The Private Diary of a Movie Queen

Chapter 1

When Sheng Qian came out of the Imperial Capital International Airport, it was almost twelve o'clock at noon. She looked at the endless stream in front of her, smiled slightly, and came back anyway.She stepped on her boots and dragged the box towards Uncle Yang, causing many people to look sideways, thinking she was some celebrity.

When we arrived at the airport square, there was a lot of voices, people in a hurry shuttled around, and the sky was rarely blue.Sheng Qian took off her sunglasses, squinted her eyes, and when she turned her head, she saw a huge poster of a person.

The corners of the lips of the person on the poster are slightly parted, perfect and exquisite, motionless and impeccable.The brows were more sharp than before, and she smiled maliciously. Sheng Qian looked at it for a few seconds and then looked away.In the past, looking at this person's photo, no matter what, her heart would tremble slightly. Now, Sheng Qian has to admit that this person is still radiant, but in her heart, he is no longer as important as before.

She, please use it for appreciation.Of course, you can only.

"Qianqian, here." A well-dressed middle-aged man, although his figure is slightly fatter, can still be seen as handsome when he was young, beckoning to her, Sheng Qian quickly shakes off the faint distractions that arise in his heart.

"Uncle Yang, just let the driver come, you don't have to pick me up yourself." Sheng Qian smiled slightly, looking at his father's brother Yang Biao.This person who has dominated the mall for many years now has half of his hair gray.The scene when he sent himself to the United States is still vivid in my mind, and it has been five years now.

"Qianqian, how do you talk, Brother Sheng's daughter is my daughter, if Brother Sheng knows that I will let someone else pick you up... Oh, Brother Sheng..." Yang Biao said After a few words, I couldn't speak anymore.

"Uncle Yang, come back." Sheng Qian opened the door and sat in the back seat.In the past five years, she has never forgotten the memory of her family every minute of every second, when she was eating breakfast, when she was taking a break after class, and when she was taking a shower at night, but she was stubborn not to let others think of it too much.

The road from the airport to Yang Biao's villa was blocked. The number of cars in the imperial capital has increased rapidly in recent years. There used to be traffic jams, but now it is constantly traffic jams.Yang Biao changed to Xueyuan Road. Although there were many vehicles here, it was not blocked.

The car slowly walked along the small wall of the Kyoto Film Academy, and Sheng Qian opened his eyes with his eyes closed all the time.When she rolled down the window, the sunlight through the wicker gap hurt her eyes.

She saw a small shop on the side of the road where she could buy old yogurt for six yuan, and a group of students in military training uniforms were talking at the gate of the school.The six gold-plated characters of the Imperial Film Academy are far less resplendent than most people think.

Seeing the familiar teaching building of the Department of Acting, Sheng Qian felt a little different in her heart, and when she revisited the old place, she was not heartbroken or moved too much.

When the pictures of the past appeared like a movie, she remembered that when she saw this teaching building, she always thought that that person should be teaching in it, and she would be very excited.

She doesn't have the mood of a literati and inkman crying like rain, thinking about her identity and laughing at herself may not be a good author.

Sheng Qian felt that everything seemed to have changed, but everything had already changed beyond recognition.

"Qianqian, do you want to go down and have a look?" Yang Biao asked thoughtfully.

"No, let's go back first." Sheng Qian didn't intend to move.

Sheng Qian closed her eyes and continued to rest.

Back at the villa that Uncle Yang arranged for her, Aunt Su, the nanny, had already prepared a table of meals for her. She ate a few bites and sent Yang Biao away on the grounds of taking a rest.

Sheng Qian put away a jar of hot water, lay down in it, and her best friend called.

"Qianqian, you came back by yourself? Why didn't you tell me, Dad, I'll pick you up!" Best friend Zhang Meng yelled at Sheng Qianqian anxiously.

"Oh, Goddess, I was wrong. The villain should have told you." Sheng Qian was in a good mood.

"Within three days, take the lead to plead guilty to this goddess." The other side was relentless.

"I'm taking a shower, so I'll hang up first." Sheng Qian put her phone by the bathtub, closed her eyes and recuperated, and a text message came after a while.

"Qianqian, I'm capable. After running away for so many years, the labor and management thought you wouldn't come back. You're getting older. What are you doing? Your little book fans are all blown up under your Weibo. If I don't love you Your Weibo doesn’t know you’re back, ah, heartless?”

Sheng Qian looked at the text message sent by her best girlfriend, and smiled slightly. Some people are always by your side, while some people will only make you feel despair when you are at your worst. , but when I came back to my senses, it was a heart-piercing pain.

It's like playing with the army knife my father bought from Switzerland when I was young. I wanted to try it on my hand, but when I touched it lightly, a long seam visible to the naked eye split open, and the blood leaked out slowly, and then it came back. Pain in one breath.

Sheng Qian opened Weibo, posted a picture of the sky of the imperial capital, and attached the text: I'm going home.

After a while, I was disturbed by continuous private message reminders, and there were already [-] comments in half an hour.

"Qianda still doesn't have a selfie, bad review."

"The one upstairs, I've heard Qian Dada say that she is ugly, she doesn't want to show up, and she feels wronged."

"I don't like to hear these words anymore. Haven't you seen the back of Qian Dada at the author's meeting before? She's definitely at the level of a goddess."

"Yes, yes, are you a big sleeper?"

"Are you a big sleeper, your wife is already hungry and thirsty."

