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I put all my energy into this draft competition, and the competition system of Shengshi Entertainment is surprisingly fair. After a few rounds of PK, I was promoted again and again, and I also accumulated a group of fans.

Coupled with the fact that my former actor status and years of not being popular were dug up, the program team may have thought that there was something to be speculated, and they marketed me a low-key and capable persona who is full of film and television songs.

Fans call me Prince of Love Songs, a very tacky nickname, but at least there is a spark.Occasionally when I log on to Weibo, I will see fans who complain about me. They wonder why I have been buried for so many years?However, there are more than one or two people like me in the circle, and I am all lucky.

I admit, I want to be popular this time - I am obviously enough to match Luo Minglang.We have known each other and loved each other since we were young, and we have gone through ups and downs all the way to the present. If Luo Minglang still betrays me like this, I will probably never believe in love again.

During the entire competition of "Tomorrow's Superstar", I felt like I was on a stimulant, and the accumulated emotions poured out in the form of composing and writing lyrics.All my original songs are written for Luo Minglang, and every time I sang softly amidst the attention and applause of the crowd, it is a subtle and grand confession to him.

It's a pity that the object of the confession is too far away from me, and the lights on the stage are too bright, so I can't always see his face clearly.After stepping off the stage, we had to keep a distance to avoid suspicion. We were clearly separated by only [-] meters, but we were even more distant than when we were in a real "long-distance relationship".

I reached the finals as a dark horse, and my popularity and net worth have risen. There is still a week before the last recording, and the program team rarely gave everyone a vacation.

"I'm sorry, I obviously didn't disclose what happened that night..." I received this strange phone call in the middle of the night. sorry Sorry--"

"Who are you?" I was puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

Before he could ask why, the phone was hung up.The next person who dialed in was my sister editor, her voice sounded extremely anxious: "Brother Qiao, what's the matter with you and Brother Minglang? Check Weibo!"

The little drowsiness I had left finally disappeared.Luo Minglang "had an announcement" again today and did not return to our common "home". I was the only one in the big dark room.I opened Weibo as I said, and the number in the message prompt made me shudder.island.Xi.group.Team.alone.Home.

Just click on one of them, and you can see the root cause of all this.The relationship between Luo Minglang and me was exposed, and the moving pictures of our tugging and hugging downstairs in the apartment more than a year ago were photographed, and the faces of the two were clearly photographed, plus some specious evidence from the past, the whole article The breaking news is well written.

The Internet has memories. The relationship between me and Luo Minglang was exposed once before. At that time, I chose to "clarify" considering his parents' thoughts and his stardom.And now that the old account has been turned over, I can hardly think of how to deal with it.

At this time, Luo Minglang's name was already listed at the top of the hot search list, and passers-by were not too aggressive, and the fans' attitudes were polarized.In fact, there are already celebrities who have come out in the circle, and Tang Yu, the current lover of President Li Li Shaoyan mentioned by Luo Minglang, is one of them.

I have also heard their stories. Halfway through the recording of "Tomorrow's Superstar", the senior management of Shengyu suddenly became turbulent. Li Shaoyan was exposed to tax issues. One after another, he has resigned, and Tang Yu is still not popular. reduce.

When the "Li Tang" love affair was first exposed, it was a bloodbath, but Li Shaoyan's frank attitude attracted fans. Sexual orientation is a very personal thing, and a person's orientation has nothing to do with his professional ability.

Then, can Luo Minglang and I be like them?If it is made public, it will definitely have an impact on Luo Minglang and my career, but after the pain, what I can imagine is a brighter future.

If it is really not accepted by the public, the worst is to quit the entertainment industry. We are not rich, but we are not short of money. I am willing to start from scratch with him at any time.

Thinking in this way, I started to contact Luo Minglang, and I even felt a strange excitement in my heart. I seemed to have been looking forward to this day, looking forward to standing side by side with him openly and honestly, telling everyone that we love each other.

But I found that I couldn't get through to Luo Minglang's phone at all, his private number was always busy, and finally turned off altogether; I couldn't get in touch with his assistant and manager, and the messages I sent him on WeChat were all gone.

My heart, which had just warmed up, cooled down bit by bit, until in the early hours of the morning, I received a call from Luo Minglang's new manager.I knew the original Chen Chen, but now I am not familiar with this one at all. I only heard that calm and composed female voice comfortingly said to me: "Mr. care."

"Minglang's Shengyu is already doing urgent public relations, Mr. Qiao...you just need to keep silent, and then cooperate with Shengyu's press release to clarify."

My complexion probably didn't look very good, so I paused for a moment before stabilizing my voice, and asked her in a tone that didn't reveal much emotion: "Is this what Luo Minglang meant?"

The female manager said: "Of course, Shengyu respects the artist's wishes. Mr. Qiao, I can tell you the truth. Minglang and Zheng Xinran are going to take advantage of the situation to announce their relationship. You don't have to worry about your reputation being affected..."

reputation?How could I care about such a thing?I was dumbfounded by her words, and it was more of a kind of bitterness that I had expected.

I don't know how I hung up the phone in the end, the sky has gradually brightened up, it should be a clear sunny day, but I seem to be drowned by the invisible downpour.

It can be seen that Shengshi Entertainment spent a lot of money to do crisis public relations for Luo Minglang, and the popularity of the scandal was suppressed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even more smoke bombs exploded to divert attention.

At noon, I saw a photo of Luo Minglang and Zheng Xinran traveling together in Hong Kong from the headlines of the entertainment section. The two described themselves as intimate, talking and laughing, and walking hand in hand in luxury stores.

And judging from the clothes and hairstyle, this is obviously not a new picture, but an old picture that was photographed and not released earlier - I already guessed which time it was, it turned out that the bunch of gifts that Luo Minglang gave me were all I bought it with Zheng Xinran.

