happy breakup

At night, Fu Xi dragged his exhausted body back to the apartment.The hallway was pitch black with no lights.He put the bag on the ground, found the key, and wanted to open the door.

Suddenly, the sound of "bang bang bang" came from my ears, mixed with cheers of "Happy birthday!"Taking a closer look, a lot of people rushed out on both sides of the corridor, and all the colleagues who are usually good friends gathered here.The entrance of the small apartment was crowded, and Fu Xi's original mood of wanting to get angry also turned into a smile when he saw their awkward standing postures, and burst out laughing with a "puchi".

"Thank you." Fu Xi relaxed and showed a big smile.It will be a very wonderful thing to receive birthday wishes from friends in a foreign country.

"Let's go!" A group of people rushed into Fuxi's house without waiting for the owner's consent: "Tonight, I won't go home until I'm drunk!"

Fu Xi wanted to smile, but somehow his eyes turned red.He lowered his head, pretending to be happy, very happy, happy, and laughed to tears.

When he felt sorry for himself alone, he forgot that there were still his friends by his side.He thought it was time to make a phone call to his friends in China.

Amidst the noise, Fu Xi blew out the candles of the fourth cake in the foreign country.

Yes, all this is true.

I did stand at such a high place, showing it in front of tens of thousands of people. In the fifth year, their company’s new group came to the United States to hold a concert. At that time, the manager who brought them had been promoted to section chief, so he came here specially to give him a concert There will be VIP tickets.

Watching these teenagers younger than him singing hard on the stage.The screams of the fans came from my ears, and I suddenly remembered myself back then.

From a young boy chasing his dream, to his uneasy debut, to becoming more and more successful, standing on a bigger and bigger stage, how many years ago, he returned to the stage after the concert, standing on the highest point Overlooked empty stadium.

There were footsteps coming from behind, but Fu Xi didn't look back.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming," he sighed. "All this is just a dream." '

There was a chuckle in his ear, and the next second, his eyes were covered by someone, but the hand of the person covering his eyes was so slender and beautiful, revealing the warmth he wanted to have in his life, so he lost The ability to open.

After an unknown amount of time, the hand was removed, and the person behind said: "Open your eyes." '

Fu Xi opened his eyes, the same stadium was still in front of him.

"Look, everything in here is real. You are not dreaming. You did it. These all belong to you." His dear brother Jing smiled and looked at him, as if looking at a An ignorant child who needs comfort.

He was stunned.

For myself, this stadium is real, the concert that just ended is also real, and you... are also real.

But in the next second, Fu Xi was woken up by the hoarse voice of a fan girl: "XXX, marry me!"

The juniors on the stage were stunned for a moment, but recovered immediately: "This is not allowed. Senior Ji Mingjing once said: "The future is not something you can decide alone."'

Fu Xi was startled for a moment.

Surprised by the voice of the fan girl, surprised by the name Ji Mingjing.

But what frightened him the most was that those past events that he thought he should have forgotten and could no longer recall were vivid in his mind.

The peaceful lake of heart was once again turbulent.

This is the fifth year he thought he had forgotten.

He doesn't know, and doesn't want to know, whether it's worth it or not.Fu Xi can be regarded as an airborne soldier. After all, he has no experience in artist management before, and he only started to get in touch with these things in his 30s.

Under the circumstances of doing things under great pressure, he will inevitably feel tired.

The colleagues around me are more or less saying sarcastic remarks that have nothing to do with them, and they hit the nail on the head.For example, he never went to a standard good university, for example, he was just a passing star, or for example, he never returned to China...

But Fu Xi didn't pay any attention to it, and acted as if he didn't hear it.

He is like a spinning top, doing meaningful and meaningless things every day and every hour.Occasionally, he stops and wonders why the unrestrained and affectionate Fu Xi is driven around like a dog by life?

But in the next second, these thoughts were thrown away again, and he turned around and plunged into endless busyness.

In fact, he himself knew that this was just an escape.

It's not that no one has asked him to continue singing, or to write songs as a producer, and his former friends even asked him to start a planning company together.

But Fu Xi felt that before he thought about these things clearly, it would be futile to go anywhere.

However, if you think about these things clearly, it will not bring you good luck, and it may even destroy your courage to live.

When he was thinking about that person in a daze, he would forget his face, his narrow eyes, his honey-like voice, his slender and beautiful fingers, how many times The hug on the stage, the wine we drank together in the middle of the night, he knew that he was in a cocoon, but he didn't want to change.

After coming to the United States for so many years, he also read a lot of books when he was bored.

There is a book by a Chinese female writer in it that he remembers very deeply.

Perhaps seachmanallhashadsuchtwowomen, atleasttwo.Marriedtheredrose, gradually, redchangedonthewallassoonastowipethemosquitoblood, waswhiteor"infrontofthebedthebrightmoonlight";

——"Maybe every man has had two women like this, at least two. Marry a red rose, and over time, the red one becomes a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one is still "moonlight in front of the bed"; White roses, the white one is a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, and the red one is a cinnabar mole on the heart."

He is well aware of Ji Mingjing's personality, as long as he never shows up, Ji Mingjing will definitely remember him deeply in his heart.

Even if you can't be his only one, let's be cinnabar mole and white moonlight.

In the sixth year when everything went well, Fu Xi read "Red Rose and White Rose" over and over again.

Chapter 8 Chapter 8