ten year dream

Early the next morning, when Liang Xingjue was in the middle of taking a shower, the cell phone in the living room rang.

"Xing Xing, your phone number." Liang's mother called outside the door.

"Who is it?" Liang Xingjue asked from the bathroom after turning off the water

Mother Liang looked at the caller ID and shouted, "It's Sister He."

"Mom, give me a call." Liang Xingjue quickly put on a towel and opened the door slightly.

When Liang's mother handed the phone in through the gap, the phone had already stopped ringing. Liang Xingjue closed the bathroom door and dialed back immediately.

The other side picked up the phone before it rang twice, Sister He's voice sounded a little sullen, "Xingjue, what happened between you and Wei Qi?"

"What's wrong?" Liang Xingjue became flustered. Could it be that he let Yuan Weiqi know part of the script, or was it exposed that he changed Yuan Weiqi's script?

"Go and check Wei Qi's Weibo." He Xinzhu said in a deep voice, "Call me after reading it."

"Oh... good." Liang Xingjue hung up the phone and posted on Weibo.

The default Weibo account is a private account. The account used for the competition had too many glories and losses, and he has not used it for a long time.Liang Xingjue used his personal account to search Yuan Weiqi's Weibo, and saw the latest one that read: "May you regain your own glory, come on!"

The accompanying picture is a group photo of them during the match. The two of them are not close to each other. Yuan Weiqi smiles softly and softly, while he raises his eyebrows, looking as if he should be beaten.

What's wrong with this?

Liang Xingjue was puzzled, and he didn't care that he didn't finish washing, so he quickly lathered up, put on his clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

After dialing He Xinzhu's phone number, Liang Xingjue said, "Sister He, I saw it."

Seems to be waiting for his comment over there.

"Hmm... Sister He, what's the matter?" Liang Xingjue couldn't get a response and could only ask.

"You can't see the problem?" He Xinzhu had a headache.

"Hmm... is there a problem with the picture?" Liang Xingjue thought that only his annoying face was a little out of line.

He Xinzhu had no choice but to explain: "Wei Qi's Weibo has already been blown up, and fans overwhelmingly think that you are rubbing his popularity."

Liang Xingjue's heart trembled, he only glanced at the content of Weibo, but did not read the comments.

"You also know that you and Wei Qi were each other's biggest rivals at the time, and the two fans were completely at odds. Although it has been a long time, you are still an unforgettable threat in the eyes of Wei Qi's fans." The current situation was caused at the time The company is also responsible, after all, there must be confrontation for the ratings.However, the consequences of the confrontation are not shallow. The black fans and brain damage of the two companies are beyond the control of the company, and sometimes the troubles are difficult to deal with.

"What... what should I do?" Liang Xingjue asked confusedly.

"I just called Wei Qi and he didn't answer. I'll contact him later." He Xinzhu also felt a little tricky.

"Oh." Liang Xingjue's voice was disturbed.

He Xinzhu sighed, and said, "It doesn't matter, it will increase your exposure rate."

Liang Xingjue didn't answer, he didn't want such exposure.

"Okay, get ready and go to the theater quickly." He Xinzhu's voice was much softer than before, "You will be able to appear in variety shows after filming this movie."

Variety shows are a faster and more effective way to expose, and He Xinzhu felt relieved a lot when thinking about these.

Liang Xingjue also knew the importance of variety shows, and there was some joy in his voice, "Yes."

He Xinzhu hung up the phone and was about to call Yuan Weiqi, but his fingers stopped.

She is Catcher's manager, and now she is also managing Liang Xingjue. If she insists on clearing up this matter, one party will always be frustrated.

Thinking of Yuan Weiqi's large-scale disapproval on Weibo, it is absolutely impossible for fans to believe that they are friends, but another relationship, no matter how deep the hatred, can be easily accepted.

He Xinzhu's eyes flashed, and he dialed the company's phone number with brisk fingers.

Liang Xingjue arrived at the theater with anxiety and panic, and was informed to go to group C to shoot.

In order to save time, the filming was divided into three groups. Mu Yan's Group A was responsible for the main scenes, while the two assistant directors of Group B and Group C were responsible for the less important auxiliary lines.

Liang Xingjue was already uneasy in his heart, and coupled with the fact that he suddenly changed groups and couldn't see Mo Zheng, his performance seemed to be tied.

The assistant director, Song Ting, is a patient woman, but she also seemed a little displeased after calling the card a dozen times, "Jiang Guansheng, you are looking for clues in your own home, not a thief, so don't act timid."

Liang Xingjue seemed to hear the laughter behind him, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."

"Come again." Song Ting said.

After packing up the scene and playing the board, Liang Xingjue began to rummage through the box to find something. His movements were too big, and he accidentally bumped into the open drawer.

"Cut!" Song Ting yelled to stop, and hurried forward to check his injuries.

Liang Xingjue seemed to be in some pain from the bump, he covered his hands and said, "It's okay."

