I heard that I don't sing love songs [Entertainment]

The effect of the live broadcast was very good. Zong Yuan spent all the time left to get in touch with the fans singing to the fans. With a guitar and an ordinary microphone, he sang songs all night.

It's like a simple online concert, and it's like returning to the time when he hadn't made his debut. At that time, no one knew him. On the small stage, some people still wonder who he is.

It took him a year for others to know him, and four years for others to remember him, but he didn't know how long it would take for him to be forgotten.

Maybe one year, maybe three years, or maybe someone will wait for him forever.

One song after another, after he sang with a hoarse voice, the fans belatedly realized that something was wrong, and the barrage sent him to rest.

Zong Yuan didn't insist, bid them farewell with warmth in his eyes, and then turned off the live broadcast. The cigarette case placed next to the computer seemed to be waving at him. He took out one and put it in his mouth. The room flashed by, the fireworks lit the cigarette butt, he took a deep breath, but was stimulated and coughed violently.

After getting used to the smell of nicotine, he stretched his body and spread his whole body in the computer chair.

Yi Zhou's voice came from the cell phone that had been left on the table, "Zong Yuan."

Zong Yuan shook his fingertips pinching the cigarette, and subconsciously extinguished it in the ashtray beside him, and asked in a pretentious voice: "Brother, haven't you hung up yet?"

He used his voice for a long time and then choked for so long, even if he pretended to be fake, he would still look like a cover-up, but Yi Zhou didn't expose it, "I was fascinated by your singing, so I forgot to hang up the phone."

Zong Yuan hooked the corners of his lips, and smiled with difficulty, "Brother never needs to think when he tells a lie."

Yi Zhou didn't argue with him about the authenticity of this sentence, "I saw Sarina when I checked into the hotel today, I remember you like him very much."

Speaking of idols, Zong Yuan's attention was attracted, "Has she gone too? If you meet again and have a chance, can you ask for an autograph for me?"

Zong Yuan rarely asks what he wants, so how could Yi Zhou not satisfy him, "Of course, I just want an autograph?"

Zong Yuan raised the corners of his lips when he heard the words, "She and I have never met face to face, it is not easy to get an autograph."

"When you say it like this, it seems like Brother Fei is just here to make soy sauce." Yi Zhou laughed.

Even so, Zong Yuan still didn’t make any more requests. The two people on the phone were silent. Zong Yuan was already a bit depressed when Yi Zhou caught a glimpse of Zong Yuan’s terrible aloneness just now. He wanted to show Yi Zhou that he was not like this. .

"Yuan'er, do you have any plans for the future?" Yi Zhou asked suddenly.

Zong Yuan pondered for a few seconds, "I don't want to sing anymore."

A person holding a guitar and singing to the live broadcast camera all night, even singing hoarsely, said that he didn't want to sing any more. Yi Zhou felt inexplicably sad, "If you like singing, just keep singing."

"Brother, when I'm 30, maybe I won't be a singer anymore." Zong Yuan whispered.

A sentence that sounds inexplicable is a signal to Yizhou that in his future plan, he will belong to Yizhou after the age of 30.

He has known since he was with Yizhou that there will be many unknowns in the future, but Zongyuan promised him that from the age of 30, as long as Yizhou wants to, he can accept being overwhelmed by worldly vision and words at any time, He is mentally prepared and not afraid.

I don't know if Yizhou didn't receive the signal, but he just smiled lightly on the other end of the phone and said, "It doesn't matter, you can do whatever you want then."

The light in Zong Yuan's eyes dimmed. In the silent night, he seemed to hear the chirping of insects on the tree outside the window, soothing his heart, "Okay."

Talking on the phone until late at night, Zong Yuan never lit a second cigarette, but the vacant feeling that should be paralyzed never felt the temperature.

Maybe it's too far away, so far away that they can't draw heat from each other.

......

A week later, Zong Yuan, who had returned to his busy work, appeared in the studio of the magazine cover in City A, in the dressing room. He was not a model, and he looked a little thin among several male models. Fortunately, he did not suffer too much from his height. What a loss, coupled with the aura that has been honed on the stage over the past few years, I don't feel like I have lost the battle.

Poor Bai Lin, who is about 1.7 meters tall, doesn't think there is any problem when he is outside. Now when he came in with Zong Yuan, the sight of several strong men in front of him made him want to shrink himself into the corner instantly. He turned his head to look at Zong Yuan beside him, put his hands in his coat pockets and walked in calmly, turning a blind eye to others.

He admired it from the bottom of his heart, stretched out his hand and tugged at Zong Yuan's clothes, and whispered: "Brother, that one over there seems to be this year's domestic male model champion, I've seen his catwalk show, it's amazing!"

Zong Yuan looked in the direction he said, the man's skin was bronzed, he smiled at him, there were two deep dimples on his angular face, Zong Yuan didn't know him, but because the other party had already greeted him, A slight nod was the answer.

Bai Lin is so amazing, Zong Yuan couldn't figure it out, so he frowned slightly and asked him, "Is your sexual orientation really okay?"

Could it be that he stayed by his side for a long time, so that Bai Lin's sexual orientation changed, and he lost the original definition of men and women in his cognition?

