under the rose

Chapter 15 I Love You

In fact, Fu Xingyun didn't want to cry, he just couldn't control his tears, and when he got emotional, the tears would flow down by himself, it was an old problem.Wen Shichuan was like a pathogen, everything was fine after we separated from him, and when we met him again, I was afraid of loving and crying, and all of them went back.

Fu Xingyun hated these weaknesses in himself, he always hoped that he would be an indestructible body with no flaws.

He still remembered the time when they quarreled the most, it was the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.Without telling Wen Shichuan, Fu Xingyun was invited to participate in a tour concert. Of course, he was only a hot singer, opening the show for those out-of-date singers.

Originally, the organizer invited Gong Ge's rock band, but they all dismissed it and refused.

Fu Xingyun simply couldn't understand their brain circuit. Although it was just a simple platter concert, it might be held together with the opening ceremony of some real estate, but the concert was full of serious and outdated singers—— The one that was popular was hosted by an entertainment company, and Fu Xingyun went to check it out.

Although it may not be successful, isn't it a good opportunity if you can get on the line?

They didn't want to be popular singers, and neither did Fu Xingyun.He also didn't like not being watched, he'd had enough of it when he sang in a bar, but fame takes every chance you get, doesn't it?

He found an excuse to go out secretly. He put on makeup and wore thin clothes in a simple backstage. He was shivering and his throat was tight.Singing is not his strong point, but he has learned some guitar by himself, and his sound condition is not bad. He can watch himself playing and singing on stage, but almost no one in the audience listens to him, and his singing is drowned in the Into the noisy voices of the auditorium.

After singing, Fu Xingyun didn't leave, he waited until the whole concert was over, and the organizer organized a banquet.It wasn't his turn to participate in this book, but he was good-looking, polite and able to speak, so he was taken.

Fu Xingyun had never attended such an occasion, but the desire to be popular in his heart supported him to strike up a conversation and toast, a bit too courteous, but who doesn't like to be flattered by beautiful young people.The most important person at the banquet was just a middle-level manager of the entertainment company, but Fu Xingyun didn't know that at that time. After toasting a few glasses of wine, the middle-aged man who was half bald said drunkenly that the company had recently When planning to shoot a drama, the image of Fu Xingyun is very suitable.

Maybe it was because he drank a little wine, or because his ambition saw hope, Fu Xingyun's whole chest was warm, and he was no longer cold.

After the meal, even Fu Xingyun, who usually had a good capacity for alcohol, felt a little dizzy on the soles of his feet. The bald man grabbed Fu Xingyun's hand in a disgusting way.Fu Xingyun trembled all over, and flung him away.

Fu Xingyun put his hands behind his back, and unconsciously rubbed the touched skin repeatedly on his clothes. When he saw the man in front of him, his face turned cold. He was worried, and asked cautiously: "What you said just now That TV show"

The man glanced at him coldly, as if looking at the garbage at his feet.

"talk later."

Everyone at the table took a taxi or drove away, leaving only Fu Xingyun standing in front of the hotel in a daze.It was snowing, and fine flakes fell on his head and shoulders, making him shiver uncontrollably.The dream that seemed to be within reach just now turned into a burst of soap bubbles, splashing his face with foamy water.

Fu Xingyun was jolted by a gust of cold wind, and suddenly found a black figure walking quickly, pushing the bald man in front of him away, the man staggered back, sat down on the snow, cursing Just stand up.

It's Wen Shichuan.

He was wearing a black down jacket, his expression was colder than this winter's twelfth lunar month, and he had a hostile expression on his face. He bent down and grabbed the man's collar to lift him up, and he had already clenched his fist with the other hand.Fu Xingyun was taken aback, fearing that he would cause trouble, he hurried up and hugged his arm, and kept persuading him: "Don't fight, let's go, nothing will happen"

Wen Shichuan looked at the man, his knife-like eyes directly blocked his foul words back into his throat.Wen Shichuan let go of his hand, and the man fell back into the snow again, Fu Xingyun hurriedly pulled Wen Shichuan away.

On the way home, Fu Xingyun couldn't help but feel guilty, and murmured, "Why are you here?"

Without saying a word, Wen Shichuan took off his long black down jacket and wrapped it around him.The clothes still carried his body temperature, and Fu Xingyun immediately warmed up, but his nose couldn't stop dripping out, and his nose turned red when he sucked it in and out.

They walked back silently, Wen Shichuan walked in front, Fu Xingyun followed in his footsteps and walked behind without holding hands.

Halfway through, Fu Xingyun couldn't bear it any longer, and asked, "Why don't you speak?"

The house they rented was not far ahead. In the narrow alley, the dirty water on the ground was covered with a layer of frost.Wen Shichuan asked hoarsely, "I'm going to film a TV series soon, right? Did I ruin your good deeds?"

He heard it all.

Fu Xingyun felt a little guilty and ashamed, he said loudly: "I don't know what he meant, I thought what he said was true, and as soon as he grabbed me, I threw him off."

Wen Shichuan said expressionlessly, "Is that why you want to be famous?"

Fu Xingyun was stepped on the sore spot by him, and asked sharply: "You don't want to be famous? Then why do you shoot all day long?"

Wen Shichuan was obviously trampled on the sore spot by him, like a trapped animal, pacing in place, with messy footprints trampled on the thin snow, he said: "Do you want to be famous like this? Filming those unnutritious TV series ? Walking around to warm up the scene for others? No one is listening to what you sing, no one cares what you are going to perform!"

The tears started to become uncontrollable again, Fu Xingyun didn't want to show weakness at all, but he just couldn't help crying.

"Does anyone care about what you're filming now? No one is watching your stuff, so what's the use of being talented? Stop talking about movies that talk to yourself. Movies are about making money and getting hits." Fu Xing Yun cried and said, but the words in his mouth were still thrown out like knives, "You have a famous father, if you don't want to live a hard life, go back and live in a big house, make big movies, be a big star, want to Do whatever you want, I'm not like you—”

There was no other sound in the empty alley, and after a long time, Wen Shichuan said softly: "No one cares what I'm shooting, but I thought, at least you care."

Fu Xingyun cried so much that his face was stained with tears, he squatted down, his down jacket was a bit big, and the hem was wet with dirty snow.

Wen Shichuan went on to say: "As long as I have a little bit of intention to take advantage of the situation and step up to the sky, I will not be here."

They were standing and squatting one by one, Fu Xingyun was crying out of breath, choking and belching, angry and sad, his thin and white fingers were so cold that their joints were red, he grabbed a handful of snow on the ground Scum, weakly throwing towards Wen Shichuan, cursing while throwing: "Then get out!"

Wen Shichuan was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "I love you."

The phrase "I love you" will always remain in that alley in the cold winter months.

The author says:

Here comes the broken mirror, hey, in fact, the two of them were immature before