My vase is broken

More than one photo.

There are many things related to Ji Chen and Lin Chengyu at home.

Ling Ji and his family are neighbors, and they have a very good relationship. He and Ji Chen are close friends, they grew up together, elementary school, junior high school, and high school are all in the same school, Ji Chen is one year older than him, and one grade higher.

This kind of relationship makes them have too many intersections, and there are many mutual things.

What's more, under Ji Chen's deliberate guidance, he once confused habit into admiration, thinking that he fell in love with him.

The young Mu Ai is in love for the first time.

Like all people who fall in love, he will secretly collect things that he likes, even a piece of paper, a pen, plus the relationship between the two of them, he has many photos with Ji Chen.

Lin Chengyu joined later, he was in the same class as Ji Chen.

Lin Chengyu's family background was not good. After his parents divorced, he married his father, and later his father remarried, so he became a marginalized person.

He pitied Lin Chengyu and took good care of him all the time.

It's just that he didn't know until later that the person he had always pitied and cared for had hated and hated him since the first time they met.Smile at him, approach him, and be friends with him, all because this can lead to a better life.

What a horrible person.

Thinking of Ji Chen and Lin Chengyu, Ling An was still annoyed and wanted to bang bang bang against the big wall.

I am so stupid.

Maybe love really makes people lose their wits. He never doubted Ji Chen, let alone that Ji Chen actually likes Lin Chengyu, so that Ji Chen can unscrupulously use his "like" to make him love Lin Chengyu. Pave the way and send it to the top stream position step by step.

In the end, Ji Chen actually let him take the blame for Lin Chengyu.

He really didn't know whether to disgust Ji Chen more or Lin Chengyu more.

There is only one thing, Ling An is very lucky.

Even if he "liked" Ji Chen for many years, the most intimate contact was holding hands. He couldn't accept the deeper contact, so it never happened.

Fortunately, fortunately, otherwise, even if he was reborn, he would be very disgusting.

It took Ling An more than half an hour to search out all the things related to Ji Chen and Lin Chengyu in the room. If they were still usable, they would be packed into cardboard boxes and prepared to be donated later. For photos and the like, they would be torn up. Broken, thrown into the trash.

The shredded photos in the trash can were still an eyesore, Ling An thought for a while, went downstairs with the trash bag, took an iron basin, ran to the garden and burned all the shredded photos with a torch.

Mother Ling saw the smoke in the living room, and she came out with the Persian cat in her arms, "Son, what are you burning?"

Ling An's clean eyes glistened with fire, "Trash."

"What are you burning garbage for?" Ling's mother was puzzled, and said softly, "Be careful, the wind is strong, don't burn yourself."

Ling An nodded, "I know."

"Come in after cooking. Mom made milk tea and didn't add sugar for you."

milk tea?

Ling An's ears twitched, and he looked down at the photos in the basin, and found that it was almost burned, so he quickly put out the fire with water, stood up clapping his hands, and ran back to Ling's mother.

"Mom, I want to add sugar, a lot of sugar." How can milk tea without sugar be considered milk tea?

Mother Ling smiled, "Aren't you afraid of getting fat?"

Ling An shook his head, "I'm not afraid."

His system is actually not easy to gain weight, as long as it is not too much, such as eating five or six pieces of cake and drinking seven or eight cups of milk tea after dinner, you will not gain weight.

However, in his previous life, he still didn't dare to eat it.

His favorite high-calorie sweets, such as milk tea and cake, never appear on the menu.

In order to act, to be on camera, and to become better, he gave up a lot of things. All his free time was filled with various courses, and he was busy from morning till night.

Now, he wants to change his way of life, enjoy more and be more free.

He will eat cakes, milk tea, and favorite high-calorie sweets, but he will eat them in moderation.

Speaking of which, you need to buy a few more pajamas, including Doraemon, McDull, Tom and Jerry, and Joyful!

The milk tea made by Ling's mother tastes better than the ones sold in shops outside. Ling An filled it up with sugar and drank it to his heart's content. After drinking it, he collapsed on the sofa, as if he had no bones.

The Persian cat "meowed" a few times, and jumped into Ling An's arms. It patted Ling An with its meat pad, forming a ball on his stomach.

