Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

"...At that time, Qian Yao pointed a gun at my head and let the Tibetan mastiff bite Lawyer Lan. I poked Qian Yao's thigh with a nail in my hand, broke his wrist, took his gun and shot him. Tibetan Mastiff."

"Where did you get the nail in your hand?"

"Lawyer Lan pulled out an iron nail from the broken wooden chair while no one was looking, hid it in his hand and secretly handed it to me."

"What about killing Qian Yao later?"

"I had warned him, but he still took the gun out of his hand and fired at us, so I had to kill him."

"Well, and..."

The hour-long questioning finally came to an end. Jian Shaomei walked out of the conference room with her head down. Guo Beilin was sitting on a chair at the door waiting for him, and asked with raised eyebrows, "Are you okay?"

"It's nothing," Jian Shaomei smiled helplessly, "I have to wait for my emotional stability to further confirm that I was acting out of self-defense. In addition, I have to observe whether the situation at that time caused me mental trauma, whether there is any regret or guilt."

"Do you have?"

Jian Shaomei shook her head.Qian Yao intends to hurt Lan Mingsu. Only when he is dead can he sleep in peace.This man died unjustly.

Guo Beilin patted him on the shoulder: "It's been two weeks, it will be fine in a while, now I can concentrate on making the album. You know how much effort I put into you, don't let me down."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Guo."

Guo Beilin looked at the profile picture on his phone screen, opened his mouth and closed it again.There is one person that he dare not mention even now, as long as he mentions it, it will definitely hit Jian Shaomei's heart.

The headshot was taken on the bed, Lan Mingsu closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

With slender eyelashes, he is really a rare handsome man, which makes people worry about him, and makes the number one newcomer under his banner lose his mind.

He patted Jian Shaomei's shoulder again: "Don't think too much, you are busy and time flies, and he came back before waiting for anything."

"En." Jian Shaomei lowered her head.

He's not busy now, what else can he do?

Lan Mingsu had just been rescued that day, and he was woken up in the middle of the night. It turned out that Qian Yao had let the wind out before, and the reason for the arrest this time was because the police had an undercover agent.In order to ensure the identity and personal safety of Lan Mingsu's undercover agent, the police will temporarily send him to another city to live for a period of time, and will not send him back until the remaining forces are wiped out.

For a week or two, there was no news at all.

"I'm going back to bed first, and I'll be in the recording studio at 7 o'clock tomorrow." Jian Shaomei said.

"I'll walk you home."

Jian Shaomei leaned against the window, looking at the changing neon lights on both sides of the street.In fact, he still has a song that he hasn't finished writing, and he can't write it anyway. Lan Mingsu is not around, so his mind is a little confused and scattered.

Suddenly, Jian Shaomei raised her head and looked at a building outside the window: "Mr. Guo, take me here, I want to walk home from here."

Guo Beilin parked the car on the side of the road: "Be careful on the road."

"Thank you Mr. Guo, Mr. Guo rest early."

Jian Shaomei jumped out of the car and looked at the Chinese-style building in front of her with emotion.This place is a bit special, and it has a different meaning in Jian Shaomei's heart.

That was the place where Lan Mingsu missed an appointment for the first time. At that time, he waited in this restaurant all night, but he did not wait for him to show up.

This is the beginning of Lan Mingsu's accident.

Jian Shaomei stood in front of the restaurant for a moment, then walked down the road.Lan Mingsu was around here that night, but he forgot about their appointment with a heavy heart, and went forward aimlessly in this direction.

It has already entered early summer, and there are many people walking on the street. It was winter when Lan Mingsu had an accident, and the wind was as cold as ice skates. How did he feel in his heart?

As he walked, he stopped in front of a guitar shop.

He looked at the sign on the shop.

Eh?Isn't this shop just...

wrong.

His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

Jian Shaomei looked inside, gently pushed open the glass door, and the two shopping guides said in a sweet voice: "Welcome."

There are three neat rows of guitars hanging on the wall. The ones at the entrance of the store are more common, and the price is all around one or two thousand. The styles hanging on the back are more and more different. In front of two guitars sealed in glass windows on the wall.

A shopping guide beside him said softly: "Look at Mr.'s fingers, have you played the guitar for many years?"

"Ah."

"This is our guitar with the best texture and tone, would you like to try it, sir?"

"No, I'll just take a look. I got a guitar from someone, and I bought it from your store last year."

The shopping guide smiled and said, "Really? What kind of guitar?"

Jian Shaomei said the model of the guitar.

The shopping guide was obviously taken aback, and another female shopping guide who was standing not far away also turned around after hearing this, and the two of them looked him up and down, with a strange look of joy on their faces.

