My 26-year-old Female Tenant

At 8:30 in the morning, Jian Wei and I arrived at the event site. Although the celebration hadn't officially started yet, the organizers of the event had already made a fuss at the scene, and there were staff members who were waiting seriously and no emotion at all. machine.

The time moved forward another 10 minutes, and guests came one after another. I followed Jian Wei and greeted them as the host, but none of them were familiar with me, so they talked more with Jian Wei. I was silent most of the time, but I actually understood: I am not a person in the circle, and it is difficult for me to chat with them about the style and quality of the upper class.

At this time, another group of reporters came to the scene. I didn't care, but they swarmed towards me and asked me: "Mr. Zhao, there are reports that you are the last time Le Yao quit Le Yao and you have never publicly responded to the male protagonist in the entertainment industry incident, do you want to take this opportunity to respond?"

"Mr. Zhao, after Le Yao terminated the contract with the film and television company, they are facing huge liquidated damages. May I ask who paid the compensation for her? Also, this time she was nominated for the Best Actress in the film festival nomination, will she appear to accept the award, so as to return to the entertainment circle,"

   "Mr. Zhao, I heard that you were born in a poor family, and now you have risen suddenly to establish this Luku Tourism Culture Company. Does this have anything to do with Le Yao? Have you accepted her help?"

  My complexion sank immediately, and I asked Jian Wei beside me: "Are the media you invited are these Yu Ji?"

  Jian Wei's complexion was uglier than mine, and she immediately greeted the security personnel who came to the event site, but those entertainment reporters didn't intend to leave, and they still threw the questions that made me extremely bored while pushing and shoving.

I controlled it and didn't let myself get angry, and then retreated to a corner, smoking a cigarette in silence, but those eyes that looked this way stung me, and I couldn't help asking myself, for the establishment of this company, What have I done personally? It seems that I have been carried by another person. Although this person is not Le Yao in Yuji's mouth, it does exist... and this existence is real. I am killing my passion for this project, so I can still lie on the bed and pursue the pleasure of sleeping for a few minutes even though I have never faced it directly, but the things in the subconscious cannot deceive people. And is this "road of literature and art" still what I pursued in the first place?

  At this moment, after being lost in love, my career is also lost.

The smoke that kept coming out of my mouth seemed to isolate me from the crowd, but through a small gap, I saw Mi Cai and the woman in red standing in another corner, and they all came .

The scene gradually returned to calm, and I also calmed down. At this time, I suddenly understood Mi Cai and her choice to break up with me...I have been too chaotic in half my life, but I longed for her to give me a place. A crystal clear city, is this realistic?

  .......

The opening ceremony officially began. The host introduced the important guests one by one. Soon it was time for the general manager to give a speech. Jian Wei, who was beside her, handed me her revised speech. I looked at it and shook my head. Need not.

  Jian Wei looked at me incomprehensibly, I smiled and said: "We are a company full of individuality, if the general manager's speech is bound by the speech script, isn't that a joke?"

   As I said that, I walked to the stage, and the staff moved the microphone stand in front of me. I was immersed in my emotions, and I didn't speak for a long time, which made the people in the audience nervous, and gave me a burst of encouraging applause.

After I took a deep breath, I finally opened my mouth: "Thank you friends from all walks of life for coming to the opening ceremony of LuCool Tourism Culture Co., Ltd. today. I am very happy, but I don't intend to say too much. I used to be a member of the bottom of society. The unpopular resident singer at the bar, so let’s sing a song for everyone. The song I wrote myself was written during the lowest period of my life. It may not fit the atmosphere of the celebration, but it is what I want to express the most. It is also some of the ideas that I most want to give to the project of the road of literature and art,"

   There was no sound at the scene, and perhaps no one would replace the serious and official opening speech in my current way.

The staff found a guitar for me. I took off my suit, unbuttoned my shirt, plucked the strings lightly, and said: "This song has no title, I give it to myself, send it to me. To the world, to you, "

"Cold wind, winter snow, cold rain... O world, you gave me everything, why do I look at you and cry, sorrow, joy, memory... O love, you put Everything was given to me, why did my body be torn apart, so, I am like a fish wasted in the forest, swimming around, so, I am like a wolf drowned in the sea, struggling, Die...Life, tear off your hypocritical mask, love, kill my humble soul...Hey, blow a cold wind, take a cold rain, in Thinking of you in one's life...fuck, hey, fuck, hey, what a **** life, what a **** love, what a rip off Let me, don't misunderstand anything, don't betray anything, don't think of you anymore..."

My voice was torn apart with the heavy guitar sound, and then weeping, sobbing... My emotions ran along with the lyrics that I made up. This song has never been written since I wrote it. I sang, because I would lose control, because I would shout, because I would think of the feeling of being torn apart in the rainy night with countless cigarettes lit and holding the guitar.

The heavy guitar sound gradually stopped, the scene was full of ice and fire, some people were immersed in my singing, some people looked at me like a monster, but I gradually calmed down, scanned the crowd, and then saw Jian Wei, this song It was written after we broke up, but does she understand, does she understand that I was torn apart.

   Maybe she understands, because she is crying.

I saw Mi Cai again, she was submerged in the crowd, I couldn't see her expression, but the woman in red shrugged her shoulders at me and gave me a thumbs up again, I don't know if she wanted to express disdain or appreciation .

I took the microphone out of the stand and said with unprecedented calm: "My singing is over. I used to be such a tragedy torn apart by life and love. There are too many similar tragedies and similar people in life. So we all need such a road of literature and art, to be precise, the road of healing, I will walk this road with everyone, and be the first patient to heal, please believe in the charm of this road,... thanks,"

   Finally there was applause from the audience, but the host didn't know how to bring the event back to the normal track, and she was a little confused.

  ...

  The activity is still going on, I light a cigarette, sit in the corner, I can't figure out my life again, so I panic, so I go to the marriage website, so I sing sadly...

  The woman in red came to me, smiled, and said: "After today's opening ceremony is over, I'm afraid everyone in the industry will know that there is such a crazy general manager like you."

"So what,"

   "But I think it's great, and I believe that this road will be born in your hands with a healing gesture,"

  I took a deep breath of the cigarette, smiled and asked, "Where's your generous gift?"

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