he has a clean freak

No matter how clean and self-conscious male and female stars are, no matter whether they are popular or not, once they get involved with Yan Ershao, the media will probably fabricate an ambiguous affair.

The mainstream entertainment media didn't catch on to the matter, but just told the fact that the two met by chance in a bar.

Third-rate small newspapers, magazines, and websites use exaggerated to distorted news headlines in order to attract attention and increase sales and traffic, such as:

#报问凯二少第32次爱情#

#梁松影: I have never been in love, so I like men#

The following article is full of nonsense, imagining the relationship between the two out of thin air, estimating the possibility of becoming a lover, doubting Liang Songying's sexuality, and predicting what type of man he admires.Although some people didn't take it seriously, they still watched the excitement. Online chattering was even more unscrupulous for CP, and they spoke freely.

The new album "Waiting for You" is in the promotion period, but fortunately the media and the public's attention has not been shifted to his personal relationship, so Liang Songying is quietly relieved.

On the evening of the recording day of "What Regrets in This Life", Liang Songying appeared in the recording studio with his assistant Chen Xing. When she saw Yan Wangxiao sitting on a chair outside the recording studio, she was surprised, "Second Young Master, good evening, why are you here?" here?"

"Come to learn from Mr. Liang, don't you mind? I have already greeted the sound engineer and producer, and I will try not to disturb you. I will try my best to be a transparent person." After Yan Wangxiao finished speaking, he smiled.

"...No, stay as long as you like." Liang Songying also smiled, "It's just a bit of a surprise. In my opinion, the second young master's change of career as a singer is already very courageous. Looking at it now, he is not usually hardworking and studious. If things go on like this, Incredible."

"There must be a day when Alan will be impressed."

Yan Wangxiao's voice was deep and magnetic, and when he spoke with a subdued voice, there was something else inexplicably added.

"I'll wait and see." Liang Songying said, his eyes lingering on Yan Wangxiao for two more seconds.

Yan Wangxiao was tall and tall, with his long legs folded, his back leaning on a chair, and his sitting posture was very relaxed.I don't know if the family environment has nurtured him since he was a child, even if he just sits there, he exudes a sense of nobility and superiority from his posture.

Liang Songying greeted the sound engineer, and entered the recording room alone.After getting ready, he glanced at the control room. Yan Wangxiao was standing behind the sound engineer and producer, also looking at him.It's okay for Yan Wangxiao to be alone, but once he is put together with others, he looks too outstanding.

It is so good that it brings a sense of oppression virtually.

For Liang Songying, it was just a sense of oppression, and turning her eyes away made her feel light.

But he didn't know that for ordinary people, for lovers who get along with Yan Wangxiao day and night, they would feel ashamed and bow their heads to him.

Say to the microphone: "I'm ready, can you play the accompaniment first so I can get familiar with it, Sam?"

For the first time, Liang Songying was a little nervous when she heard the dry voice, she was not in a good state, and sang a few broken notes.Ask to do it all over again.

The second time, it didn't feel right.Again.

The third time, Liang Songying didn't know what was wrong, she always felt that she didn't sing well, and the effect changed.Again.

For the fourth time, I asked to do it all over again.The sound engineer said: "Actually, it's not bad. Lan, do you want to play it back and listen to it again? After all, the sound heard by the monitor earphones is a bit dry, and you have experience, right?"

"Okay, let's play it again."

After Liang Songying heard it, "It's not a problem with the sound, it's because I don't have a good grasp of the emotion of the whole song. Devin, what do you think?" He asked the producer for his opinion.

Devin said tolerantly: "Lan, you are demanding every time. Listening to you, the final effect is getting better and better. Or, let's play the accompaniment first, and if you feel that you are in a good state, we will stop and record again?"

"Okay, thank you."

Liang Songying just stayed in the recording room, and the accompaniment was played over and over again, and he sometimes sang there by himself, feeling out.After an unknown amount of time, when he almost forgot himself, he gestured without looking at the control room, and said directly, "Let's start recording."

This time, Liang Songying hesitated for a while, and thought it was okay, it was over.

It's just that some sentences and paragraphs are not perfect, so they need to be recorded separately.

