ten year dream

When Liang Xingjue woke up from a deep sleep, he could feel the softness of cotton wool on his back, but his eyes were dim.He wanted to get up, but there was a dull pain between his neck as if he was pressed by a jack.

Rubbing his sore neck, Liang Xingjue turned on the light, only to realize that he was sleeping in the villa used for filming.

By the way, he should be filming.

Liang Xingjue was startled, and then lowered his eyelids weakly.

It's really too bad that he showed such an embarrassing look in front of Mo Zheng.

Liang Xingjue turned off the lights and closed the door, only to realize that it was already night when he left the villa.

"Xingjue?" A woman with curly hair hurried over.

Liang Xingjue couldn't help being surprised when he saw her, "Sister He?"

He Xinzhu breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you awake?"

Liang Xingjue nodded, glanced around, and found that apart from the two of them, there was only one person left in the entire villa, probably because Mu Yan specially left a crew member behind to ensure his safety.

Seeing Liang Xingjue, the drama manager also came over, "Xingjue, are you alright?"

Liang Xingjue forced a smile, "I'm fine."

The drama manager exhaled, "That's great."

"Please wait here," He Xinzhu said with frowned eyebrows, "Xingjue is fine, I'll just send him back."

The theater manager looked at Liang Xingjue before saying, "Then I'll go first."

Liang Xingjue nodded with a smile.

After the drama manager left, Liang Xingjue asked, "Is everyone gone?"

In fact, what he wanted to ask was Mo Zheng, but just mentioning this name inevitably aroused suspicion.

"Others left after filming. Director Mu and Ah Zheng didn't go back until ten o'clock in the evening." He Xinzhu replied.

Liang Xingjue hurriedly looked for his phone when he heard it, but the phone was lying in He Xinzhu's hand.

"The crew gave it to me." He Xinzhu returned the phone to Liang Xingjue.

Liang Xingjue took it and quickly checked the time, only to find that it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.

He Xinzhu knew what he was worried about, and said: "Your mother called once on the way, and I answered it, telling her that you will be filming until late."

"Oh." Liang Xingjue opened the call log, and the time was displayed around eleven o'clock last night.

"Let's go, I'll take you back." He Xinzhu took half a step forward.

Liang Xingjue put his phone away, and followed He Xinzhu into the car.

On the streets late at night, only the yellow lights are still flashing, and the road is unimpeded, and it takes at most an hour to get home.

"Xingjue, I heard that even Director Mu appreciated your acting skills today." He Xinzhu held the steering wheel with a smile in his voice.

"Really?" At the end of the filming, Liang Xingjue lost his mind. Although he remembered that Mu Yan seemed to come over, he didn't know what he said.

"Yes, Ah Zheng's assistant notified me to come over. Everyone in the crew said that you performed very well. Some people who have been actors for several years don't have such explosive power." He Xinzhu was only concerned about joy, but did not notice Liang Xingjue's discomfort .

Such a thing may be called an explosion, for the shadow that has been suppressed for nearly 20 years.

"Director Mu said that as long as you break through your own boundaries, the future shooting will only get smoother." He Xinzhu said.

"Oh, that's a blessing in disguise." Liang Xingjue laughed at himself.

Looking at He Xinzhu in front of him, he realized that his artist seemed wrong, so he restrained his joy and asked, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Liang Xingjue didn't know if she was someone who could talk to her, so he could only say: "Maybe the mental shock is a bit heavy, and I haven't recovered my thoughts yet."

"Some actors do this," He Xinzhu's tone became extremely gentle, "Do you want to rest today? Director Mu also said that if you wake up late, you can rest at home today before going."

Liang Xingjue shook his head, "I've wasted enough time."

He Xinzhu thought for a while, and said: "Actually, your filming is almost done, you can take a good rest after finishing the filming."

Liang Xingjue was shocked, it turned out that his role in the scene was not much.In other words, the days to see Mo Zheng will only get shorter and shorter.

"After the finale, you can rest and prepare for the promotion of the movie." He Xinzhu couldn't help but feel a little excited when talking about this, "Now it is said that there are more than ten programs, large and small, who have contacted Director Mu to do movie promotion, and for the time being, only Gao Yunwei has been booked All the leading actors will go to the resident reality show "Pet Dash". You will not worry if no one invites you to participate in film and television dramas after you have been tempered by Director Mu."

Liang Xingjue moved his lips, "What about singing?"

He Xinzhu was taken aback, and said with a smile: "Of course it's easy for you to become a singer. You are an original singer. As long as you become popular, you can release an album."

He Xinzhu said it lightly, but Liang Xingjue knew how tortuous the road was.He was the most popular right after the competition, even if he failed to enter Catcher, he is fully qualified to release a single.

But no one, no one pays attention to his songs.Gradually, the enthusiastic fans faded away one by one, and he became more and more silent, wandering around the company like a ghost.

He Xinzhu sent Liang Xingjue home and drove back when he saw the lights on the narrow windows.