Jian Shaomei felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird: "What's wrong?"

One of them smiled and said, "So it's you. There are very few guitars of that model, and we only have one in the store, which was bought by your brother."

Jian Shaomei looked at her motionless.

"Your brother is so kind to you. I bought the guitar for [-] without even thinking about it. I was afraid that you wouldn't like it. Ask us if we can change it in the future." The shopping guide sighed with a smile, "We all say you Big brother really loves little brother."

Jian Shaomei remained silent.

He took out his mobile phone and quickly found a photo. The shopping guide smiled and said, "This is the gentleman, he is also handsome and has a good personality..."

Jian Shaomei looked at her as if she didn't hear her.

He also doesn't remember how he left, but he roughly remembers saying goodbye with a polite smile, and when he came to his senses, he was walking home alone.

There was an inexplicable strange feeling surging in my heart, scattered and raging, and there was nowhere to release it.

At two o'clock that night, he posted a new song on Weibo.

~

"Tianshichengjin"

Lyrics/Music: Xiao Jian

I'm a pebble in the sand

I always imagined that one day I would ride the wind and waves and give birth to wings

but i'm close

but can't get there

Dreams are slowly eroded by reality

The melody of the seabed is the poem in my heart

But I'm starting to think maybe it's too late

time flies

i have nothing

Just looking up at the sky and passing the day

Until the day you gently picked me up from the sea

you tell me

I'm the brightest jewel in your heart

your hands

Turn the stone into gold

my dream

come true

No matter how fierce the sea is, I will no longer be afraid

without tempering

How can I win your sincerity?

At the sound of footsteps, I suddenly turned around

you are nowhere to be found

No matter how far you go

I still have that simple heart

waiting for your hand

touch me lightly

big

only in your palm

I am the gold that shines faintly from the inside out

~

Jian Shaomei sat at the table, watching the comments and likes flooding in.There are a few people in it who are his old fans, and he is already very familiar with them. He replied to a few comments, starting from reposting, and added them to the fans' pages one by one.

At 9:[-] in the morning, he turned off his mobile phone, drew a few circles on the densely written white paper, and called Guo Beilin.

"Mr. Guo, I have finished writing my last song."

"...I saw it. It was so-so...but you shouldn't have posted it on Weibo without telling me."

"Sorry, I got excited at the moment."

"...Forget it, I've discussed it with them this morning, and there's nothing I can do if I post it. Fortunately, the fans responded well. Did you write the lyrics yourself?"

"Yes."

"Well... I can consider it as a sub-leader, let's discuss it later. When will you come to the recording studio?"

"In the afternoon." Jian Shaomei paused and asked, "I want to ask one thing."

"what's up?"

"I have a few places I want to go to for the next promotional activities."

"Where? Why do you suddenly want to go?"

Jian Shaomei's eyes were deep: "It's nothing, there are some fans who support me in those places, and they want to meet up."

~

Lan Mingsu flipped the phone lightly.

"Teacher, is there something tonight?" A male student in his early twenties stood in front of him, "Do you want to go out to watch a movie together?"

"No need. I want to go home." Lan Mingsu closed the book.

He wasn't thinking about movies at all right now.

"...I must go tonight! Do you know that he has never shown his face before? I just sent a photo, but I don't know what he looks like. I just want to see what he looks like." A female student packed her bag , blushing with excitement.

"You're talking about that Jane... or something? It doesn't seem to be very popular?" Another said.

"He has more than 200 million fans before showing his face. I think he will be one of the most popular newcomers in the next few years. Have you heard the song he wrote himself? It sounds so good!" The girl before her dreamy look.

"What if it looks ugly?"

"Where is it ugly? Even if it's just an unclear photo, it's still fresh meat!" The voice raised higher and higher, as if the question insulted his inviolable dignity.

"...Where is the event? Is it far away?"

"Radio broadcasting room, five or ten minutes away." The girl became excited again, "I don't care! I must see his face tonight! I must kiss him when we meet!"

With a "pop", the pen in Lan Mingsu's hand fell to the ground.

The two girls didn't hear the movement on the stage, and the girl just said again: "I really like him, I want to dedicate myself to him, and have sex with him!"

There was another "snap", and the pen that Lan Mingsu had just picked up in his hand broke completely.

"Teacher, are you alright?"

Lan Mingsu didn't look up, and walked out with a good-tempered and embarrassed smile: "It's okay, the quality of the pen is not good. I left beforehand, you continue to chat."

I know I shouldn't go, and I can't go, but now I can't do it.

Jian Shaomei's promotional activities are organized city by city in turn, and all the event locations are posted on Weibo. Fans who want to meet can visit him.The album has not been officially released yet, but the pre-sale has already exceeded [-], which is a rare success for a newcomer.

