he has a clean freak

Yan Wangxiao woke up with a hangover, opened his eyes and found that he was sleeping on a familiar bed in the apartment, and he didn't know the time.

He didn't get up immediately, but half-closed his eyes and turned his head sideways, looking at the dazzling light source, trying to judge the time.The transparent floor-to-ceiling windows are clean, and the golden curtains are neatly folded on both sides. Looking up, the air is thin, and the sky is very high, light blue, and there is no trace of cloud.

It should be hot outside.

The back room was air-conditioned all night, and the temperature was pleasant.

He sat up and rubbed his aching head.It hurts when I think about it, and it hurts even more when I think about the sad things yesterday.He had to lie back, turned sideways, and stared at the sky for a while.The blue sky is very simple, but the things between people are very complicated.

Is there the Jade Emperor on it, or is it God, the god of destiny, who manipulates the trajectory of people's destiny?He gestured a middle finger towards the void.

But soon realized that it was a bit of a mistake, and retracted his fingers angrily.

He is a man, and he doesn't have so many poems that hurt the spring and the autumn.After getting drunk, he vented his emotions and became a tough guy again.He felt sick, and the nausea didn't lie in the setbacks, but in the sudden coldness. He had a human heart, and it wasn't made of stone, and it wasn't made of iron. It was rusty, and the pain and injury should win the hearts of many relatives and friends. , fans compatriots to understand it?

Take out your phone and log on to Weibo for a long-lost update:

"It's not the first time, nor the last time, that I've lost my love. However, today's weather is really nice." He immediately took a photo of the blue sky outside the window and attached it to the text.

He has a group of loyal fans who will immediately like, repost, and comment on his posts, but he doesn't understand why they follow him other than his looks.In addition, he has a considerable number of sunspots, who will quickly criticize and criticize his posts, often shouting why there is no downvote function, and he quite understands why they don't like him.

No, some commented: "How scumbag Yan Zha is, it just depends on how many people he dumps, this kind of person is not worthy of love, fans wake up."

He didn't like watching it, so he turned to his friends' Weibo to browse around, and when he saw something interesting, he would comment or repost it.Strolling over to Lin Shangke's place, I deliberately looked through the comments below.His good friend had a disfigured face in an accident while filming a while ago, and after returning from plastic surgery abroad, he was besieged by unknowing and harsh people, and now he is afraid that he is struggling.She is too low-key and out of gregarious. She rarely socializes with people in the circle, and she doesn't post much news to communicate with fans. When something happens, even fans are at a loss and even beat her up. It can be said that the entertainment industry is a tragedy.

He reposted Lin Shangke's Weibo post seven days ago again, commenting: "Ah Ke, I support you and look forward to the next masterpiece."

He exited the interface, swiped a round of Moments, pushed the daily news, and finally deleted all the chat records, text messages, call records, photos, and videos with Kong Sen on the phone.

After doing this, he stretched his waist greatly, stretched his muscles and bones, and got up from the bed.First went to the bathroom to take a good shower, changed into clean clothes, and after washing, the ordered lunch was delivered.At about two o'clock, when he was bending over to put on his shoes at the door, he suddenly let out a deep sigh, as if he could exhale a lot of powerlessness from his chest.Then I stood up, took the file bag containing the music materials, and opened the door to go out.

But unexpectedly, I met a person at the door.

Kong Sen.

He sat by the door with his knees bent, his eyes were dull, and there were heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if he had been sitting here all night.Hearing the movement, he immediately stood up on the spot, grabbed his pants nervously, and said angrily, "Second, Second Young Master..."

Yan Wangxiao closed the door, took a few steps back and looked at him with the file bag between his arms, and said, "What else are you here for?"

"I...I called you yesterday, but you didn't answer. I knocked on the door for a long time, but you didn't answer..."

"I've blacklisted you, so of course I can't get through. I was so drunk last night, so I couldn't hear you. Do you have any questions?"

