Mr Prejudice

On the last night in Saipan, the people of Tianlong gathered together and held a Qushui Liushang poetry meeting—no, it was a beach barbecue party.

Faced with this situation, Zhuang Lin was filled with emotion.

Zhuang Lin: "Do you still remember, the first time the two of us met was at your barbecue party."

Guan Lan: "Remember, your eyes seem to grow in the sky, and you look at me with disdain."

Zhuang Lin: ...

This face hit, a little pain.

Guan Lan: "However, I gradually became more and more sensible and made great progress."

Zhuang Lin was even more depressed.Guan Lan always speaks to him in the tone of a high school class teacher facing a doting student.I am not sensible at all!If you could see the ignorant thoughts in my mind, you might be so scared that you would jump into the sea and swim back home!

How can I switch to the correct identity mode?You can't even take off your clothes!

Zhuang Lin felt that this matter should be done as soon as possible, and if he stayed in the "friend zone" for too long, he would easily fall into a tragic situation where he could not advance or retreat.

Zhuang Lin deeply felt that his lovesickness came too late.If I were 17 years old this year, I would still be entangled. I must have drunk two or two drinks, pretended to be crazy, and directly pushed the door to deal with it. What to do tomorrow is tomorrow's business.However, at the age of 24, at most, he had a good time in his mind and had to think about tomorrow.

The party gradually reached a climax of singing and dancing, and the sound of the banjo floated along the sea breeze.Guan Lan drank two cups, feeling some gentle tiredness that seemed to be floating in the clouds, and went back to the room.

He entered the room with his front foot, and Zhuang Lin followed him in with his back foot.

Guan Lan: "Why did you come back so early, don't you want to play for a while?"

Zhuang Lin: "Nothing interesting."

Guan Lan joked: "Young man, why are you so old-minded."

Zhuang Lin: "I'm not familiar with it, so what's the point?"

Guan Lan: "No one is born familiar with anyone, isn't this just a good opportunity to get acquainted?"

Zhuang Lin: "I'm different from you—you are a social type, and you like crowds and excitement; I'm a solitary type, and I feel uncomfortable talking to people I don't know well."

Guan Lan: "Okay, then I'll go into the house, you can be alone."

Zhuang Lin: "It's not about you. The longer I talk to you, the happier I will be."

Looking at his bright black eyes, Guan Lan felt a pang in his heart for no reason.

Guan Lan: "You are a good lyric, hurry up and write it down."

Zhuang Lin: "Where is the use of remembering. I still have a lot of words like this in my heart. Shall I give you ten sentences first?"

Guan Lan: "Farewell, save your money and try to make it into a song. Don't waste it on me."

Zhuang Lin: "Do you want to hear me sing?"

Guan Lan: "What?"

Zhuang Lin: "A high-end hotel is different. There is a piano in the room. I suddenly want to sing, do you want to listen?"

Guan Lan: "Well, I don't need to buy tickets while listening to your singing."

Zhuang Lin: "It can be regarded as the return gift you sang to me that day. Although I didn't write it myself, I haven't posted this song on the Internet, and I haven't sung it to others. It's barely a tie. Besides, you said that I It’s not foreign, but I remember it until now—at least I want to show you how foreign I look.”

Many years later, Guan Lan still remembers the moonlight on Saipan and the young man who played the piano for him under the moonlight.

"Quandilmeprenddanssesbras

Qu'llme parlet outbas

Jevoislavieenrose”

It was an old song, La Vie en Rose.French has a mellow sexiness, and Zhuang Lin's voice is two tones lower than usual, which is unexpectedly gentle.

When I held him in my arms and he whispered in my ear, I saw a rosy life.

Zhuang Lin has never sung this song to others, but has practiced it countless times.From his boyhood, on nights full of rosy nostalgia, he corrected his pronunciation syllable by syllable, sculpted and played note by note, with his secret romantic fantasy about love, so that one day, he would sing this song to lover listen.

Under the moonlight in a foreign country, he was unprepared, and he had been preparing for many years.

"When you kiss me, Heavensighs

And though close my eyes

Isee Lavieenrose

Give your heart and soul

And life will always be

Lavieenrose"

Give me your heart and soul, and I'll give you a rosy life back.

Guan Lan felt that he must be drunk, otherwise he couldn't explain the heartbeat at this time.

The person who sang made him dare not look directly at him for no reason, but he couldn't move his eyes away.

He has heard many love songs in his life, and this is the first one.

There are no intense ups and downs in this song, it's just the love words of lovers.Guan Lan felt that the piano keys seemed to be hitting his heart directly, and every word was stirring his aorta, making his heart beat harder.

When the last note of the song fell and Zhuang Lin turned around to look at him, all the secret thoughts and quiet throbbing were exposed under the sea breeze and moonlight.

There are two things in the world that cannot be concealed, cough and love.

Only singing can't lie.

Zhuang Lin: "How is it?"

Guan Lan said softly: "It sounds good."

