[Quick Transmigration] One-click blackening

[Cen Jinliang episode]

The song is over and the curtain is gone, this life is as cold as water.

He looked up at the lights in the corridor, the white light seemed to dazzle his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes.

"Colin, it's your turn," the person next to him patted him on the shoulder, "Are you okay, why is your face so pale..."

"It's okay." Cen Jinliang lowered his eyes, clenched the guitar in his hand and walked over there.

The light on the stage was very bright. After he sat on the chair and adjusted the position of the microphone, the light dimmed and replaced with an extra soft dim light. On the stage, the audience below could not be seen clearly. It was almost a blur. Total darkness.

He flicked his fingers lightly on the guitar strings, closed his eyes lightly, and hummed a prelude from his upper jaw.

A clear voice flowed out of his mouth, slowly surrounding all the audience who heard his singing.

It seems that time is gradually quieting down at this moment.

He lowered his eyes halfway, as if he was looking somewhere, but also as if he was meditating, it was as if he was the only one in this world.

He is singing to himself.

The last sound fell, the audience was silent for a few seconds, and there was applause, and there seemed to be exclamations among them. Cen Jinliang raised his eyes, and found a figure stepped from the audience to the stage, and walked in front of him , He didn't react for a moment, staring blankly at this tall man who shrouded him in a black shadow.

Someone in the audience let out a booing sound of "Oh--".

The man in the black shirt looked at him, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He reached out and grabbed his arm and took him off the stage: "Your name is Colin, come with me."

Cen Jinliang felt puzzled, he moved his arm, and the man's hand was locked on his wrist like iron clamps, he said, "Sir, I still have two songs to finish..."

The man turned a deaf ear to him, and just kept taking him outside. It's just that this tall man walks big and fast, and Cen Jinliang is struggling to follow him. In addition, he hasn't eaten well in the past few days. When it was dark in front of his eyes, he almost fell down, when the man clicked his tongue, "Why are you so weak?" He blinked, and was already hugged by him.

During the period, they seemed to bump into his manager in the corridor, but Cen Jinliang was still in shock of being hugged, and didn't pay attention to what they said.

"gentlemen……"

"Yan Qirui, just call me Yan Shao like them."

"..."

Cen Jinliang's guitar was carried to the passenger seat, while he was thrown directly onto the back seat of the car. He even played a flick on the cushion, covering his head and not realizing that Yan Qirui had already crushed his body, arms Protruding from his shoulders like a pillar, Cen Jinliang could only push his chest that was getting closer and closer with both hands, but it was useless, and soon the man grabbed his wrist with one hand, together fixed on top of his head.

The man's lips fell, and he kissed him accurately.

Cen Jinliang opened his eyes wide for a moment, and when he found that the only person in front of him seemed to be looking at his eyes with a smile, he closed them tightly again.

"Well……"

The man got closer and closer, and as soon as Cen Jinliang moved his feet, he was pressed tightly by his legs.

Cen Jinliang was a little out of breath, stars began to appear in front of his eyes, and he tried his best to move his neck. The man thought he was resisting, so he kissed him even harder, robbing him of all the remaining oxygen.

His eyes darkened violently, and he finally passed out.

It didn’t seem long after he woke up again. Cen Jinliang found himself lying on a bed, and the man with glasses with a stethoscope hanging around his neck next to him was talking to another person in front of the bed: "... Malnutrition, I remember Yan You didn’t treat the person next to your pillow so badly before, right? How did you starve him like this? Is it comfortable to hug a bone? I really don’t understand what you rich people are thinking..."

The man didn't pay attention to the man with the glasses, he seemed relieved, and muttered: "I don't think I'm so awesome, I didn't kiss much at all, why did I faint because of the forced kiss..."

He glanced this way, just in time to meet Cen Jinliang's opened eyes, and poked the man with glasses next to him with his elbow: "He's awake, Ah Xin, show him again."

Then Cen Jinliang had his eyes removed, looked at the coating of his tongue, and touched his forehead.

"It's nothing, hang on to the glucose first," the man with glasses told him before leaving, "Don't be hungry anymore."

After Yan Qirui finished dealing with the people, he looked back at the person lying on the bed, his face was so pale that it was almost the same color as the sheets, his dark eyes looked straight at him, as if he was in a daze, thinking about something.

Somewhat tempting, he licked his upper jaw, thinking of the current situation of this person, the kiss he had before came back to his mind, and found that the person under him didn't move at all, his body was still cold as if he was dead, and he broke out in a cold sweat immediately ... It was inevitable that such a disappointing thing would happen again, Yan Qirui held back the urge with difficulty.

It was the first time for Cen Jinliang to look carefully at the man in front of him. The last time it was too fast and too dark to see clearly.

It turned out that this rude and rude man had a face completely opposite to his personality, with eyebrows flying into the temples, thin lips slightly raised, extremely handsome.

Later, slowly, he also discovered that this person has a prominent family background and outstanding abilities. People around him will rush to give him whatever he wants. character.

Such a person imprisoned him by his side, why did he fancy him?

"From now on, just sing to me alone."

The man pressed the back of his head, kissed his lips bitterly, tossing and turning, he had the illusion that he would be swallowed by this man at any moment, and he couldn't help trembling.

No one knew that Cen Jinliang longed for this person to bring him the warm emotions he had never been in contact with, an incomparable longing.

But although they are in the same room and share the same bed, they seem to be very different, thousands of miles apart.

Cen Jinliang wanted to get close to this person and stand by his side as an equal, but all his efforts were in vain. What stood between them was far more than just one step, but the distance between the abyss and heaven.

The feathers of the bird were covered with mud and scarred after falling into the mire.

He can sing for him over and over again, like a bird locked in a golden cage, until the blood cries out.

After the terrible high fever, he found that his voice had become extremely hoarse, almost as if he had completely lost its original timbre, and when he barely spoke, it was as if it was squeezed out of his throat, which made the listener bored.

He lost the only thing he had.

Lost singing.

Lost the qualification to stand on the stage.

About to lose that person too.

Cen Jinliang lowered his eyes sadly and covered his throat with one hand. He saw that the man already had another bird that was younger and had a more beautiful voice, and he would be buried deep in the dust.

And he also discovered that his voice was taken away by that person just to get rid of himself.

Why is this necessary.

When he appeared quietly, he could also quietly disappear in front of him.

It was this person who approached him like the scorching sun to warm him up, but it turned out that the final outcome was that he was burned to ashes by the raging fire.

His old songs played on the stereo, and the singing sound flowed quietly through every corner.

He closed his eyes and hummed silently, without any sound.

Blood flowed into the warm water from the vertical incision, his consciousness slowly began to fade, and he seemed to hear the voice of someone calling him from far away in the sky.

The revolving lantern of this life flashed before his eyes, and almost every ounce was filled with that person's voice and smile.

It would be great if I could sing him a song at the end...

He sighed softly in his heart.

The author has something to say:

I won’t start writing the extra episode, I thought it would be very sad and depressing, but it doesn’t seem to be the case, happy.

By the way, writing this episode aroused my bad taste again, and I wondered when I would start another entertainment or MB article.

Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, we will start updating "Meitu" on Sunday~

Meitu