Kong Sen understood the reason behind his words, and his eyes turned red, "I was framed by someone, I don't want to do that, they got me drunk and asked me to play that kind of script for fun. Second Young Master, I love you, Those are all fake."

Yan Wangxiao was extremely patient when facing his regretful ex-lover, "Isn't that person your first love?"

"...Yes. But..."

Yan Wangxiao sighed, "Sen, don't be too ugly." He took out his mobile phone, operated on the mobile phone, and pulled Kong Sen out of the blacklist, "I know that incident was quite a big deal in school, and you also It's hard. If you have difficulties in the future, you can still contact me, but Yan Shi, you can't enter again, because my elder brother won't tolerate you."

He swiped out a check and handed it to him, "We were once happy together. Go back and tidy yourself up and solve the problem. Everyone has the right to pursue true love. It's not wrong to rekindle old feelings. If you like that person, go for it."

"Second Young Master..." Kong Sen didn't take the check, he didn't know how to explain it, how to redeem it.He looked like he was about to cry, he squeezed his mouth and endured it, then covered his face with his hands like a collapse, knelt down and cried.

Yan Wangxiao didn't want to see a big man crying bitterly, so he patted the top of his head and left a check when he passed by.

"Second Young Master, don't you believe me?"

After walking a few steps, Kong Sen asked behind him.

Yan Wangxiao paused, thought for a while, and continued to walk forward, whispering to himself: I don't know...

"You didn't believe me!"

Kong Sen roared heart-piercingly, and the echo echoed in the stairwell.

I don't know how things got to that point.It was already a month later when Yan Wangxiao completely walked out of the shadow of broken love and betrayal.During this period, her singing skills improved rapidly, and her emotions were in place, which was greatly appreciated by her teacher Xue Wenbin. Soon she was officially signed to a record company and debuted as a singer.

Hearing the news that Kong Sen had accidentally become a vegetable, Yan Wangxiao was shocked.After looking for Song Li to find out, I found out that Kong Sen was living a very bad life. Not only did he not get a degree certificate, his reputation was damaged, his future was ruined, and even his boyfriend abandoned him and fled abroad.Kong Sen drank his worries all day long and squandered his life. One day when he came home early in the morning, he accidentally fell and fell down a long and steep stone step in the park. He was found and sent to the hospital for treatment when someone passed by at dawn.After the accident, he was not sent to the hospital in time. Although his life was out of danger, he became a vegetable.

At that time, he felt a little blocked.

On the second day, Song Li told him that Kong Sen died...

City Y was sweltering in the early summer, and Liang Songying, accompanied by Xiao Ting, went to a private hospital to remove the plaster cast under the scorching sun.After entering Dr. He's consultation room, Liang Songying was left alone, and Xiao Ting went out to wait outside.

The hospital was relatively deserted at this time. He sat on the bench doing nothing, staring at the patients passing by, guessing which celebrity was under the sunglasses and mask.Unexpectedly, he saw Song Li, Yan Er Shao's manager.But he seemed to be in a hurry, so he just nodded and left in a hurry with a bag of medicine.

Xiao Ting didn't mention what happened just now until Liang Songying finished his follow-up consultation, decided to undergo leg rehabilitation treatment, and completed the hospitalization procedures.

"Second Young Master hasn't been to Fei'er Bar for a long time, so he won't be sick?"

"You really care about him. But I haven't contacted him for a long time, so I don't know his current situation."

Xiao Ting was a little surprised: "I thought you had a good relationship with him, otherwise I wouldn't have taken special care of him during the period when you weren't here. That troublesome guy, knowing that the bar was drinking, ordered me to make milk tea several times."

Liang Songying didn't expect him to be "love the house and black", and said with a smile: "I seem to be friendly with him?"

"You usually don't chat with unfamiliar people in bars, let alone introduce people to me."

Mentioning this, Liang Songying laughed a few times to cover up her embarrassment.

