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After eating, Yan Wangxiao came in to clean up the mess and returned the fully charged mobile phone to him.

He couldn't get off the bed, so he had to surf the Internet and play with his mobile phone, replying to friends, fans, and uncle's greeting messages one by one.I don't know how the media reported what happened last night.Chen Xing asked him about the situation last night, and Yuhuang Company clarified the facts to the outside world, and there was nothing to hide.Yan Wangxiao went to the audition room to study, and after sending Liang Songying home, there was a car accident.Yan Wangxiao was fine, but Liang Songying had a broken leg.Some people maliciously speculated that the two were at odds. The car accident was actually Yan Wangxiao's premeditated plan to harm Liang Songying. Otherwise, why would only Liang Songying be seriously injured and almost permanently disabled.A well-known reporter refuted this statement. The two had never had a quarrel. Yan Wangxiao went to the audition room to learn from Liang Songying, which showed that he had a heart of admiration. After the audition, the two had supper together and sent them home, which showed that they got along well. Yes, some people should not be too dark.

However, Sam, who last saw them in the recording studio that night, talked to producer Devin about it, saying that there was a bit of an anomaly between the two of them that night.

The police also inspected the scene and video of the car accident, speculating that in the rear-end collision, the driver of the rear-end collision was driving normally, but Yan Wangxiao's vehicle suddenly slowed down, causing the accident.

The speech began to tilt in a direction that was unfavorable to Yan Wangxiao.

Liang Songying was fascinated, and after understanding the situation, she opened Weibo and edited a Weibo to express her attitude: "This incident was purely accidental. At that time, I had a good conversation with the second young master. I didn't notice the improper driving. It was our fault." Wrong. Due to standing for a long time in the sound audition, I suffered from back pain, and my sitting posture was not correct, which caused my body to dive down and hit my knee. Now I am slowly recovering, thank you for your concern, and thank you Er Shao for taking care of @燕望晓.”

After one o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Xing came over with a young male nurse. Yan Wangxiao went out to receive vocal training.

When Yan Wangxiao was taking a break from practice, he sent a WeChat message to ask Liang Songying: Songsong, what would you like for dinner.

Liang Songying: ...

Liang Songying: Don’t call me Songsong, call me Lan Er Shao recently called me a bit strange

Yan Wangxiao: Pine Shadow

Liang Songying: I want to eat white water lettuce curry chicken fresh mushroom meat slices garlic pork ribs braised fish perilla duck and stewed chicken soup Cordyceps flower stewed lean meat soup bitter gourd soybean ribs soup when you come back I still want to eat bitter gourd fried pork slices

Yan Wangxiao: Take your time, take a screenshot, and do the same in the future.Bitter melon is very bitter, but you also like to eat it?

Yan Wangxiao: Go back at 05:30, let me order an afternoon tea for you

Liang Songying: Thank you very much

Liang Songying directly sent a voice: I hated bitter gourd when I was a child, but my grandparents liked it and had no choice but to eat it with them for more than ten years. Suddenly one day I fell in love with that special kind of bitter gourd. And ah, haven’t you heard that it’s called half-raw gourd? is the most philosophical vegetable

Liang Songying sang a lyric and sent it over: #共你喜杯打着箱Suddenly looked at each other and smiled, there was that smell on the plate, maybe there are some things in this life that can’t be understood in advance, the beauty is just like you were sad when she refused How did Fan Meiyi discover that you can learn to unravel and forgive from the love disaster#

Yan Wangxiao listened quietly to Liang Songying's singing, very focused.He couldn't understand southern Cantonese, so he didn't know what he was singing.But he could feel the emotion he put into Liang Songying's voice.

Yan Wangxiao: What song?You sing very well.

Liang Songying: (Laughing emoticon) It’s called Bitter Gourd

Yan Wangxiao saved the voice of the a cappella for backup.

He sat at the table in the practice room, looking up the meaning of half-cooked melons.It is a kind of melon that people hate in the first half of my life, but I like aftertaste in the second half of my life. When I was young, I liked sweetness, but it took a lot of hardships to get rid of the bitterness. Looking back in the second half of my life, I found that all the hardships were worth it.

#At the beginning, I endured some hardships to plant the flowers of the end#

Yan Wangxiao smiled, unusually gentle, with bright eyes.

Xue Wenbin, a professional music teacher, opened the door and came in: "Wang Xiao, the 30-minute break is up, shall we continue?"

"Ok."

Yan Wangxiao stood in front of the sheet music again, and suddenly asked: "Mr. Xue, what do you think of Liang Songying?"

Xue Wenbin used to be a respected senior in the music industry, "Lan is not bad. When he first debuted, he was full of vigor and high notes. Sometimes he was inaccurate at the scene. Later, he gradually became perfect and rarely gave others a chance to find fault. He was very kind and encouraged: "Wang Xiao, you have a good voice, and you have made great progress recently. If you persevere, you will be able to achieve musical achievements comparable to his."

