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It was handed over to Zhou.

Zhou Mingfei, is he okay?

Jiaer clicked on all of Zhou Mingfei's social accounts, blank, blank, blank.

He still couldn't help but leave a message, Mr. Zhou, I'm Jiaer, I saw the news, are you okay?

One day, two days, three days, one week, two weeks, three weeks... no reply.

The media missed Alain overwhelmingly for a month, and it gradually fell silent. When superstars fall, new stars will naturally rise. Some people speculate whether Zhou Mingfei will be the next superstar to rise.

This change that had nothing to do with Jiaer made him feel the impermanence of the world for the first time. He recalled what happened in the past six months, from the beginning of the show, to the publication of major magazines, to the filming cooperation with He Yu, to the countless topics discussed on the Internet , being labeled with countless labels... He asked himself if he cared about these?He is eager to have good works, and hopes to have a good performance. He is a model, and everything he does is just his own job. He does his best. As for the popularity of the media and the favor of fans, it is all temporary. , he thought, just like Alain's news, the whole world is lighting candles to commemorate his death, and no one has mentioned it in a month. This society is too fast, and it is too fast to keep anything.

What about He Yu, can he keep He Yu?Or, can He Yu keep him?

He Yu took Jiaer to an underground art festival, an event initiated by a well-known local pioneer dance group, which gathered performances of various art forms, art exhibitions, performance art performances, music, dance...

They found the place where the event was held, and saw a large number of young people gathered in front of the unit door of an old and old residential building. The bald-headed girl, the boy in fishnet stockings... He Yu greeted them very familiarly, and then led Jiaer in through the unit door, followed the downward underground passage, and after winding around, came to the real " Underground" Art Festival.

This place used to be an air-raid shelter dug out during the war. The air is humid and cold, and various art performances have already begun. Jiaer and He Yu walked along the air-raid shelter and saw someone roaring and reciting poetry. A large group of people around them roared together. , someone is dancing a dance he can't understand, someone is painting on the body, someone is performing an experimental drama, and there is a small room covered by a dark curtain, and only one person can go in to watch the performance at a time... Those who come to watch the show People also walked back and forth, like clusters of fish swimming in deep water.

Almost everyone knows He Yu, he would stop to shoot from time to time, and he would forget about Jia Er when he got absorbed in the filming, he just looked around at random, there were inexplicably excited people everywhere, dancing wildly and screaming, Those performances, how should I put it, it seems that each performer has a strong desire to express, almost cathartic, and the crowd is also manic, but Jiaer is like a calm bystander who is out of place, he slowly returns to the stage along the stairs. When he reached the ground, the sunlight made him squint his eyes. After experiencing the mania in the ground, he only felt a deep emptiness.

After a while, He Yu came to look for him, not knowing why, "Why did you come up suddenly?"

"It's okay, you go and play, I'll just wait for you here."

"You don't like it, do you?"

"No, just, I don't quite understand..."

He Yu smiled, "Who knows them, they're just playing around, forget it, if you don't want to wait, then let's go."

This is not the first time this has happened. He Yu really wanted Jiaer to integrate into his life. He took Jiaer with him everywhere he went outside of work, exhibitions, performances, parties... but nine out of ten times he would find Jiaer Being alone in a crowd, appearing uncomfortable or totally distracted.

He Yu said to Jiaer seriously, "If you don't like those occasions, we won't go there in the future."

"How can that be?" Jiaer was surprised, "They are all your friends, otherwise, I won't go, you play with them."

"Actually, you don't like my friends, do you?" He Yu looked at Jia Er.

Jiaer lowered his eyes, "No, it's just that I don't know what to say to them."

He Yu was helpless, he was willing to make some compromises, but he was born with a playful nature, he could stay with Jiaer for a day, but at night he was like a hunter who had to find his prey, restlessly occasions to release youthful hormones.

Every time Jiaer sees He Yu at night, he feels like a little beast, no matter in bed or at a party with him, and Jiaer himself feels that he is separated from him by a river, he loves to see He Yu in The other bank was swaying, but he could only watch from afar.

Jia Er clicked on Zhou Mingfei's account every day, and time seemed to stand still here. The last post was the day before Alain's car accident.

The social networking site automatically pushed him a hot search news, "The best Chinese designer resigns as the luxury design director", Jiaer was startled and quickly clicked on, "Zhou Mingfei officially released the news through Unique's official channel a few days ago, and resigned as Unique design director One position", accompanied by news pictures of Zhou Mingfei at a media conference, showing no emotion.

