my star boyfriend

The so-called going back to each house during the winter vacation, each looking for each mother, but Wu Yiheng does not have a real home. To him, home is just an empty shell, with no warmth, no memories, and no trace of nostalgia.

"Mr. Wu, have you cleaned up?" Fairy's assistant's voice appeared at the door of the dormitory. Wu Yiheng sat on the chair with his knees in his arms and ignored it. He was still in a trance. It was to blame for what happened last night. things.

"Last night...went to his house, and then..." Thinking about it, Wu Yiheng buried his face in his knees. Yesterday, he took the initiative to invite Fairy Tale to eat him. It was the first time he sat on him, and the first time he ate himself. He took the initiative to move, and begged Fairy Tale to take him in, just like a kitten in heat, begging the owner to take him in and caress him extravagantly.

"Ahhh! How can I be so ashamed!" Fortunately, there was no one in the dormitory at this time, and the busy brothers went to have sex with their classmates early in the morning. After all, they would not see each other for a month.

"Er...Mr. Wu, are you alright inside?" The assistant standing outside the door was at a loss when he heard the roar.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'll be here soon." Wu Yiheng said to the door with a red face. Although Wu Yiheng had to clean up, apart from clothes, Wu Yiheng's most precious thing was probably the drawing board. He carried the drawing board, the drawing box, and the Wu Yiheng, who had no bag for changing clothes in his hand, had no choice but to open the door and ask his assistant for help.

In the car, Wu Yiheng was still flipping through the magazine that he hadn’t finished reading last time. It wrote about Tonghua’s preferences and experiences. Tonghua kept looking for his own bits and pieces: “He really worked hard.” Wu Yiheng said with a smile, Carefully flipping through every magazine about fairy tales, every sentence about fairy tales, and some dialogues made him feel really funny.

Q: Is there anything you don't like to eat in Fairy Tale?

Tong: I hate eating bad food!

Q: What is unpalatable food?

Tong: Like durian!

Q: Hello!Sorry to everyone who loves to eat durian!

Tong: OK!Those who like durian, I like you too! (Naughty)

Q: Did you really apologize seriously?

Tong: Seriously! 100% seriously!

Q: Let's eat durian next time we have a chance!

Tong: Huh?don't want!

Q: You have to be worthy of the little princesses in your fairy tale dreams~

Tong: (wipes face and tears) Can I ask for other punishments?I would also like to sign all night...

Q: OK!Let's hold an autograph session!

Tong: Huh?Do you really want to sign overnight?

Q: How about everyone bring a durian?

Tong: It hurts...but you have to think about other people~

Q: Fairy tales are really gentle.

Tong: Huh?Does it hurt to hold a durian with bare hands?

Q: Let's move on to the next topic!

"Haha." I don't know when Wu Yiheng smiled happily, maybe he was amused, maybe it was just because that person was a fairy tale.

"Yes, Fairy Tale works very hard. He has to do everything by himself. He doesn't need a substitute for acting. Whether it's writing songs or arranging music, he listens carefully to other people's suggestions and opinions. From the singing competition to now, Fairy Tale It's also growing rapidly." The assistant also laughed when he heard Wu Yiheng's laughter.

Although I didn't take over the daily affairs of Fairy Tale from the very beginning, the serious expression on the other side's face when I saw Fairy Tale for the first time is still deeply engraved in my heart, "But recently Fairy Tale is happier, harder, and more presumptuous than before. .” The assistant glanced at Wu Yiheng’s surprised expression in the rearview mirror and said.

"I want...I want to know him a little more." Wu Yiheng lowered his head and stroked a fairy tale on the cover of a magazine. The serious face when he first debuted, some people like it and some people think it's contrived, "Being an idol or something... ...it's really not easy."

Afterwards, he casually flipped through a few magazines and found a magazine whose cover was not a fairy tale. Wu Yiheng curiously opened the catalog and looked at the catalog. There was one line that caught his attention: Interviews with the champions, runners-up and third runners-up of the [-]nd High School Student Singing Contest.

In that session, Fairytale relied on his strength to defeat two evenly matched contestants. In the final battle, he played and sang by himself: The Season of Flowers.Winning the final gold medal, that song made all the girls cry, and the boys also cried silently, the judges, and himself.

"The season of flowers? This song? The song of his second album?" Wu Yiheng looked up at the assistant's position, and the assistant also accepted Wu Yiheng's eyes, so he said slowly: "This song... I'm afraid it is I can’t hear it anymore. After it was played on TV, the master tape broke for some reason. Even the machine felt sorry for him. I adapted the original song for the second album, but I don’t feel like singing it that time. It was such an excruciating pain.”

"Worried? Pain?" Wu Yiheng didn't understand why he used these two words to describe it.

"Well, that's a song that... makes people feel that life is unlovable, as if abandoned by this world, as if no one in this world can love, as if the birth of everyone present is superfluous and meaningless .” Speaking of this, the assistant inadvertently shuddered, “I still feel a little scared when I think about it now.”

"So... is it scary?" Wu Yiheng lowered his head and thought about it. He has always felt that he was abandoned by the world, no one loved him, and he thought that he was born as a superfluous person...it was himself.

I don't remember what happened, I only know about my mother's death, my father's departure, what I have been living for all this time, what is it for me to persist.

Wu Yiheng didn't know, he shook his head, sighed and said suicidally: "I really want...to listen to it again."

After speaking, the assistant turned on the car CD player, playing the song from Fairy Tale's second album: Season of Flowers.

still remember

Another year blooms

Still in that little park

I put on the necklace of promise for you

hug over there

still remember

lost in that year

I'm still that little boy

watch you go

watch you leave

looking at a different future

I still remember

The promise that the flowers bloomed that year

i hold you i kiss you

promise to give you a future

I still remember

The sigh of falling flowers that year

i can't hold you i can't pull you

i watch you go

in different regions

still remember

woke up again

still in my big room

I feel so attached to the necklace

you are not around

still remember

woke up early again

My tears are still dry

I don't know how

I don't know where to go

don't know how to find

I still remember

The promise that the flowers bloomed that year

i hold you i kiss you

promise to give you a future

I still remember

The sigh of falling flowers that year

i can't hold you i can't pull you

i watch you go

in different regions

still remember

insomnia again

There is no attachment in my world

Anyway, I can't find it, I don't know anyway

It doesn't matter if you leave anyway

still remember

endless night

at the top of the building

i sit next to

crying

laughing crazy

but no one cares anymore

It's me

can get out of here

sorry, can not

i still love you