Three Hundred Love Songs [Entertainment]

For the first time in Li Jun's life, was he in the news with his sister's male god, or was he a corrupt one.

The two arrived at the Erhai Lake at this stop. When they were playing in the ancient city of Dali, they were photographed by the paparazzi and posted on Weibo. Some marketing accounts wrote a lot, saying that after Ying Changqing fled from the crew, he traveled with a man and was very close. , a suspected homosexual.

Li Jun ran two steps to catch up with the person in front, and put on the hat he bought for him, so as not to be recognized later.He said, "Why do people still discuss and pay attention to you every day after you have been away for so long?"

Ying Changqing put her hat on straight, gazed at the place where the sea meets the sky, and said flatly, "I am no longer in the Jianghu, but there have always been legends about me in the Jianghu...Maybe...It is the company's hype."

The weather is calm and the sun is shining.

He has been wandering outside for more than three months. He usually doesn't surf the Internet, watch TV, or pay attention to messy things. He is far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and he doesn't want to go back to the rivers and lakes at all.

At the beginning, I was still very guilty, and I would peep at other people’s mobile phones on the road to see what news there was, and see if my good friends were okay.After a long time, I didn’t bother to read it. I walked around every day, ate and slept, played games with the children, and learned square dancing from the old lady. It was also very good.

Of course, the feeling of guilt in the dead of night will still come back.

It is impossible for him to play freely with complete peace of mind. He knows that someone is waiting for him and worried about him.

Li Jun said, "Do you want to know some other news?"

"Do not want to."

"That won't work, you can't escape the development and changes of the times even if you take a rest, I'll read it to you."

"Do not listen."

"All the scenes of "The Bell" were completed, and Pei Siyuan's excellent performance was well received; Xia Xingge's album sold well, but he denied his relationship; Wen Xuezhu was caught cheating, and he regretted it; the eighty-year-old man's iron crotch skills shocked foreigners; the president of the United States exploded again Astonishing statement, claiming to have reached a consensus with aliens...Ah!"

"Ok?"

Li Jun touched the small notebook on his body, "I remembered that my sister seemed to say that she wanted an autograph of Xia Xingge... I found it, look. Can you get one for me?"

"I don't know him well."

"How is it possible? Haven't you guys cooperated so many times?"

"Didn't your sister tell you that I didn't deal with him?"

"Forget it...forget it, I'll go find him myself. I see that he seems to have an event in Dali tomorrow, so I'll go there."

Ying Changqing wanted to say that even if he went, he might not get an autograph, but then he thought that he might be lucky enough to get it, so he didn't stop him.In the evening, the two of them found an elegant hotel to stay in. Li Jun went to bed early, and Ying Changqing suffered from insomnia every day, and fell asleep only after dawn.

He slept until 11 o'clock and found that Li Jun had left.I left a small note beside his pillow to let him not leave him alone and run away.

Ying Changqing crumpled up the little note and threw it away, and went downstairs to solve the problem of eating.

In the afternoon, he took a walk on the long street alone and played a few games of chess with the old gentleman on the street. Later, he was invited by the old gentleman to his home for dinner and had a good meal.

It was already dark when we left the old man's house after dinner.The lights on the long street are just on, and the night is beautiful.The girl carrying the box asked him for help, and he helped her move the things into the milk tea shop.

After tidying up, the girl invited him to drink.He sat in the corner, surrounded by a message wall with many colorful sticky notes.People from all over the world wrote words of blessing when they stayed here, to family and friends, lovers and partners, to the beautiful parrot in the store, to the strange TA, and to the unreachable idol.He glanced casually and saw the names of acquaintances, as well as his own.

A very cute handwriting reads, "Rongqing party with blue sky above its head!" A cute emoticon was drawn next to it, but "Rongqing" was crossed out and changed to "Qingrong", and "Qingrong" was crossed out again It was changed to "Love Song".

He looked dumbfounded.

The shopkeeper brought him lemon tea which he had prepared for him, and asked him to enjoy it slowly.After a while, I brought another notebook and said to him, "You can also write a message, maybe the person you leave a message can see it in the future."

"No." He said with a smile, "I don't know what to write."

The girl said, "Let's see what everyone wrote."

He looked at it, and everyone wrote a mess.Some people wrote poems, some wrote lyrics, some left unsolved math problems, and some left English cloze.He was bored and answered a few questions.Later, I turned to a lot of confession words. "XXX, XX loves you for the rest of your life" can be found everywhere.The objects of confession range from Einstein to Uchiha Sasuke, from Qin Shihuang to Liu Ergou.

The more he watched it, the more interesting it became, and he was also aroused and wanted to leave something behind.