Yan Wangxiao said indifferently: "If there is such a day, I will definitely thank Teacher Xue for his cultivation."

Thinking back to when he acted in "Hate", one person praised him for being handsome and young, willing to work hard, and he would definitely be a hit in the future.

Now red is red, but it is a vase that is not useful.

Yan Wangxiao returned to Liang Songying's apartment on the fifth floor at 05:30.The young male nurse Meng Xiao came to open the door, "Mr. Yan."

Yan Wangxiao entered the door, and there was a laptop on the coffee table in front of the sofa in the living room.

Meng Xiao explained: "Mr. Liang let me feel free in the room, and he would call me if something happened. He locked himself in the room and did not allow anyone to disturb him."

Yan Wangxiao changed his shoes at the gate, "You can go, come back tomorrow."

"Okay, do I want to speak to Mr. Liang?" Meng Xiao quickly packed up his things.

"Need not."

"Goodbye, Mr. Yan."

Hearing the door close gently in the kitchen, Yan Wangxiao sorted the vegetables he bought from the supermarket into the refrigerator, took out the chicken and defrosted it, and then went to see Liang Songying.

The bedroom door was closed.

He knocked, and "Lan" knocked again, "I'm in?"

Sure enough, the door was not locked, and it opened as soon as the handle was turned.

The balcony door in the room was closed tightly, the curtains were drawn, and it was a little dark in the evening.Liang Songying sat on the bed with his back leaning on the soft pillow, the light of the thin laptop screen flickering on his face.

"I'm back, what are you looking at?" Yan Wangxiao sat next to him, a corner of the soft mattress sunken.

"Bored, I found a movie to watch." Liang Songying had no expression on her face, staring at the screen intently.

Yan Wangxiao looked at the screen with a stunned expression. It was his debut novel "Hate".

In the movies, Fang Tu, who always looks gloomy, pointed his sword at a person and said to the monk Huici: "You tell the Buddha to resurrect Wan'er, and I will immediately put down the butcher knife." The monk Huici clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha." Fang Tu sneered, raised the knife in his hand, blood splashed everywhere, it turned out that it was the monk Huici who flew up to him at the last moment, and killed the man with blood spilling out of his mouth, his voice was vague: "Now the benefactor also has innocent lives on his hands , Is your heart balanced? Almighty, tell me, after I, Huici, died, did I save you? Did I save many people that you were about to kill? Amitabha." Monk Huici closed his eyes and his face was peaceful.Fang Tu raised his sword and walked up the cliff in a daze. The sky was high and the earth was far away in front of him. When the tired bird returned home, he jumped and fell into the abyss.The big villain died, the monk died, and the heroine failed to be resurrected.The male lead left Qiushui City, a beautiful place with a sword on his back, alone.End of play.With the ending subtitles popping up, the ending song sounded.

Liang Songying looked at the black and white characters, listened to the sad music, and immersed herself in the role of Fang Tu.He didn't expect that Yan Wangxiao's debut would play such a complicated role, a pitiful and hateful villain. "You did a great job."

Yan Wangxiao's face had a strange calmness, his eyes were unmoved, "It's okay...why did you find this one to watch?"

Liang Songying said: "I know a thing or two about the rumors about Er Shao. It is said that as soon as "Hate" was launched, Fang Tu played by Er Shao shocked everyone, attracted a large number of fans, and became famous overnight. It's just that it didn't happen again later. Astonishing performances are often difficult to get into the play and make it difficult for the director. Over time, the name of the vase has fallen. Anyway, I am free, and this masterpiece of Er Shao is of course the first choice. After watching it, I am very impressed by Er Shao. But it's impressive." After speaking, he smiled.

"Really?" Yan Wangxiao smiled back briefly.He frowned slightly, ""Hate" was written by a screenwriter tailor-made for me. At that time, I came out to my family, my father kicked me out of the house in a rage, and the company didn't allow me to stay unless I corrected my bad habits. .At that time I had just graduated, and there was nowhere to send resumes. He raised me for half a year, wrote the script for me in half a year, and asked me to star in it. I entered the industry like this, made the first money, and then the money was rolling in .”

Liang Songying said: "So that's the case, no wonder. That screenwriter is not bad, and the second young master is also considered a noble man in times of trouble."

"Yeah." Yan Wangxiao lowered his head, and had to close his eyes forcefully because of too many strong emotions pouring out of his heart.

"I'll cook." Yan Wangxiao got up.

Liang Songying hummed, her interest remained undiminished, and she searched for movie reviews online.Open the "Hate" page and browse through the list of directors, screenwriters, and main actors.The screenwriter's name is Ye Fei. Liang Songying has a little impression of his name. He is a well-known screenwriter in his early years and has written several excellent movie scripts.