"Ruan Mianmian~" Ling An called its name, scratched its chin, the cat's throat made a slight sound, and its expression was particularly enjoyable.

Mother Ling came out of the kitchen, saw this scene, shook her head slightly, and couldn't help laughing.

Back in the kitchen, she told her husband about this scene.

In this topic, the two recalled the memories of Ling An's youth, the warm lamp shining on their heads, the "humming" sound of the range hood, the "squeaking" sound of the faucet, and their occasional smiles. Talking, the kitchen is full of warm smoke and fire.

Ling An was standing outside the kitchen with the cat in his arms, eyes dim with tears.

Soon, I feel very happy again.

Fortunately, he still has a chance to come back.

Ling An hadn't gotten along well with his parents for a long time, and he had experienced the pain of losing them. If it wasn't for Ling's mother who wanted to take a beauty sleep, he wished he could stay with them until dawn.

At ten o'clock, he returned to his room.

He is very energetic, without any sleepiness, and has a lot of things in his mind. He picked up the guitar in the room, sat at the desk, and recorded his thoughts with music.

Ling's father is a painter, and Ling An follows him. He has been very talented in art since he was a child. At the same time, his mother is a professor in the Chinese Department and loves reading and music. He also follows his mother and likes books and music.

His liberal arts grades have been good since he was a child, and he loves to write and memorize.

Since the beginning of junior high school, Ling An has been writing one after another, including novels and lyrics. When he entered high school, he tried to compose his own music.

He once sold songs to bands and made a small fortune.

The more Ling An wrote, the more he felt it. When he wrote the song, it was already dawn, and a fiery red sun was slowly rising.

Finally, he wrote the word "Parents" as the title of the song. He put down the pen, stretched his waist, his eyebrows and eyes were raised, and a contented smile bloomed on his lips.

When Ling An Bujue woke up, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.

There were several missed calls on the mobile phone on the bedside table, so he skipped over to Ji Chen and Lin Chengyu, and returned a call to Gu Linhan.

Gu Linhan answered quickly.

"What's the matter?" Ling An went downstairs, first squatted down and rubbed Ruan Mianmian, then pulled on his slippers and went into the kitchen, taking out a piece of cake from the refrigerator.

Ling's father and Ling's mother went out, and they left a note for Ling An and pasted it on the refrigerator.

"Let me tell you, the role you don't want has already been taken by someone else." Gu Linhan said, still very depressed.

"Who picked it up?" Ling An asked curiously, licking the butter on the spoon.

"Xu Ling."

Ling An thought about it and remembered this person.

He is an artist from the same company as him. He signed a contract earlier than him. He is a rare actor in the company. The resources he was taken away basically fell on Xu Ling. , the end is not very good.

Ling An hated people who cheated on Sanhe, so he knew it was Xu Ling, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Gu Linhan just mentioned it, didn't say anything else, and asked instead: "When are you coming back?"

"Are there work arrangements?"

"……No."

He said, how could the black heart company be so kind and give him the resources.

"I'll go back next month," Ling An continued, "You can do one more thing for me, help me find an entertainment reporter named 'Scholar Lin', I want his contact information, find it and send it to me."

"What do you want Yuji's contact information for?" Gu Linhan was puzzled.

"I'll tell you later." He prevaricated.

Scholar Lin is a pseudonym, he doesn't know his real name, but he clearly remembers that the other party is Lin Chengyu's super black fan.Although he doesn't like black fans or Yuji, an enemy's enemy is a friend. After all, he hates Lin Chengyu even more.

Gu Linhan was quiet for a while, "Okay, I'll help you find it."

He also warned, "Also, don't eat too many high-calorie foods, especially cakes and milk tea!"

Ling An perfunctory "Mmmm", mouth can't stop eating, it's already the second piece, the mango mousse is so delicious.

After hanging up the phone, Ling An ate the last bite with a bunch of stupid hairs, and teased the cat for a while before standing up and going back to the study to seriously think about future plans.

First, he has to terminate the contract.

Then, he wanted to take back everything that was given to Lin Chengyu in the past.