The next step is the official announcement of the love affair, which directly shattered the homosexual scandal. The "friend theory" I once said on the talk show was also turned out, and some netizens even compiled it. The bizarre story of Luo Minglang and I, two men competing for one woman.

When the matter was basically settled, I didn't say a word, and I didn't even go out of the house. Luo Minglang's call came late at this time.

Disappointed to the extreme, the rest was incomparably calm, I just asked lightly: "You don't explain?"

"I..." The melodious male voice I had heard countless times became a little harsh at this moment, Luo Minglang seemed to be struggling a bit, but in the end he didn't say anything, and we faced each other silently across the phone.

Also, there is nothing to explain. The cruel reality that I have been unwilling to face has been displayed in front of me in a cruel way.

"Isn't it..."

"Minglang!" Luo Minglang was about to say something, when Zheng Xinran's voice interrupted all of this, and her cheerful tone was very cheerful, "Who are you calling? Look at my new hairstyle today, it looks good ……"

The voice on the other side of the phone became more and more blurred, the busy tone sounded, and the call ended.

I was clutching my cold cell phone in a daze. The 17-year-old Luo Minglang once held my hand and said: "We will be together forever." But "forever" is not as simple as it is said.

Unilateral dedication without a bottom line is a bottomless abyss, and I should have understood this truth long ago.

I still remember that when we were in our third year of high school, we went to the art test together. Luo Minglang didn't have much money, and he was unwilling to accept my "help", so we stayed in the cheapest hotel together.Because it was far away from the school where the school exam was taking, I had to get up early to queue up. Beijing was freezing cold in the early winter morning, but he was able to squeeze hot soybean milk into my hand when I woke up.

At night, we hugged each other and lay on a single bed less than 1.5 meters high, chest to chest, heavy and rhythmic heartbeats intertwined, and even our breathing blended with each other.

Later, we entered the same university, took classes together every day, rehearsed together, ate three meals a day, and were inseparable.During the holidays, I went to travel together to collect pictures, and I specially bought a SLR to take various photos for him and run his social account.

Back then we had the best dreams, the long nights we spent together, the hoarse lines we practiced and the improv performances we broke down crying, the countless falls in the practice room and the sweat soaking our clothes were all worth it of.

That was our happiest time.

I should have known that at the end of that summer many years ago, the story of our youth had already ended. Since then, the little prince who knows nothing about the world has stepped out of the ivory tower and fallen into the dust of the world.

I have seen Luo Minglang's enthusiasm and purity, but he has gradually become indifferent and selfish. No matter how good he was before, there will be a big gap now.

Love to the end is helpless.

How can people change?

I do not know.

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After shutting myself up in my apartment for a few days, it became clear to me that I had been broken up unilaterally.

Sometimes it really only takes an opportunity to figure something out, and when the sun rose that day, I made a decision.

I have never regretted that I loved someone sincerely and gave him all the emotions and energy I could, but that's all.

Maybe I was a fan of the authorities, I also made a lot of wrong choices in this relationship, and both of us are responsible for this result.

I will never be hysterical because of being "abandoned". Not all good relationships in this world can start well and end well, but I hope at least to get together and part ways, to save some face for each other.

In the past ten years, I have witnessed the deterioration of a love, and this lesson is enough for me.

The change of blood at the top of Shengshi Entertainment did not affect the normal recording and marketing of "Tomorrow's Superstar".When I proposed to withdraw from the competition, the school girls and the director who initially dragged me into the program group advised me not to act rashly.

Of course I am not acting on my own will, I have always been very principled in doing things, only Luo Minglang could break my principles before, but now he has nothing to do with me.

Out of human affection, I still agreed to the director's proposal to contribute another chance to hype "Tomorrow's Superstar", and formally bid farewell to all my "fans".

I simply wondered if the director of the show knew something. In the blind selection song PK session, the song I randomly drew was "Success".Luo Minglang was sitting in the judges' seat, and I was standing on the stage, separated by a crowd of audiences holding lamp signs and cheering banners. The lights were too bright, and I could only see his phantom.

"She promised you sweet words and sweet words, and I only have one fulfillment that I don't regret. It fulfills your today and tomorrow, and fulfills my next summer..."

When the last note fell, I bowed deeply to the audience. There were applause and cheers and screams, and some fans kept calling my name. I just waved my hand to signal everyone to stay calm for a while.

The live audiences were all screened by the program group, and they had a high degree of cooperation to better complete the program effect, and they really gradually quieted down.

Then I slowly said: "I am very grateful to all the fans and audiences who have always supported and encouraged me. I said a long time ago that I participated in this competition for one person."

"Now, he has found his happiness, no one listens to my love songs."

I still couldn't hold back the tears in my eyes, my voice paused, and I continued with a little apology: "So, I decided to leave the stage of "Tomorrow's Superstar", I wish you all bright stars in the future, this is my last time for Everyone sing, thank you."

After bowing again to all the audience and cameras, I got off the stage from the lifting platform no matter how noisy and restless the audience was.

At the age of 17, the boy I met who was shining all over his body finally gradually dimmed in the passing years and disappeared from everyone.

At the age of 27, I once drove by the gate of the old high school by chance. Outside the window, students wearing dark blue loose school uniforms walked out of the school in twos and threes, laughing and carrying schoolbags.A few boys were chasing and fighting, drifting away.

I love Luo Minglang, 17-year-old Luo Minglang.

But all love is time-sensitive.

Bowl.

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"No matter where you go, you should remember that the past is false, memory is an endless road, all past springs will no longer exist, and even the most tenacious and frenzied love is nothing more than a kind of love in the end. fleeting reality."

- García Márquez, "One Hundred Years of Solitude"