Some people say it's because he has Guo Beilin as the producer, and some say he must have a background, but anyway, no matter how many people are dissatisfied and jealous, his future success is almost a foregone conclusion.

So many people want to know what he looks like.

There have been many photos of him on Weibo, but none of them can be clearly seen. Guo Beilin's methods are also superb. The question of what Jian Shaomei looks like has been a hot topic for several months, and there is still no sign of cooling down.

Lan Mingsu parked the car on the side of the road, pulled down the window, bought a bowl of sweet potato porridge, and looked at the opposite office building as if on a squat.

The front of the office building was overcrowded, most of them were boys and girls in their early teens and early twenties, waiting on the side of the road in an orderly manner, some even brought small benches and held lunch boxes.

Lan Mingsu flipped through her mobile phone, turned on the music, and looked over from a distance.

Once upon a time, the distance between him and Jian Shaomei was farther than these boys and girls.

At 8 o'clock, the door opened, and a young familiar figure came out talking to several men.

The crowd became excited in an instant, and there was an inaudible chaotic voice from a distance, and they rushed to meet it.

Jian Shaomei smiled and took pictures with them.

Lan Mingsu didn't know what his expression and eyes were like now, but he felt that it would not be too far from greedy eyes.He watched with bated breath, only to see the young man take a picture, look up, and somehow seemed to be looking in his direction.

Lan Mingsu's heart stopped for an instant.

Sitting in the car by himself, even if the windows were not closed, it was very dark, so he shouldn't be able to see?

The man glanced at him and turned his face sideways. Lan Mingsu turned the car key, and the window slowly closed.It makes people restless to stay any longer. Anyway, I have seen him, so it should be time to go.

He glanced at the young man's profile again.

I don't know when to wait for the reunion, but he has no other choice now but to wait.

~

Lan Mingsu carried the book up the stairs.

This is an English training class for adults, and he is now a temporary substitute teacher.He kept his name here incognito for more than a month, and he came out to meet people for a period of time from time to time, and the days passed faster, so he wouldn't go crazy.

It has been more than two weeks since Jian Shaomei left after the event.It was said on Weibo that he was filming an MV recently, but he didn't see anyone, and even there were few updates.

The students are all adults who are already working, and there is a lot of turnover. The students you see one week will not be there the next week.It was Monday, and almost no one was present in the evening class.

Lan Mingsu pushed open the door of the classroom, walked onto the podium, and said to a few students who were sitting sporadically: "Today I will explain how to write a personal resume for applying for a job, everyone——"

His gaze fell on the young man in the last row.

Jian Shaomei remained motionless in sportswear, looking at him with a smile.

Lan Mingsu only felt that his throat was dry and his palms were sweaty. "—Please take out paper and pens, everyone." He drooped his eyelashes and walked off the podium.

"Teacher, I forgot to bring a pen and paper." He walked past Jian Shaomei, who held her chin.

For students like you, see one and train the other.

"Keep it in mind." Lan Mingsu remained calm.

The class lasts for one and a half hours. Lan Mingsu has attended this class more than a dozen times, and he has memorized the lines thoroughly.After explaining and assigning homework, he left 15 minutes early, and the students walked out one after another.

Only him and Jian Shaomei who was sitting in the last row were left in the room.

He turned around to clean the blackboard, and after a while he heard footsteps coming from behind, stopping beside him.

Jian Shaomei's breath was right next to his ear, clear and warm: "Teacher, I don't understand what it means, can you explain it to me?"

"What?"

"I miss you and I want to fuck you."

Lan Mingsu looked up at him.

"Is the teacher off work, take me home?" Jian Shaomei's lips slowly rubbed against his earlobe.

"I have surveillance cameras at home." He said softly.

"Then what should we do? Where are we going?" Jian Shaomei put her arms around his waist, and put him on the podium with trembling hands, "Do you miss me?"

"You..." Lan Mingsu lowered his voice.

wait.

While speaking, the lights in the corridor suddenly dimmed.

"The others have left?" Jian Shaomei looked up.

Lan Mingsu walked to the edge of the podium without making a sound, and pulled the switch on the wall, and the classroom was suddenly dark.Immediately after the doors and windows were locked, he drew the black curtains and covered the lights on the side of the road.

Jian Shaomei groped to put him on the podium, touching his face with her lips: "Why is it so hot?"

"No."

"It's hard, Teacher Lan." Jian Shaomei took off his pants and said in a low voice, "Mr. Lan, what did I mean by that sentence just now?"

"I miss you." Lan Mingsu bit her lip.

A familiar tingling sensation came, and Jian Shaomei's fingers rushed in deeply.

