Crush on "Big" Stars

"Yiwei, look at this red rose I bought." Filled with joy, Lin Mingwei walked into the studio holding a deep red rose in his hand, his eyes were extraordinarily bright.

"Then that's why I was in a hurry to go downstairs?!" Jian Yiwei frowned.

He turned his face and replied, "Yes."

"Can't you send flowers on Valentine's Day?"

Lin Mingwei was choked by this question. After all, it was a joke and an unintentional remark, so he didn't think it was a big deal, "Wait until I find someone I like..." His tone was flat, and then he asked with a smile: "Hey, put this rose plant How about on the windowsill? That way it can be the first to see the sun."

"Very good," Jian Yiwei nodded casually, got up and tidied up the manuscript paper on the table, and said, "I'll go out for a while."

He froze for a moment, stopped looking at the crimson rose, and asked tentatively, "Where are you going when you're not writing songs in the studio?"

"Pick up Nali at the airport, you don't have to follow me today, just stay in the studio."

Before Lin Mingwei had time to say anything, he saw him rushing out of the studio.

"Today is Valentine's Day. You all go out on a date. I can build socialism by myself." He sighed, his eyes dimmed, his back slightly bent, and he looked away calmly at the window sill The crimson rose on the bed, whispering to herself: "The flower only blooms for one season, and I only love once."

The next morning, the clouds were flourishing and the clouds were glowing, and the air was just right.

Lin Mingwei went to the company as usual, walked into the studio slowly, and found that there were thick material books piled up on his desk, and he didn't feel anything wrong even if Jian Yiwei wasn't in the studio.

"Maybe he didn't come because he had something important to do..." He had been busy all morning sorting out and filling out the materials, and he didn't realize that Jian Yiwei hadn't come to the studio until noon.

At night, when Lin Mingwei was about to go home from work, a bad thought suddenly popped into his mind, "Could he have had an accident on the way to the company?!" He blamed himself for his wild thoughts, but he still couldn't let go, so Trying to call Jian Yiwei's mobile phone, the first call is in the off state, the second call is in the off state, and the third call is still in the off state.

"No, if something happened to him, the company would definitely notify me. If nothing happened, then, then...could it be an emotional problem?!" He thought in his mind, and a big question mark appeared in his heart, " Yesterday I said I went to the airport to pick up Nali and never came back. He is not a person who doesn’t care about work, and couples would occasionally quarrel. Could it be that they had a fight? Broken love?! Could it be that they are hiding somewhere and don’t want to see people?! Intuitively, he thought of what Li Nali had told him in the dressing room before that he was about to be unable to hold on, and a thought of breaking up between the two sprouted in his heart.

"Where is he going?!" Lin Mingwei kept searching for information in his mind, eager to find a clue, "Deep Cold Bar!" He murmured anxiously to himself, walked out of the studio quickly, and went straight to the bar by car as soon as he got downstairs.

"Is Jian Yiwei here?" His sudden appearance startled Chen Lenan who was bartending, but he felt that the person who should come the most was not the one he imagined, so he was stunned for a moment and stuttered: "Oh, yes, In room 116."

"Thank you."

Lin Mingwei ran towards the direction where his head was turned, carefully checked all the rooms he passed by, and finally found room 116 on the inside. He clenched his hands together, took a long breath to calm down his uneasiness, and then gently twisted the room. Open the door, although the light is a bit dim, but the silhouette lying on the sofa can be seen very clearly.

He walked over without saying a word, and silently helped clear up the empty wine bottles on the table. When he was about to pick up the wine bottle in Jian Yiwei's hand, he just woke up in a daze, looking drunk. I have never seen him so sad before, because of this, it also verified my inner guess, did they really love too deeply? !

"Why did you come here?"

Jian Yiwei's words blocked the thousand words in his heart.

"I think you might need my...need my help."

"I don't need your help." He closed his sour eyes, his voice was weak and ruthless.

Lin Mingwei smiled bitterly. It turned out that he had always been an unnecessary existence in the hearts of the people he cared about the most. He gently put down the empty wine bottle, slowly straightened up and was about to leave. When he was about to turn around, he saw Jian Yiwei beating in pain On the sofa, she shed tears and shouted "why".

"Since you can't let it go, and you can't bear to let go, then go and beg her to get back together..." He resisted the pain in his heart and persuaded, the tears in his eyes flowed down because he couldn't hold it, but he didn't respond to any words.

At this time, Chen Lenan suddenly opened the door and walked into the room, Lin Mingwei quickly wiped away the tears on his face, not wanting to be found sad by others.

"How is he?"

"Maybe he fell asleep..." In fact, he couldn't tell whether Jian Yiwei was awake or asleep, after all, he was so sad to ask himself why.

"Oh, let him stay here and rest."

He nods.

"I asked him what happened and didn't say anything. He just drank bottle after bottle, and he couldn't stop him."

"It seems to be an emotional problem."

"I see," Chen Lenan nodded, and continued, "Actually, I've thought about it too, but I'm not sure. After all, they've been in love for several years, and their relationship has always been good."

"Ah."

He touched his forehead, put his hands on his hips, and said quite reassuringly, "Since you are here to take care of him, I'll go back to the bar and continue working."

"Okay." Lin Mingwei nodded slightly, without saying a word, and when there were only two people left in the room, he sat down on the sofa gently, motionless, quietly looked at the man he liked, and said in a low voice: " Go to sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow, you may feel better, and everything will be fine."

Well, is everything going to be alright?