And scum gong's green tea white moonlight HE

"Sleep well," Wen Gu said, "good night."

Sheng Zhixin was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "You, you too, good night."

He went upstairs in confusion, Lin Monai came to open the door for him with a toothbrush in his mouth: "Do you still remember coming back?"

Sheng Zhixin ignored him, sat on the sofa with a weird smile on his face, and clicked on Weibo.

Lin Monai leaned over while brushing his teeth, and was startled when he saw him open Weibo: "What are you going to do?"

"Nothing," Sheng Zhixin said, "I'll just take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dialog box popped up on the top of the phone screen:

[@超级星饭团: Your little baby Wen Gu has just launched]

[@超级星饭团: Your little baby Wen Gu just followed Sheng Zhixin]

Lin Monai's face was indescribable: "Why didn't I know that you still have the hobby of chasing stars and you are chasing after him?"

He thought for a while, then asked again: "Do you have a trumpet? Tell me what your trumpet is called."

"do not want!"

Sheng Zhixin quickly rushed to the sofa farther away from him: "I want to achieve the freedom of posting on Weibo!"

As he spoke, he clicked into the big eye software, and saw the newly followed fairy post a Weibo.

Wind_wen: I underestimated you @士知新Johny [picture]

He clicked on the big picture and saw the photo of himself playing the piano in the clubhouse tonight.

Although I was very formally dressed in the photo, somehow I was photographed with a more youthful look, the angle and light were very artistic, and in a trance he still looked like the man in the white shirt playing the piano on the street College Students.

The first and second articles of Wen Gu’s comments still take care of Heizi according to international practice.

[The old artist is so confused that he finally couldn't bear to start wheat bran? 】

Wen Gu replied to him: "There are still about forty years before I become an old artist. I will consider this suggestion at that time. Please take care of me."

[Wen Gu fried cp wheat gluten is actually married and has a child. 】

"Let's do a paternity test, Nizi," Wen Gu said, "You set the time, and I'll pick the location."

Sheng Zhixin cut out from the comment section, and saw a new hot search popped up under the entry of him and Wen Gu.

#Ai Xin can't catch up with the light#

Sheng Zhixin raised his eyebrows, his fingertips lingered on the trending search for a long time, and finally couldn't help but click in.

What caught my eye was a greasy selfie of my ex-boyfriend looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, accompanied by a sour non-mainstream text.

"Everyone has a ray of light, and everyone can't catch up with that light."

The comments are full of fans asking about their health.Sheng Zhixin didn't know what had hit his ex-boyfriend's sensitive lungs again, so he closed Weibo, feeling a little unlucky.

Lin Monai rinsed off the foam in his mouth, came back and took out his mobile phone, just clicked on Weibo, and saw two names shining brightly on the trending search.

Review the old, learn the new.

Lin Monai was a little bit PTSD by the kissing photo last time. After clicking in and looking at it, he realized that it was just an ordinary photo of him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, before he let go of the string in his heart, he suddenly pulled it back: "Xiao Sheng, don't turn around, I'll contact the company to see what's going on..."

"I'm sorry," Sheng Zhixin raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a sly look on his face, "I just finished my turn."

Why is this child getting more and more listless?

Lin Monai choked on him, gritted his teeth and glared at him, and clicked on the forwarding section to see what he was posting.

[Sheng Zhixin Johny: Thank you Teacher Wen for your affirmation, I will continue to work hard! [make a fist]】

so far so good.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat next to Sheng Zhixin and asked, "What did you do today?"

"Meet some people and sing a song."

Sheng Zhixin saw Lin Monai's tense expression from the corner of his eye, and sighed to comfort him: "Don't worry, especially at sunny and positive gatherings, everyone is a respectable person, who would do those things in broad daylight?"

"Only the goddamn decent people do those things!"

Lin Monai is in the industry but hates this industry, and when he talked about the black material, he said clearly: "I told you that there was an actor with the surname W. One day before entering, he was clamoring on Weibo and saying that he could not be guilty. Detained. How handsome is he? Isn't he—"

"They are all friends of Mr. Wen, Mr. Quan Dao and Mrs. Yao are all here," Sheng Zhixin said, "Don't worry, I'm considered a high climber, and I don't belong to the same circle as me."

Lin Monai was extremely disappointed in this circle, and still dubiously asked: "Then why is Wen Gu so kind to you? Is he plotting against you?"

Where do I know where to go?

His attitude towards Wen Gu was more complicated than that of Lin Monai. On the one hand, he was worried about Wen Gu's attitude in that interview, and on the other hand, this person was indeed his idol for so many years.

Sheng Zhixin didn't answer, stood up from the sofa, took off his coat and put it on the coat rack by the door.Lin Monai shouted behind him: "Xiao Sheng, check those luggage carefully, there might be Ai Xin's."

As promised, he went to the guest room that Lin Monai had packed up for him, and saw four large boxes on the floor.

Although I lived in that house for almost a year, I probably didn't regard it as a home in my heart, so there were very few things.