Even if he wants to live a relaxed life now, enjoying the present and life, he is not a soft bun, being kneaded, pinched and bullied by others!

Ling An made a form, in which Lin Chengyu used all the resources he got.

Lin Chengyu debuted as a singer-songwriter on a talent show half a year ago. Now Xiaohong, with her good looks and well-designed characters, has attracted a lot of fans.

But the songs he used for his debut, which he claimed to be "created" by himself, were all written by Ling An.

Not long ago, he asked for another song from Ling An, which was about to be released, still under the title of "self-created".

Ling An used to think that they were friends, he was not stingy, and didn't mind sharing a few songs with him, but now, no.

Squinting his eyes, his eyes fell on Lin Chengyu's new song to be released two months later.

Just start with it.

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Ling An has nothing else to do. During the time at home, she started to learn how to make desserts from Ling's mother.

It's summer vacation time, and Ling's mother is also free.

Ling An knew how to cook, and was smart enough to know everything. After a week, the cake was ready, even the shape was beautiful.

He happily sent a set of comparison pictures to Weibo.

He doesn't have many fans, 10,000+ people, including fans sent by the platform, not many live fans, and only a few people commented on the photos.

After living a new life, Ling An no longer has a sense of utilitarianism, and what he pursues has completely changed, and he doesn't care about the number of fans.

In a good mood, he picked a few fans to leave a message and reply. He put down his phone, ate cake and chatted with his parents.

Papa Ling thought of something and asked Ling An: "Son, do you have time tonight?"

Ling An raised his head, with some cream on his lips, "Yes."

He has the most time now.

Ling's mother looked at him, and reached out to help him wipe the cream off his mouth. Ling An's face burned, and she felt as if she had turned into a three-year-old child, "Mom, I'll do it myself."

Mother Ling smiled and took her hand back.

Papa Ling said, "Come to a dinner with us tonight. Some directors and actors will also go to the banquet. It should be useful to you."

Looking at the invitation letter, Ling An was startled. He had heard about this dinner party in his previous life. The people who went there included top figures from all walks of life, and several legends in the entertainment industry were also invited.

No wonder in his previous life, his father called him several times, hoping that he would come back. It turned out that he wanted to pave the way for him.

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, Ling An's heart softened, and the tip of his nose was extremely sore.

"Okay." Ling An suppressed his emotions and nodded.

Ling An didn't bring any suitable formal clothes when she came back, so Ling's mother called a familiar brand in the afternoon and sent them some suits.

Ling An's skin is fair, and he is good-looking, with a slender waist and long legs, which suits white very well. After he is dressed, he is like a prince who has walked out of a fairy tale world, so beautiful that it is unreal.

Ling's mother looked left and right, and the more she looked, the more satisfied she was, "The child is so beautiful."

Ling An held her arm, "Mom, you are beautiful too."

Papa Ling was dressed in a black suit. The years hadn't left marks on his face, but it had given him a more calm and gentle demeanor. He was a beautiful uncle.

Arriving at the banquet site, when the family of three entered the door, they attracted everyone's attention.

Ling An glanced across the audience, and sure enough, he saw a lot of people in the circle, even Mu Liyue, who was hailed as a genius and the youngest three-gold actor, was there, chatting with several famous directors.

Not in a hurry to get in touch with those famous directors, Ling An took a glass of champagne from the waiter and walked towards a famous music producer.

After walking a few steps, Ling An suddenly heard an exclamation.

He subconsciously turned around.

At the entrance of the banquet hall, Qin Yan walked in dressed in black high-end clothes. There was not much expression on his face, his eyes were dark and deep, like the thick winter night, cold and repulsive, and his cold temperament was full of sharpness. feel.

After a brief silence, many people walked towards him, but they didn't come close. They stopped at a safe distance of one meter away, with flattering smiles on their faces.

Ling An heard them talking to him and called him Mr. Qin.

He raised his eyebrows, and sure enough, he was right in thinking that day, men are not ordinary people.

Maybe Ling An's gaze was too direct, or maybe Ling An was also a luminous body, Qin Yan raised his eyes and saw Ling An, their eyes collided in the air.

Ling An bent the corner of his mouth, raised the champagne in his hand, and gestured to Qin Yan from the air.