As soon as Liang Xingjue opened the door, the mother in the bedroom asked in a daze, "Is the star back?"

"Yes." Liang Xingjue replied.

There was no more sound from the bedroom, and the mother probably fell asleep again.Liang Xingjue locked the door, wiped his face casually, and went back to his room.

His room is small, with only a small bed just big enough for him to sleep in and a desk that has been used since junior high school until now.

Liang Xingjue watched all this, and sat on his bed in deep thought.

No one likes to live in poverty. One of the reasons for joining the company at the beginning was to enable himself and his mother to live a prosperous life after becoming famous.However, after waiting for several years, it seems that there is a chance to make a comeback, but he still can't grasp tomorrow.

Liang Xingjue turned off the light and lay down, unable to sleep.

Ah, I forgot to ask Sister He how he and Wei Qi's CP should be resolved.

Liang Xingjue opened his eyes, and the night wind blew in through the pleated curtains, making his sleepy thoughts gradually clear.

Whether such a CP should persist, where is the bottom line, and when will it end.

These questions circled in his mind, but finally returned to Mo Zheng.

What does Mo Zheng think about his corruption scandal?Are you tired of his recent low state?Is there any possibility of them meeting after the filming ends?

All these worries made his drowsiness slip away completely. Liang Xingjue sat up and turned on the light, but he didn't know what to do.

There will be filming after dawn, so he should take a good rest, but doubts are like a hammer, hitting his temple one after another.

Mo Zheng, gossip, singing, the future.

He had too many things to think about, but he couldn't figure it out.

sing...

Liang Xingjue suddenly turned over, put on his coat, took out a pen and paper, and lay down on the small table to write a song.

Some sad melodies were printed on the paper bit by bit from the pen, and Liang Xingjue recorded while humming.Compared with the simple melody, the first thing to flow out is the lyrics.I don't know how long it took for a piece of paper to be full of musical notes and Chinese characters.

"I remember, your sitting posture/the silver ring on your hand/the meeting that was doomed to be fruitless/but still addicted...please say goodbye/I will always wait/from now on, this world and this city will no longer have me/please Don’t be gentle/I’ve long been powerless to escape/Knowing that this is a sin, this is a fault and I can’t get over it/I remember the chair you sat on/On your hand, the silver ring/Your encounter with me is doomed to be fruitless/Indulging in , the endless vortex..."

Liang Xingjue put down his pen, his arms hanging limply by his side.

Every word and every note on the small paper tells about his feelings for Mo Zheng, his slight hatred for his father, and his struggle for this fruitless love.

Fruitless love.

What a sad word.

"You are a coward!" Le Xuan's voice shot into his head like a sharp arrow.

"Anyway, there are only two conclusions. If the confession is successful, everyone is happy. If the confession fails, at least it will get you out of this miserable crush." ​​Qi Zhihan's words also came in.

Yes, confess.

Get love, or die from it.

At least it's much better than fruitless love.

Liang Xingjue sat up straight suddenly, his mind running at high speed.

What should I do if I confess?

Ah, you have to decide the time of confession first, will you confess after your part is over?In this way, there is still some time before the promotion of the film, and Mo Zheng can slowly consider it.But after he finished filming, Mo Zheng still has to shoot, will it affect Mo Zheng's performance?And wouldn't it be great if the two of them didn't look awkward in the promotion of the movie?

It seems that the confession has to be postponed until after the movie promotion, but it will take several months from now to the end of the movie promotion, right?If Mo Zheng is with someone else in the middle of this... No, the only possibility is to reunite with Duan Sheng.If Mo Zheng and Duan Sheng regained their old relationship during this period, then he wouldn't even have the slightest possibility.No, the time cannot be too late.

Then it's better to confess after the finale, okay, the time is set, how should I tell Mo Zheng?

Liang Xingjue subconsciously bit the cap of his pen. To be honest, he had never experienced such a thing, whether it was a confession or a confession.The experience I saw from other places is flowers and candles, but Mo Zheng is a big man who will never like it.The method is too narrow, and I can't think of anything useful.

Liang Xingjue stood up and hurriedly looked for his mobile phone, opened the address book, and called Le Xuan directly regardless of the early morning.

Le Xuan should have closed the door to take a rest by now, the receiver beeped more than ten times before she was finally picked up.

"Who?" Le Xuan's voice sounded very confused.

"I am Liang Xingjue." Liang Xingjue said.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then he shouted with force, "Liang Xingjue, you are sick! Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

"I want to ask you something." Liang Xingjue said apologetically.

"What?"

"Who told you and Qi Zhihan first?"

"she."

"How did she confess?"

"I said," another woman's voice appeared on the phone, "I like you. If you like me, we will be together. If you don't like me, we can't be friends, so we don't need to contact you in the future."

After finishing speaking, the other side hung up the phone, leaving only a busy tone

Liang Xingjue held up the phone in a daze, blinking.

Well, now that the two of them are together anyway, it can be considered a useful experience.