His smile is weird [entertainment circle]

a city cemetery

In late spring and April, the rain has passed and the first season has passed.The air carries the fragrance of moist earth, and it smells of the damp and bitter smell of the city.

Gloomy clouds, dense sunlight.Under the gray sky, gray and white tombstones are neatly lined up, new and old, big and small, pointing straight to the sky.The tombstone still carries persistence, and the dead have already rested in peace.Sentiment hangs over the cemetery.

This is not a happy place, but a place to bury happiness.

At the end of the path in the cemetery, a tall man in a black suit walked up. The white lily in his arms reflected his solemn and upright face, making it shrouded in a holy light that was not stained with dirt.

He seemed to be very familiar with this place, his glazed eyes were misty, and he let his feet lead him forward.His footsteps were very slow, very slow, as if they were replayed in slow motion.The exquisite handmade leather shoes stepped in the water stains, only splashing a few chaotic water droplets.

The tombs, large and small, had no end in sight. Which one buried the person he was looking for?The black figure walked slowly through the cemetery, approaching the memory buried in his heart step by step.

Finally, he stopped in front of a tombstone.

It was a very old stone tablet.

In addition to countless small cracks, thick moss has grown on the back.Due to the erosion of time, even the photo of the owner of the tomb is curled and yellowed.In front of the tomb, there are withered petals that have not been cleaned and scraps of paper that have drifted from nowhere.The tea-brown petals, I don't know how many days and nights have passed, how many sunny and rainy seasons, the green color presented is full of sadness.

He squatted down and carefully placed the lily in his arms in front of the grave.

At this moment, this bunch of white has become the most eye-catching color block in this world.It is so new, so beautiful, and it is so inconsistent with this dilapidated tombstone.

"Song Heng, have you ever guessed this ending?"

His tone is such a sigh.

It's a pity that the person in the photo can't see the helplessness in this world. Under the yellowed old tone, that person is still smiling, such a young and beautiful smile, without sadness, dissatisfaction, or depression.

It seems that time is frozen in the most beautiful moment.

"Have you ever guessed that such an ending?"

The man's clear and clear voice repeated the question again, but no one answered him.The silent stone tablet in front of him can't speak, the boy in the tomb has long slept, and the cemetery under the sky is dead silent, from beginning to end, only he is struggling with sentimentality.

Such an ending...

The once infinite glory has become the devastation of today.How dazzling it was at that time, how miserable the scene today seems to him...

A trace of resentment flashed in the man's eyes. He took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket, bent down, and carefully wiped the dirt and moss on the tombstone.The slender and strong fingertips touched the cold stone wall and slowly slid down, and then the eyes focused on the engraved name - Song Heng's Tomb.

Dim color, dead gray color.

Just these four words left this person in this place so easily.

"Song Heng, you are such a lively person, and the last person who came to see you was actually only me..."

"Time is really scary... isn't it? What's scarier than time... is that I can still remember..."

The rain continued again, like a finely woven net, covering the entire gray sky.

Gradually, the rain wetted his black coat, his black hair, and the pale fingers holding the tombstone. The chill invaded a little bit. He wiped the tombstone as if unknown, his eyes were empty, and his thoughts drifted far away...

He still remembers the scene ten years ago.

……

Ten years ago today, it was also in this cemetery, and it was also such a rainy day.

The sky is gray and black, and the rain is constantly cutting.

Black umbrellas, black clothes, the strongest colors in the world gather in this cemetery.Each of the fans present held a bouquet of lilies in their hands, which was Song Heng's favorite flower, but it was used as a farewell at this moment.The fans sang his song "Forgotten" together with red eyes, and wept hard while singing.

"Song Heng, we will never forget, we will always remember you!" The heart-piercing wailing of fanatical fans moved the entire sky.

17-year-old Song Heng, this year's hottest rookie singer, won the championship in the draft a few months ago. His career has just begun... God's will, he is so young, so promising, but like a shooting star In an instant, a car accident took away his young life, and all his brilliance fell silent under the wheels.

How fragile life is.

The dead are gone, but we still continue to live in pursuit of fame and fortune in a materialistic society...

In the continuous rain, the rain is as salty as tears.

In the few days after his burial, City A was cloudy and rainy all day long, and the sadness in the air lingered for a long time.Newspapers and TV headlines are full of remembrance and condolences for that person, the Internet is full of eulogies dedicated to him by fans, and that person's "Forgotten" is placed in the streets and alleys...

"He is like an angel, who came to this world and brought his beautiful singing voice to the world. Although he has left, we will never forget that he once came to this world. The singing voice and warmth he brought us brought us Touched and shocked,... let us pray for Song Heng, may he still be able to sing freely in the kingdom of heaven." The voice of the hostess was choked with sobs.

