It turns out that idols also have a crush on me [entertainment circle]

Zhuo Tiankuo didn't speak for a long time, Liang Yuanxing asked nervously, "Can this draft be used?"

"Well written."

"Come on, you can only say good things." Liang Yuanxing laughed for no reason, "The last time we recorded "Creating Dreams", we wrote the song "Heart Consonance" together. You said that the melody I wrote was very good. It took a drastic change for three days and three nights before I was satisfied."

"Not this time."

"why?"

"You took out your heart, how can it be my turn to change it?"

Liang Yuanxing looked down at the lyrics again, as if he had pulled himself into a vicious circle of emotions, fell into a spell cast by himself, and was dragged into the world of lyrics and music, immersed in pain and unable to turn over.

"It's me who suffers from insomnia, and I'm the one who suffers. He doesn't care about it at all." He closed his eyes and traced the outline of a person in his mind, "Forget it, I'll forget about it when I finish recording this song." killed him."

Zhuo Tiankuo snatched the draft: "Don't think so."

Liang Yuanxing was a little surprised: "I thought you would support me."

"You can't forget."

"...how did you know again?"

"An insensitive mind cannot write love songs."

Zhuo Tiankuo spread out his manuscript and put it together with Liang Yuanxing's new one.

Two stacks of paper with different handwriting, two interlaced time and space, if you look carefully, it is obvious that they are lyrics with different content, but like looking in a mirror, it reflects two equally broken souls.

"Little Xingxing, I am the same kind of person as you, and I understand you better than anyone else."

They all love to laugh and are afraid of being left alone. They are covered with a shell, and the thoughts in their hearts are like a maze.

It also means that both of them can't let go of the fruitless relationship, and his rejection of Zhuo Tiankuo will hover in the other's life, becoming a thorn in the flesh that can never be pulled out.

The more Liang Yuanxing suffered, the less he wanted to tear open other people's scars.

"Stop writing, call it a day. Teacher Zhuo will help me correct it tomorrow."

He wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but Zhuo Tiankuo didn't laugh with him, his deep gaze made the silence longer than this sleepless night.

"I really like you."

"I know, but..."

"I promise to help you catch Boli, but can you promise me one thing?"

"what?"

"For the sake of the fact that I wrote two songs for your album, don't hate me too much in the future."

……

On the day of the official recording of the music program, Liang Yuanxing still wore the performance costume that Zhao Boli didn't want to see the most, and temporarily put on a pair of silver gloves to cover the bruises.

The rehearsal injury made three trending searches, and a few days later when the show was broadcast, there were three more trending searches.

Fans are tired of boasting and are at a loss for words.

【Star! ! !Mom loves you! ! ! 】

【Can act, sing, dance, and do it so well, what kind of god is it? ? ? 】

[This suit really feels good... I admit that I am greedy for him]

【He's so white, he's so thin ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'

On the day when the show was broadcast, Zhao Boli clicked on it for the first time. He only watched Liang Yuanxing's clip. The audience cheered from the very beginning of the video, flooding the audience one after another.

The neckline is wide open, exposing the tight line from jaw to neck.He didn't have his ears pierced at this time, but Zhao Boli still noticed his earlobes somehow.She was slightly red, probably because she was shy with her clothes, the foundation couldn't cover her ears, and she was all exposed to the camera.

Liang Yuanxing's body is very slender, and the costume seems to have deliberately highlighted this point, and the places that should be tucked in are all walking close to his lines.

As the music raised his hand little by little, the lights gathered at Liang Yuanxing's fingertips, and as soon as he spoke, the lights of the fans in the audience were raised higher.

The dance steps are natural, and there are no traces of injury.There are a few movements taught by Zhao Boli. During the recording of "Creating a Dream", due to the adjustment of the program group, there was no chance to put them into the performance, and now they are used in another program.

When practicing in the past, Liang Yuanxing was inexperienced and always held the microphone tightly, his fingers tensed, but now with a close-up shot, Zhao Boli could see his relaxation.

In just over half a year, he has been able to move freely from acting to stage.

After the performance, the host mentioned that he was injured during the rehearsal and praised him for his dedication. Liang Yuanxing just smiled and said "small things", but subconsciously covered his left arm.

Zhao Boli, who was still immersed in the performance, suddenly heard Liang Yuanxing say: "Special thanks to Mr. Zhuo Tiankuo, the arranger of this song."

Going back to the first few seconds, I saw that Zhuo Tiankuo was responsible for the arrangement and harmony.Their private connection went far beyond producing albums.

He asked on WeChat: [Did you make his arrangement in this show? 】

Zhao Boli seldom asks nonsense, and for some reason, he insists on suppressing his inexplicable anger and seeking to prove the fact that the done deal.

Zhuo Tiankuo actually called him back immediately.No jokes, just say "sorry" when you come up.

After a few minutes of confession, Zhao Boli couldn't listen to any apology, guilt, or remorse, and only the sentence echoed in his mind: "He likes you."

"I accompanied him to buy the roses for you that day. I don't know what misunderstanding you guys have. He didn't send them out in the end, thinking you rejected him."

"Does Liang Yuanxing know about these things?"

"...Go ahead and talk about it."

"You dare to hide it from us, but you dare not tell him yourself?"

"Well, I'm sorry. I was so selfish."

Except when writing songs, arranging and recording, Zhuo Tiankuo kept joking, and they hadn't chatted seriously for many years.

Now Zhuo Tiankuo on the other side of the phone took a deep breath and told him heart and soul: "Over the years of making music, many people rely on me. In fact, I also think a lot, but I have to take care of everyone. No one is as careful as him , and will take care of my feelings."

Zhao Boli was sour and at the same time a little dazed: "He took care of you? When did it happen?"

"It's all small things, you never pay attention to them, of course you don't remember. I hesitated for a long time and dared not confess, no matter how many times I tried, he still likes you the most..."

"It's nothing more than likes and dislikes. What's the use of thinking so much?"

"It's a miracle that you can act so well with such a simple mind." Zhuo Tiankuo seemed to be annoyed by him, "But Xiao Xingxing is the same person as me. If you deny me, you deny him. Not delicate enough It will just make him sad in the end."

"It's none of your business, I'll settle the score with you later."

The picture on the screen happened to stop at Liang Yuanxing's dance movement when he suddenly raised his hand. There was a shake between the silver glove and the cuff, revealing a little bit of purple skin.

After the fall, he covered his dizzy head and smiled to comfort the staff. When he called his manager, he told the manager that the pain was gone.

As for the helpless sobbing on the phone, only Zhao Boli could hear it.

Liang Yuanxing has never been coquettish to others, and the side that cries and yells for pain is only shown to the most trusted people, but Zhao Boli did not understand his signals, and failed his unreserved love in vain.

He had been soaked in Liang Yuanxing's admiration and dependence for so long that he never thought that love would have been born in him.

……

After writing the third original song in his life, Liang Yuanxing suddenly seemed to have unloaded a burden.It's not completely forgotten, but it's much easier.

Wherever he goes, fans cheer. The event organizers and variety show directors he has worked with all praise him for his rapid progress, and his name is always on the hot searches.

Almost every time an episode of "Resignation from Fire" is updated, the names of Zhao Boli and Liang Yuanxing become popular searches.

[I thought Director Zhao was making movies, so he might not be able to make period dramas well.I didn't expect him to use a top-level script to produce the quality of a movie...]

[Liang Yuanxing's ancient costume is too popular, isn't he such a kind and lovely young man! ! ! 】

【The hero is too miserable, I really want to hug him】

【Why is his acting so good? When he cries, my heart breaks.】

Programs and performances will also be popular searches, and videos commenting on his stage style have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, for fear that they will not be able to catch his topic.

Gradually, even the marketing account gave him a slightly arrogant label, calling him an "all-round idol".

There are many people who like him.

"...you are not missing." Liang Yuanxing whispered to the phone screen, but his eyes were sore and hot.

It didn't take long to say harsh words to the phone screen before Zhao Boli's call came.

"What time does the plane land? I'll take you home."

"I'll just go back by myself."

He heard a smile in Zhao Boli's voice: "Huh? Well then, I won't go."

"You...you regret it too quickly, don't you? If you don't come, you won't come. I'll hang up."

Liang Yuanxing didn't hang up the phone at all, and the two just listened to each other's breathing through the phone.His whole body was tense, for fear that Zhao Boli would die first.

But Zhao Boli suddenly laughed: "Your manager has already told me."

"..."

"Wait for me, don't run around and get lost."

"You're the one who got lost!!!"

Although it came inexplicably, it was another rare opportunity for them to be alone.

I made it clear to Zhao Boli, saying that I don't like him anymore, and it was just a momentary confession with roses, and I will only treat him as an idol and a friend in the future.

When you are friends, you still have the opportunity to meet.

The more we meet, the harder it is to forget, but he can't sleep without Zhao Boli. For him, the chronic poison that hurts once swallowed is still better than the long-term insomnia after cutting the mess quickly.

He wanted to say goodbye downstairs in the apartment, but Zhao Boli insisted on sending him up: "I feel at ease when I see you coming in, and I have something to tell you."

"It's not good to entertain you in such a simple residence."

"You didn't entertain me last time when you were drunk, so make up for it this time."

After Zhao Boli finished speaking, he walked into the corridor and pressed the elevator.

"..."

I always feel that idols have thicker skins.

After opening the door and entering the room, Liang Yuanxing packed up his belongings and placed them at home, while the two medicine bottles with the same label, one new and one old, were temporarily placed on the small table beside the sofa.

There are dead roses in the white vase, and after so many days of going out without one to take care of them, the last bit of water on the petals has long since dried up.

Before Zhao Boli saw it, he quickly threw it away.

It was obviously rejected, and the flowers that hadn't been sent out had been raised for so many days, as if they were still stalking, it was too embarrassing.

But the living room was too small, and his thin body couldn't stop him, so Liang Yuanxing picked up the flower stem, and was immediately stopped by Zhao Boli.

"Is this the flower you wanted to give me before the finale?"

Asked knowingly, why do you have to put another knife in his wound?

He was so angry that his voice lowered a few degrees: "Well, just throw it away."

"I just asked directly, you like me, right?"

"I don't like it anymore." Liang Yuanxing gritted his teeth and held back tears, "I'm thinking about it."

The author has something to say: I will post all the manuscripts and update them to the end soon. Thank you for your support.