Jia Er clicked on Unique’s official account and released a new 3-minute short video, which was Zhou Mingfei’s resignation speech. He spoke English and his words were sincere. Responsible for the next global expansion of the brand, he resigned on his own.

After speaking, he bowed, turned and left without giving the media any chance to ask questions.

Jiaer felt so bored and panicked, he leaned on the chair and remained silent for a long time, then clicked on Zhou Mingfei's social account again, he wanted to say something to Zhou Mingfei, at this moment, he just wanted to say where are you, are you okay?

Clicking on the message, he found that the status of the message he sent two months ago was "read". He jumped up reflexively, and Zhou Mingfei saw it!Although he didn't reply, he saw it!Jiaer edited the message again, "Mr. Zhou, I saw the news, where are you now, are you okay?" After a pause, Jiaer continued typing, "You, will you go back to Shanghai?"

After clicking the send button, Jiaer felt his heart beat a little faster. Looking at the message, "Unread", and then refreshed, "Unread", Jiaer refreshed blankly, not knowing what to expect.

A month has passed, and I click to refresh every day, but it is still "unread".

He Yu asked Jia Er to go to a livehouse to watch a rock performance. The drummer inside was He Yu's friend for many years. He used to be the drummer of a leading Chinese rock figure, and now he formed his own band. One piece, the stage roared hoarsely, the drums were dense and frenzied, and the crowd turned around with a "diving" person. Jiaer found out who this "diving" person was, and he was going crazy.

Carle thought for a while, turned around and walked out again. He didn't dislike these things, but he couldn't blend in. The restless and fanatical atmosphere was like a furnace. He felt that he was suitable for the cold zone. He used to watch the BBC documentary "Frozen Planet". The flora and fauna that lived in the tundra zone, Carl felt that he was also suitable there.

The area where the Livehouse is located is a large bar gathering area. Carl walked aimlessly, found a quiet alley and walked in. There was a dim light at the end of the alley. When he walked in, he found that it was a small bar. , there was a sign on the door, "Last summer in Marienbad". There were a few foreigners sitting on the sidewalk drinking outside the door, and there were not many people in the room, so Jiaer pushed the door open and entered.

There was a small stage in the corner of the bar, a long-haired girl was singing jazz in a low voice, Carle sat down in front of the stage, and asked for a 1664, he felt a little bored.

The girls who sang jazz finished. A man staggered onto the stage with a bottle of wine in his arms. He raised his head and took a sip. He put down the bottle, picked up the guitar on the ground, strummed a chord, and began to sing a song. An English song, his voice was low and depressed, and the lyrics seemed to be swirling in his throat. He lowered his head, and his half-length hair covered his cheeks.

Jiaer only felt that this person was too sad, this song was too sad, he couldn't hear the lyrics clearly, he didn't know what that person was singing, but his fingers sweeping the strings, his face that he couldn't see clearly, the scattered The strands of hair, even the bottle of wine at your feet, speak of sadness.

Jia Er walked over slowly, and saw the singer more and more clearly, his heart beat faster and faster, he was sure that he knew this person, Zhou Mingfei who he was following every day, but there was no news from him.

He was back, and that was the only thought on Carl's mind.

Zhou Mingfei was so drunk that he couldn't hold the guitar before he finished singing a song. He collapsed crookedly in his hands and couldn't support himself even when he was sitting. Jiaer stepped onto the stage and supported him with both hands. , and helped him off the stage.

Carl said, "Mr. Zhou, do you remember me?"

Zhou Mingfei's eyes lingered on Jiaer's face for a second, and then the focus drifted to an unknown place. A tranced smile appeared on his face, and he said with difficulty, "It's you", and then reached out to stroke Jiaer's face. down.

Jiaer didn't know if the "you" he recognized was himself, he just felt happy and sad, and he didn't know what Zhou Mingfei went through, why he looked like he was drowning, heavy, sad, happy, no matter what How, Zhou Mingfei is back.

He helped Zhou Mingfei to go out, but Zhou Mingfei couldn't tell where he lived at all. After thinking about it, Jiaer found a nearby hotel, opened a room, and released Zhou Mingfei, who couldn't even utter a complete sentence. to bed.

It has been one year and three months since the sensational Shanghai show, and Jiaer's words did not