past star

Xue Xun's filming is coming to an end, and he is busier. Compared with Wen Yanyu, his scenes are less and less.

Sitting aside with the script in hand, after a while, his mouth felt a little dry. Wen Yanyu was about to drink water from the disposable cup when he suddenly heard a timid voice beside him.

"Can I talk to you a little bit?"

The little girl lowered her head, as if she was a little shy. It was Lin Qianyun, even wearing a work suit, she couldn't hide her immature face.

Not even 20 years old.

Thinking about it, Wen Yanyu nodded.

When they reached the corridor outside the shooting site, neither of them spoke.

There was no intersection between them at all, but... Wen Yanyu paused for a moment to speak, but Lin Qianyun had already said, "That night, what happened that night, can you pretend that you don't know?"

Lin Qianyun turned her head to the side, biting her lip with an embarrassed expression.

Even though Wen Yanyu was also in a mess that night, he was a man after all.

"It's okay, I've already forgotten."

The other party didn't answer, and there was indeed nothing to say, so Wen Yanyu raised his legs to leave.

The weak voice behind him suddenly became sharp: "Are you looking down on me?"

"Do you think... I'm cheap?"

Obviously misunderstood his departure.

Wen Yanyu turned around helplessly, and was about to explain, but saw Lin Qianyun staring at him fiercely, her eyes were red, as if she was about to cry: "Do you think I am willing?"

"I don't have an actor's brother, nor a powerful father. I can't get into college if I don't get good grades, but I have to support my family. I also have a younger brother who just entered high school. What else can I do..."

Wen Yanyu was never good at comforting others, and the girl in front of him didn't seem to need him to say anything, she just kept talking, as if she had been suppressed for a long time and finally found a way to confide.

In fact, it's just an excuse.

Poverty has never been a reason to fall.

Quietly waiting for Lin Qianyun to vent, Wen Yanyu spoke in a tepid voice: "I won't say it, you don't have to worry."

"But you don't..."

"I understand that everyone has his own ambitions. I didn't look down on you. After all, it was the path you chose."

Lin Qianyun wanted to say more, but Wen Yanyu interrupted again cruelly: "The one who really looks down on you is actually yourself."

"NO, I have not."

Lin Qianyun denied in a panic, "You are talking nonsense, how could I..."

Wen Yanyu's expression remained gentle, and that calm made Lin Qianyun even more flustered. Finally, the girl who had been pretending to be strong couldn't help but squatted down and sobbed softly, as if she was sad, but also as if she was venting.

She has endured it for too long, no one can share it, no one can complain, it is equivalent to pay for it, but she is only 19 years old after all, why should she bear this torture of conscience and live in fear?

She felt tired and even more wronged.

Wen Yanyu was in a dilemma, but struggled for less than a second, and finally hesitantly bent over to wrap his arms around the crying girl, patted his right hand gently, patiently and gently.

Silent comfort is like drowning driftwood, even Wen Yanyu didn't expect that Lin Qianyun would suddenly hug him tightly, her head buried in his shoulder, wet with tears, her fingers were tightly clenched and refused to let go.

Not far away, Xue Xun took out a cigarette, and when he was waiting to light it in the corridor, he saw such a pure and beautiful picture like a TV drama.

Men and women depend on each other, tender and lingering.

That man had never even given him a good face, but at this moment he was willing to be so intimate with a woman.

Xue Xun couldn't help but think of a possibility that he had never thought of before, Wen Yanyu actually likes women?

This thought made Xue Xun feel more than a stagnation in his heart.

My father likes men, and when he took on a gay role, he subconsciously thought he liked men. Isn't that too arbitrary?

Xue Xun asked himself.

The more he thought about it, the more irritable he became, Xue Xun slammed the cigarette out and walked back to the shooting location.

After the shooting in the evening, Wen Yanyu had disappeared. Xue Xunwei noticed that the girl just now seemed to have disappeared as well.

Xue Xun became more and more absent-minded while preparing a new song in the recording studio.

After listening to more than a dozen pieces of music, none of them satisfied him.

"Ah Xun, what on earth do you want? This is already a selection, especially these few songs, which are specially invited by popular composers. I can guarantee that any of them can be used as the title of the album, but you are not satisfied with any of them. of."

