ten year dream

"So how did it feel to participate in "Good Night" for the first time?" the program team asked.

Sitting alone in front of the camera, Liang Xingjue rubbed his fingers, "This reminds me of my mother."

Warm and soft music played in the background, the camera zoomed in, and half of the screen was Liang Xingjue's face.

"In the past, my mother had to work two jobs every day, and she had to help other people do knitting when she returned home. The money she earned was barely enough for me to study and live for the whole family." Liang Xingjue had some nostalgia and bitterness on his face, "Until now I Started to work, I hope my mother can take a break, but my mother still chooses to continue running."

After a pause, Liang Xingjue scratched his hair and said, "She probably thinks that no matter how much it is, she should save some savings for her son, right?"

"Is there anything you want to say to your mother?" the program team asked.

The camera stayed on Liang Xingjue's stiff face, "This...what should I say?"

"You can say whatever you want." The program group said.

The background music became more peaceful and gentle, and pink cursive characters were printed on the screen—the truest confession to my mother.

"Mom," Liang Xingjue said a word and then smiled embarrassedly, "It seems that my son didn't spend time with you when you were not so busy, so when I get back, I'll go shopping with you and have dinner together, okay? "

Sitting in front of the TV, Mother Liang's eyes were red.

Her Xingjue has really grown up~

"Star~" Liang's mother happily knocked on her son's bedroom door.

"What's the matter, Mom?" Liang Xingjue's slightly nervous voice came from inside.

Mother Liang opened the door, and Liang Xingjue immediately covered the phone screen on the table.

"Do you want Xingxing to have supper? Mom will do it." Mother Liang said with a smile.

"I don't want to eat it, Mom, you can cook your own." Liang Xingjue seemed a little embarrassed.

"Oh." Liang's mother had no choice but to close the door sleepily, and sat on the sofa to continue watching TV.

The interviewer had already changed on the screen, Liang's mother pouted, and agreed to go shopping and have dinner together?

Liang Xingjue locked the bedroom door before turning the phone screen back.The person on the other side of the screen raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "We are talking about work, don't be so nervous?"

"That's right, we're talking about work." Liang Xingjue smiled foolishly.

Mo Zheng also bent his lips, and said, "Then I'll give you my original manuscript tomorrow."

"Oh good." Liang Xingjue nodded repeatedly, looking forward to seeing the song written by Mo Zheng.

"How long will it take you to finish?" Mo Zheng asked again.

Liang Xingjue calculated the time, "About half a month."

"Then we will determine the songs to be included in the first half month," Mo Zheng looked at the camera with a smile, "Let's meet tomorrow and talk about it."

"Oh." Liang Xingjue said in a muffled voice, lowering his head as if he was very reluctant.

Across the screen, Mo Zheng really wanted to tap that forehead, "Go to bed early, you have to film tomorrow."

"Hmm." Liang Xingjue responded but did not move.

Mo Zheng had no choice but to turn off the video call with a wave of his hand.

After finishing his own part the next day, Liang Xingjue returned to the company without stopping.Since there are no major events in the near future, there are almost no one in the company except trainees.Liang Xingjue went directly to the recording studio on the top floor, while Mo Zheng was sitting on the sofa beside him, reading the manuscript.

"Brother Zheng." Liang Xingjue closed the door and greeted his lover.

Mo Zheng also raised his hand, and Liang Xingjue sat down.

"Come on, I wrote it." Mo Zheng's tone was a bit tangled.

In Zoom, Duan Sheng always writes lyrics and composes music, while Mo Zheng rarely writes songs.Liang Xingjue took it over and looked at it. He couldn't say against his will that it was very good, but there was a strange style that he couldn't describe.

"Someone said before that even gods couldn't understand the songs I wrote." Mo Zheng laughed awkwardly.

The so-called "someone" should refer to Duan Sheng.

Liang Xingjue curled his lips, pointed to one of them and said, "I think this is pretty good, 'Open your royal blue eyes creepybaby/Tell me your mood sendmeamessage/You are the Naiad fairy standing in Stockholm/Never fallinlovewithme'. "

Mo Zheng raised his eyebrows, the lyrics of the second form are not bad?

"Because I don't know much English." Liang Xingjue told the truth.

Is it because of this, the corner of Mo Zheng's mouth twitched.

Liang Xingjue read all of Mo Zheng's manuscripts, and found that both the tune and the lyrics were very difficult to understand.Such a song cannot become mainstream, but it may catch a whole new audience.

"Brother Zhou, have you heard about it?" Liang Xingjue didn't dare to judge by himself, so he singled out the person in charge.

"Not yet." Mo Zheng shrugged.

Liang Xingjue was taken aback, and smiled with his lips pursed. Doesn't this mean that he was the first person to see Mo Zheng's manuscript?

After discussing for a long while without reaching a conclusion, the two finally decided to wait for Xiong Zhou to come before making plans.

It was late at night when Liang Xingjue returned home, and there was a pair of men's shoes that did not belong to him in the entrance.Liang Xingjue's happy mood sank infinitely, he washed his face casually and threw himself into bed.

