last love song

As the largest brokerage company in China, Huanqi is located in the bustling area of ​​Shanghai. It has everything from small coffee shops to large photography towns. Except that the photography town is open to the public, facilities such as the company building and trainee apartments require fingerprint verification. To enter, even the coffee shop on the first floor of the company building, which is enclosed by single-transparent bulletproof glass, requires fingerprint verification.

And that coffee shop is not accessible to all happy people, so you can only see three kinds of people entering and exiting this coffee shop—company executives, well-developed artists of our company, and figures with high status in the entertainment industry .

Song Xiao is by no means a senior with a high status. Among the artists of our company, he can barely be considered to have developed well, but a bigger part of the reason for him to enter this coffee shop is definitely his strong family background.

The coffee shop is located at the crossroads of the block, and the daily flow of vehicles and busy crowds make this coffee shop extremely leisurely.

Song Xiao likes to sit by the window, enjoys the feeling that she can see the outside but the people outside can't see her, and even more enjoys the feeling that everyone is busy while she is drinking coffee leisurely.

He seldom noticed a certain person on the street, but under the afternoon sun, there was a slender figure that caught his attention, white shirt, jeans, canvas shoes, black backpack, and he was shooting the mv in the morning His appearance was almost the same, but apart from being sunny and clean, that person also had some distinctive temperament, which seemed to be melancholy and mature that young people should not have.

The calluses left by writing many years ago on the slender fingers, gently holding the white paper cup of Starbucks in one hand, and holding the mobile phone in the other hand, the mobile phone is connected to the white earphone, he looked up and took a sip of coffee , frowning slightly, it looks like the coffee is very bitter, his Adam's apple slides with difficulty, and then he looks down at the phone, there is a bit of trance, confusion and bitterness between his brows and eyes, which makes his already neutral appearance even more charming.

Song Xiao was fascinated by it, but suddenly saw the man looking up in his direction, he turned his head in a panic, and for a moment forgot that the one-sided glass could not see into the coffee shop.

Nan Chenyu stood on the side of Huanqi Cafe and could only reflect himself in front of the glass. On it was a pictorial of Huanqi's current female star Lin Yunying. This actress who won the Best Actress Award at the age of 27 It is one of the representatives of Huanqi's success.

Lin Yunying does not have an incomparable appearance, but she is beautiful just right, but she has a different taste, her cool but not haughty temperament is absolutely second to none in the circle.

Nan Chenyu only felt that this was a height that he would never be able to reach for the Park Movie Awards.He lowered his head and chuckled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, pulled up the trolley case at his feet, turned around and blended into the rushing crowd.

Song Xiao heard Agreatbigworld's "saysomething", the gentle and moving melody made people feel as calm as a pool of clear water.When he looked up again, the man had disappeared into the crowd.

"Saysomething, I'm giving upon you.

I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you Anywhere, I would've followed you.

Say something, I'm giving upon you.

And I will swallow my pride.

You're the one that I love..."

Song Xiao took a sip of coffee, slightly narrowed her eyes, and smiled slightly, with a deep but unclear meaning.

Nan Chenyu took the subway from the city center to the suburbs. The place where he grew up has changed a lot in the past five years, but it seems that nothing has changed. If he has to talk about changes, it must be that the people who live here have changed, um ...And what's more...It's more bustling and lively.Prosperous and lively, but there is no word that belongs to this home. The courtyard that has been left unattended for five years is overgrown with weeds and broken leaves are everywhere. Only the cherry blossom tree that took a lot of effort to grow is left. The dry tree trunk was wiped out, and the white iron swing under the tree was already rusted by the wind and rain. The red rust was like blood, which was extremely dazzling.

The three-storey villa is already outdated. If this were a no-man's land, it would definitely be the best location for shooting a horror movie.With a wry smile, Nan Chenyu took out the key from his jeans pocket. He had kept the key at the bottom of the drawer. It had not been used for five years. The door lock was not very flexible, and the key was rusty, so he opened the door extremely well. Difficult, twisting the doorknob, the doorknob squeaked a few times, the sound was so bleak, Nan Chenyu could feel that his hands had already been covered with a thick layer of dust.

When the door of the house was pushed open, the door also made a sad sound, as if blaming Nan Chenyu for not coming back for five years.