In the past, who didn't know, that boy named Song Heng?

"Just forget about me/The flowers are all gone/What else do you remember..."

The boy who sang "Forgotten" will be really forgotten one day.How ironic, how ridiculous? !

It's clearly said, and we must always remember it.

How can we use the momentary love to resist the ruthless changes of the years?What's more, in this ruthless and ungrateful circle, as long as you stagnate a little, you will be forgotten.

At that time, Song Heng called the curtain call and turned to him and said, "Do you know why I keep moving forward? Because I don't want to be forgotten."

Who can control their own destiny?

……

The rain was pattering, and it was falling heavily, hitting the bunch of lilies, and it seemed to be hitting his heart.

No matter how well a lily blooms, it will always wither, just like that person.

"Song Heng, I have never met anyone like you. I have walked a long way in this circle, of course much longer than you... Over the years, I have met many, many people who are chasing fame and fortune , chasing the brilliance under the lights, and taking the position by any means. Under the beautiful and glamorous shell, there is a dirty heart hidden. Perhaps, I am not qualified to say that, because I am also floating in this dirty world..."

"...And who wouldn't be greedy for the taste of being in the spotlight? Once you taste it once, you won't be able to stop."

His fingers slowly caressed the photo on the tombstone. The handsome and sunny boy, with his teeth wide open, smiled brightly, and the light in his eyes was as bright as stars.

"Song Heng, you know, my goal in the past was to surpass you... Unfortunately, you can't see my brilliant appearance now."

"In the ten years without you, I have won countless trophies. They filled the entire bookshelf, dazzling, like a sky full of stars. I have already surpassed you, haven't I? Now, I stand The position coveted by others, and your name has long been forgotten by this world."

"But...why? Even though I have surpassed you by so much, I am not happy at all. It is like a thorn embedded in my heart that cannot be pulled out. I always feel that if you hadn't left back then, you would have easily Standing at my current position...maybe, I will climb higher than me."

Unfortunately, in this world, there is no if.

Song Heng died a long time ago, this is the reality.

He stood up and patted the dust off his body. "This is the last time I'll see you."

The figure stood in front of the tomb, standing as straight as the tombstone, and the cold raindrops trickled down the hair into the neck, which made people shiver.

He hooked his lips into a smile, and there was a different kind of suave elegance flowing from his lips.

Just a smile makes the surrounding gray colors no longer silent.

"Song Heng, maybe, I should learn to forget you like everyone else..."

One cannot always look at the past, because the past cannot go back

Amidst the continuous rain, a black umbrella covered his head. When the man turned his head, he saw Sarah's worried and helpless eyes.

"My ancestor, I have found you. Director Wang is in a hurry, but you are fine. Why are you here alone in the rain? Don't you know that your body is the capital of the revolution? What if you have a cold and a fever? What should I do if I hurt my body? What about your scheduled schedule?"

"...And this cemetery is also a public place after all, you just come out with such a face to show off in the market, if someone recognizes you, what should you do, what should you do?"

Sarah complained endlessly, and finally got to the point, "Hey, is it easy for me to take a vacation? I haven't slept enough and someone dug it out to find you, this big Buddha... Hey, did you listen? I spoke?"

Yan Fei took out his sunglasses and put them on. The wide sunglasses made his chin even thinner.The thin lips parted slightly, and said lightly, "Okay, let's go!"

"Old lover?" Sarah glanced at the tombstone before leaving.

"Old enemy." Yan Fei corrected.

……

……

Not long after the two left, a thin young man slowly stood up behind a tombstone opposite.

It seems that he has been hiding here for a long time. The rain has already wet most of his body, and the dry and wet are divided into two levels, forming a deep light-dark boundary line on the blue T-shirt.The wet hair was dripping water, and the water was criss-crossed on the white cheeks.

About sixteen or seventeen years old, with a slender body, wrapped in a simple T-shirt and denim, with a light blue canvas schoolbag on his back.Rao is such an ordinary dress, but still can't hide his good temperament.

Covered by the messy forehead hair, a pair of eyes are like shining stars in the dark night, and the raised eye ends have a seductive charm that does not match the age.

The young man put down the lily in his hand, folded his hands together towards the stone tablet in front of him, and said with a sincere expression, "Senior, I'm sorry, I just had to borrow your place to hide for a while, so I shouldn't disturb you! This flower, just treat it as a flower. I apologize to you, I am very sorry."

He walked to the stele where Yan Fei was standing just now, and looked it over carefully.

Suddenly, light-white fingers caressed his upper and lower chins, and he seemed to realize something: "Looking at it this way, I didn't look bad in the past."