Dust's Perjury

Lin Sha deleted his beloved "A Chinese Ghost Story".

That night, when he accidentally found out that Xiao Mumu was actually Wu Chen, he was so shocked that it was beyond description.

In fact, compared to real life, games are another dimension: Although it has only been three years since I deceived Wu Chen in A Chinese Story, three full years are enough for people who like games to experience a few new products and meet more different friends. Then forget most of the past.

So Wu Chen's brooding is really surprising, and it will inevitably bring lingering guilt.

Regarding this, Lin Sha didn't want to speculate how Wu Chen knew about his account. After all, the circle of playing A Chinese Girl is so big, and he hasn't completely cut off his past friends. Since any six people on the earth can establish contact with each other, It's not surprising that Wu Chen's whereabouts can be heard.

All in all, since Wu Chen felt that he was an eyesore and wanted to disappear, then he could just follow this little ancestor's wish and have a good time.

-

The already thin life suddenly loses an important part, which will inevitably bring some discomfort.

Lin Sha can only spend more time on creation to divert attention.

He dug out the old works before, and felt that it was not what he thought in his heart. After throwing away the paper balls all over the room, he couldn't help but sigh, and spread the book that had been torn to pieces on his unconscious knees .Then write the word "dust" on it.

Lin Sha likes to write love songs, about family affection or about love.

Using songs to express the simple and profound perception of life in his heart is the only career he has a sense of accomplishment.

Lin Sha's deepest feeling about liking someone is helplessness and humbleness, just like when he fell in love with his elementary school boy who was as dazzling as a diamond in a trance. The tail looks like a clown.

Even if the Chinese language is extensive and profound, how can it be described?

Probably only dust left?

Lin Sha thought and picked up his pen, and seemed to have a thousand words, but he didn't know where to start.

-

But Wu Chen in Shanghai felt very strange.

Ever since Mu Xiaoxiao, that is, under Muye Pavilion, suddenly scolded him for a few words, it seemed like he had evaporated from the world and never went online again.

Wu Chen was slightly concerned about this. During the breaks in his busy work, he would wait online with his mobile phone when he found time.

It's a pity that the other party's login time changed from "one day ago" to "two days ago" and then "three days ago"...

Could it be that someone leaked the news and made this guy flee in fear of crime?

Wu Chen couldn't figure it out.

-

That day, Wu Chen was waiting in the background for the press conference, and couldn't help but log in to "A Chinese Ghost Story" for a stroll.

Wang Zhi, who had been watching for a long time, suddenly frowned: "I found that you have been very playful recently. Before that, you only occasionally played two kings of pesticides. Why do you play this game every day now? What is this?"

Wu Chen, who was going to meet the media soon, had handsome hair and exquisite attire, but was so lazy that he didn't even lift his eyelids. He sank into the sofa and replied, "A Chinese Ghost Story mobile game."

Wang Zhi was confused: "Is Nie Xiaoqian? Xiaoqian also plays games?"

Wu Chen had a generation gap with him for at least ten years, so he lazily dealt with it: "You don't understand even if I tell you."

Wang Zhi couldn't help but wanted to raise his hand and wanted to give him a shot, but he couldn't bear it, so he could only persuade him: "Hurry up and calm down, I finally won you the chance to guest star in Director Wang's movie. Although it is only a small role, you are one of them." It’s only natural that it’s a selling point to shine in a play, understand?”

Wu Chen put away his phone helplessly, and took out two pages of paper from his bag: "That's it? Is there a mistake? There are only so few lines in total. I don't know the context at all. How can I act well? I'm not a professional actor in the first place, but I'm still making do with it, it's strange to be able to become a talent..."

Wang Zhi was depressed: "Didn't you hear that Director Wang doesn't have any scripts when he's filming, and I'm here too. I don't know how to shoot at the scene."

Wu Chen almost rolled his eyes: "I really don't understand your high-end gameplay. Anyway, I don't want to act, I just want to sing. Don't arrange such unreliable things for me in the future."

Wang Zhi earnestly said: "The market is impetuous, and good songs are becoming more and more difficult to collect. Although your singing skills are not bad, you are not at the top level. Those kings and queens are deeply rooted, and the best resources can only flow to them."

