Xiaoyuji and big stars

Cai Heng must understand, Zhang Da's ambition is clear, and he thinks desperately, he must understand, but he just doesn't say it clearly.

He suddenly felt that it was a complete mistake for this subtle move to put himself in a dilemma.

He felt that he could have chosen a more ostentatious way, such as looking directly at Cai Heng singing a confession song with hot lyrics, and then asking bluntly if you accept it?

But he chose to finish playing a song full of thoughts quietly, and then asked stupidly, do you understand?

He felt like a prisoner lying on the guillotine at this moment, waiting for Cai Heng, the executioner, to raise his knife and give him a good time, but Cai Heng didn't move for a long time, which made the waiting seem longer and more anxious.

Is this a silent refusal?Zhang Daye thought in despair, he wanted to turn his head to see Cai Heng's expression at the moment, but he held back after all.

He closed his eyelids and leaned all his weight on the back of the chair, as if all the strength in his body had been exhausted at that moment.

Before that, he had been in the same small car with Cai Heng countless times. He always liked to look at Cai Heng’s side face concentrating on driving, chat with him about music, and sing to him. This short period of time together is always pleasant and pleasant.

What does Cai Heng look like when he is with other artists?He had thought about this question many times, and even secretly observed it, and then found with some complacency that although Cai Heng was still gentle and polite when he was with others, he was obviously more taciturn.

Zhang Daye closed his eyes, the thoughts in his head were extremely chaotic, he didn't know whether to stop here or continue to work hard.

The car stopped.Zhang Daye opened his eyes and saw that he had already driven to his residence, he lowered his head and shook his hair, as if he wanted to get rid of all the chaotic thoughts.He pushed open the car door, his voice was as low as a cello music slowly played in the middle of the night: "See you tomorrow, Boss Cai."

One foot stepped out of the car door, just about to stand up, one hand lightly pressed on his arm.Zhang Daye suddenly turned his head and stared at Cai Heng.

"Xiao Ye," Cai Heng's hand tightened on his arm, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he looked down at his hand, and said, "You are now...at the beginning of your career, and love...may be scattered at this time. You have too much energy... you will be red, did I tell you?"

Zhang Daye looked at Cai Heng, who was rarely incoherent, his eyes fixed on him gradually bent, he retracted the leg that had been stretched out of the car door, leaned over and hugged Cai Heng tightly: " Do you understand? I knew you must understand."

Cai Heng was completely pressed on the car seat by him. He raised one hand, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally landed on Zhang Daye's back, and said softly: "Well, I understand, it's just..."

"It's nothing but," Zhang Daye cut off what he wanted to say, raised himself up and sat back in his seat, and looked at him seriously, "There's nothing but that can stop me."

"Cai Heng," he pursed his lips, decided not to keep it reserved, and looked at Cai Heng eagerly: "Cai Heng, let's be together."

Cai Heng's eyes were turned into a faint golden color by the afterglow of the setting sun, and the calmness and sternness in his daily life was melted by the warm setting sun, turning into two lakes that couldn't be more clear.

He looked at Zhang Daye for a while, then nodded.

Zhang Daye was uncontrollably happy for a moment, a hundred times happier than composing a satisfactory song. He kept looking at Cai Heng and smiling, and finally saw Cai Heng laughing with him.

The atmosphere in the car was ambiguous and embarrassing, Zhang Daye scratched his hair in embarrassment: "I... I'm leaving, see you tomorrow." Heng pressed his lips lightly, and then ran away without looking back.

"Hey," Cai Heng opened the car door and shouted at him, "the CD is still in the car."

Zhang Daye turned around and shook the phone with one hand.

One minute later, Cai Heng received a text message: "The song is written for you, I hope you can understand it."

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"Let's go." Zhang Daye felt a hand on his shoulder, looked up at Jiang Lin, and came back from the memory, only then realized that the award ceremony was over.

As soon as the four of them walked out of the auditorium, they were surrounded by reporters who swarmed up, and then the questions were thrown down. Zhang Daye was caught off guard for a moment, and he responded with a few words incoherently. Thanks to Cai Heng who came to the rescue, That's how hard it is to get rid of the media.

Several people walked to the car, Cai Heng was about to open the door with one hand, when Zhang Daye's voice came to his ears coldly: "Cai Heng, come here."

Cai Heng looked back at Zhang Daye, saw him staring at him with a heavy face, turned his head to Jiang Lin and Xiao Zhu who also looked up, and said, "Get in the car first." Then he followed Zhang Daye to the side .

The night was dark and the cold wind was blowing up. The two stood silently facing each other, and the white breath they exhaled was blown away by the wind.

Seeing that Zhang Daye was only staring at him, Cai Heng sighed and said, "Is it cold? Where's the coat?"

Zhang Daye just stared at him without speaking.

Cai Heng frowned, raised his hand and took off his coat and put it on Zhang Daye's shoulders, and helped him gather the neckline together.

Only then did Zhang Daye look away, and he didn't know where it fell in front of him, and he said in a low voice through gritted teeth: "You clearly understand."

"Huh?" There was a lot of noise in the distance, some singer was surrounded again, Zhang Daye's low voice was covered, and Cai Heng couldn't hear clearly for a while.

"You clearly understand!" Zhang Daye couldn't bear it anymore, he reached out and grabbed Cai Heng's shirt collar and growled at him.

Cai Heng let him pull, his tone was still gentle: "Let's talk about it when we go back, there are too many media outside."

"Are you afraid?" The hand holding the neckline was clenched even tighter. The back of the hand had distinct knuckles and bulging veins. Zhang Daye sneered, "I'm afraid that all the energy and money you put in these days will be in vain?"

"Afraid that if I finally win the award, I will be popular again, and if I get photographed by the media, all previous efforts will be wasted?"

"Afraid that you have paid so much for me, but I will do nothing for your career?"

Zhang Daye's eyes were on fire, he looked at Cai Heng's expressionless face, wishing he could stretch out his hands and tear off his indifferent face, to see what kind of expression was hidden behind it.

What am I to you, the pedal of your career?

Am I a special existence to you?Or are they just like other artists, just taking what they want?

He remembered the two questions he asked two years ago when he was extremely desperate, and he still hasn't got a definite answer until now.

He thought he didn't need an answer for a long time, but now the question is about to come out again.

The hand holding the neckline gradually slipped down, Zhang Daye closed his eyes silently, he reached out and took off the overcoat that Cai Heng had just put on him, put it back on Cai Heng, stepped forward and hugged Cai Heng It took a long time to suppress all the emotions that had just surfaced.

He let out a long breath, brought his lips to Cai Heng's ear, and said softly: "I will terminate the contract tomorrow." Then he retracted his arms neatly, turned around and left.

He felt that he was a complete joke tonight, first he blurted out that sentence on the stage, and then he couldn't control his emotions for no reason, messing things up like this.

He looked up at the pitch-black night sky, he couldn't see a single star, and a thin crescent moon hung far away, making the night even more lonely.

It's over, he thought, the recording of the song is finished, and the award has been won, so if he terminates the contract tomorrow, he probably has nothing to do with this person anymore.

It's been two years since we broke up, so why is it that this desperate state of mind is long overdue?

It's time to be decisive with himself, he thought, if he didn't terminate the contract, he always felt that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it.

He walked faster and faster, the clothes on his body were thin, and he couldn't feel the biting cold wind.

He didn't know which direction he was going, but he didn't intend to stop at all. He just wanted to keep walking like this. He walked faster and faster, and he almost started to trot in the end.

The author has something to say: the sub-cp of the next chapter is over~