Liang Songying repeated the recording line by line, sometimes excited and sometimes depressed, tireless, but the more he sang, the more flavorful he was, reaching the perfection he expected.At the very least, Yan Wangxiao noticed that Liang Songying was a little cautious. He seemed to be looking for perfection in the recording studio, but in fact he was not confident enough in his singing performance. Others thought it was good, but he himself could not appreciate himself at this time.This feeling for a long time, will give birth to depression.

Yan Wangxiao can always see Liang Songying's slightly flawed posture, but trying to get closer to perfection.There are self-confidence that is almost narcissistic, but there are also doubts and uncertainties, sometimes going forward bravely, sometimes timid and cautious.In the end, I was able to produce a good work, which is gratifying, and I feel that no matter how hard it is, it is worth looking forward to, and I will not give up.

Yan Wangxiao has seen many people who pursue perfection, but none of them are as unpretentious as Liang Songying, who feels sincere and natural to him.His person is like his singing voice, his love is deep and natural.

In the end, Liang Songying got stuck on two high-pitched lines, and repeated recording many times, but felt that the voice performance was not good enough.

Devin said: "Lan, there is also a powerful post-production. I think the post-production should be able to achieve the effect you requested."

It was too late after recording.

Liang Songying invited several people to have supper.

Yan Wangxiao picked up the wet fried rice noodles in the lunch box, "Lan, no wonder your records are of such high quality."

Liang Songying ate his favorite Cantonese-style fried beef and drank two sips of cold beer. Yan Wangxiao could see that he was smiling reluctantly, his upper body was slightly bent and he was about to lie down on the table, and he beat his waist from time to time.

"There is a lot of credit for the later stage." Liang Songying explained to him, "Moreover, a well-made song is the result of everyone's hard work, from composition, arrangement, lyrics to singer recording, and post-production, the relationship between them is inseparable. "

"Teached."

"..."

Yan Wangxiao just poked the rice noodles with his chopsticks, and neither ate nor drank. Seeing that Liang Songying's lunch box was empty, he put the noodles there to make up for it. In exchange for Liang Songying's surprised expression, he stretched out his chopsticks to stop him You are welcome to eat.Yan Wangxiao saw his pair of chopsticks being touched by the chopsticks that Liang Songying had sucked, and said, "You eat it, I don't like it."

"Okay, why didn't you say it when you ordered earlier?"

"I'm not hungry."

Liang Songying had a keen mind and noticed something abnormal, so she glanced at him suspiciously.

Yan Wangxiao lowered his head to avoid his scrutiny, but saw some yellow oil stains on the sleeves of the black coat.He couldn't help frowning, it should be that when he pushed the evidence just now, he wiped the oil of fried noodles.This spot is actually inconspicuous. It's on the bottom of the sleeve and can't be seen when you turn your wrist.He took out the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped it carefully bit by bit.He couldn't wipe it clean, so he tried harder and harder. Suddenly, he stood up, "Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom." Without waiting for anyone to respond, he walked away holding his sleeves and raising his hands.

Liang Songying had been observing him just now, but now seeing that he lost his composure, she stood up with her waist supported, "I'll go too."

Liang Songying pushed open the bathroom door and saw Yan Wangxiao standing by the sink, putting a corner of his sleeve under the faucet, and kept wiping it with a white handkerchief while flushing the fine water.After wiping the stain for a while, he frowned and poked hard with his finger through the handkerchief instead.

"Second Young Master, Second Young Master!" Liang Songying called him several times, but Yan Wangxiao didn't seem to hear him, and didn't respond at all.He stepped forward and patted Yan Wangxiao on the shoulder, "Second Young Master, you can't wash it off like this, and your clothes are almost ruined by you. Go home and wash them with laundry detergent. You can take them off first, and don't wear them if your sleeves are soaked."

I don't know which sentence touched Yan Wangxiao's action mechanism, as if he pressed a pause button, Yan Wangxiao stopped all his actions abruptly.He stared at the dirty thing with only smudges on the sleeve material, and looked at it in disgust for a while, before he took off the coat neatly and held it between two fingers.As soon as he turned around, Liang Songying couldn't dodge back in time. With a "bang", the two shoulders collided, and Yan Wangxiao's leather shoes stepped on his feet heavily.

Liang Songying jumped away with one hand holding her injured foot and leaning against the sink with the other.Yan Wangxiao was startled by him, "Lan, when did you come?"

Liang Songying looked at him in surprise, "I've been here for a while."