Tossing and turning unable to fall asleep, Liang Xingjue picked up his phone and sent Mo Zheng a WeChat message: [Brother Zheng, are you home yet? 】

[It's here, what? 】Mo Zheng replied quickly.

【Oh, I forgot to ask about Zhihan today. 】Liang Xingjue randomly brought up a topic.

[The doctor came to check and said that she was very stable, but she still didn't dare to get out of bed at will. 】

[Brother Zheng, do you think our album will sell well? 】

[It's hard to say, but Mr. Ning's eyesight can't be wrong. 】

[It seems that I haven't seen the seniors of Sweeties recently. Haven't they been active recently? 】

[Probably want to rest for a while. 】

After changing the topic several times, Mo Zheng faintly realized something was wrong.

[What's wrong Star Lord? 】

There was silence for a while before replying [My dad is here. 】

Mo Zheng looked at the short sentence, but could understand the sadness and bitterness in it.

[Don't think about Xingjue, after all, it's a matter between parents, even if we intervene, it can't change anything. 】

I think my mother is really asking for trouble, and my father loves face, so he can't divorce his wife no matter what.He came here just to ask my mother for money. If I lost my job all at once, he might not even come to see me.

Liang Xingjue looked at the words typed in the sending box, then deleted them all, and sent a few words as if asking for help: 【I want to leave here. 】

After a while, a message was sent over there: [Come here. 】

The car lights tore a ray of light in the night, Liang Xingjue entered the passenger cab with a large backpack, and sent a text message to his mother: [Mom, I am very busy recently and will be staying at the company for a while, remember to turn off the water and electricity when you are alone at home. Good door. 】

Putting the phone in his trouser pocket, Liang Xingjue looked at the driver's seat apologetically, "I'm sorry Brother Zheng, I asked you to pick me up at night."

"It's okay." Mo Zheng smiled.

"I don't know why, I haven't felt so uncomfortable before." Ever since he knew that his father asked his mother for money, all his resentment towards his father burst out.It seems that the meaning of his life is to be a cash machine, or to serve that brother who only thinks he is a bastard.If only I hadn't been born, it wouldn't have been so painful if I hadn't been born.

Leaning against the car window, Liang Xingjue looked at the dozen gangsters under the streetlights laughing and cursing without knowing how short life was.

The car drove into the community, and Liang Xingjue followed Mo Zheng back home.

Hug immediately expressed friendship, and Liang Xingjue's mood eased a lot.

"Xingjue, have you brought all your toiletries?" Mo Zheng cleared the dining table.

"Bring it." Liang Xingjue put down his backpack.

Mo Zheng nodded, pointed to the room next to his bedroom and said, "You can sleep here at night."

"Oh." Liang Xingjue responded, took out a toothbrush towel from his backpack and went to the bathroom.

Liang Xingjue put his simple skin care products on the stage, and his expressionless face was reflected in the large mirror.

If it goes on like this, it will be hated, who would like a person who moans without illness every day?

Liang Xingjue opened the bathroom door to rinse, let the hot water hit his neck with his head down.

"On the day you can't bear it, Ah Zheng will come back to me."

Duan Sheng's voice with a smile pierced into Liang Xingjue's eardrums through the water droplets.

Thinking of Duan Sheng at this moment is simply self-torture.

Liang Xingjue quickly took a shower, only to realize that Mo Zheng was sitting on the sofa reading the manuscript.

"Already washed?" Mo Zheng was a little surprised.

Liang Xingjue nodded, wanting to lean towards Mo Zheng.

"Then go to sleep." After Mo Zheng finished speaking, he went to his room and closed the door.

Liang Xingjue looked at the closed door and heard the sound of his heart constricting.

After entering the room arranged by Mo Zheng, Liang Xingjue put his backpack aside and sat on the bed with his feet hugged.

The sheets and pillows should have just been changed and still smell like laundry detergent.Liang Xingjue got under the quilt, and couldn't help thinking how many things in this room belonged to Duan Sheng.

The bedside lamp, which looks as simple as a globe, but is patterned with copper-colored silk threads, is definitely not something that a casual person like Mo Zheng will pay attention to. There are also goose yellow curtains embroidered with tiny petals, even water glasses, and even wardrobes.

This place once belonged to Duan Sheng, and there are traces of him everywhere.

Liang Xingjue stood up abruptly, panting heavily.

A mother craves what is not hers, and her son is no different.

Liang Xingjue pushed open the door and touched the switch with his finger.

Mo Zheng was awakened by the glare of the light, sat up and asked a little puzzled: "Xingjue, what's wrong?"

Liang Xingjue hesitated for a moment, and walked slowly to Mo Zheng's bedside, "I just thought of something."

Mo Zheng looked at his face and didn't know whether to say he was embarrassed or absent-minded, "What?"

"The night I rested at the company with you, you slept next to me, probably didn't know what I did." Liang Xingjue moved his lips, his voice trembling, "I don't want to do that again."

Not wanting to sleep alone, alone feeling like I'm alone.

"We are lovers, aren't we?" Liang Xingjue raised his eyelashes slightly, his pupils were full of hope.

Mo Zheng sighed slightly, opened the quilt and said, "Come here."

Why sigh?

Liang Xingjue's slightly bent fingers finally clenched into fists.

But no matter what, I want you.