My idol has a unique style of painting

On February 2th, at nine o'clock in the morning, in an apartment in Longcheng, the deafening alarm sound disturbed the sweet dreams of the two people on the bed.

One hand slowly touched the phone:

"It's already nine o'clock!? The male god's live broadcast!"

Xiang Yin jumped up from the bed like a carp, turned on the computer at a flying speed, and took advantage of the opportunity to kick his dead male ticket.

When her boyfriend rubbed his eyes and got up, the screen was already showing the scene of the Golden Gramophone Awards.

As two working dogs, they would spend their entire lives in bed on this rare vacation, but today is unusual—today is the live broadcast of the Golden Gramophone Awards!

The organizers of this ceremony are very discerning. Due to the popularity of the award-winning "Love Flower" last time and the fact that Liu Wenqin is in the limelight recently, they specially invited the other party to perform a Guqin performance on the spot.

This decision is obviously very wise. When the live broadcast started, the click-through rate was several times higher than that of the previous session, and most of the data came from Huaguo.

Xiang Yin is one of the contributors to the hit rate. Although he doesn't usually pay attention to the golden phonograph, as a senior piano fanatic, how can he miss the live broadcast with his own idol?

Besides, this is the first time the male god has appeared in public since the Spring Festival Gala!

Xiang Yin's eyes, who turned on the live broadcast, were like radar. She quickly found the target among many European and American stars, and in a second she entered the state of loving eyes and shouting "God, come on, God is so handsome."

The male ticket next to him looked disgusted. As a rational Qin fan, he didn't bother to shout, but silently calculated how many new albums he would buy this time while admiring the male god.

At the same time, from this small apartment to the entire region, the entire city, the entire Huaguo, and even the entire world, countless people who also called themselves "qin crazy" were also watching Liu Wenqin on the screen.

Among them are old fans who have been in love with each other since their debut, hardcore fans who are full of combat power and will not waver even in the wind and rain, and new fans who have just fallen into the pit and are still in the licking stage...it doesn't matter which one Fans, when they saw their idols on the screen smiling faintly, and that smile directly penetrated into their hearts through the camera lens, the thoughts that popped up in their minds were all the same:

The style of my idol is so beautiful! ! !

I don't know if it's because of the photography, but Liu Wenqin, who hasn't shown up for a long time, seems to have lost a lot of weight, but the fans are distressed, and they are unknowingly attracted by his graceful demeanor.

Today's Liu Wenqin seems not as indifferent as usual, his eyes are slightly bright, but his unusual mental state adds a special charm to him.

Many qin idiots outside the camera accidentally blushed, but their faces had not had time to cool down. When Liu Wenqin brought his Aegin to the stage, the sound of strings echoed in the gradually quiet venue, and it just faded away. The moment the temperature "swipes" again, it surges from the heart to the forehead!

The player makes no secret of the tenderness in the sound of the piano.The sound under the finger is charming and lingering, the tune played is full of admiration, like the red thread of the piano sound, it seems to form a warm fireball, and the burning love in it is enough to make the audience's heart surge with enthusiasm.

People who appreciate it all think that this piece of music is nice and attractive, but many of Liu Wenqin’s fans like guqin, and many people have listened to all the handed down qin music after they became fans of him. These qin fans listen to it Then, he couldn't help but murmured in a low voice:

"I don't see you for a day, and I think about it like crazy."

"Replacing the Qin with words, let's chat and write from the bottom of my heart."

Qin picks Wenjun, and rushes to Xiangru at night.I wish to win the king's heart, never leave the white head.

This time Liu Wenqin played nothing else, but a love song that has been passed down through the ages, "Feng Qiu Huang"!

After a song is played, the lingering sound lingers around the beam.

The piano sound itself was gentle and lingering, without much strength, but in effect it was like a shocking cannon, blasting out bursts of thunder in front of the screen under the stage.

Amidst the applause that almost overturned the roof, many people still thought: If I were Zhuo Wenjun, as long as Sima Xiangru could play so well... no, even only one-tenth of it would be good. I definitely chose to pack up my things and elope with him!

As soon as the idea came out, everyone coveted "Ryu Xiangru" on the stage even more, and it happened that at this time he licked the corners of his lips at the camera.

