, Han Jiahang only has these two words in his heart at this moment. The beauty of dreams and the helplessness of reality make this cruelty appear more obvious and sharp. Looking at Haiping's life in the plot, what Han Jiahang saw was the little things of Zhang Han's previous life. Public rental housing, ordinary jobs, dare not eat or drink. The biggest goal in life is to have your own house and have a wife who loves you. Don't seek wealth and honor, but only want a little bourgeoisie in food and clothing. But in reality, housing prices are the same every day, but the salary is always on the spot. The money saved will never keep up with the rapid growth of housing prices. The mood of getting married is suppressed by reality again and again. How can you give your beloved a comfortable living environment without a house or car? How can you calmly say "Marry me, I will support you."

When she saw Xiao Bei and Hai Zao walking around the street but not buying anything, when she watched them go to a movie together for a long time, it was like attending a party, when she saw the goal was just to hope that there would be meat in every meal... Han Jiahang's eyes were wet, an indescribable depression, and an indescribable boredom that made his heart confused. Is Hai Zao realistic? In order to pursue material enjoyment, she embarked on a wrong path. She enjoyed life, and also lost true love. She lost Xiao Bei who obeyed her. Is such a woman hateful? Can you still hate a woman who lost her lost woman, who ended up leaving nothing, and even her rights as a mother were deprived of? Is such a person not pitiful? People often say that pitiful people must have something to hate, so why are hateful people not pitiful people?

If you want to hate, then hate the reality of this bitch. Good and bad people really don’t have them in this "House House". In fact, there are only two types of people in this drama, that is, they are happy or unhappy.

The script can't be translated, although there is still a little left. But Han Jiahang really doesn't have the courage to translate it, nor does he feel at all. He understands Haiping's real life, and his heart is full of sweet sadness about the feelings between Beibei and Haizao. Xiaobei's plot does not seem to be much, but this kind of little character has a stubborn persistence. He is focused and persistent about Haizao's feelings until he is injured and can't hurt anymore. He actually has her in his heart. Such a person doesn't know whether to say he is dedicated or say that he is a fool.

But no matter how you evaluate it, because of Xiao Bei and the love between Xiao Bei and Hai Ya, the whole plot will not be so cruel. The whole plot has a little light and a hint of warmth. Even if this warmth is finally shattered by the cruelty of reality, it is also the place where people can recall the most and impress the most.

When you lie down with tears in your heart

Receive the betrayal of reality helplessly

But hesitating in his heart

Let the most familiarity extend to strangers

Lying on the bed, thinking silently

Thinking about the warm scenes of the past

The embarrassment of swallowing reality

I cried and felt full of unbelievable

When you step into the rain with a daze

Numbly searching for your own mind

Cold is just a relief

But it is difficult to suppress the helplessness in my heart

Crying loudly

Until the pain becomes a vague feeling

Innocence turns into obsessive madness

Over and over

Fill in the cruelty of reality with memories

Once and again

Use tears to express the incompleteness of first love

No explanation

Lost mood

Lost faith

No, this time it's really gone

When beauty is broken by reality

When promises are broken by lies

When trust is taken as betrayal

When love is gone

I'm just one

The lonely figure cannot hide the failure

No explanation

Lost mood

Lost faith

It's gone...it's really gone this time

The pen in his hand was zipping and strokes, but his heart seemed to be cut by a knife, leaving behind one unhealed scar after another. At this moment, Han Jiahang didn't know whether he was Xiao Bei or the one he had in his previous life.

Even the night is late, there will be an end. When a slight whiteness floats up from the sky again, Han Jiahang has to leave the warm bed with a pair of national treasure-level panda eyes.

"I'll go. How did you do this?" When Huang Mingyu saw Han Jiahang's tired look and two thick dark circles, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Oh, can you stop quarreling?" Han Jiahang opened his eyes slightly and complained to the visitor with resentment. He arched his body and closed his eyes to continue to take a break.

"Hey, what did you do?" Huang Mingyu looked at the other party obviously not paying much attention to him, so he had to reach out and push the other party.

"Don't you know we are going to China today?"

"I know......" Two vague words that were comparable to mosquito screams came out of Han Jiahang's mouth in a daze. If it weren't for face-to-face meeting, Huang Mingyu would have not heard what the other party was saying.

"I know? I know how you can still become this ghost?"

"Oh. I'm going to go. I'll finish it." I couldn't bear it anymore. I was so sleepy that I wanted to lie on the ground and have a big sleep. But there were people who kept disturbing me in my ears. This is really a clay Buddha.

"I am not my appearance, but I am not given by you."

"That thick script, do you think I'm a scanner, and I can handle it in minutes?"

"No, haven't I painted you all the places you should have seen? Xiao Bei doesn't have that many plots." Huang Mingyu looked puzzled.

",,,,,,," Han Jiahang didn't say anything, stared at the other party hard, panting, and there was a tendency to suppress the enemy with force if he had disagreement.

"Hey, why are you staring at me? Is there something wrong with what I said?" Huang Mingyu was not willing to be outdone.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

"Oh, that's right..."

"..." Huang Mingyu was speechless.

"You think it's so good to draw. Don't you know that the relationship is consistent? If you don't read the whole script, I know what it is saying. Then, where can I find the feeling of feeling of emotion?"

"..." Huang Mingyu admitted that it made sense for the other party to say, but he didn't say it out loud.

"This is the difference between the actor and the novice."

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and finally ended with Huang Mingyu's compromise. They made a cup of extra-strong coffee for Han Jiahang, and asked the makeup artist to quickly give him an emergency treatment. They did not start to take Han Jiahang to the plane until they seemed to be depressed.

Through the clouds and the sky was dark all the way. When the plane landed again, Han Jiahang finally woke up from his drowsiness. His head was as confused as if he had been filled with three kilograms of soy milk. He followed Huang Mingyu's instructions and practiced it. It was not until he got in the car that he finally felt a little awake. Then after Huang Mingyu said something, he woke up completely.

"We first go back to the S, m China branch, and then we go to the interview site..."
Chapter completed!