"What else?" His breathing was rapid, his fingers rolled and pulled out, pressing his legs apart, "What else do you want me to do?"

"I miss you... Fuck me." Lan Mingsu hugged his neck tightly, blushing and closed her eyes, "Fuck me."

~

Jian Shaomei... is really good.

This is good... that's right.

This kind of thing is like buying milk in the supermarket. You think the milk is good, but when you get home, you find that there is a coupon for it.

"You saw me that day." Lan Mingsu buttoned his white shirt.

Jian Shaomei didn't wear any clothes, she looked at him and smiled.Lan Mingsu is his fan, and if he is a fan, he will leave clues.He rummaged through the comments and likes of fans one by one, and traveled to more than a dozen cities, just to find his trace.When he found it, he didn't dare to meet him, so he could only wait impatiently, and only dared to appear in front of him when others couldn't see any clues.

"When can I go home?" Jian Shaomei asked.

"Soon." Lan Mingsu took a deep breath, "The remnants are almost cleared up, and the fact that I was an undercover agent was suppressed, and Qian Yao's move of moving property in advance was disclosed. Most of the people on the road now think that it was Qian Yao who did it. Hands and feet, deliberately introduced the police undercover, took the group and ran away with the money. It should be possible to go back soon."

Jian Shaomei sat up and put her arms around his shoulders, and said softly: "My album is about to be released, I hope you will be by my side then."

Lan Mingsu swallowed: "I will try my best."

Soft and warm lips pressed up: "I'll wait for you."

As he spoke, he paused, and gently kissed his forehead: "I will wait for you no matter how long."

I won't come to him again, and I won't contact him again. I will only do my own thing seriously, waiting for him to suddenly appear in front of me one day.

He will only meet one such person in his life, because even if he waits until the end of time, even if he becomes a stone by the sea, he will still wait for his lover to return.

~

two months later.

"Get ready, it starts in 3 minutes!" The backstage was tense and chaotic, and someone shouted, "I'm sweating on my forehead, go and touch up my makeup!"

"Relax." Guo Beilin pressed Jian Shaomei's shoulder, "It's the first time to appear in public, nervousness is unavoidable, and when the lights are turned on, you can't see clearly the people in the audience, so just pretend to be everyone. No."

"En." Jian Shaomei nodded.

In fact, what he was nervous about was not the audience, but another person.

The album was released, and he sang live for the first time, but Lan Mingsu has not appeared so far.

There is only 1 minute left, and Lan Mingsu is really too late.

Jian Shaomei gritted her teeth, trying to suppress the flood of loss in her heart, and calm her mind.It doesn't matter, I missed the first time, the second time, and the third time.

There are still so many opportunities to sing to him in this life, why the rush at this moment?

Suddenly there was applause from the audience.

"Enter!" someone yelled.

He grinned and ran out with a guitar on his back: "Hi everyone!"

Shouts and applause mixed together like a tide, and Jian Shaomei sat down on the high chair and plucked the strings of the guitar.

The sound of "Aww" came one after another, the colored light tubes kept being thrown up, the lights on the stage were slightly dimmed, and Jian Shaomei could vaguely see countless shaking faces.

He smiled and said, "Thank you everyone for coming to support me."

He is not very good at driving the atmosphere on the stage now, but Guo Beilin told him that if he can't speak, he can't speak, just play the piano and sing.

So he said bluntly: "I don't know what to say, the first song I want to sing to you—"

At this moment, his gaze was fixed, and he looked at a person who just walked in from the side door under the stage, who seemed to have just arrived, and was anxiously pushing forward among the crowd.

Jian Shaomei looked at him motionless.

He couldn't see the face clearly, but even if the man was burned to ashes, he could still recognize it.

There was silence on the stage, and the audience in the audience looked at him inexplicably.Lan Mingsu wiped the sweat off his brow, looked at the stage calmly, and stopped.

Jian Shaomei looked away, smiled again suddenly, and said in an extremely gentle and beautiful tone: "The first song I want to sing today is called "Tianshichengjin". It is the first song written and composed by someone who has a special place in my heart, and I hope everyone will like it.”

Lan Mingsu's gaze moved slightly.

Soft music sounded and the lights dimmed.

His Jian Shaomei will always be a simple pebble, no matter what the future holds, he will always be on the beach waiting for the most sincere love and taking care of his favorite wave.

The days to come must be exciting, right?

The author has something to say: finally finished.

At the end of writing, I realized that this article can be called "Tianshichengjin".

Only in front of your lover, you are a gold.As the little prince said, there are so many beautiful flowers in the world, but only this flower is the most special.

Thanks for watching.

Going to update "Soul Cultivation".Writing is my hobby, but I'm busy with work