My current boyfriend became my black fan

Liao Wenrui was dragged by the leg, and grief and indignation welled up in his heart.

As soon as the slippery skin touched, half of his body softened, and he was dragged into the water logically.Liao Wenrui's body sank, but before his butt landed, Dou Jue grabbed his arm and fished him up again.

Liao Wenrui's face was always red, but now he was so red that he was not afraid of being seen. He tried his best to calm down and quoted the eight-character motto: "A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands."

Dou Jue said, "I never said I was a gentleman."

"..."

Liao Wenrui couldn't compare to him, and he couldn't compare to strength, so he could only linger at him with murderous eyes, trying to overwhelm Zi'er's throbbing heartbeat with murderous aura.

"It scares you." Dou Jue let go of one of his arms, "Brother Rui, are you afraid of being alone with me?"

Isn't this nonsense!

Liao Wenrui: "No, where would it be? Let me go, I'll go eat a peanut."

Dou Jue didn't let him go immediately, she relaxed her fingers slightly, her calloused fingertips slid across her wrist, feeling a wet temptation.

Liao Wenrui: "..."

He said that he wanted to be friends with Dou Jue because he was obsessed with ghosts, so he should just say break up.

It's not that Dou Jue teased him all the time, he just accepted it when he was good. He just liked the way Liao Wenrui was angry and couldn't do anything about him.

That's why the two of them can take a serious bath together at this moment, but Liao Wenrui is still on guard against him and keeps a distance from him.

"You and Song Jia didn't pay for going to the bathhouse..." After finally getting along peacefully, Dou Jue began to look up his dark history again, "Is it true?"

"Did you bring a recording pen and plan to put it on the Internet to expose me?"

"That's true."

"We paid in the end! We just didn't bring cash!"

"So why are you going to the public bath?"

"How can the old man not take a bath in the public bath!"

This answer was so straightforward, but Dou Jue had no way to refute it. He immediately made an excuse: "The public bathhouse is so unhygienic, take a step back, what if you are recognized..."

Liao Wenrui could tell that this kid was jealous just around the corner.In the past, he felt that this kind of behavior of holding on to the past was very troublesome and stupid, but when the object was changed to Dou Jue, he felt that there was something cute in the stupidity.

"Dou Jue." Liao Wenrui thought about it, and although he knew it was wrong, he still asked, "You don't know that you haven't been in love all these years, have you?"

"..." Dou Jue said, "It's like this. When I was in college, I collected love letters one by one. Later, I said I wouldn't accept paper ones, so girls began to send me E-mails." , I don’t know if you understand, some time ago there was an actress named Guo Helin who made scandals with me..."

Liao Wenrui said, "The one I want to fire with you is named Qiu."

Dou Jue's face was calm: "Well, yes, there are too many, I can't even remember the names. You see, you still care about me very much."

His attitude made Liao Wenrui want to laugh even more, almost unable to hold back, but he still had to put on a serious look: "Well, it's just a common concern among friends."

Dou Jue said: "Then I will answer in a normal way, I am such an excellent person, I can't fall in love casually."

This sentence suddenly touched a certain point in Liao Wenrui's heart. He really wanted to continue to ask, you are so good, everyone can see it, but why are you so persistent on me?

This question has always fascinated and frightened Liao Wenrui.

What fascinates is an outstanding young man like Dou Jue, who never forgets him, which satisfies his vanity; what fears is Dou Jue's feelings, he can't weigh the weight contained in it, if he responds, how much he should respond, If it was just a one-shot and two-shot in the end, shouldn't he respond in the first place?

He has seen too many things about separation and reunion. When others come to him for emotional analysis, he can treat them rationally and give suggestions.But when something happened to him, he discovered that rationality and decisiveness were farts.

What he is most afraid of, in fact, he is very clear.

Dou Jue is a rising star, smarter, more capable than him, and more promising than him.Such a person will meet better people in the future, so what can he do with Liao Wenrui?

"Yes, you are such an excellent person," Liao Wenrui said from the bottom of his heart, "I should find someone like you."