"Then why don't you make a sound?" Yan Wangxiao was gloating, with a deserving expression, "Don't try to scare people next time, this is a typical example of shooting yourself in the foot with a rock."

"I called you." Liang Songying was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.

Yan Wangxiao looked at him quietly, and the two stared at each other in silence. After a while, he said, "You called me? Maybe I didn't hear."

"There's something wrong with you." Liang Songying pointed out directly.Instead, lift your foot and rub your foot with your hands through the shoe to relieve the pain.

Yan Wangxiao frowned, "Don't touch the shoes with your hands, they are dirty." He took out a spare handkerchief, shook it off, and handed it to him, "Does it hurt?"

Liang Songying said: "It's okay, just take it easy."

Yan Wangxiao watched him rub his feet, looked at the coat between his fingers, walked to the door, and threw the coat into the trash can.

Liang Songying watched his leaving back from behind him, thoughtfully.After a while, try to walk, it doesn't hurt much.

When he passed the trash can, he turned his head and looked down.The expensive and brand-new high-end custom-made suit, because a little bit of oil stains cannot be washed off, was discarded forever by the owner as garbage. "What a waste, you evil rich man."

Liang Songying went out and smelled a familiar smell of cigarettes.

"Are you talking bad about me, poor ghost star?" Yan Wangxiao leaned against the opposite wall, holding a burning cigarette between his fingers, and said with a smile.

"I'm just telling the truth." Liang Songying said, and walked out.

"Facts are often uncomfortable." Yan Wangxiao followed behind him.The two walked to the end of the quiet corridor, at the end of which was an open-air balcony.

The smoke at the fingertips slowly rises into the night.

Liang Songying leaned against the wall on the left, resting her elbows on the balcony table, holding a cigarette in her right hand for a dry drink, not smoking.Yan Wangxiao stood casually on the right, smoking half of a cigarette quickly.

"Second Young Master," Liang Songying looked at the smoke between her fingers, "Are you a clean freak?"

"Is it obvious?" Yan Wangxiao didn't deny it.

"I just found out today."

Yan Wangxiao sneered, "How long have you known me?"

"is it serious?"

Yan Wangxiao asked back: "Do you think I'm abnormal?"

"It's pretty normal."

Only then did Yan Wangxiao really smile happily, "That's not serious."

"I've never heard that the second young master has a cleanliness obsession. In the entertainment circle, it's unbelievable."

Yan Wangxiao shook out another cigarette, stretched his arm, lit it on Liang Songying's cigarette, took a puff comfortably, and tried to answer as naturally as possible: "Generally people think that people with cleanliness are difficult to get along with, and they are very particular. Others are also very demanding. Living with such people is very tiring."

"The lover of the second young master, when he was with you..."

Yan Wangxiao stared at him: "I usually pay attention to hygiene, and I will bear it if I can, and I won't show it obviously. But sometimes I can't control it, and I didn't mean to hurt them." I forgot to smoke, as if I suddenly realized that my mind was distracted, so I put the cigarette in my mouth and puffed it up.

Smoke covered his face, drifting past his emotionally exhausted eyes.

Liang Songying felt that Yan Wangxiao was a little sad at this moment, and grabbed his Fairy Tail, and suddenly felt extremely hot, and looked down, it turned out that it was burned by smoke.Not pretty Fairy Tail, but the ugly, misshapen excess of a monster.

The atmosphere became subtle.

Liang Songying stared at Yan Wangxiao's lowered head, and clearly saw the twirling hair on top of his head. Yan Wangxiao raised his eyes, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Go back." Yan Wangxiao breathed out his cigarette and threw it on the trash can.

"it is good."

Liang Songying walked behind Yan Wangxiao, watching his lone back.The tall and straight figure still looked very sad, and he suddenly wanted to do something for Yan Wangxiao.Everything is fine.As long as you can comfort him, don't be so sad, he is not wrong.

Until the separation, Liang Songying racked her brains, but couldn't do anything for him.

In the future, Liang Songying could still clearly recall that night, the feeling of looking at Yan Wangxiao walking alone, but could not comfort the sad Yan Wangxiao at all.

Finished the supper, chatted with Devin and Sam for a while, it was almost twelve o'clock.Several people waved goodbye at the entrance of the company and went home.Yan Wangxiao was not used to being accompanied by Song Li, he usually walked alone when he came home from work, took out his cigarette and lit it when he went out, and walked to the parking lot while smoking.