Everyone was suffocated, and they really thought that he would open his mouth to confess to himself next.

While everyone was trying to correct their mentality, Liu Wenqin spoke slowly:

"The meaning of this song must be clear to many people. I would like to take this opportunity to express my heart to my beloved."

He lowered his voice, and his voice was softer:

"Ziqi, did you hear that?"

Just a few short words, the bang that exploded in people's minds was thousands of times stronger than the previous piano sound!

Xiang Yin, who was concentrating on the computer screen, only felt a "boom", and his brain capacity was suddenly insufficient.

She turned her head stiffly, and saw that on the other side, the male ticket who claimed to be a rationalist was also stunned, completely losing his usual calmness.

They stared at each other for a long time, and finally stumbled out a few words from their brains:

Liu Wenqin, Golden Gramophone, live broadcast worldwide, show love live, Gu Qu? ? ?

It wasn't just the two people in the apartment who were stunned. Just a few minutes later, the news of "Liu Wenqin Showing Love to Gu Qu" flew all over Huaguo like wings, sweeping the entire Internet at a terrifying speed.

Since Liu Wenqin spoke in Chinese, all the foreigners at the Golden Gramophone thought he was just thanking him. At that time, there was no commotion at the scene, but now that Huaguo is so lively, the foreign media, belatedly aware of it, finally responded coming.

The news spread quickly at home and abroad. Foreign countries have a relatively high acceptance of sexuality, and only a few sparks are ignited, but domestically, it is like magma splashing, and the voice of abuse suddenly erupts like a volcanic eruption:

[God, gay?Abnormal, disgusting! 】

[Usually, she looks decent, but she really isn't a good thing in private! 】

【I thought he was pretty good before, but now I think about it, I'm blind】

[Is the government crazy?Why did you find such an abnormal person for the Spring Festival Gala? 】

[Do you know how bad this kind of person will be to children! ? 】

[Strongly request the General Administration to delete the clip where Liu Wenqin appeared in the movie! 】

【It can not be?Could it be Gu Qu too? 】

The successful performances of the Spring Festival Gala and the recent blockbuster movies have just brought Liu Wenqin and Gu Qu staggering popularity, but now, this popularity has become a reminder for the former.

Liu Wenqin frankly admitted her feelings for Gu Qu, and said that it was only his unilateral behavior, and Gu Qu didn't know anything about it.

As soon as these words came out, his previous reputation was so warm, and the fire of cursing and cursing on the Internet became crazy.

The fire was getting hotter and hotter, and when it was about to burn to another party, Gu Qu's manager came forward, and the two sides spoke in unison, clearly and decisively drawing a clear line between the two.

As for Gu Qu himself, he hasn't shown up since the Spring Festival Gala, and has been refusing to accept any interviews on the grounds that he is ill. All affairs are handled by his agent.

All kinds of signs made the paparazzi entertainment reporters extremely excited like flies smelling the smell. All kinds of speculative reports emerged one after another, and mosquitoes and flies buzzed endlessly on major websites.

Rumors escalated step by step, as if turning an upward arrow into the opposite direction, Liu Wenqin's rising popularity suddenly plummeted, and condemnation and cursing hit him like a stormy sea.

The night was thick, and the wind blew through the forest, but the rustling sound was not noisy.

Compared with the bloody storm on the Internet, this place is more like another peaceful world.

The sound of the strings in the room stopped and continued, and the qin player who kept his head down played a random part and then stopped. He raised his hand and wrote a few strokes on the paper. A stack of paper about the thickness of a bottle cap had already accumulated on the table.

The window was open, and the raging night wind scrambled in, making the strings of the Guqin vibrate uncontrollably.

Liu Wenqin caressed the surface of Liuquanqin, as if talking to herself, or whispering to the other party:

"It's okay, it's just a false name, and it's not worth nostalgia. I just said what I always wanted to say in my heart."

Because of showing his sincerity, he once again became the target of public criticism. This situation is very similar to the situation in which he was charged with subjugation in his previous life.

Liu Wenqin tapped the body of the piano lightly with her fingers, and smiled:

"I'm used to it."