He speculated viciously again: "Then the two of you quarreled with elite theory every day, and within a few days you started fighting because of disagreements..."

Dou Jue was still listening to the follow-up carefully, only to hear a change in style: "A month later, the police found you who were missing from a freezer..."

Dou Jue: "..."

"Chicken. Chicken..."

Dou Jue: "..."

"Okay, don't talk about it." Dou Jue said, "I figured it out, you don't have the talent to be a screenwriter, Brother Rui, don't do this in the future to harm the audience."

Liao Wenrui was amused by his own imagination, the sourness just disappeared, and he went to the small table to grab a peanut to eat.

People, it really is more suitable to live happily.

"Brother Rui," Dou Jue tilted his head, quietly looking at his smiling face, "Sometimes you underestimate yourself, so you ignore many things."

"Oh," Liao Wenrui said, "For example."

"Like you're a funny guy."

Liao Wenrui and him looked at each other, then started laughing again with a poof.Dou Jue added: "For example, you have a low smile."

Liao Wenrui shut his mouth: "Okay, it's really not big or small."

Dou Jue smiled, but didn't say what he wanted to say the most.

For example, I like you more than you think.

After the warm bath, he took a hair dryer to dry his hair, said goodnight to Master Long, and the two of them went upstairs to sleep one after the other.

Liao Wenrui walked to the door and was stopped by Dou Jue behind him.He turned back slowly and asked lazily, "What's the matter..."

Dou Jue had already walked in front of him, lifted his chin, lowered her head and pressed a kiss on his lips.

Dou Jue has been different from others since he was a child. He became famous early, developed his mind early, and grew up physically earlier than others.

So when he listened to the girls in the class having romantic fantasies and discussions, such as the fact that a height of seven centimeters is more suitable for kissing, he was very disdainful in his heart.

But he met Liao Wenrui.

At that time, a program interviewed him and asked him how tall he wanted to be.He hardly thought about it, and immediately replied: "1.8 meters three."

Later, his height was more than this number, but he never forgot the wish he was thinking at that time.

Like a dragonfly touching water, only a short stay, but it caused a layer of ripples.The ripples quickly turned into turbulent waves, and Liao Wenrui quickly turned into a boiled shrimp from head to toe: "You..."

"Just a normal goodnight kiss between friends."

Dou Jue's sly eyes sparkled, he was so sly as hell, and he was about to run away after kissing, "Have a good dream, Brother Rui."

It is impossible for Liao Wenrui to have a good night.

Dou Jue's face, those gem-studded eyes, and the body temperature left when his mouth was touched came back and forth in his mind.

In the past, a female artist joked that Dou Jue's mouth is good-looking and suitable for kissing. If any sister or sister is lucky enough to perform a kiss scene with him in the future, she must remember to return to the WeChat group to share her feelings.

Liao Wenrui felt that he could draw a conclusion now: soft and soft, better than fudge.

In the middle of the night, he still couldn't get those messy thoughts out of his head. He turned Dou Jue out and scolded him countless times in his heart, and finally he was bored in the pillow and thought to himself: What's the matter? Restless.

Dou Jue, what a sin.

Liao Wenrui woke up at six o'clock in the morning, this time it was not the rooster, but the biological clock formed during this time.

He wanted to sleep for a while, but Zhou Gong didn't want to keep him.He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long time, then turned his head to look at the musical instruments on the wall.

My father once said that every musical instrument has its own spirituality.Instruments and people have been together for a long time, and a tacit understanding will be formed over the years.

Therefore, the more experienced the musician is, the more thrilling the tunes will be, and the more emotionally resonant they will be.

But these little guys, I am afraid that only Master Long will move around when he is free, and most of the time they are here to collect ashes.

He got up and looked carefully at these wooden collections, and found that some of them were brand new, with almost no traces of being touched.

A handful of erhus with half a patch of paint hanging on the top, it looked like it was quite old, and he took it down by a strange coincidence.

There are not many erhu tunes he can play. The old-fashioned Erquan Yingyue, he can’t play at all. .