Xue Xunxu pressed the music director Zhong Jian who was about to go crazy beside him, and said a little tiredly: "Well, I'll go back and listen to it before making a decision. Let's stop here today."

Driving home alone, all kinds of recorded songs were playing in the car, and the sound of music echoed in the car, so lonely.

Halfway through the drive, Xue Xun took an uncontrolled turn, missed a few streets, and drove towards the dilapidated residential building.

Under the quiet shade of the trees, the street lights were dim, Xue Xun rolled down the window and half leaned to the side of the car, and the window sill of Wen Yanyu's house was dark.

The shadows of the trees whirled, and the hazy moonlight streamed all over the place.

Xue Xun remembered that kiss.

That really not very bright kiss.

At that time, it was just a spur of the moment, but now that I think about it, it is clear that I have wanted to do that thing for a long time.

It's not Lin Yeming kissing Li Qin in the play, but Xue Xun kissing Wen Yanyu in reality.

Xue Xun never pushes himself emotionally, no matter how difficult it is. If he likes it, he likes it, and if he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t like it. He suffered a lot in the early years because of this, and now he is much smoother, but his original belief has never changed.

Time passed minute by minute, Xue Xun looked at the time in the car.

11:05

There is still shooting tomorrow, Xue Xun starts the car and prepares to leave.

As soon as the headlights came on, a familiar figure came across, holding a phone, and seemed to be talking about something.

It's Wen Yanyu.

Xue Xun stopped the car and opened the door.

"... sleep well, good night." Wen Yanyu's voice was very soft, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Through the street lamp, Xue Xun saw the gentle smile on Wen Yanyu's mouth.

So, glaring.

"Do you have anything to do?" Wen Yanyu frowned slightly when he saw Xue Xun after hanging up the phone.

Xue Xunhe went to the car door with an unnatural smile on his face, "It's something, of course it's something."

"what's up?"

Xue Xun grabbed Wen Yanyu's arm, "I..."

Unexpectedly, Wen Yanyu interrupted first: "Mr. Xue, can I ask you something?"

Xue Xun didn't expect Wen Yanyu to say that, so he nodded subconsciously.

"Mr. Xue, are you interested in me?"

Wen Yanyu's attitude was so natural, as calm as stating the facts, and he didn't even try to break free from the arm that Xue Xun held in his hand.

"No."

Xue Xun was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized: "I'm not just interested in you..."

"...Wen Yanyu, I want to pursue you."

Pulling Wen Yanyu's hand to let go, Xue Xun looked very serious.

Wen Yanyu didn't seem to be surprised at all, his tone was gentle, without ups and downs: "Xue Xun, don't waste your time on me. Since you know about my father, you should also know the impact of that incident on me and my family. Hurt, how could I fall in love with a man again?"

Xue Xun smiled bitterly: "Wen Yanyu, you use this as a shield, I really have nothing to say."

When Wen Yanyu heard this, he bypassed Xue Xun and was about to leave.

Xue Xun stopped him again.

"But, Wen Yanyu, ask yourself, is it really because of this reason? I really like you, very seriously, and I swear that I will never say this a few times in my life."

"...Even if you don't like me now, Wen Yanyu, you should at least give me a chance."

Wen Yanyu paused: "I won't..."

"You won't, I can teach you."

"Xue Xun." Wen Yanyu called Xue Xun's name, the first time he spoke less politely, "But I don't want to learn. It's very late, I'm going back."

Xue Xun suddenly remembered hearing Wen Yanyu saying goodbye to others on the phone just now.

"... sleep well, good night."

Gentle and patient appearance.

And their goodbyes a few minutes ago.

"...It's very late, I'm going back."

Cold and blunt.

In the restarted carriage, the CD player was still tirelessly playing an unknown melody.

Quiet and soothing piano sound, faint melancholy, depressive sadness, seeming loneliness, and seemingly endless waiting.

There is no particularly prominent climax in the whole piece, but it is enough to make people feel heavy and sad.

No.17.

Xue Xun pressed the reverse button, the dim lights of the street lights flickered, and the car drove out of the alley.