Picking The Stars (MTL)

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Pei Ji stood up and walked behind Song Er. She was puzzled because she remembered that she had never mentioned alcohol allergy in her conversation with Song Er.

So how did Song Er know?

Song Er turned her back to her. She didn't hold a blind cane in her hand. In this room, she was already able to walk very skillfully.

The hand hanging by his side curled his fingers nervously. She closed her eyes, a little regretful and embarrassed, and hesitated how to talk to Pei Ji.

Pei Ji took a step closer to her, and Song Wei was behind her voice when she heard her, as if she was about to feel the breath of her body when he was so close. Pei Ji was very puzzled, but her words didn't mean to ask questions at all. She just gently expressed her suspicion: "How did you know?"

How did Song Er know?

Because she met Pei Ji at the dinner party.

It was in December of last year.

A music festival hosted by a satellite TV came to a successful conclusion, and the organizer held a celebration dinner in a private club. Song Ye won several heavyweight awards including the best female singer in that festival, and of course he was invited.

There were nearly a hundred people in the banquet hall, and the lights shone directly from the chandelier in the center, reflecting every man and woman in formal dresses and dinner makeup.

People carrying wine glasses, shuttled in the crowd, chatting and laughing everywhere, red wine and champagne exude the taste of alcohol, which can stimulate people's emotions most under the light.

Song Yu was a little tired that day. She rushed to the awards ceremony from the filming location of "Long Night". The director of Long Night, Jiang Cheng, was very strict. Every frame of the picture emphasizes excellence. She likes the tight atmosphere, the ambiguous affection, and the interweaving. Desire. Look into the human nature. Every expression and every look in a critical actor requires tension.

This is very difficult for Song Er, who is filming for the first time. She is under a lot of pressure, squeezing her potential and energy, pushing herself to the limit and forcing herself.

Song Wei had just shot a night scene, and he was too tired. Even Director Jiang rarely praised her for her talent and willingness to endure hardships. She must have her place in the movie circle, so she couldn't be happy.

Too tired, with a tense spirit, not to mention this kind of praise that sounds like a scene, even if she is insulted face to face, she may not have the strength to refute it.

But for this grand ceremony, she had to come. The weight of this award is not small, and it is not a small knockoff competition. She went to act in a movie, but her focus is still on music.

At the beginning of the dinner, the singers, guest hosts and sponsors of the sponsors were quite restrained, talking and dancing, all gentlemen and ladies. An hour later, the alcohol began to ferment. The lighting engineer in the club knew human nature. The lights dimmed unknowingly, and the music became chaotic. People's eyes were blurred, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

Song Wei has long been accustomed to this kind of drunken life, but she is too tired this day, and her temples on both sides have been aching all day.

She walked out of the banquet hall quietly, thinking of the balcony to breathe.

In the winter of December, the night is very heavy, probably because in the suburbs, the air is better and the stars can be seen in the sky.

There is only one, hanging high in the air, hundreds of millions of light-years away, far away, flashing and flashing, a little lonely, and so bright.