Wu Chen was impatient: "I understand, I've only debuted for a year, and I didn't want to become a fat man in one bite, can I work in the head office with peace of mind? Besides, didn't I write it myself?"

Wang Zhi snorted, "When you finish writing, the day lily will be cold."

Wu Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Hey, what do you mean by that? You don't want me to learn to write songs with Mr. Lin? It's obvious that you took the initiative to raise these moths, and now you're starting to talk sarcastic again."

Wang Zhi turned his head: "No matter what you think, I'm going to start to test Lin Sha's tone. If he is willing to write for you, it can create a new selling point."

Wu Chen didn't bother arguing about this. He had a bottom line in doing things, and knew that he would never accept any arrangement that violated morals, so he raised his middle finger with a mean smile, showed his white teeth, and said, "Try it."

-

When the work in Shanghai came to an end, Beijing became a few degrees colder.

Wu Chen reappeared in the underground garage of Lin Sha's house, shivering because of the freezing temperature here, rushed into the elevator with long legs, and hurried upstairs.

As a result, he stamped his feet in the corridor for a long time before Lin Sha slowly opened the door. His face was even paler than before, even a little weak and haggard. He asked indifferently, "Are you back?"

Wu Chen went into the room and put down the presents, and said anxiously, "Are you sick?"

Lin Sha turned around and entered the room in a wheelchair: "No, do you want some tea?"

Wu Chen looked at the waste paper all over the floor and the upside-down guitar, and instantly realized that he must be busy with his own song, so he couldn't help humming, "It's rare to treat me so well, and even entertain me."

Lin Sha didn't respond: "It's just a cup of tea."

He said and went to the kitchen to boil water.

Wu Chen took out his mobile phone and followed behind: "I re-edited the song last time according to the main points you said and my own new ideas. Listen to it."

After speaking, he pressed the play button, and the guitar music recorded in the hotel was played immediately. It was a little cheerful and a little frivolous. Although it was fresh and moving, it really lacked a clear and catchy melody.

Lin Sha listened quietly for a moment, and couldn't help saying bluntly: "It's not mature enough, at least as a commodity, it has no way to stand out from the crowd of competitors."

Wu Chen, who was full of hope, was immediately discouraged: "It's really honest, so what do you say?"

Lin Sha bowed his head: "Let me think about it, don't move the words first, and fill them in after the melody is set."

Wu Chen agreed and walked back to the living room, and asked curiously, "Mr. Lin, how many songs can you write in a year?"

Lin Sha replied: "There are dozens of songs, but only a few are published. Most of them are too mediocre to sell. What you take out is your own face. People have to cherish their feathers."

Wu Chen couldn't help being annoyed: "No, why do I hear the teacher is mocking me?"

Lin Sha has been in a bad mood for the past few days, but when he saw this guy's handsome face full of collagen and unpreparedness, he relaxed inexplicably, turned around and smiled: "Then can you tell me why you didn't care about the obstacles? Do you publish your song on Weibo? You have 1000 million followers on Weibo, and the instant public opinion effect is hard to control.”

Wu Chen was silent for a moment, then said frankly: "No reason, they say that my writing is not good, I don't believe it."

Lin Sha froze for a few seconds, then couldn't help laughing.

Wu Chen blinked: "Teacher, you finally stopped being cold-faced. Look at your dark circles. Those who know are you creating at home. Those who don't know that something happened."

Lin Sha was not at all surprised by the contrast between Wu Chen's beautiful appearance and his single-celled approach to people, because he had already been faintly surprised by this trait three years ago. Being as stupid as Zhong Chu deliberately planned, he couldn't help feeling a little distressed, and asked softly: "What game did you let me play before, "A Chinese Ghost Story"?"

Wu Chen regained consciousness immediately: "That's right, have you downloaded it yet?"

Lin Sha said: "You didn't go inside to seek revenge, why did you ask me to accompany you?"

Wu Chen laughed heartily and fiddled with his phone: "The enemy ignores me, and I don't have much fun if I want to play on my own. Besides, even if I want to seek revenge, with you, acting can also help me."