He had foreseen this ending when he made the decision. After all, it was not the first time he had experienced it. He knew... that he could accept it calmly.

The wind has subsided, but the silk strings are still vibrating.

Liu Wenqin had no choice but to continue to persuade her with nice words.

But it seems that no amount of words can quiet Liuquan.

After 10 minutes, Liu Wenqin let go and sighed:

"Enough, I admit, it's a bit difficult, okay?"

The trembling stagnated for a moment, and then suddenly another gust of wind blew into the room, and the airflow rolled up a few scores, which were slapped on the mobile phone beside him.

The strings trembled with the wind again.

Faintly understanding what Ai Qin meant, Liu Wenqin picked up the phone thoughtfully, and clicked on the comments that she had scanned before.

The first thing that catches his eyes is still the overwhelming insults and curses, his eyes flicked over the patches of black mud, but this time he caught some clarity:

[Qin come on!No matter whether you come out or not, you are my male god (love)]

【Even if you're out of the closet, I still like you so much! 】

【What gender you like does not affect what kind of person you are】

【One day qin crazy, lifelong qin crazy】

【always support you】

Those comments are like a few waves in a raging sea. They are almost submerged by the huge waves at the moment of jumping out of the sea, but they persevere and continue to jump out when the next wave hits.

Liu Wenqin blinked in a daze.

After a while, the phoenix eyes widened in disbelief.

He pursed his lips and stared at the screen, searching carefully, finding and collecting the water source drop by drop, and slowly, it formed a trickle in the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly, his thoughts were cut off by a burst of yelling, and Ji Rui's soul-calling cry came from outside the door:

"Ask Qin! Liu Wenqin! Are you in there? Young master! Ancestor! Open the door! Don't let your mind get lost!"

Liu Wenqin remained silent, got up and opened the door.

The moment the door opened, Ji Rui squeezed in. Before he could say anything, he scanned Liu Wenqin up and down, and finally heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that it was all right.

Then he lifted the frame of the mirror with lingering fear in his heart: "Why did you suddenly move back to this place? I was so scared that I thought you were thinking about that... You don't really break up, do you?"

He immediately swallowed his saliva as soon as he said the words, as if he realized that his question was inappropriate, and he couldn't take it back, so he could only stare at Liu Wenqin nervously.

"No." Liu Wenqin's tone was indifferent, and her face was as calm as usual, "You came to ask me this?"

of course not!There are too many things to do!

Several endorsers asked to terminate the contract, the contract under negotiation was blown, the director who proposed the invitation not long ago changed his words and said that the crew was full... These messy things were stuffed in Ji Rui's chest and stirred again and again, but he swallowed them in the end .

He took out his phone and clicked on a file, then turned the screen to Liu Wenqin:

"I'm here to deliver good news to you: Look, there are so many fans who support you!"

Liu Wenqin was taken aback for a moment.

Ji Rui actually cut all the positive comments about him together.

There were screenshots displayed on the screen, all the insults were cut out, and it was all support and encouragement for him from the beginning to the end, and several ids were just seen by him.

If Liu Wenqin hadn't read his comments beforehand, he might really have thought that all the comments on the Internet were supportive of him.

This approach is really a bit silly, it's like raising the soup to stop the boiling, treating the symptoms but not the root cause.

...But this bowl of soup was poured into the bottom of my heart, and when it merged with the trickle, it happened to form a warm current that could compete with the turbid black waves.

I am really confused, from lover to teacher, from friend to fan, in this life, which part is the same as the previous life?

Liu Wenqin shook her head with emotion, and smiled at Ji Rui:

"Thanks, I've seen it."

He turned around, picked up the stack of music scores on the table, and looked out the window.

The starlight in the sky gradually lit up the night, and the light flickered, as if the stars were blinking at him.

Abuse and disgust occupy the vast majority, but there are still people who encourage him and support him, and that's enough.

Like a star twinkling in the night, a little light is enough to dispel the overwhelming darkness.

The night will pass, the rain will stop, and the winter will melt away.

Then ushered in, will be dawn, sunny and warm spring.

The author has something to say: Feng Qiuhuang: Guqin Music of the Han Dynasty, which interprets the love story between Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun.