Dust's Perjury

The low-key car slowly drove into the community where Lin Sha lived.

Fortunately, there was no one in the garage in the afternoon, so Wu Chen's whereabouts would not be exposed.

He didn't have the arrogance of being a big star, he took the initiative to set up the portable wheelchair after getting out of the car, opened the co-pilot's door and wanted to hug Lin Sha to get out of the car.

Lin Sha's eyes froze slightly, and he immediately pushed his arm away: "I'll do it myself."

"Why are you being polite?" Wu Chen acted vigorously, completely ignoring any resistance, and stretched out his hand to unbuckle his seat belt and hug him by the waist, put him firmly on the wheelchair, then locked the car leisurely, and said with a smile: "Mr. Lin Why is it so light? It's even lighter than a girl."

Too close to touch.

Lin Sha's mind went blank for a moment, and he replied after a while: "Anyone who hasn't walked for more than ten years will have atrophied muscles."

Wu Chen pushed into the wheelchair and walked towards the elevator: "Don't worry about asking a question, I'm a little curious, what happened to your leg?"

"I was hit by a car when I was in elementary school." Lin Sha said calmly: "There is no thrilling story."

"How difficult it is to live such an excellent life, isn't it already thrilling?" Wu Chen pushed him into the elevator, and then habitually disguised himself with a mask to avoid being bumped into trouble by passers-by.

Lin Sha was surprised: "Excellent?"

Wu Chen blinked: "That's right, isn't Teacher Lin only 25? Sister Su Qiu told me that you were very talented when you were studying, and now you are considered famous, right? It is said that we are still in the same university, but I Three years later than you, and transferred to Korea very early."

"What a coincidence." Lin Sha changed the subject indifferently: "Is it okay to be an idol but be so talkative?"

Wu Chen was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud.

Lin Sha turned his head: "If you talk too much, you will lose."

Wu Chen spread his hands: "It doesn't matter, I originally planned to make money for a few years, and then turn to start a business behind the scenes."

The flirtatious grand plans and great ambitions are completely spoken by a heroic child.

Lin Sha smiled lightly, not wanting to comment at all.

-

The private space of home is the reflection of everyone's heart.

The furnishings in the small house are simple and light, and most of the hoards are books and musical instruments, showing the owner's simple life and rich heart.

It was Wu Chen's second visit. After he came in, he looked around and found that Lin Sha had silently washed his hands, moved to the front of the electronic piano, and immediately walked over with long legs: "Have you listened to my new song?"

"Hmm." Lin Sha unfolded a few pages, densely covered with notes and staves: "There are a lot of questions, do you seldom take music theory classes?"

"Not too hard." Wu Chen replied, looking at those words in surprise.

At the beginning, he was very resistant to finding professional creators to help him. After he had no choice but to choose the person in front of him, he inevitably had a foolish mentality.

Who knew that the other party was so serious, he really deserved to write pop songs at such a young age.

Lin Sha didn't think too much, only a little puzzled by his choice: "Since I'm not interested, why do I have to engage in creation?"

Wu Chen blinked: "When working, you must have a skill, right?"

"Not every great singer needs to write his own songs, and the interpretation of voice is equally important." Lin Sha persuaded.

Wu Chen, who was stealing a drink of water, almost choked: "A great singer? Me?"

Lin Sha: "You can sing well and dance, and you will improve in the future."

Wu Chen never seems to know what to cover up: "The record is tuned in a recording studio, and the performances have to be lip-synced. How could it be worse? I have no autonomy over these arrangements, and singers are like this now—Mr. Lin, you Do you think I'm not self-motivated? Anyway, I'm a Leo, so I don't want to be a salted fish forever, right? After entering the industry, I saw a lot of talented people, so I naturally wanted to... make something myself."

Lin Sha listened quietly, then nodded: "Then let's start."

Wu Chen secretly felt that he was a little strange just now, why did he tell so much to the person he met for the third time?

I don't know what's wrong, I blurted out what I thought in my heart.

It was as if he had met Lin Sha a long time ago.

-

Time flows extremely fast in the world of music, and when all kinds of low-end mistakes and revision opinions are clarified, the twilight has already dyed the capital outside the floor-to-ceiling windows blood red.

Wu Chen was completely dumbfounded by the criticism, and stretched happily after liberation: "I'm hungry, let's order takeaway!"

"It's better for you to go back and rest earlier." Lin Sha closed his notebook and prepared to drive away.

Wu Chen doesn't have many friends in the three-dimensional world, and when he doesn't have to catch up with the announcement, he has nowhere to go. He leans on the back of his chair and smiles: "Why, I have nothing else to do. Why don't we chat?"

Lin Sha turned the wheelchair and walked towards the kitchen: "It doesn't matter, I will cook the noodles."

"No need, why bother you? It's so convenient to take out now." Wu Chen chased after him.

"It's not healthy. It's better to be less sick in a situation like mine." Lin Sha didn't even lift his eyelids: "You also have to pay attention to your body."

Wu Chen looked curiously, and found that he was really familiar with cutting vegetables and boiling water, and he didn't show any weakness in need of help, so he played with his mobile phone at ease beside him: "Mr. Lin, I have to go to Shanghai for a few days again. If I have time to finish changing the song, I will come to you again."

Lin Sha ignored it.

Wu Chen logged into A Chinese Ghost Story, manipulated the little charmer to start today's mission, and invited out of boredom, "Do you want to play games or not? Come and play with me."

Lin Sha immediately refused: "No need."

"Don't be so old-fashioned, the current game is very interesting, I just play it by myself is a bit boring." Wu Chen said, then went back to the living room to get his mobile phone: "I'll download it for you."

Lin Sha's heart skipped a beat, and he accidentally cut off his hand, and blood gushed out instantly.

Wu Chen was startled: "No, are you okay? Hurry up! Is there a Band-Aid?!"

Lin Sha covered it with a tissue in silence, watching him tossing and tossing around in a hurry because of himself, he couldn't help but feel a kind of unreal satisfaction, and the satisfaction quickly expanded and disappeared, and when the wound was healed, he had already recovered his heart like water. .

Wu Chen went to the counter and folded his hands: "How do you cook it? You can direct me, I'm not as clumsy as you."

Lin Sha suddenly said, "Why do you want to play games? In the first rising stage of your career, you should be so busy that you can't breathe."

"People have to find a way to release themselves, and - I'm going to take revenge!" Wu Chen blurted out.

Lin Sha frowned.

Wu Chen immediately felt that it was stupid to say this, and coughed to cover it up.

Lin Sha looked at his back: "Aren't the games all fake? The people in the game are also fake, how can there be love and hatred?"

"It's not about love or hatred, but I don't agree with the statement that 'people are fake'." Wu Chen suddenly turned around: "I have a few friends, and I met them all through playing games."

After he finished speaking, he looked into Lin Sha's dark and serious eyes, couldn't help being stunned, and then smiled: "But it doesn't need to be so serious, games are just a way of socializing like other entertainment."

What floats in the kitchen is the down-to-earth aroma of soup.

Of course, Lin Sha knew that the elementary school boy in front of him who was popular at the Conservatory of Music had become the darling of the times with superhuman speed, but he didn't read the news, and rarely touched the media, so he always felt that Wu Chen, who was always embracing him, , is still the familiar one in the deepest impression.

Unfortunately, in fact, they have parted ways and missed each other.

Or maybe fate never really existed.

Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but tremble, and he turned the wheelchair and left the kitchen: "Put the noodles in the water and cook for 2 minutes."