Singing on the stage, he sang well, but he couldn't act well.Everyone else thought that at such a young age, he was already pretty good at singing well, so there was no need to be demanding.

But the father was different. He didn't look at him like a child, and always seemed very strict.

More expectation, more disappointment.

As Liao Wenrui grew up slowly, he was already tired of writing boring lyrics, so he began to listen to popular songs.Inspired by the teacher, I started to compose my own music, learn guitar and piano, and enjoy it.

At the literary evening in the third year of junior high school, he played and sang by himself, the first song he wrote.Lei Dong's applause made him realize that he can stand on a bigger stage.

He later learned a lot and experienced countless successes. Only now did he realize that he hadn't even been able to calm down to learn an erhu a long time ago.

The sky gradually turned white, Liao Wenrui moved a small chair, sat on the balcony on the second floor by the windowsill, and played the erhu.

The song he still remembers best is Butterfly Lovers.Many people have heard this song, but they may not know its source.

At the beginning, he was very unfamiliar, the strings were too tight, and the sound he made was harsh and unpleasant, which was worse than that of a novice.After slowly finding the feeling, the melody became soft and gradually took on some ancient charm.

Picking up this thing again after more than ten years, Liao Wenrui's state of mind has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Some things his father said and some actions he did, although he still feels inappropriate, he can understand.

But this understanding was too late, and the gap between life and death could not be crossed.

Chaojing hates white hair, Ximeng treats old friends.

……

Today's breakfast was prepared listening to Liao Wenrui's resentful erhu sound.

The little girl read the medical book all night, and yawned again and again. She ate small wontons and complained: "It's too hard, life is so hard, why do you have to go to work as a human being?"

Long Yu took advantage of the situation and said: "It's too bitter, the life is really too hard, why do people have to forge iron, move water and chop firewood..."

"You talk too much." Master Long shook his beard, and his voice was obviously unhappy, "Xiao Dou and Xiao Liao have been here for almost a month, have you ever complained? They are still celebrities, and they can afford more than you bitter."

"Why don't I just complain..." Long Yu pouted, "I'm not allowed to talk anymore."

The little girl's focus was a bit biased, and she said a long "huh": "Master Liao has been here for almost a month?"

Liao Wenrui figured it out by himself, and it was indeed 20 days, and he still couldn't believe it.He originally thought that he might not be able to stay for half a month.

"Just spend the New Year here. There are singers and actors," said the little girl. "Our family can hold a Spring Festival Gala by ourselves, and save the appearance fee. Damn, hahahaha, how can I be so smart!"

Liao Wenrui: "..."

He is really economically savvy, it's a pity to be a Chinese medicine doctor.

What I have to do in the past two days is to pattern the sword. Master Long has restored many sword casting techniques, and patterning is one of them.

Liao Wenrui's arms were sore, not only his arms, but also his back and legs were sore and sore. He even secretly asked his younger sister for a plaster to stick on his waist.

The situation at Dou Jue's place is a little more optimistic. He is young, strong, and patient, which is highly appreciated by Master Long.

"I really want to accept you as apprentices. You are really more promising than Long Yu," Master Long sighed again, "Oh, it's maddening to compare people to others. Why don't I have such a son."

Liao Wenrui lived for 30 years, and became a "child of other people" for the first time. He was very excited, and he picked it up and rushed to the progress, and he finished a complete sword.

Everyone said that steel can be made after a hundred years of tempering, and a sword can be sharpened for ten years. He has also experienced the twists and turns and difficulties in this.

After the sword is finished, it is necessary to plan off the oxidized iron skin on the surface and grind out the spine of the sword.They have watched this kind of delicate work many times, but they have many difficulties in doing it by themselves.

When filming, such shots are usually hired professionals as stand-ins, and then edited into the feature film.But Dou Jue seemed to want to try all the procedures by himself and learn from Master Long seriously.

His side face was very attractive when he was listening to the lecture, Liao Wenrui didn't go to watch the sword sharpening anymore, and just focused on Dou Jue.

The most frightening thing on campus is this type of person. Not only are they smart and good-looking, but the most important thing is that they put their heart into everything, killing many young men and women in seconds.