Lin Sha stared into his eyes: "As for it? The word 'resentment' every word..."

Wu Chen smiled: "Actually, it's not that serious. I just feel unhappy. That person lied to me back then, so I wanted to lie to him too."

Lin Sha made the tea silently, put the tray on his knees, and then turned to the wheelchair in front of him: "That's all?"

Wu Chen asked back: "Otherwise? Can I still PK against real people?"

Lin Sha smiled: "Okay, let me play with you."

After speaking, he brought the black tea to Wu Chen.

Wu Chen blew on it, took a sip and commented: "The taste is not bad, Mr. Lin, you have good taste."

Lin Sha still looked at his face: "The taste is not bad, but..."

Wu Chen was puzzled: "What?"

Lin Sha smiled wryly: "It's just that I don't have the blessing to enjoy it."

-

Lin Sha couldn't help pondering whether people really have ups and downs in their fate in recent days.

Because he obviously had a long time of peace and quiet, but recently, apart from Wu Chen, this timed/□□, he suddenly got into trouble with that crazy man Zhang Yifeng, which was a bit difficult to deal with.

Ever since he exposed his identity as a bigwig in women's clothing, Zhang Yifeng would go to Wu Chen's house to give him warmth when he had nothing to do.

At first Lin Sha would open the door and refuse, but later he simply pretended not to be at home and let him knock on the door until the neighbor came out to scold him.

If it is said that rejecting a girl is [-]% difficult, then rejecting a pervert who doesn't know where he came from is simply multiplying the difficulty by a hundred squares. Lin Sha really doesn't know what to do when it comes to science fiction.

What's depressing is that Zhang Yifeng doesn't know how to be discouraged at all.

Seeing that harassing Lin Sha himself was unsuccessful, he pretended to be Zhang Chuan'er and gave Xu Zhihua some skin care products.

Xu Zhihua's greatest wish was for his son to find a good place to live, and he was so moved that he couldn't be more moved, so he called to show off: "Lin Sha, you have to be nice to him, it's not easy for a little girl like Chuan'er to work and earn money, so she bought such a baby for her mother." Expensive things cost at least three or four thousand on the Internet! You can find a way to choose a better gift for her, you know?"

Lin Sha hesitated to speak, but he didn't have the courage to tell the ins and outs like a joke. He just bowed his head and said, "Mom, you can give it back to him. I shouldn't have gone on a blind date with you recklessly. I really don't want to fall in love."

Hearing this, Xu Zhihua suddenly fell from the white clouds to the deep valley, and said dejectedly: "Why? Such a nice girl! Don't make trouble yourself, okay?"

Lin Sha said: "It's not awkward, but two people have to talk about fate. I don't feel that way about him."

Xu Zhihua has always held his son in his hands, and now that he heard his firm tone, he didn't brazenly continue to force him, and could only sigh: "Mom doesn't want to force you, of course you have to do this kind of thing yourself, but in terms of feelings, you must know how to seize the opportunity ...Okay, Mom returned Chuan'er's gift, and you can handle it yourself, that's fine."

Seeing her mother softening, Lin Sha felt sour and choked up slightly: "Mom, I'm sorry."

Xu Zhihua was no longer as happy as when he called, and his tone was dejected and depressed: "What do you think mom is doing all these things for? Isn't it because I want you to live a happy life?"

Lin Sha hummed: "Then I hung up the phone, there are other things to do today."

Xu Zhihua: "Okay, take care of your body."

Lin Sha put down the phone silently, holding it hard and trembling slightly.

Originally, he was only troubled by Zhang Yifeng's entanglement, but now he felt a kind of resentment, hating why he had the heart to bring such a huge but impossible hope to his mother when he didn't understand anything.

-

On the bustling streets, there are busy office workers and young women wandering back and forth.

Lin Sha took a taxi to this commercial street with great difficulty, holding the business card that Zhang Yifeng had left at home, and kept looking for the house number.

In the end, he finally confirmed the musical instrument store opened by the women's clothing tycoon. He looked up and saw that the store took up three floors. The inside was brightly lit and elegantly decorated during the day, and there must be a lot of good goods in stock.