Bai Lin almost choked on his own saliva, he put his fist on his lips and coughed lightly, he didn't have the guts to insult Zong Yuan, so he could only retort a little "coyly", "Brother Yuan, don't think too much, I'm hugging you Watching the game with a normal heart!"

Zong Yuan nodded thoughtfully, "I didn't say you're not ordinary."

Bai Lin: ...

The meaning of Zong Yuan's words made it clear that he watched the game with the usual heart of appreciating men.

"No, Brother Yuan, I really like girls." Bai Lin was at a loss for words, and emphasized firmly.

"It has nothing to do with me." Zong Yuan waved his hand, "It's just that you have too many idols, all of whom are male, so I have this idea."

What Zong Yuan said was not wrong. Bai Lin always regarded himself as his idol when he met some powerful people every now and then.

Bai Lin choked on his perfunctory attitude, and muttered: "Your idol is Miss Sarina, don't you still miss Brother Zhou."

Zong Yuan's face changed slightly, and he didn't say anything.

The photos taken by the male models were all put into the magazine, and there was no conflict with Zong Yuan’s. When Zong Yuan first came in, the looks of the male models were almost finished, so they were led to shoot now. The location, which was still a bit crowded, suddenly emptied out, only the national male model competition champion that Bai Lin had mentioned remained inside.

Although he will only occupy the cover page in the paper magazine, as a fan benefit of the magazine, two groups will be added in the electronic file. These are all discussed by Qi Gaoyang, and Zong Yuan has no objections.

The first group of photos was taken in a pure white suit. He seldom wears such clean suits. Most of them are blue and gray. When the stylist handed over the clothes, he resisted a little. Yes, but the stylist was too stubborn. In order not to delay the progress of the shooting, he finally compromised.

The shape of the suit was tailored according to his size. The jacket of the jacket was cut to best fit the curvature of his waistline, simple and neat. The line of the trousers fit along his hips and legs, making him slender The legs are groomed just right.

"It's so suitable." The stylist saw his eyes light up, "This color seems to be tailor-made for you."

Zong Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at it calmly, but he didn't think there was anything special about it, but the color was too glaring.

The makeup artist held his breath when applying makeup for him, as if he was afraid of ruining something.

The shooting of the first set went smoothly. When returning to the dressing room, the staff who led the way were still praising him. Zong Yuan strode forward and couldn’t wait to change this outfit. But when he saw the second set of clothes, he felt that he had just changed. Haste is a little too hasty.

"Let's show your abs later, Zong Yuan, do you have abs?"

Zong Yuan was taking off his shirt, when he heard this, he lifted the hem of his shirt and looked, "No."

He answered too seriously, which amused the staff around him. Amidst the laughter, Bai Lin covered his face and said, "Brother Yuan, not having abdominal muscles is nothing to be proud of!"

The photographer who asked the question didn't seem to have expected him to answer such an answer with such confidence, half amused and half helpless: "It's okay, show your chest, I'll fix it later."

Zong Yuan raised his head when he heard the words and asked, "Fix your abdominal muscles?"

"The chest muscles can be repaired for you." The photographer laughed.

Zong Yuan was a little disappointed, he still wanted to use his shortcoming of muscular lines to reject this look.

The second set is to be shot in the water. The black shirt is half open, and the wet cloth is attached to his body. He props one elbow in the water, and slowly scans the people around him with cold eyes. He Jing, in response to the reminder, nodded and randomly picked up the embellishment necklace that was clasped around his neck. With a slight force on his wrist, the necklace was torn off by it.

"This is...too abstinent!" A little assistant swallowed and sighed in a low voice.

"The earrings are really a stroke of genius, and there is a ruffian in the indifference." Another person answered.

Zong Yuan has not been disturbed by the surrounding things from the beginning to the end, indifferent to everything as if the world has nothing to do with him, what the photographer wants is the superciliousness and aloofness in his eyes.

Zong Yuan's cooperation made the shooting go very smoothly. When he returned to the cloakroom to change clothes after the shooting, Zong Yuan saw the figure of the male model again. Unlike the previous coincidence, he seemed to be deliberately waiting for him to come back this time.

"Wei Senyao." The male model stretched out his right hand.

Zong Yuan was surprised for a moment, then reached out and shook his hand expressionlessly, "Zong Yuan."

"I know you." Wei Senyao smiled, "I've seen you in previous shows."

Zong Yuan didn't have much impression of him, so he said "hmm" and didn't intend to talk more.

Wei Senyao is 1.8 meters tall, nearly eight centimeters taller than Zongyuan, more or less looking down, he stood there without moving, as if he couldn't sense Zongyuan's alienation.

Zong Yuan can clearly see the contours of his face from this angle. The external conditions are indeed superior. Maybe handsome men are not born with a sense of sweetness. Even if he smiles with deep dimples on his cheeks, it still makes people feel sharp, "You are very cute!" handsome."

This round of praise is already the biggest concession in his communication, Zong Yuan is a little lost in thought, the reason why anyone who tries to make friends is blocked.

Surprise flashed in Wei Senyao's eyes when he heard the words, "Thank you, I hope to cooperate with you in the future."

"Hope." Zong Yuan was perfunctory, walked on the way out, and got into the nanny's car impatiently.

Wei Senyao looked at his leaving figure, and his straight back and indifferent attitude filled him with interest.