The owner switched the BGM to a lyrical guitar song, and he listened to it while thinking about the content of his message.

On the penultimate page, Juanxiu's handwriting reads: "TO Ying Changqing: Yesterday I heard that you came to Yunnan, I don't know if you will come here. No matter where you are, I wish you all the best. ——Xiaoyou"

Another person below wrote: "Don't worry about me, Brother Qing will definitely come back~"

On the penultimate page, it reads in dog-like handwriting: "I am a wandering koi! You will have good luck reading this page! You are welcome!"

On the penultimate page, the round font reads: "Every sunny day, I love you

Every rainy day, I love you

I love you every day you're in high spirits

Every day you look down, I love you

i can't write poetry

only write cheesy sentences

so ashamed...

This sentence is left to make up."

He flipped it to the back and wrote, "I love you too."

After a few seconds, cross it out.

The shopkeeper came back from outside, took a lily in his hand, and put it on his table.

"Hey, there is an event in the store today. You are the 998th customer since the store opened, and this is for you."

"Thank you."

He closed the book, picked up the flowers, opened the bead curtain and left the shop, and walked into the night.

Ying Changqing returned to the hotel, and Li Jun had already returned.He cheered and said that he got an autograph and got an album for free.

Li Jun imported the songs from the album into his mobile phone using the hotel computer, and sold the album to the little girl at the hotel reception the next morning.He borrowed a pen and paper from the little girl, wrote a note to Ying Changqing, and then left.

He went to learn acting.

Ying Changqing woke up to find that she had been cruelly abandoned.

In the note, Li Jun left a message saying that after playing for more than three months, the whole person is going to be crippled, and he can no longer degenerate, so he decided to do something serious and stop following him to eat and wait for death. I hope he can return to a normal life as soon as possible. .

Ying Changqing was completely dumbfounded.

But a person can also dawdle, it's just more boring than before.He retreated from his room and headed north, wandering aimlessly and casually.

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In the scorching summer, he walked into many drink shops, read the message walls and guestbooks all the way, and it seemed like he had heard many, many stories.There are many stories that are quite interesting, even more exciting than the movies.Later, he read other people's words and used his own imagination, and he was often able to compose [-]-word novels.He bought a small notebook because it was difficult to write a hundred thousand characters, and took a few notes to outline, and carefully numbered them.

He named this book "Three Hundred Stories".

On those rainy days, he sat in the drink shop, read messages, made up stories, and listened to music.He always ordered a glass of lemonade and sat in the corner seat.Sometimes someone sits down on the opposite seat, and if you look at him more often, you will say that he looks like an actor, called Ying Changqing.But no one is handsome.

He bowed his head and smiled, not speaking.I continued to think about the story in my mind, and occasionally I was inspired to write two short poems or lyrics for the story.

Every time he writes poetry, he thinks of the phrase "I can't write poetry / I can only write cheesy sentences".Looking at what I wrote again, I also felt that what I wrote was not poems and lyrics, but tacky sentences.

It seems that it was because I saw the koi’s message that time and got lucky. Later, when he went to the drink shop, he would always encounter various activities. It's a flower.He was too embarrassed to throw away too many things, so he had to buy a backpack and take it with him.

Whenever it rained, he didn't dare to walk carelessly on the street and get caught in the rain. He had to protect his bag to hide from the rain, so as not to wet other people's hearts.

Slowly, more and more small gifts were received, and the bags bulged.

His figure was reflected in the window on the side of the road, and he saw that he was carrying a bag behind his back. He had a bag, and he no longer looked like a homeless person, but like a down-and-out backpacker.

The appearance is a bit bad, but it has a sense of knowing the way to go and the way to come.

He looked away and continued walking.

One day, on the road, he met a man who was crying and wanted to rush to the busy road to die. He quickly pulled the man back from the side of the road, and picked up a book he threw beside the trash can—— —A screenwriting entry guide book written by Zheng Xingrong's father.

After persuading the man for a while, he was asked to buy him a drink, so he took the man to the bar.

When handing over the wine glass, Ying Changqing found that the man's left and right hands were missing thumbs and index fingers.At the beginning, neither of them spoke, and Ying Changqing heard the man next to him speak only after he got drunk by himself.

The man introduced himself as Hei Mei, "You can call me Mei Mei, Mei of Rose."

Hei Mei took a sip of strong wine and cried. "You buy me a drink, let me tell you my story."

Ying Changqing nodded in a daze, "Okay."

