The bus was fast, but the road was congested, and it was likely to arrive there much later than expected. The driver temporarily changed the route, and the secretary checked the road conditions, racing against time to get her into the venue on time.
Not long after Lin Siwan changed his clothes, he was wearing a black suit, his hair was completely loose, and his whole body was very simple. He had already put on a mask while sitting in the car.
She looked out the window. The weather forecast was accurate. It was raining heavily today, and the car windows rattled, blurring the scene outside, leaving only rendered lights and chaotic streets.
She didn't know what she was thinking, but she looked at the noise outside the window and was in a trance. As one of the parties involved, she was not as anxious as the driver and secretary in front of her, but if she looked carefully, she could see that her fists were still clenched.
In fact, it is also nervous, but it just doesn't show much emotional fluctuations. The hesitation at the beginning may be right. There are some things that are doomed to not be obtained. If you decide not to meet, you should not see the best.
She looked down and wanted to say let's go back, but in the end she didn't have the courage to speak.
Forget it, that's it.
"Let's go from Avenue XX, there is still an hour before the show starts. The rehearsal should be too late, but there is no problem at all to get there."
There was a bit of excitement in the secretary's words, and Lin Siwan's eyes like Gu Tan seemed to move.
The rain was still falling outside, and it was still very heavy, but her heart suddenly calmed down. Suddenly, she even took out her phone with some excitement and turned it into the chat record with Zhang Zhenyuan. She wanted to send a sentence, I came to see you today, but later I took my fingers back, pressed the screen off my head, leaned back, and closed my eyes.
Or don't tell them, just treat it as a secret, just treat it as a surprise, they don't know anyone, no one understands, Lin Siwan feels that she will treat herself as a fan in the end, so that her love, her love can become simple, and they will become better, good to everyone.
Yes, after parting, they all return to their own trajectories, she is her, they are them, and in the end they are disjoint parallel lines, just like they thought it would be at the beginning.
Today may be the last time that God gave her to go to see them very close. After today, it is impossible to have Sister Huanwan anymore. She is just Lin Siwan, just a businessperson.
In silence, the car arrived at the program group, and the audience outside had already begun to be followed inside at this time. There were bodyguards to protect it, and the secretary held an umbrella and followed her into the backstage of the program group. She wore a mask, quietly, let the secretary go first, and sat down casually. The people next to him didn't look so familiar, and no one came to talk to him. A few acquaintances were chatting, and she was next to her. Silent, eyes wandering, I don't know what to think.
"Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin, you're here!" The director and assistant director both came over, and they even called the screenwriter to sort out the process of the program team for her.
Lin Siwan nodded slightly, but still did not take off his mask, only showing a pair of bright eyes, vaguely able to see that he was a beauty, but he looked young.
But she was far from as simple as she seemed. After all, it had taken more than half a year for Star Language to rise in the entertainment industry.
And they didn't even know that Xingyu was actually just an ordinary subsidiary of the Lin family.