Song Ting pulled his hand away, and saw that the arm was red. Although the skin was broken, fortunately there was no bleeding.

"Okay, okay, you should rest today, I will let you take you to the hospital." Song Ting said and wanted to call someone.

"It's okay, I can still act." Liang Xingjue said quickly.

"Is it okay?" Song Ting rolled her eyes, "It won't hurt to delay for a day, I'll shoot other people's parts first."

Moreover, Liang Xingjue's state was very chaotic, and it would still be the same after a few more shots.

Song Ting secretly thought that it would be good to let him go back.

Liang Xingjue hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Sorry."

"It's okay." Song Ting called a drama manager over, "Xiao Yuan, take Xingjue to the hospital and send him back properly."

Xiao Yuan seemed a little displeased, and stood aside without saying a word.

Liang Xingjue took his coat and left the theater silently. Song Ting gave him a wink, but Xiao Yuan could only roll his eyes and follow him out.

Leaving the theater, Liang Xingjue realized that Xiao Yuan was still following him, and said, "I'm fine, just wipe some alcohol when I get home, and I won't trouble you."

"That's what you said." The drama manager surnamed Yuan said unhappily.

Liang Xingjue looked at the bored eyes of the man, smiled wryly and nodded.

Xiao Yuan got an affirmative answer and turned his head to leave. Liang Xingjue stood at the corner of the street, feeling his arm hurt more than before.

Does everyone think he shouldn't appear in public?Did everyone feel that he was in the light of others?Does everyone hate him.

At that moment, Liang Xingjue tasted helplessness again.

My mother works in a boutique and the house is empty.

Liang Xingjue sterilized his arm with alcohol, and buried himself in the sofa.

Turning on his phone and opening Weibo, he gave up and opened his official account that he hadn't logged in for a long time.

Although there is no news for two years, there are still tens of thousands of fans on the official account.There were countless unread private messages, Liang Xingjue clicked on it, and as expected, he saw some sarcasm, or cursing words, washing away the praise and encouragement that he used to read every day like a baby. Not left.

Putting down his phone, Liang Xingjue looked helplessly at the old and yellowed ceiling.

Why did he go out of his way to abuse him on Weibo?Why did he receive so much groundless criticism?What is he persisting to this day?For childhood wish?For the dream of singing?

But what is he doing now?

Acting, being an actor, making a movie.

Dream of singing?

Liang Xingjue laughed weakly, only to realize that a pool of salty liquid had accumulated on the sofa.

Why is his life so sad?

He just wanted to sing...

The phone rang suddenly, and Liang Xingjue's broken thoughts slowly closed up. He reached out to touch the phone and put it in front of his eyes, Liang Xingjue's tears flooded again.

——Brother Zheng.

Liang Xingjue wiped away his tears and calmed down his breathing before picking up the phone, "Brother Zheng?"

"Xingjue, I heard that you were injured." The usually calm man's voice was rarely flustered, "how are you now?"

"Oh, it's okay." Liang Xingjue suppressed the trembling in his chest, "It's just a little skinny, nothing happened."

Mo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, have you gone to the hospital yet?"

"There's no need to go to the hospital for such a small injury," Liang Xingjue forced a smile, his voice hoarse as if forced out of his throat, "I'll just apply some medicine at home."

"Xingjue," Mo Zheng heard his trembling, "what's wrong with you?"

Liang Xingjue was startled, held his breath, and said, "I'm fine."

There was silence for a while, and the voice from the side also weakened, it seemed that Mo Zheng had walked into a secluded room.

"Xingjue, are you crying?"

The low voice, like a dragon drum, slowly flowed into Liang Xingjue's eardrums.It seemed that the closed valve was finally opened, and the violent flood came.

Before crying like a child, Liang Xingjue pressed the hang up button.But they called again soon, again and again, without interruption.

Liang Xingjue sobbed and clenched his phone tightly, the name jumping on the screen was his salvation, but he couldn't let that person see his ugly appearance.

There was no answer for a long time, and the other party finally gave up and sent a text message instead.

Four small characters popped up on the screen: [Tell me]

Tell me all your sorrows, tell me all your pains, don't bear it alone, I'm by your side.

Liang Xingjue looked at the four simple small characters displayed under the name of his loved one in the hazy mist, and couldn't help pressing the phone to his chest.

How could he not love this person?How... can he stop this throbbing that clings to his breath?

Liang Xingjue opened the text message and replied: [I'm just a little hesitant. I only wanted to sing, but now I can't perform well in plays, and I can't sing songs either. 】

This was the most coquettish he could do. After it was shown that the other party had received the letter, Liang Xingjue anxiously waited for the answer.

This time it was replaced by a long silence over there, Liang Xingjue stared at the phone screen, his heart beating in panic.

After a long time, Mo Zheng sent a reply. Liang Xingjue's eyes red from crying could hardly believe the sentence he saw. He read it several times before suddenly holding the phone in his arms again.

[Although it can only be accompanied by harmony, would you like to sing the theme song of the movie with me? 】