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

Wei Cong looked at the two with some surprise, Bai Lin was also stunned, Du Zongyuan looked at the opposite person calmly and contemptuously.

"You fucking..." Peng Xiangyu's pupils widened, and he strode closer to Zong Yuan with arrogance, as if he was about to fight.

Zong Yuan didn't back down for half a step, Bai Lin was afraid that something might go wrong, so he rushed forward to pull Zong Yuan away, and lay between the two of them, obviously shorter than Zong Yuan, but protecting Zong Yuan like a child.

Peng Xiangyu still had a semblance of reason, he was dragged by the rushing manager and didn't do anything directly, he didn't like Bai Lin's protective behavior, wiped the wine from his face, glanced at Wei Cong, and then at Bai Lin At the end, Chong Zongyuan said: "You are always protected by someone."

Wei Cong on the side shrugged and denied with a smile: "No, I can't protect him from being a scapegoat."

Speaking of which, Wei Cong glanced at the empty wine glass in Zong Yuan's hand, and said half-jokingly: "You seem quite sensible, why did you even mess up Cial's place?"

Zong Yuan put down his wine glass, and Peng Xiangyu's manager heard the deep meaning in Wei Cong's words, and pulled him away first, so as not to appear in front of the camera with a destroyed appearance when the banquet officially started.

Peng Xiangyu left, the good show ended, people turned their eyes away one after another, and whispered about this fledgling newcomer with perverse temperament, and today's unexpected Zong Yuan.

Wei Cong was tired from playing, and when the task was completed, he turned around and was about to leave. Zong Yuan saw it from the corner of his eye, turned to him and said, "Thank you."

Wei Cong raised his eyebrows, and smiled frankly, "What are you thanking me for?"

Zong Yuan pursed his lips, Wei Cong didn't say a word to help him, and he was able to clean himself up when the show was over, but after all, he brought a glass of wine anyway.

Seeing that he couldn't turn his head, Wei Cong shook his head helplessly, leaned closer to him and whispered more clearly, "I am entrusted by others."

Zong Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously looked past Wei Cong at Yi Zhou in the distance. Yi Zhou didn't look at him, and was talking and laughing happily with others. Zong Yuan withdrew his gaze and said "thank you" to Wei Cong.

Wei Cong didn't say anything else, and slowly walked back to his original position.

The wine stains on Zong Yuan's face had already dried up, but the clothes on his chest were still wet. He lifted his feet and walked out, "Let's go, change clothes."

Bai Lin followed after hearing this, and asked in a low voice, "Why did Brother Yuan bump into Peng Xiangyu again?"

Zong Yuan didn't care and said: "The young man still cares about his face, he can't get over the last hurdle."

Bai Lin saw that Zong Yuan said it easily, and he didn't mean to be angry at all, and he was a little puzzled, "Then why is Brother Yuan fussing with him, now the media is afraid that you won't get any news, isn't this just passing the topic on to others? ?”

Zong Yuan stroked the broken hair on his forehead, and kept on walking, "I'm worried that I won't be able to make any movement."

Bai Lin seemed to understand but didn't understand. He heard that Zong Yuan meant to follow the situation on purpose, but according to the media's biased style of writing, all the press releases written must be Zong Yuan's. He still thinks that he is not pressing enough heavy?

But what Zong Yuan said was right, if the affairs of an artist can't make any waves, it also means that the artist is cold.

Is that what Brother Yuan meant?

When Zong Yuan walked to the door, he happened to meet two blue-eyed men, both about 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. They wore dark suits and looked more like models in magazines. They were carrying black leather bags and walked hurriedly.

When passing by, one of the men raised his lips at him, and frowned slightly when he saw the drink on his front, Zong Yuan didn't hide it, and nodded at him frankly.

The more Yi Zhou forbade him to drink, the more he formed an indissoluble bond with alcohol, either he was splashed with alcohol by others, or his hands were shaken all over his body, after all, the unlucky thing was his outfit.

……

Wei Cong returned to where he was originally standing, and Yi Zhou turned his head to look at him, "Thank you."

Wei Cong chuckled, "I've earned two thanks."

Without thinking about it, Yi Zhou knew what Zong Yuan looked like when he said "thank you" in a distant and polite tone, and said helplessly, "Yuan'er is too stubborn, he won't bow his head at all."

"It's the same with you." Wei Cong unceremoniously exposed him, "You two laugh at each other, don't give in to the other."

Yi Zhou was bullied by his good brother, and it was rare that he had nothing to say back.

"The first time the two of us met him, you said you were having an affair. I didn't quite believe it. I didn't expect that the cold war would be used in such a short period of time." Wei Cong took the wine glass he handed over, and joked: "It's thanks to the fact that both of you are boys, otherwise when I'm filming a scene, you two and other children would have to hold each other's hands?"

Yi Zhou's face turned dark when he heard the words, choked on his own saliva, blushed for a while and cursed: "Get lost."

"Crossing the river and tearing down the bridge." Wei Cong waved his hand indifferently, "It's a dog that unloads the mill and kills the donkey."

……

The two on this side were bickering, while Zong Yuan on the other side was stopped by a little girl who rushed over before he even got to the car.

"Let me go to the dressing room backstage?" Zong Yuan frowned slightly, his eyes were rarely confused.

The little girl nodded, "Yes, our designer invites you to come over."

Zong Yuan thought for a few seconds in his heart, "Okay."

……

When the dinner officially started, the host in evening gown stepped on the stage on high heels, and narrated the development history of Cial impassionedly. After a while, a young and middle-aged man was invited up. He was the general manager of the Asia-Pacific region of the Cail brand. The blue-eyed man spoke fluent Mandarin, "Hi everyone, I'm Van..."

While everyone was staring at the stage, Zong Yuan walked out from the backstage without making a sound and sat back on the empty seat.

The red wine glass in front of him was removed at some point, and a glass of milk was placed in front of him instead. Zong Yuan was a little bit dumbfounded. Drinking milk on such an occasion, does he really think he is a three-year-old?

The witty and humorous speech of the people on the stage made thousands of people laugh. Zong Yuan looked in the direction of the man and remembered the scene of him embracing the designer affectionately just now in the background. There was nothing wrong with embracing hands, and there was no embarrassment at all when he bumped into the two. The designer even smiled and introduced Zong Yuan in unproficient Chinese: "This is Van, my lover."

Zong Yuan's perennially indifferent gaze was filled with admiration. He felt that it was rare for him to be able to stand in front of others with the person he loved so frankly.

"We have been in love for 13 years." The designer told him later, "Van has many shortcomings, but in front of me, he is the most perfect."

Zong Yuan thinks of Yizhou. In his eyes, Yizhou is not the most perfect and special existence.

The designer didn't reject him when he saw him, and his words were quite friendly. When he saw Zong Yuan's expectant expression, he teased him and asked, "Do you have someone you like?"

Zong Yuan didn't hesitate this time, and nodded.

"Are Chinese artists so bold and straightforward?" the designer asked, seeing him puzzled, he explained: "I chatted with Zhou in the morning, and he responded that I was as straightforward as you."

Zong Yuan was stunned for a moment, a complex emotion flashed in his heart, but left his whole heart itchy.

It's been a long time since I left him in anger last time. When we met again today, Yizhou didn't give him half a look. He was a little disappointed.

It lasted until the end of the dinner, and no one came to trouble Zong Yuan. In fact, there are not many artists like him who are so boycotted by the public, and there are not many people who are still wandering around. Few people can accept the gap of falling from the clouds.

After the dinner party, Zong Yuan and Bai Lin left the hotel. His slender legs were reflected on the spotless white tiles. The media, who were reluctant to leave, squatted in different places to film them. Zong Yuan got into the car and closed his eyes lightly. It was already expected. The press releases that will push him into the center of attention in a moment are overwhelming.

As Zong Yuan expected, the video of him splashing wine on Peng Xiangyu's head was intercepted by the media, and the scene of Peng Xiangyu splashing first was hidden, and he didn't dare to show the scene of Wei Cong appearing, only this part was intercepted.

"The dog jumped the wall in such a hurry, you don't even want to pretend?"

"Why is it him again, I don't want to get news about this drug addict, okay?"

"Our brother Xiangyu is so pitiful, Zong Yuan, you are short of wreaths, aren't you?"

……

Yizhou refreshed the news with his trumpet, and there was no ups and downs in his heart. If there was a little imbalance at the beginning, but after so long, he has been scolded so much that he is immune, and can even read without emotion. Netizens cursed, as if they were not talking about him.

"Brother Yuan, why don't you watch it?" During the red light, Bai Lin tilted his head to look at him, and couldn't hold back.

Zong Yuan shook his head and persistently put down the page to read it. He kept scrolling all the way. After nearly 40 minutes of driving, he did not see anyone who spoke for him again.

Those former fans of his seemed to be unable to withstand the bombing that had lasted for several months, and they all compromised.

Zong Yuan turned off the phone, wondering if he should feel relieved.

The second day, the third day, and a whole week passed, and the name Zong Yuan was nailed to the wall and scolded. Peng Xiangyu's fans were full of fighting spirit, so how could they let him go.

During this period, Yizhou's name was also searched for once. It is said that it was because Yizhou beat someone after the dinner that day. The news flashed by and disappeared in the chaos. After retreating for a while, some netizens mentioned it belatedly, but found that they could not find any information.

Zong Yuan never went out, and wrote and drew at home every day. Apart from practicing songs and creating paintings, he enjoyed this leisurely time day and night, and wrote several songs in succession.

He was so calm, Bai Lin was gradually infected and became Buddhist, and he stopped calling every day to comfort and cheer him up.

The afternoon sun is just right, this year is a warm winter, not as cold as in previous years, and you can enjoy the sun through the window, Zong Yuan's cell phone rang, and as soon as he picked it up, he heard Bai Lin's trembling voice: "Brother, spring is here .”

Zong Yuan's eyelids twitched, and he saw "New Year's Day" written on the electronic clock on the wall.

On the first day of the new year, the official media released the latest news that Zong Yuan was hired as the "Ambassador of Anti-Drug Propaganda".