Liao Wenrui pushed this pot to Dou Jue's face was so good-looking, the next idiot stared at it without any pressure, he stared in a daze, and automatically imagined Dou Jue's appearance in ancient costumes with long hair. Very much like Ou Yezi in his heart.

"Hey, you're back to your senses, Brother Rui." Dou Jue shook his palm in front of his eyes, with a smug smile on his face, "Don't sleep with your eyes open, we still have work to do."

Liao Wenrui looked ashamed and gave him a hard look: "I didn't sleep, I was thinking about something!"

Master Long looked at them with relief: "You two, you two have such a good relationship."

Liao Wenrui: "..."

Don't say that, it sounds scary.

It was not easy to insert characters. Liao Wenrui used an ink line to fix the engraving area. Master Long, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, wiped the small area with sandpaper.

"What characters do you want to engrave? You have to think about this first."

Liao Wenrui is a waste of names, so he consciously set his sights on Dou Jue.Dou Jue's ability to choose a name was not much better, so she bit the bullet and thought about it: "Let's call it... a name that suits the occasion."

"This sword was fought by the two of you together, and it also witnessed the friendship between the two of you." Master Long helped them make a decision, "The friendship between pines and cypresses will grow stronger with time, and it was produced in the cold winter months. Let’s call it Sui Han.”

Sui Han's traditional characters are relatively easy to type, and after only half an hour of engraving, after wiping it with sandpaper, the sword looks decent.

"Go," Master Long ordered, "Bring up the well water, it's time to quench the fire."

Quenching is the life-and-death test of a sword. If it passes, it is a good sword. If it does not pass the previous efforts, it will be in vain.

Liao Wenrui held his breath, feeling that he had never been so nervous during the art exam year.

Master Long stopped pulling the bellows, pulled out the red-hot sword, and slammed into the well water that had been frozen for a long time.

"Stab-la-la-" There was a sound, and many small air bubbles appeared on the body of the sword. After a while, Master Long took out the sword, knocked and folded it vigorously with his hands.

Liao Wenrui only felt that it was not the sword that Master Long was tossing about, but his fragile heart of glass.

"It's done."

Liao Wenrui: "Ahhhhhh—"

He felt that his hard work in the past month had paid off, and he almost didn't cry.

Dou Jue stretched out her arms towards him: "Come to hug me, Brother Rui?"

"Hug!" Liao Wenrui was so happy that he didn't care about anything at the moment, he hugged Dou Jue's waist and abdomen, and took the opportunity to wipe two tears on Dou Jue's shoulder.

With the hilt and scabbard, a majestic Longquan sword was born out of the sky. Liao Wenrui touched it like a baby, remembering the last sentence said by the wise man in the script of "Famous Sword".

"Famous swords are rare, but greed is common. Famous swords are supposed to match a gentleman, but they are often matched with killing."

Dou Jue and Liao Wenrui posted Weibo almost at the same time. Anyway, they were smashed last time, and they didn't care if there were more gossip.

The picture that Liao Wenrui accompanied was the engraving of Sui Hanjian. In fact, he really wanted to show off the Meteorite Sword, but he was afraid that Dou Jue would be unbalanced, so he refrained from posting it.

Dou Jue's picture is Liao Wenrui holding a sword.Liao Wenrui clicked on the big picture, checked the original picture, and confirmed that the person inside was indeed himself. He said in disbelief, "Student Dou Jue, tell me if you have mastered this picture."

"It's your photo," Dou Jue said, "Why do I want a photo?"

Liao Wenrui's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he immediately forwarded Dou Jue's Weibo.

The reaction in the comments was exactly the same as that of Liao Wenrui himself.

@鸟飞二月: Day, handsome guy who are you!

@鹿明食野平: Oh my god, you guys are really together, can this sword have the same style? I really want it!

@游士梦梦: Master Liao is so handsome!How fat four!Will her appearance improve when she stays with Doudou?Master Liao, what about your little belly!Are you going to ditch your little belly?

@贾如不经年: My Dou is really kind, I took pictures and returned P pictures, conscientious teammates.