He was ashamed to bring up his dirty idea.At that time, I thought that Fu Yu was suppressed by Xiao Wei, the president of Rongguang Records, and Xuezang was suppressed. Rongguang belonged to Yan Shi, so maybe the second young master could say a few words to help.Called Fu Yu to get close, and his face was ashamed, and then the second young master came over by himself...

The two discussed this topic, and then talked about Fu Yu's recent situation.Speaking of her participation in a music festival in G City in the south, her stage style and singing skills have been recognized and appreciated by many people. It seems that this trip has gained a lot.

"It's gold that will never be buried. I've always been optimistic about her." Liang Songying laughed.

Xiao Ting also gave a rare smile, "Yes. Every step forward is not easy for her. Everyone is."

After sending Xiao Ting away, Liang Songying rested her arms on her pillow, thinking about the sudden inspiration recently, and then composed the opening melody.He is inspired by a person who keeps chasing love, but keeps falling in love, and uses persistent love as the theme of expression, from the tender and affectionate in the prelude, to the gradual agitation, to the peaceful and lingering at the end.

Like a detached dandelion, floating with the wind, nostalgic for the wind and never resenting it, enjoying every journey with the wind, safe after landing, and waiting for the next gust of wind.

The prototype that gave him this musical inspiration was Yan Wangxiao.

Regarding the news of Yan Wangxiao's lovelorn again, calm returned after a few days of excitement.The sluggish performance in front of the camera and the gloomy face were also interpreted by the media as the blow of this breakup was too great, the giant will fall down one day, and the brave will also be deterred one day.

Liang Songying thought about it for a long time, and thought she might as well let go of her grudges.Send a message to ask him how he is doing recently, and make an appointment to have dinner together.

The news fell like a stone, and there was no reply.

It was mid-August when I fully recovered from the hospital and was able to walk out with strong legs.

After regaining the ability to walk freely, Liang Songying did not rush into work.First, I went back to my grandparents’ house in the south, lived and chatted with the two old people, walked around for a few days, and then flew to France to reunite with my family.It was more than half a month before I returned to City Y and played around with my friends for a few days.

Packing himself up young and handsome, he set off from the apartment full of fighting spirit.Stepping into Yuhuang Records Entertainment Company again, seeing the long-lost manager Chen Xing, he gave him a big hug as soon as he met.

"Chen Xing, long time no see, have you been busy recently?"

"Speaking of tragedy, those two newcomers are no better than you were back then. They don't understand anything, but they just pretend to understand. It's too dishonest. There have been a lot of oolongs. Just cleaning up the mess is exhausting."

Liang Songying laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "Newcomers are like this, walking on thin ice, afraid of being looked down upon by others, and after getting used to it, they will start to get better. Don't complain, do more, maybe you will be able to win a superstar in the future."

"I know, I still need you to teach me."

"Isn't it worrying about a friend out of a great friendship?"

"Worry about yourself." Chen Xing shook his head, pointing him to several huge posters in the company lobby.

On the poster is a newcomer named Lan Junli, a talented singer that the company hired from another family a few months ago.He knew a little bit about it, and bought a CD to study and appreciate. His image and singing style are similar to him: extraordinary in appearance, full of talent, able to sing, dance and compose, and has a large number of young fans.

Some netizens once compared him with Lan Junli, and opened an analysis post to compare the pros and cons. They were divided into the Liang faction and the Lan faction to compete with each other.

Some people say that Liang Songying is already out.

He is particularly sensitive to that word.

He stood in the middle of the lobby staring at the poster, a little lost in thought.Chen Xing suddenly tugged at him, and said in a low voice: "Oops, sneaked into the reporter, the scene just now might have been photographed." As he spoke, Liang Songying walked upstairs with worry in his eyes.

As the manager in charge, he explained as he walked: "Don't think too much, take it step by step, and you will gradually return to normal working conditions."

Liang Songying agreed with a "hmm".

But when Chen Xing told him that the song he chose three months ago had been handed over to the newcomers to sing, and he had no other work arrangements for the time being, he had no choice but to leave the company with a heavy heart.That evening, the entertainment section of the Evening News posted a picture of him looking at Lan Junli's large poster, with the headline "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, the old ones cry and the new ones laugh" and "Superstars will eventually fall".