Zhuang Lin: "Just a good sentence? It wasn't like this when you were a judge on TV. I worked so hard, at least I have to comment on a hundred words to be worthy of me, right?"

Guan Lan: "I said before that you can't sing well, I was wrong."

Zhuang Lin: "You were not wrong before, and you are not wrong now. I didn't want to touch anyone before."

Guan Lan was suddenly afraid that he would continue talking.

Guan Lan: "It's better to rest early for the plane tomorrow morning."

He almost ran away.

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On the second day after returning to China, Zhuang Lin brought crucian carp tofu soup to find Guan Lan.

He knew he was a little lazy, after all, this was the least labor-intensive and time-consuming soup, but he couldn't wait for more than a minute, and one night was already his limit.

He felt that he had made a major breakthrough in Saipan and had to strike while the iron was hot.

When Zhuang Lin arrived at the company, Guan Lan was in a meeting, and Zhuang Lin was sitting at the door of his office, chatting with his assistant for an indirect purpose.

Ren Xiaofei could calmly regard Zhuang Lin coming over with the thermos as a normal thing.

Zhuang Lin: "He came to work today, how is he feeling?"

Ren Xiaofei: "It's quite normal."

Zhuang Lin was not satisfied with this answer: "What is normal?"

Ren Xiaofei: "...It's the same as going to work every day. I have worked under him for so long, and there was only one time when he was abnormal, and that time lasted for two months."

Zhuang Lin: "Why that time?"

Ren Xiaofei: "I don't know, who dares to ask. We all guess that he is broken in love."

Zhuang Lin: ...

Ren Xiaofei suddenly became interested in gossip: "At that time, there was a little singer with Chinese and Russian mixed race, my God, racial talent, she was so good-looking, and she was full of immortality; she sang too, soaring high-pitched. The tone is eight octaves high, the face is not red, the breath is not breathless, and it is effortless. When singing songs in foreign languages, it is called a Su. When speaking Chinese, there is a fascination with the Northeast, which makes half of the girls in the department go away. Don't move."

Zhuang Lin: "...you can't speak Mandarin well, what's so cute?"

Ren Xiaofei: "Oh, the contrast is cute. My mother is from the Northeast, and she didn't grow up in China. It's not normal to have an accent."

In fact, Zhuang Lin has been in the entertainment industry for so long, so how can he not know what contrast is cute, but he is uncomfortable all over, insisting on picking out a few thorns: "How come I have never heard of such a powerful person?"

Ren Xiaofei: "The second generation of Hao, the record is just for fun, and I don't want to be in the entertainment industry. After playing a ticket, I will go back to Russia to inherit the family business."

Ren Xiaofei: "At first, I didn't think Mr. Guan had anything special about this person. You know him. He is the same way as any singer he likes. He eats and plays with him, asks about his health, is considerate at home, looks at him and falls in love with him." It’s like you’re falling asleep, but it’s not because you want to sleep or chase you, it’s just a meaning: I like you young man, I want to write songs for you, are you willing to save the Chinese music scene with me?”

Zhuang Lin felt that there were countless bullet holes in his body.

What do you mean I know him, I don't know, do you dare to tell me even one month in advance?

Ren Xiaofei: "As a result, after he left, Mr. Guan was completely out of his mind. His mood was so low that he couldn't keep up his spirits for two months. The songs he wrote were all very dark. That's when I realized that this won't happen. It's true love."

...Very well, this is another exotic white moonlight!

Why is it that for some people falling in love is as easy as drinking water, but Zhuang Lin's falling in love is so difficult in hell!

While talking, Guan Lan came back from the meeting.

The moment he saw him, Zhuang Lin adjusted his mentality.To be honest, a white moonlight that will never appear again is equivalent to a dead person. Compared with other confirmed and suspected and potential rivals, this one is really not enough.

I can't wait to look at the moment.

Zhuang Lin followed Guan Lan into the office and put the thermos on his desk.

Zhuang Lin: "How was your rest last night? Is the jet lag reversed?"

Guan Lan replied briefly: "It's okay."

Zhuang Lin: "Aren't you going to ask me how I slept?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Guan Lan to ask, he started to ask and answer: "I slept well, but I had a lot of dreams."

Guan Lan: "...I won't ask you what dream you had."

Zhuang Lin: "What do you think of the game this time? I had the opportunity to go to Saipan in the United States before, but I didn't go because I was bored. It's actually quite fun to see now..."

Guan Lan: "Zhuang Lin."

Zhuang Lin: "It's a bit regretful that I didn't go out more while I was in school. I won't have much chance after work. I don't know when the next trip will be..."

Guan Lan: "Zhuang Lin."

Zhuang Lin stopped and looked at Guan Lan's expression, his heart sank slowly.

Guan Lan: "I accept the soup, thank you. I will start preparing for your first album in two months. In these two months, you should concentrate on your work and don't come to me."

Zhuang Lin froze in place as if falling into an ice cave.