……

@肖文黑: emmmmm... A token of love?

God damn token of love.

Liao Wenrui had a ghost in his heart and wanted to delete this comment so as not to be seen by Dou Jue.

However, this comment quickly became popular, and was replied by many people. After deleting it, it seemed that there was no silver 300 taels here.

He clicked on Liao Wenhei's homepage and found that this person's profile had been changed at some point: Liao Hei, but Dou Liao always pushed him.

Liao Wenrui: "..."

The latest Weibo is also: Dou Liaotang, so delicious.

Very good, I have switched from black fans to CP fans.

The homework is done, and the time spent here is getting less and less.

On the eve of their departure, Master Long gave them a farewell banquet. They were full of wine and food. Liao Wenrui sat on the balcony, watching the lonely stars in the sky and the dormant mountain dome in the dark.

Dou Jue came to sit beside him, and the two of them were in a daze quietly together.

The atmosphere was unexpectedly gentle and harmonious, none of them spoke, enjoying the quietness of this moment.

There is no busy work, no full schedule, and their time progress bar seems to be stretched and slowed down.But the pleasant time is not long, and they will soon return to their previous lives.

Dou Jue brought two cups of hangover tea and said, "Brother Rui, in a few days, it will be Christmas again."

Liao Wenrui thought he was going to revisit old accounts, and was about to refute, but heard Dou Jue sighing: "We still can't live together this year."

"What kind of Christmas is it?" Liao Wenrui said, "It's never been there before."

Dou Jue said: "Brother Rui, do you know that, although I was sad for a long time about that incident eight years ago, I don't hate you."

Unexpectedly, Dou Jue would say that, Liao Wenrui didn't know how to respond, so he had to listen quietly.

"You had your position at that time, and you didn't want to accept me. It was normal. I was younger than you, so I was not equal from the beginning. This is an objective factor, and I can't blame others." Dou Jue said, "So I changed. I stand in front of you again."

He said the truth in this way, and Liao Wenrui felt that he should also express his opinion.The previous conflicts and entanglements, grievances and grievances cannot be written off, but they should not be brooded anymore.

"You are fine now, better than everyone expected."

"Really? But I don't think it's enough." Dou Jue said, "Come and have a drink? There's no more wine, so I can only drink some tea. Respect the past like smoke and never look back."

"Don't look back..." Liao Wenrui's eyes suddenly flickered, and he raised his teacup.He had a premonition that he would remember this night for many days to come.

Dou Jue squeezed the cup, and his thoughts went back to 11 years ago, when he and Liao Wenrui met for the first time.As a child, he would still feel nervous if he had to perform a sketch in front of so many people.

Liao Wenrui's songs are next to his sketches, so they stay in the same lounge.He repeated his lines silently over and over again, afraid that he would be nervous and unable to remember when he was on stage.

Seeing his appearance, Liao Wenrui found it very interesting, and stopped him out of kindness.

"Don't be so tense, the more tense you get, the more tense you are. How about I show you a magic trick?"

Dou Jue stared at him intently, Liao Wenrui scratched under his eyelids, and stroked his forehead.

"I drove away all accidents, you will never have any problems." Liao Wenrui smiled, "Are you still nervous?"

These words seemed to have magical powers, easily calming down all the emotions in his heart.The hand that touched his forehead entered his dream just like that.

……

They set off back to Beijing in the afternoon of the second day. Both of them tacitly chose not to take the plane. Dou Jue drove his Porsche on the high speed and let Liao Wenrui take a ride.

The figure of Master Long's family became smaller and smaller, and the scenery of Longquan gradually faded away. Liao Wenrui leaned against the window, and softly hummed a piece of the new song that he thought of last night.

"Don't look back..."

After he hummed the climax part, Dou Jue finally recognized that it was a new song, and he looked at Liao Wenrui in some surprise, who obviously didn't realize that he was humming.

"This place can't lower the tone... If it's lowered, it won't taste good..." Liao Wenrui said to himself, "It can't be too high..."

Suddenly, his inspiration burst out, he took out a small notebook from his pocket, and actually wrote the song just like that.

