ten year dream

After the filming of Group A ended, Liang Xingjue successfully completed his role within a few days.As the first main actor to wrap up, the crew simply gave him a breakup meal.

In order to finish the banquet, Mu Yan even called off work early, and several members who had a good personal relationship with Liang Xingjue sat around in the private room, some played mahjong and others chatted and waited for the food.

Liang Xingjue and Mo Zheng were sitting together talking about the shooting these days, but they couldn't help looking at the mahjong table from the corner of their eyes—why is Guan Yan there!And why Guan Yan knew how to play mahjong at a young age!

Mo Zheng looked over from the corner of Liang Xingjue's eyes, and saw Guan Yan who was collecting money after killing all directions, "When did you meet her?"

Liang Xingjue chuckled, "I met in Group C."

Mo Zheng looked at him quietly, and Liang Xingjue gave up and whispered, "She seems to be rotten. Then she loves me and Yuan Weiqi's CP."

Mo Zheng let out an "oh", but he didn't know what it meant.

Liang Xingjue felt a little guilty, and said softly, "Actually, we don't know each other very well..."

Mo Zheng nodded, and continued the topic just now.

After the food was served, the people next to the mahjong machine reluctantly collected the money and returned to the round table.

"Okay, everyone, listen to me first." Mu Yan stood up with a leadership demeanor.

The others put down their bowls and chopsticks, Liang Xingjue looked left and right, and put the little meatballs that were about to be eaten back into the bowl.

"Thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come to this Star-Lord's wrap-up banquet," Mu Yan held up his wine glass and said in a rhythmic tone, "Star-Lord, you are a good comrade!"

Several people on the table clapped their hands, and the corners of Liang Xingjue's mouth twitched. How familiar these people were with such a scene, they didn't need to be the leader to remind them when they clapped their hands.

"Xingjue, as a newcomer, has grown rapidly in a short period of time and perfectly performed the role of Jiang Guansheng." Mu Yan spared no effort to praise, "I chose an excellent actor like Xingjue for me, and I feel very happy." Happy!"

There was another burst of loud applause, Liang Xingjue raised his hand, and clapped a few times like a sea lion.

After Mu Yan finished speaking, he pointed the wine glass at Liang Xingjue and said, "Xingjue, if there is a chance in the future, I hope we will have a chance to cooperate."

Liang Xingjue hurriedly stood up holding the cup, "It's my honor to cooperate with Director Mu."—Yes, he was infected by Mu Yan.

The two clinked glasses, and Mu Yan poured another glass of wine into his own glass, saying: "Today, I am treating guests, and Mo Zheng will pay for it, so you don't have to be cautious and eat openly."

With an order, everyone on the table except Guan Yan who was carrying fruit juice raised their wine glasses, drank it all in one gulp, and began to overeat.

Liang Xingjue finally had a chance to pick up his own little meatballs, but Gao Yunwei picked up a chicken leg and put it in the bowl and began to chew it.Liang Xingjue watched silently as she solved a chicken leg within a minute, and was so surprised that all the little meatballs fell on the table.

Guan Yan, who was separated by a person, also picked up a bowl full of vegetables for herself, and said to Liang Xingjue who couldn't hold his tongue: "Brother Xingjue, we actresses are very pitiful, we can only eat more on occasions like this. "

This... is not called eating more.

Liang Xingjue looked at Gao Yunwei's pile of chicken bones in front of him, and then at Guan Yan's bowl of dishes that were almost full, feeling that he had received a mental shock.

Mo Zheng picked up a few bamboo shoots for Liang Xingjue who dropped the meatball and said, "You will get used to it."

Liang Xingjue looked at him with dull eyes.

Halfway through eating, Mu Yan asked: "But I still want to know, how did you make him change from a stiff state at that time?"

Everyone else seemed to have heard about this miraculous turn, so they couldn't help but stop eating.

Liang Xingjue noticed that all eyes were on him and Mo Zheng, silently swallowed the food in his mouth, and sat upright.

"What?" Mo Zheng paused for a moment inscrutablely, "Because Xingjue and I have similar experiences, so we communicated with each other."

——as imaginary father and son.

A group of people waited for a half-truth and half-false answer, and continued to eat in disappointment.

"I think Xingjue is really talented." Gao Yunwei was about full, with a pile of bird bones in front of her, "During the first filming, I taught him some movements, and he was able to digest and perform very well. "

Mu Yan nodded in agreement, "It is indeed a very good work of art to carve."

Liang Xingjue smiled awkwardly, originally he only wanted to be a good singer.

"But there is a problem," Mu Yan raised his chopsticks, "sometimes he is more restrained, and sometimes he puts it too far. It takes a few times to get used to it before he finds the center of gravity."

Liang Xingjue nodded, "I understand."

Sitting across from him, Yu Xi took off his make-up and looked very young. He said "Hey" and said, "Xingjue has already performed outstandingly since he just started. Director Mu, don't be too harsh."

Mu Yan raised his eyebrows and nodded with his mouth crooked.

"After this wrap-up banquet, everyone will leave one by one." Guan Yan looked a little bit reluctant, then raised her head and asked, "Director, when will the film conference start?"

"It will take about a month or two before the filming is finished," Mu Yan already had a schedule in mind, "The film will be promoted a year ago, and it will be released during the Spring Festival."

"Oh." Guan Yan responded cutely.

Liang Xingjue ate food in silence, which meant that at least before the Spring Festival, he and Mo Zheng still had a chance to meet.