There are more than 4 short reviews and more than 600 long reviews, basically four or five stars.

Liang Songying clicked on one long comment after another, until she saw one mentioning the screenwriter Ye Fei, and the long comment was called "Ba Yi Ba Er Shao and those years with screenwriter Ye".The finger that slid down the sensing area of ​​the keyboard paused, hesitated for a while, and clicked in like a thief.There are many photos of the second young master and Ye Fei together, some of the backgrounds seem to be on the set, some are at a ceremony, and some are in the bustling streets, all of them are intimate, and the author speculates that the second young master came out to be with the screenwriter Ye together.

He watched it dubiously, and finally the most popular comment was topped by netizens: "The dead are the greatest, please respect the dead, and stop making unfounded guesses based on gossip and disturb the peace of the soul of the dead. Let the review end here."

The nickname of the author of this hot comment is "two two two two two two two".

Liang Songying moved to the search box in the upper right corner of the browser, and searched "Ye Fei Screenwriter" on Baidu.He was shocked when he saw the first message that popped up on the newly opened webpage. The title was "The Second Young Master, Screenwriter Ye Fei, Passed Away to Help His Spirit", with a photo of the funeral at that time attached.Yan Wangxiao was wearing a black suit, supported by a man, with a sad face, standing in the black and white funeral procession.Her lips were tightly pursed, her eye bags were bruised, and her eyes were depressed.Another one is wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses, the corners of the mouth stretched out, and the head is lowered to support the coffin, surrounded by white wreaths.

Liang Songying felt very sad when she saw the second young master who was not hiding her sadness like that.Screenwriter Ye helped him a lot when he had nowhere to go. It is not without regret that such a good friend died young.

The cause of Ye Fei's death - he was involved in a car accident and died on the spot.

Such a coincidence, Liang Songying thought, he and the second young master almost died in a car accident.

Reminiscent of what Er Shao said just now, about "raising me for half a year" and "writing a script tailored to your needs", Liang Songying felt that Er Shao's words were ambiguous, as if they were hiding some secret.By accident, he sent Jiang Xuesu a text message, asking her if she knew who Yan Wangxiao came out to her family to be with.

Jiang's Group and Yan's Group are very important in Y City and even in the whole country, and the two families have been friends for three generations.As the second daughter of the Jiang family, Jiang Xuesu was most favored and valued by her father, and she was brought by her side since she was a child to teach by example.And Yan Wangxiao seldom shows up in public, and the youngest Yan Lixiao has always been involved in family activities, so Jiang Xuesu and Yan Wangxiao don't have a deep friendship.However, the insiders of the wealthy family should know more than outsiders.

Jiang Xuesu called directly, "Lan, how is your leg injury?"

Liang Songying complained: "I just got a plaster cast, lying on the bed, the doctor forbids me to go down to the ground, I'm about to get moldy."

Jiang Xuesu smiled, "So you have nothing to do and started gossiping?"

Liang Songying said: "Yeah, I found a movie to pass the time, it's called "Hate", played by Er Shao, and the screenwriter is Ye Fei." He listened with bated breath.

Jiang Xuesu said "ah", "Yes, it's a screenwriter, and it seems to be named Ye Fei. You just asked me who the second young master came out for, and I remembered him, but Ye Fei passed away, right? A few years ago It’s over. At that time, the second young master was very sad when I read the news. To be honest, I admired him when he came out of the closet! It’s a pity that Ye Fei’s life was short, otherwise the second young master might still be with that person now, and he couldn’t come out to harm the majority of men and women Fellow... Hey, are you still listening, LanLan"

"I'm here, I just dropped a pen. Uh... Well, Second Young Master is at my house now. Cooking in my kitchen." Liang Songying said the last sentence with complicated emotions.

Over there exclaimed: "Yan Wangxiao? What is he doing at your house?"

"I was with him in the car accident at the time, maybe I felt guilty."

"Drive him away! That kid has absolutely bad intentions!"

Liang Songying just smiled: "He's gone, who will take care of my dinner? You? I hurt my leg, at least don't hurt my stomach again, good man."

Jiang Xuesu complained endlessly: "I'm in S City, and my father won't let me go. I'll go back to see you in two days. I asked Aunt Zhu to cook a meal for you to send over these two days. Don't you like her dishes very much?" Well."

"I don't want to bother Aunt Zhu anymore. Have you eaten yet? I'll wait until dinner, so we won't chat for now."

"Yeah, I also ran out of the dinner party as an excuse. You eat well, Lan, bye."

After hanging up the phone, Liang Songying looked at the funeral photos on the computer screen and sighed deeply.

The sudden death of someone you love is one of the most helpless things in the world.The dead cannot be chased, goodbye is only in dreams.Seeing things and thinking about others can also hurt others.