Dou Jue was careful not to disturb his state.

Liao Wenrui was thinking about it by himself, and while writing, he would also call up the APP of the simulated piano to play a piece for trial listening.When they arrived at the rest station in Zhengzhou, it was already dark, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten dinner.

He put away the props, looked at the living person beside him, and asked pitifully, "Have you eaten?"

Dou Jue didn't have anything to eat, so they temporarily decided to stay in Zhengzhou for one night and have a hearty meal by the way.

The dinner was delivered to the suite by the hotel. Liao Wenrui stuffed it a little bit, and then took out a stack of staff paper from the suitcase, and straightened out the draft that he typed in the afternoon.

"It would be nice if there was a piano, and I can play it now." After Liao Wenrui finished writing, he looked at the piece carefully.

He has not written a work that satisfies him for a long time, and now this achievement is hard-won.

"You can add whistles to the prelude...Let the girls come, or let the boys come, and I will record a demo when I go back, and let Teacher Wen listen to it..."

"What about the lyrics, when will you write them?"

When Dou Jue was in college, he also took music arrangement as an elective, and learned a little bit.But compared with Liao Wenrui, he is a layman who can only kneel and listen.

As a brainless fan, all he can do is look forward to the finished product.

"Let's find time to write it when I go back. I probably have some ideas."

He made up two sets of music in one afternoon, one of which was not perfect, but he had no time to take care of it, and fell asleep early.

In his dreams, he dreamed that someone was singing his new song, which was beautiful, clear and spiritual.He got closer to see who that person was, but the closer he got, the more blurred his face became.

"He once said that the days of loneliness are still far away from him..."

Liao Wenrui walked in the dark, wondering who this is.

There was a light ahead, hitting the person who was singing.Liao Wenrui suddenly found himself in a sea of ​​people, and he was dizzy from the waves of light sticks.

"Dreams thrown away, time scattered..."

He sang along in a low voice, meeting the eyes of the man on the stage.

That was 16-year-old Liao Wenrui. His appearance was immature, his eyes were clear, and his whole body was glowing.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the afternoon that Liao Wenrui woke up.After sleeping for too long, his head was aching, and he tried hard to recall what was in his dream.

Dou Jue was wearing a white bathrobe, lying on his side beside him, playing with his hair.

"You're awake..." Dou Jue asked softly, "What do you want to eat? Brother Rui? Let me—"

Liao Wenrui got up suddenly, pushed him away and ran to lie on the table, took out a piece of paper and wrote the lyrics.

Dou Jue: "..."

They arrived at their destination in the evening, and Dou Jue sent Liao Wenrui home, still worried about his condition.

"I'll stay here with you all night, what if you're hungry in the middle of the night?"

Liao Wenrui understood his thoughts very well, and sternly refused: "I'll order takeaway when I'm hungry."

"Takeout is unhealthy."

Liao Wenrui couldn't refuse the look in the eyes of that little milk dog, and his heart softened for a moment: "Okay."

This is the private house that Liao Wenrui lived in when he was free. It has good lighting and a quiet environment. It is also next to the stray cat and dog adoption base he invested in.

The most important thing is that it is hidden, and the security is strict. The surrounding routes are relatively winding, and it is not easy to be followed by paparazzi.

Dou Jue looked over all the furnishings in the room, and her eyes stopped on the piano in front of the French windows.

"Do you want to listen to something? It just so happens that there is nothing to do now, so I can play a few paragraphs."

Liao Wenrui lifted the cover of the piano, pressed his fingers on the keys, and the piano made a muffled "dong" sound.

"I want to listen to the piece you composed before, rainydays, it would be great if there is a violin ensemble."

"You still remember that." Liao Wenrui smiled happily, he was like a person who just broke out of the cocoon, suddenly relaxed, "The violin is my senior sister... We haven't been in touch for a long time, we don't have a violin, just listen to it .”

He was sitting on a chair, his hair drooping softly, black casual clothes and long bangs made him look far younger than his age.He breathed out, and put his finger between black and white reverently.