"Brother Xingjue," Guan Yan's face suddenly turned, "Will Yuan Weiqi come to the press conference?"

The few people on the table didn't seem to understand why, and their eyes moved over unconsciously.

Liang Xingjue shook his chopsticks and asked with a dry smile, "Why did Wei Qi come here?"

"I'm cheering for you." Guan Yan said it as a matter of course, as if he and Yuan Weiqi had a fateful friendship.

Liang Xingjue glanced at Mo Zheng in a panic, but the man just ate his food quietly, as if he didn't hear anything.

"This... probably won't come, Wei Qi is also very busy." Liang Xingjue said awkwardly.

"Oh." Guan Yan looked a little regretful.

Liang Xingjue was afraid that others would hear something, so he hurriedly said, "If you like Wei Qi, I'll ask for an autograph for you?"

Guan Yan's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Hmm..." Liang Xingjue replied.

"Won't it bother you?" Guan Yan's eyes sparkled even more.

"No..." Liang Xingjue's voice became smaller and smaller.

"Thank you!" Guan Yanxi smiled authentically, then secretly took out her mobile phone and yelled in the WeChat group:

【ah! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !Brother Xingjue promised to help me get Brother Wei Qi's autograph! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !What does this mean!It shows that they have a very good relationship! ! ! ! !It means that they are about to meet! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

Soon there was a howl of wolves in the wechat group.

Liang Xingjue looked at Guan Yan's bright eyes for some reason, and thought silently, maybe this is one of the things he needs to get used to.

After dinner, a few squirrels played mahjong for a while, and then reluctantly bid farewell to Liang Xingjue and Mo Zheng.

Liang Xingjue looked at the messy dining table and said, "Brother Zheng, let's go out."

Mo Zheng nodded, and walked with Liang Xingjue to the quiet garden next to the hotel.

"Brother Zheng, sit down first." Liang Xingjue stood beside the recliner and said.

Mo Zheng sat down and looked up at Liang Xingjue curiously.

Liang Xingjue collected himself, put his hands by his side like a young pioneer, and said, "Brother Zheng, I wrote a song on the day I rested, and I want to sing it to you."

Mo Zheng felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, but he still nodded while watching the changes.

Liang Xingjue's fingers seemed to be trembling a little. After clearing his throat, he sang slowly:

"Lonely city / ignorant people / ringing the bell in my heart / one glance is eternity /..."

When Mo Zheng heard this, he faintly felt that Liang Xingjue meant something.Liang Xingjue saw his face change slightly, and his voice trembled accordingly.

Without a moving accompaniment, without a gorgeous voice, Liang Xingjue sang line by line, but the affection flowing out of his heart was complete.

"Ah, I have this heartbeat to love you alone / The heartache that connects to eternity / I don't want to turn into nothing / Can you hear my praise / Can you hug me tightly / Until the end of the play / La la la... …/A dream that never ends/La la la.../Until the end of the show.”

When he sang the chorus, Liang Xingjue raised his voice, expressing his desire for love in a weeping way.

Mo Zheng listened, and slowly lowered his eyelids, not daring to look into those expectant eyes.

At the end of the song, Liang Xingjue blushed and hesitantly asked, "Brother Zheng...what do you think...?"

If you can't hear the struggle and hope in this song, Mo Zheng has spent so many years in the music circle in vain.

"Hmm..." Mo Zheng crossed his fingers, "It's a very good song."

Liang Xingjue's face was red, his ears were red, his heart was beating like a drum, and even his breathing was several degrees hotter than the night wind.

"You can tell Mr. Ning." Mo Zheng looked up, showing a professional smile.

Liang Xingjue's aura stopped at that moment, and his eyes gradually changed from surprise to dullness.

Mo Zheng didn't dare to look at his slightly sagging back, got up and said, "Let's go back."

Liang Xingjue stood there motionless.

Mo Zheng turned his head and said, "Leave Xingjue."

Liang Xingjue looked at him, his feet seemed to be filled with lead.

"Xingjue?" Mo Zheng called out again.

"Brother Zheng, I..." Liang Xingjue said with trembling lips, "I like you."

Mo Zheng was silent, his tight lips and frown were expressing his rejection.

Obviously he should have shut up, and he should have smiled and said it was just a joke, but what Liang Xingjue said went against his rationality.

"I can't be friends with Brother Zheng. If you don't like me, leave now." Liang Xingjue stared straight at Mo Zheng, but panic had spread from his fingertips to his whole body.

That kind of fear comes from rejection, and even more from the self who will still love this person deeply even if he is rejected.

Mo Zheng was silent for a long time, like the silence before the execution.

"I..." After a while, Mo Zheng said slowly, "I like you very much, Xingjue."

Liang Xingjue was startled, but he continued: "You are just like my younger brother."

In the quiet garden, there is only a trace of cold tenderness cast by the moonlight covered by thin clouds.

Mo Zheng took a slight step, "Sorry."

Liang Xingjue watched Mo Zheng walk out of his sight, and the wood carving and clay sculpture stood in place.

That silence lasted for a long time, until a taxi drove up to him.

"Sir, a gentleman surnamed Mo asked me to pick you up here just now," the driver said.

Liang Xingjue looked at him, his wide-open eyes began to turn red.

Ah, what a... what a gentle and cruel man.

"Sir?" The driver couldn't help being surprised when he saw his appearance.

"I'm fine," Liang Xingjue covered his eyes, "It's just a broken relationship."