Qin Guan felt relieved. It was his first time being a real hero and the first time the was acting in an indie film. He had learned a lot from that.
In that liberal situation, he had learned to express himself freely. During the shooting, Gus hadn’t intervened with Qin Guan's performance. He had just chosen a reliable script, cast and crew, and he had depended on them.
Red maple leaves were flying in the wind as Qin Guan waved farewell at the crew and got into his new car.
Alex’s parents had come to pick up their son. They were arranging his luggage carefully in their car. The boy with the blonde hair watched the small blue car drive away in obsessive admiration.
"Jimmy! Honey, let’s go!"
"I’m coming!" Nobody knew what influence Qin Guan would have on his future career.