After another half a month of leisure, I received an invitation letter from Lemon TV, inviting him to be a special guest on the fifth episode of a large-scale singing competition program under the TV station - "The God of Songs Debut" on September [-] , Singing to help warm up the show at the beginning of the show, and then participating in the singer's commentary.

I asked Chen Xing about the schedule at that time, but found that there was no arrangement yet, so Chen Xing suggested that he take it.

Before that, it was the September [-]th Chongyang Mountain Climbing and Worship Festival.That day, he drove out alone and went to a nearby flower shop to choose a bouquet of chrysanthemums.When paying, the shopkeeper stopped wrapping up the bouquet, answered an order call with apologetic eyes, asked the shop assistant to choose a bouquet of flowers specified by the customer, and delivered it to the owner of a black BMW with the license plate number XXXXXX outside the shop.

The shopkeeper said politely while looking for money: "I'm sorry to keep you waiting for a long time."

Liang Songying under the mask and sunglasses said: "It's okay, your business is good."

The shopkeeper smiled, "Today is a holiday."

Liang Songying took the flowers, said thank you, and left. The shop owner said behind him: "Guests, please go slowly, welcome to visit next time."

Holding the flowers in her arms, Liang Songying went to the parking spot to pick up the car. Passing by the conspicuous black BMW, she deliberately took a second look.The female shop assistant was bending over and excitedly talking to the car owner, vaguely familiar words such as "signature" and "fan".Curiously, he turned a few steps forward and poked his head to look.

A familiar face came into view.

Sure enough, it was the second young master who hadn't seen him for two months.

Slowing down, not knowing whether to go up to say hello, at this moment, the female shop assistant turned around and returned to the shop with an excited smile, and Yan Wangxiao also looked up and saw him.So he stopped, stood there, took off his sunglasses and mask to reveal his face, smiled at Yan Wangxiao from a distance, and then paced over.

Yan Wangxiao was a little dazed, watching him approach, an imperceptible irritability quickly flashed across his face.

This scene seems familiar.

One night a long time ago, he drove behind Liang Songying, watching him walk slowly along the river, rubbing his waist occasionally.When he stopped for the sixth time to rest on the river rail, playing with a cigarette passing by him in his hand, he decided to give him a ride. Hearing the sound of the trumpet, Liang Songying came from the river, bent down , speak to him.Still trying to be brave, tell him to go first.

Liang Songying came over, bent down, and smiled: "Second Young Master? It's been a long time. Y City is so big, and you and I ran into each other here."

Yan Wangxiao said wearily, "I'm here to buy flowers, so are you?"

Liang Songying shook the flower, "Yes." He paused and looked at Yan Wangxiao, "Second Young Master, what's wrong with you? You don't look very good."

"It's okay." Yan Wangxiao turned around and asked, "Get in the car?" He unlocked the passenger seat door.

Liang Songying opened the car door and got in.

Yan Wangxiao asked casually, "Are you going to the Xishan Cemetery?"

"Yes, by the way?"

Yan Wangxiao said "Yes", "Leg is good?" Before he could answer, he started the engine, "Are you afraid of throwing you out again?"

Liang Songying quickly buckled up her seat belt to stop his nonsensical actions, "Wait a minute, Second Young Master, I have a car, so I'll park it over there."

Yan Wangxiao turned to look at him, "Don't worry about the car, can you walk with me?"

Liang Songying looked at him for a few seconds, "It's okay to risk your life to accompany Second Young Master, I believe Second Young Master's driving skills are not that bad."

"Then you have to trust me." Yan Wangxiao's tone was delicate.

The car hits the road.

Many people went to the cemetery in the western suburbs to worship, and the road conditions were relatively congested, stopping and going.

Yan Wangxiao looked very focused on driving and was not distracted from talking, but Liang Songying felt that this silence was unusual and tried to find topics to invigorate the atmosphere.