All the furniture in the house was covered with white cloth, and there was a layer of dust on the ground. Every time I took a step, I could see the dust floating in the air. Footprints and traces of trolley case pulleys were also left on the ground.

Nan Chenyu rubbed his brows with some headaches. It would cost a sum of money to ask housekeepers to clean up, or to stay in a hotel temporarily. This seems a bit extravagant to Nan Chenyu who has no income now, so he had no choice but to accept his fate ,Do it yourself.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when he got home, and he finally cleaned out the bathroom, kitchen, living room and bedroom on the first floor after tossing around until eight. Come.

Finally finished cleaning, Nan Chenyu was covered in ashes, his stomach ached from hunger, his eyelids were too heavy to open, he sighed softly, wanted to take a bath, but there was no hot water, luckily at this time It's midsummer, and it's not too cold to take a bath with cold water.

Maybe it was because of the cold, the stomachache became more severe, like a habit, Nan Chenyu opened the refrigerator, and the switch was turned off when he left home, the food in the refrigerator that he had forgotten to clean had already rotted and smelled, the sour smell The smell made him sick for a while, and he squatted by the toilet and retched for a long time, but he couldn't vomit anything, instead he vomited his stomach acid and tears.

Nan Chenyu leaned against the wall, and the cold touch passed through his back to his head, which made him wake up a lot in an instant, his stomach was overwhelmed, like an electric drill constantly rotating and stabbing his stomach wall, the pain made him break out in a cold sweat.

Warm tears mixed with sweat dripped down her cheeks, Nan Chenyu didn't wipe them off, as if she had no strength left, she lowered her head and sighed softly.

Slowly got up, leaned on the wall and walked slowly to the living room, rummaged in the backpack for a long time, took out a pack of cigarettes with only a few cigarettes left, his slender fingers were pale and weak, slowly pulled out a cigarette, lowered his head to light it, and squinted. He opened his eyes and took a sip. The nicotine stimulated his central nervous system, his head cleared up a lot, and his stomach pain eased a little.Suddenly he realized that no one smoked in his parents' house before his death, and there was no ashtray for him to put the ash, so Nan Chenyu walked out of the house, and sat down on the steps in front of the door regardless of the thick dust on the ground.

Liang Jing changed his old habit of driving home directly, and switched to walking and subway. He did this for no other reason than to find one or two people worth digging out in the crowd, and he hoped to find someone who was competent for himself. The protagonist of the new work, however, things backfired. There are indeed many handsome men and women met along the way, but very few have satisfactory temperament and appearance.

In the midst of being extremely depressed, Liang Jing had already left the subway station entrance and walked towards the villa area. He felt extremely depressed. He didn't know if this production, which took a lot of painstaking efforts, could go on smoothly if it continued like this.

"Mr. Liang, are you back? Why didn't you drive today?"

The person who interrupted his thoughts was the security guard of the community. Liang Jing drove in and out on weekdays, so he became very familiar with this security guard. Liang Jing raised his head and smiled: "It's nothing, I just want to walk suddenly. Why is it this time period? Are you going to patrol too?"

The security guard sighed again and again: "I heard from some residents that the house that had been abandoned for many years suddenly turned on the lights. I was afraid that something might go wrong, so I went over to have a look."

Liang Jing raised his eyebrows, and looked not far ahead, the house that he has always called the best ghost film shooting location really lit up: "How about I go there with you to have a look?"

"That's good! If you save a while, there's something to take care of."

Liang Jing's decision was only due to his childlike curiosity. He was obviously close to 50 years old, but because of an unrelated house, he aroused his sense of adventure.

However, this decision is actually the most correct choice in his life.

Weeds, dead trees, and a path that has just been "artificially developed" in the barren and desolate courtyard. At the end of the path, a dim light shines through the open door. With his bleak figure, he lowered his head, and his wet hair was black and shiny, which made him even more pale and haggard. He held a burning cigarette in one hand, and the cigarette gave off a faint red light. The bursts of white smoke emitted looked like a dying patient, with the other hand covering his lower abdomen, his fingers were pale and slender, and the calluses left by writing for many years did not make these hands lose any sense of beauty.

He raised his head slightly to smoke, and then breathed out the smoke casually. His pale cheeks, delicately carved facial features, and thin figure, under the white smoke, were indistinguishable, giving his eyebrows and eyes a taste that shouldn't be there when he was young. .

At that moment, Liang Jing shouted in his heart: "It's him!"

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