In the circle of authors, Sheng Qian was already at the first-class level, and his influence, fans, and popularity should not be underestimated.It's just that she is low-key, and only a small number of fans know her real person and appearance.Even so, Sheng Qian has 2000 million fans even if she is popular today with 1000 million Weibo fans, and she is a true fan, with a high fan stickiness.

After leaving the bathroom, several good working partners called to express condolences.

When she returned to China this time, the money left by her parents was less than half. She originally wanted to buy a house to live in, but during the years she was away, the house prices have been rising. The land is still the same land, but the price is ridiculously high. Even if she wants to buy a house within the third ring road, it is not as easy as it was back then.

If she buys a villa of her own, her card will have no balance, forget it, and work first.Sheng Qian called Yang Biao.

"Hello? Qianqian, what's the matter?" Sheng Qian just dialed out and was picked up.

"Uncle Yang, I want to think about what you told me last time."

"Yo, Qianqian, you've finally figured it out. I thought it would be over." Yang Biao was very happy, and he laughed.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Let's talk about it. I'm relieved to leave it to your company." Sheng Qian called.

As long as I don't ruin my characters, don't change my plot randomly, it doesn't matter whoever plays it or publishes it, and it doesn't matter if I don't change it randomly. This is her rigid requirement and the bottom line, Sheng Qian thought to herself.

Sheng Qian put on a white nightdress, lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. When Aunt Su came up to deliver the fruit plate, she saw Sheng Qian who was sleeping soundly, much thinner than five years ago.Five years ago, she had a good figure, but now she has become skinny. The middle-aged Aunt Su thinks that Miss is much more beautiful than those stars on TV.

"In the past five years, alas... it's been hard for Miss."

It may not be too miserable to be alone in a foreign country, but if there are no relatives alive in the hometown... maybe, it is a real ghost.

She always thinks so.

A top studio in Beijing.

Ning Hanyu took the coffee handed over by her assistant, ignored the busy people around her, and habitually swiped Weibo with her head down.Habitually clicking Shengqian's Weibo, she always had to scroll through her Weibo, because she didn't know her alias, so she could only stare at the only author's tuba.

Even if Sheng Qian only updates once or twice a month, Ning Hanyu would take it out and read it in his free time.

On the familiar page, a few words made her heart skip a beat.

Suddenly, the heartbeat accelerated a lot, and the noisy studio couldn't resist it. The heart seemed to jump out of the chest, and there was a heartbeat sound, and there were broken ground, like crazy thoughts.She turned off the screen, raised her head suddenly, and came back to her senses amid the whispers of the makeup artist.

She, Ning Hanyu, has nothing to be afraid of, no matter how much she loves her, she is still a queen.I have never been afraid of the reunion that I have fantasized about countless times, but when I suddenly saw the news of her returning to China, I felt hopelessly nervous.

Ning Hanyu closed her eyes, let the makeup artist pinch her delicate chin again, and put makeup on a seven-figure face in a few still photos.In the five years she was away, there was no one around her, she just worked hard. She won the best movie awards, film festival awards, and domestic and foreign awards. She didn't care about her own life, but was immersed in it. Thousands of lives in the play.

The director said that she is a theater fan and a theater lunatic.

Ning Hanyu nodded, and took over this title, because in the play, she can live freely, love and hate wantonly, but outside the play, no matter what she does, her heart is as quiet as a lake.

But when Sheng Qian came back again, Ning Hanyu suddenly felt panicked, people are like this, when Sheng Qian is not around, knowing that she is not around, it doesn't matter how he lives.Now that Sheng Qian is back, she probably won't contact Ning Hanyu again. However, if Sheng Qian sees her after an award ceremony, or when she is in a panic, or when she is not fully prepared... ...How should she behave calmly without revealing her flaws?

Although they have long belonged to different circles, the common communication is probably very rare, and the chance of meeting... is almost slim.

Thinking of this, Ning Hanyu frowned suddenly.

The makeup artist in front of her was trembling: "Ning... Sister Ning, did you hurt me?" The makeup artist finally got a makeup job from a star like Ning Hanyu, and she came early with trepidation. Thinking of this big star frowning and looking up, he seems very dissatisfied.

Of course, she didn't know that this movie queen was so full of inner drama. She graduated from the Canadian drama major and was a vivid actress.

Ning Hanyu: "Um, no, I just want to...".The words behind her were vague, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Makeup artist: "As long as you are happy...".

It was already seven o'clock in the evening when Sheng Qian woke up, she went to the bathroom to wash her face, wiped the mirror smudged by mist, and revealed her face.

This face, which hasn't changed much since the age of 20, is still beautiful today.

Sheng Qian had a little distaste for the contrast between herself and her appearance.It is obvious that her heart is no longer what it used to be, and with the passage of time, her innocence has long disappeared, but her face in the mirror is as fresh and beautiful as before.

Someone once said that she is like Lin Xian'er in Mr. Gu Long's book, she is so beautiful.

Sheng Qian naturally knew what Lin Xian'er was, so she was not happy with such a description, even if the other party compared her to a person in a book.

Picking a nice angle to take a selfie, Sheng Qian nodded in satisfaction and posted the photo to her Weibo.A few seconds later, Weibo exploded as expected.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?

"Wife!!!! Your wife is here!"

"My new fan, aren't you ugly? Please make me ugly like you!"

"What kind of beautiful face is this???"

"Please up me positively."

"Are you ready to debut?"