It's a pity that the depressed Teacher Lin didn't come to buy musical instruments. When he heard the song he wrote in it, his face was not very happy. After taking a deep breath, he turned the wheelchair and asked, "Is Zhang Yifeng here?"

The little girl who looked after the store at the door asked, "Are you looking for the boss? He's on the third floor. I'll ask."

Lin Sha nodded: "Thank you, my surname is Lin."

The little girl probably got along well with Zhang Yifeng, and she didn't see anyone else, so she agreed and went upstairs and shouted, "Boss! Boss! A Mr. Lin is here!"

There was no one in the store at this time, and the most conspicuous thing in the empty shop was the shining piano. Lin Sha looked at it absent-mindedly, remembering that he had learned how to play it when he was a child, but after he was paralyzed, he stopped playing. It is convenient to touch this instrument, so I have to reluctantly give up halfway.

After a moment of daze, Zhang Yifeng happily rushed down and stood in front of him, his face full of joy: "Mr. Lin, why didn't you call me in advance when you came?

This guy changed into a dashing leather jacket and white T-shirt, and the sneakers on his feet were also popular among young people, and he didn't look like a goddess when he was on a blind date.

Lin Sha frowned, "I have something to tell you."

Zhang Yifeng helped him push the wheelchair, went to the lounge inside, and came over with several bottles of drinks: "What's the matter?"

Lin Sha said seriously: "Please don't harass my parents, okay?"

Zhang Yifeng didn't feel guilty at all, his delicate face was full of reason: "You ignore me, what can I do? I can only turn to Auntie for help."

"Why are you so affectionate? Does she really know who you are? If you know the truth, do you think my mother can accept it?" Lin Sha is tolerant of other things, but when it comes to his mother, he becomes a full-fledged fighter , shook hands vigorously and said: "My mother is already worried about my pain, please don't make fun of her!"

Zhang Yifeng, who was scolded all over his head and face, had a quiet expression, and he said seriously after he calmed down: "I'm not joking, I really want to take care of you for the rest of my life, whether as a woman or as a man, does it matter? ? I believe that your aunt, who is so educated and reasonable, will understand in the end."

Lin Sha felt a sense of frustration with Niu playing the piano. He really didn't make sense at all, and couldn't help but feel depressed: "Don't tell me such nonsense, I just ask you to stop disturbing my parents' life!"

Seeing that he was really angry, Zhang Yifeng said, "Yes, but you have to listen to me."

Lin Sha's good temper doesn't mean he's a steamed bun, he immediately sneered: "Why should I listen to you? We have nothing to do with each other at all."

Zhang Yifeng: "If you don't listen to me, and I don't listen to you, then your trip is in vain."

Lin Sha had never seen such a troublesome person before, and he broke down and asked, "What do you want?"

Only then did Zhang Yifeng show a smiling face: "Accompany me to the concert, okay? If you accompany me, I won't contact my auntie, so you can rest easy and I will be happy."

Lin Sha thought he was going to make some unreasonable demands, and he was relieved when he heard it: "Will you only listen to the concert? Yes."

Zhang Yifeng emphasized: "It's the two of us going together."

Lin Sha's expression said it doesn't matter.

Zhang Yifeng suddenly seemed to have picked up some treasure, and the happiness that appeared in his eyebrows was drawn from his chest, with a warm feeling.

Lin Sha unexpectedly realized that there is actually a person in the world who is happy because of his existence, which caused him to look at Zhang Yifeng a few more times, but resolutely refused to fall into this unreasonable, even slightly weird situation. In the relationship, he announced lightly: "I'm going home."

Zhang Yifeng was anxious immediately: "It's hard to come out, eat a meal before leaving, I'll see you off."

Lin Sha struggled to open his hand holding the wheelchair: "Don't push too hard, or I will backtrack."

Zhang Yifeng raised his hand as a gesture of surrender: "Okay, I'll pick you up on time after I buy the ticket, isn't that all right?"

Lin Sha didn't answer, just took one more look at him and then slowly left to go out.

The background music he wrote by himself behind him is like the peculiar BGM of his life, it is obviously far away, but it always lingers in my ears.