Hei Mei said: "This is the name my boyfriend thought of. His name is Niigi, and our combination is Black Rose. Niigi is 23 years old this year. He is studying directing at university and has not yet graduated. He said he must study hard and graduate. I will shoot the script I wrote. We have been in love for five years, and I plan to take him abroad to get married after he graduates. But this matter was known to his family. His father was very angry and arrested me. My finger, said that I can no longer write the script of two men in love. The nigga is very angry and sad when he finds out. He wants to fly away with me, but his father locked him in the house. His father found a woman , drugged him, and had sex with him. The nigger couldn't accept it, and committed suicide by hitting the wall."

Hei Mei glanced at him, then turned her body slightly, "Help me, take out the things in my pocket."

Ying Changqing opened his eyes and took out a few folded papers from his pocket. He helped him unfold them, and saw the words "Black Rose" written in cursive characters on the first page.

Hei Mei asked: "Is there a fire?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Burn this thing."

"Keep it."

"Burn it." Hei Mei stopped a passing high school student and asked him for help.

The boy complied without saying a word, lit the paper and put it into his wine glass.

Hei Mei stared at the burning flame, weeping silently.

The bar was smoky and noisy.In the melancholy music, some people laughed wildly, some burst into tears; some were drunk and dreamy, and some were sober.

Hei Mei's voice was hopeless, and he said: "I will never write a script again. The person I love is dead, and even if I write it, he won't be able to see it."

Ying Changqing was lying on the table, as if suddenly dazzled by the bright lights, the injured right eye ached.

His vision began to blur, and a dark staircase, dark red blood, and bright cigarette butts appeared in front of him.His mind was buzzing, and a woman's cold voice echoed in his ears——

"Ms. Zheng said that you have been in a bad state recently. What are you doing?"

"Don't live up to everyone's expectations by thinking about things with Xiao Xia all day long."

"When will you take the actor and come talk to me again!"

……

Splitting headache.

He knocked over his glass, slapped his head and staggered out.

The neon lights were shining, and he looked around, trying to find a place where there was no glare.

The alley next to it was dark, but someone was on the phone.He went in--

"Well, I'll follow him...it's okay, I'll definitely take him back...it's okay. Go to bed earlier, Brother Rong. Ah! Uh...it's okay! Bye...what are you doing?! Let go! You're crazy La?!"

"Why follow me?"

"Who is following you! Let me go! Ah! Let go!"

The smell of alcohol was so strong that Xia Xingge was about to be smoked to death.The drunk man choked him and squeezed him against the wall, and he felt like he was suffocating.

He tried hard to break the opponent's hand with both hands, but he couldn't break it, so he had to kick him a few times cruelly.

After the neck was loosened, he was suddenly hugged tightly before he had time to catch his breath.The other party's hot face was buried in his neck, panting rapidly, as if flustered.

He hugged him too, patting his back to reassure him. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was suddenly bitten on the neck, causing him to shiver in pain.He opened his mouth wide and didn't dare to scream.

A window on a tall building was lit, and the dim light scattered in mid-air.It was still dark to them.

The fragile skin on the neck was bitten hard, rough hands stretched in along the hem of his clothes, and pinched his waist unceremoniously.He pressed that hand and gasped, "No."

The other party turned a deaf ear and unbuttoned his shirt impatiently.Turn him over and lean against the wall.With his hands on the wall, he turned his head and said urgently, "You wake me up!"

"I'm sober." The drunk man was full of anger, pushed him to the ground, pushed him to hold him firmly, and fumbled to untie his pants.

Xia Xingge struggled desperately, raised his upper body and slapped him hard, pinched his chin, and asked tremblingly, "Do you know who I am?"

The other party unzipped his zipper, pinched his thigh hard, panting heavily with a malicious smile, "I know."

Xia Xingge slapped him again, pinched his neck and pushed him back, trying to hold back tears, "Say it again, do you know who I am?"

The lights flickered as cars drove by.Ying Changqing saw that the person opposite had slightly longer hair, and he raised his hand to touch a ponytail behind his head.Just like in his dream.

No, maybe this is a dream.

"...I know. You are...you are...Xiao Xia..."

"Do you know who you are?"

"I……"

"You don't know that I'm here to tell you——Your name is Ying Changqing, and you're an actor. You...are you auditioning with me now, right? Yes?"

The light that was on upstairs went out, and the world was plunged into total darkness.The evening wind blows in from the alley, it is humid and hot.

Ying Changqing stopped the movements of his hands, Xia Xingge pulled his clothes to cover his body, and wanted to leave.

However, before he could get up, the man fell on him, bringing him to the ground on his back, and the weight of his entire body fell on the hard gravel.

Xia Xingge pushed the heavy head, but did not see him move.

He tugged at his ears and called softly, "Brother Qing?"

The other party didn't answer and fell asleep.

Xia Xingge looked up at the starry sky.He blinked lightly, hot tears rolled into the pinnae of the ears, forming a pool of water, drowning the two of them.