"Cough, cough, let's just forget it... we've lost our feelings."
Old Tian was just being polite.
"Damn, no feelings, yet you still took my cat."
Qi Hao got angry.
"Sigh, it's been ten years already!"
Old Tian met Qi Hao in 1999, became Qi Hao's assistant around the Spring Festival of 2000, and shortly thereafter became Qi Hao's manager.
Exactly ten years.
"You're secretly thrilled. You're not even considering how I've blown up over these ten years. If I hadn't, you'd have to suffer with me."
Qi Hao chuckled.
Among the newcomers who debuted those years, only a few remain in the entertainment industry.
Even fewer have become famous.
Faces that were once familiar slowly became blurred, often not recalled.
Only occasionally, in dreams of the past, he's still playing bit parts, surrounded by those who once harbored dreams, rushing towards the entrance of Beijing Film Factory to confront one disappointing tomorrow after another.
