On February 1, after getting off the train and stepping into Shanghai, a metropolis full of adventure and opportunity, Chen Yuanming took a deep breath. Without the heavy haze of his hometown, this not-so-blue-sky, seemed to be sunnier.
The frequency with which Duan Xiubo’s name appeared in the fans’ questions was unusually high.
After three consecutive days of paying his respects to the leaders Chen Jianhua had almost exhausted an entire lifetime’s worth of courage and emotional intelligence. He finally breathed a sigh of relief on the fifth day of the year.
This was not a kiss that stopped after a single touch, Duan Xiubo was amazingly enthusiastic. The tip of his tongue penetrated into Luo Ding’s mouth, in turn, sucking and sweeping through every accessible corner.
Although he had stayed up late on New Year’s Eve and didn’t fall asleep until after 1 a.m., Chen Yuanming was dragged out of bed by his mother early the next morning.
Mr. Stenis and his wife stood at the door to welcome guests. They were apparently the hosts of this banquet. Anyone who was able to live in Don Manca Hills was obviously not an ordinary person. Seeing the respectful and humble attitude of Tommy Lee, who was always proud, Luo Ding did not rush out to introduce himself but rather simply nodded his head in greeting in order to avoid making mistakes.
Even before handing them the complete script, Carmen Clovis took the lead actors to visit the studio which had yet to be fully constructed.
“What!?” Chen Yuanming frowned and looked at his parent’s expressions carefully. It didn’t seem like they were joking so he couldn’t help asking, “What happened to their family? Even if they have moved, how could I not be informed?”
Luo Ding looked out of the car window, and saw young girls holding banners printed with photos of Duan Xiubo everywhere outside the airport. These fans had gathered together in groups of three and five and were talking and pointing at the exit. They were probably planning the pick-up which was to happen soon.