Soft and flexible notes bloomed from his fingers, flying out like a butterfly with fluttering wings, or jumping on tiptoe like a cat, occupying the entire room.

Music is selfless. In the fantasy world, the spring rain falls, the grass sprouts, and the raindrops fall on the lake, hitting the floating green duckweed.An orange-red goldfish hurried through the overlapping ripples, its white jade-like tail swayed, and disappeared in the deeper lake water in an instant.

At the end of the song, Liao Wenrui turned his head slowly and saw the tears in Dou Jue's eyes.

"What's going on." Dou Jue knew that she had lost her composure, and raised her hand to wipe away her tears, "I don't know why, but I suddenly want to cry."

Liao Wenrui looked at him quietly, without speaking for a long time.

"Thank you."

Liao Wenrui suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and he made an impromptu adaptation, adding some recent moods, but unexpectedly, Dou Jue understood it.

The gradually thickening emotions made both of them inexplicably ashamed, especially Liao Wenrui, who felt uncomfortable no matter how they sat.He cleared his throat and wanted to change the subject: "Would you like... Try it yourself and play something?"

Dou Jue's eyes were still red, he shook his head: "I can hear you playing well."

Liao Wenrui tried to play the newly composed piece again, and he thought it was okay, so he put it away with satisfaction.

Dou Jue suddenly said: "Brother Rui, have you thought about taking over the soundtrack of the famous sword?"

This idea has indeed been in Liao Wenrui's mind for two days, but after thinking about it, he doesn't have that much confidence to go to the next movie.

"If you want, I'll go and talk to Director Chen about it...he may not be able to find someone better than you."

A voice in Liao Wenrui's heart said: Just try it, don't you want to start all over again?

"I'll make some sample songs and show them to Director Chen and the producer first. If they are satisfied, we will talk about the next thing."

This was a surprise for Dou Jue, and he immediately contacted the director to discuss cooperation.

Dou Jue had to catch up on the announcement early the next morning, so she went to bed early and woke up early.Before Liao Wenrui woke up, he made breakfast, left a note and quietly left the door.

On a new day, there is no shortage of smog outside, but there are many people who get up early and rush around.

Liao Wenrui was woken up by Jing Yan's phone call and asked him to get up and run to keep fit, so as not to put the fat back to sleep.

"Since you started exercising until now, you have lost ten catties! My dear! This is a milestone progress!" Jing Yan's crying was loud, and most of the little dolls clamored for milk, "Come to the studio in the afternoon, there is a new work arrangements."

Liao Wenrui picked up the note left by Dou Jue and glanced at it:

I slept until noon again, there is breakfast on the table.

Liao Wenrui sneered, folded the piece of paper, and looked back into the distance.

Afternoon 15: 00

Dou Jue wore an ascetic suit and changed several poses in front of the camera.The assistant took his mobile phone and helped him reply to some nagging investors.

When the shoot was over, someone came with a coat and put it on him.He took the tea from his assistant, said thank you in a low voice, then opened the photo album and began to look at Liao Wenrui's photos.

Traveling on a limited number today, Liao Wenrui sat in the back seat of Iris' car, watching the busy traffic outside boredly.

Jing Yan's voice is playing automatically: "Traffic jam? Then take a detour! Iris! Can't you count the time of traffic jam!"

Liao Wenrui sighed, and clicked another voice of Jing Yan.

Cloudy weather today, no wind and no rain.

It's just that after being separated for a few hours, each of them misses each other a little.

The author has something to say: Host: Do you two think your lovers are "romantic" enough?

Liao Wenrui: I don't see much romance...the waves are quite waves.

~(≧▽≦)/~V!Thank you for supporting the genuine little angels!

Because I want to be a little ahead of the clip, the update time for these two days is not fixed.

From today to NO.15, every chapter still draws [-] little angels to give out red envelopes~

PS: All the screen names in today's chapter... are sponsored by the same friend.

Another PS: Chaojing hates white hair, Ximeng treats old friends.Excerpted from Mei Yaochen's "September [-]th Dream of Uncle Ouyang Yong"