"Second Young Master, can I send you that violation ticket?"

"Are you short of that money?"

"It's a little bit of sincerity."

"I give."

"... Just kidding... If you don't mind me asking, who is Second Young Master going to see?"

"a friend."

"As it happens, I'm also a friend."

"It's not the same." Yan Wangxiao said casually: "Mine is the ex-lover, is yours? What's the matter with Luo?"

The atmosphere in the car seemed to drop to freezing point, Liang Songying was still looking at the road ahead, her expression only slightly opened her mouth to express surprise.He was silent for a while, Yan Wangxiao didn't seem to intend to say anything to explain why he knew.Feeling uncomfortable, I replied coldly: "No."

The matter has been clearly revealed, and the two know it well.

Before the combination, the second young master asked him if he had a child out of wedlock. At that time, his suspicion of the second young master was confirmed: the second young master asked someone to investigate him.

Yan Wangxiao knew that Liang Songying knew.

The car still stopped and went, but Yan Wangxiao became a little irritable, and honked the horn several times on the way to express his dissatisfaction with the road conditions.

"Second Young Master, don't worry, we'll get there anyway, it's still early before dark." Liang Songying was also a little annoyed by him. .

Yan Wangxiao still looked at the road ahead, remained silent, his eyes became deep, but he didn't honk the horn again.

"Second Young Master."

After hesitating for a long time, Liang Songying still asked, "I...offended you, you?"

When Yan Wangxiao heard the polite change from "you" to "you", he almost laughed angrily, "Damn it!" Regardless of the slow driving in the middle of the road, he cut in front of a car, moved to the side of the road, passed Liang Songying and opened the car door, "Get out."

Liang Songying took a deep look at him, took the mobile phone bouquet, and got out of the car.Standing on the side of the road with heavy traffic, watching Yan Wangxiao close the car door with a "bang", get back to his seat and press the steering wheel and clutch.The car drove forward.He put on a mask and sunglasses, carefully following the traffic.

I checked the map with my mobile phone, and if I walked along the Panshan Highway, I was still more than ten kilometers away from the mountainside.He decided to go a little further and climb up the stone steps from a fork there.The stone steps in the forest are relatively flat and easy to walk, but they were overtaken by some people on the way. They probably climbed up the stone steps from the foot of the mountain.

When Yan Wangxiao called, he resisted the urge to press it for a second, stared at the caller ID hesitantly, and finally answered helplessly.

"Where are you, I can't see you."

"We haven't reached the mountainside yet."

"Of course I know. With your injured leg, you haven't been able to reach the mountainside yet. Where are you?"

"I climbed the stone steps, maybe it's almost to the mountainside, I'm not sure."

"Find a place to sit and wait for me."

"..."

Before she had time to refuse, Liang Songying looked at the mobile phone that was beeping, beeping, beeping, and was speechless for a while.An old man with strong feet came up from the bottom of the mountain. Seeing him sitting on a rock, he said to him earnestly: "Young man, turn a corner and climb a dozen steps to reach the mountainside. I can't hold on to this road." , young people nowadays..."

Liang Songying felt ashamed, felt that she was so stupid waiting here, thanked her quickly, and continued to crawl behind the old man.Sure enough, after turning a corner, human voices began to be heard.

After passing through the crowd and directly entering the cemetery area, it became much quieter.

"I'm already here." Send a text message to Yan Wangxiao.

When Yan Wangxiao was out of breath and found Liang Songying in front of the tombstone, not to mention how stinky his face was, he suspected that Liang Songying was deliberately playing him for revenge.Liang Songying kicked her injured leg and said that she was very satisfied with the recovery.

Throwing a bottle of mineral water at him, Yan Wangxiao sat on the ground, calmed his breath, and looked towards the tombstone.There are already several bouquets of flowers in front of the tombstone, maybe family or friends came to worship in the morning.In the black and white posthumous photo, there is a handsome man with peaceful eyes and a peaceful smile on the corner of his mouth.

The dead are happy, the living are sad.