He grabbed a cushion from the side and sat on the ground, and opened a cardboard box closest to him.

There are books and magazines in this box.Sheng Zhixin flipped through the top few books and found that there were photos of Ai Xin in them all.

Sheng Zhixin resisted the discomfort of nausea, threw aside the magazine printed with scumbags, and pulled out an old notebook from underneath.

On the cover of the book, there are three large characters written in very childlike rainbow fonts: "Staff".

This should be the notebook he used to write songs when he hadn't taken a break from college.

Sheng Zhixin opened it with interest, and saw himself writing in the blank space of the first page:

"One day I will write songs with Mr. Wen Gu!"

At that time, I never thought that I would take the road of the entertainment industry, but now that I entered the industry by accident, it can be regarded as my wish a few years ago.

In this notebook, he picked up a lot of scores of songs written by Wen Gu, and copied them neatly on the staves. On the back, he wrote exercises that imitated other people's songs, and some even had lyrics, but unfortunately he never sang them.

Sheng Zhixin reminiscently flipped through the exercise book, put it on the table next to him, and planned to read it again when the variety show was over.

He picked up the next book and found that it was also a book of staves.But this book is different from my own, the cover is brand new, as if no one has ever opened it.

If it wasn't his notebook, then it was Ai Xin's.

But Sheng Zhixin had never heard that Ai Xin could also write songs.

When the two were auditioning together on the big island, Sheng Zhixinshe's fearful instinct made him follow acquaintances. During the first round of song selection, he followed Ai Xin to the dance group with a feverish head, almost because there was no camera.

And in the next few rounds of selection, he never saw Ai Xin choose anything that had anything to do with vocals, as if he was born incompatible with vocals.

Sheng Zhixin once asked, and Ai Xin answered him with a smile: "I'm not very good at singing."

He had no intention of touching his ex-boyfriend's things again, but curiosity drove Sheng Zhixin to open the staff book, and what he saw were a few lines of scribbled notation.

Sheng Zhixin sang it for a try, and he felt that the writing was not bad, and the melody was quite familiar.

He flipped back again, but he didn't find the handwritten page again.

Sheng Zhixin didn't believe in evil, and he didn't see black writing until he turned to the last page.He looked intently, but was stunned.

The handwriting on that page was a cursive script, very chic and beautiful, and the word "Wen Gu" signed on it made him unable to take his eyes off it.

"To Aixin:

Make good use of your talents and don't forget your original intention.

review. "

Is this a lottery, or something given to Ai Xin by Wen Gu?

Sheng Zhixin suddenly remembered Wen Gu's instantly cold face when he mentioned Ai Xin in the car, and a thought slowly emerged in his mind——

Wen Gu and Ai Xin did know each other before, and they had formed a big relationship.

Sheng Zhixin endured the urge to ask Wen, and finished the remaining half of the box of books and newspapers, then packed up everything related to his ex-boyfriend, preparing for Lin Monai to throw it away with the trash.

Lin Monai put on a mask, and leaned against the door to watch him pack and throw away those expensive items expressionlessly, feeling a little heartbroken: "There are some here that can be kept. The ukulele Don't you like it very much? Throw it too?"

"It's called breaking away."

After hearing what he said, Sheng Zhixin's mouth twitched in pain, but he still said firmly: "If the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come."

Lin Monai sighed, and asked, "Aren't you going back after Chinese New Year?"

Sheng Zhixin gave a pause for packing his things, and shook his head: "I won't go back."

"Okay," he threw the key in his pocket to Sheng Zhixin, "I've given you the key, and help me look after the house during the Chinese New Year."

After tidying up his things hastily, Sheng Zhixin went to take a shower, and when he returned to the guest room, he saw the breathing light on the mobile phone on the bedside table flickering.

Twenty minutes ago, Wen Gu sent him a message.

【Wind】: Are you home?

Sheng Zhixin didn't have time to wipe his hair, so he quickly replied: "It's here."

Wen Gu replied to him in seconds: "I didn't think about saying a few words to you in the car, and I apologize if you mind."

This god would actually apologize to himself?

Sheng Zhixin felt that Wen Gu was so polite that he was so terrified: "Why do you mind? If the time is right, I would like to ask Teacher Wen to give me some advice."

"Really? Everyone is afraid of me, so you come here to be scolded?"

It's not that I haven't been scolded.

But Sheng Zhi's new message is: "There is progress only with encouragement."

Wen Gu was half lying on his own sofa, holding a smoking cigarette in his left hand, and a pile of stave manuscripts full of things were scattered on the table not far away.

He doesn't smoke, but only occasionally uses it to refresh himself when he stays up late at work.

Wen Gu remembered that Sheng Zhixin when he was drunk was completely different from him tonight, and felt that this kid who had to stand calm and calm was really interesting. After thinking about it for a while, he typed: "Go home for the New Year?"

"No return."

"Then are you interested in going to a party with me?" Wen Gu asked him, "The ones in the circle are a little bigger than today's ones."

Sheng Zhixin thought for a moment, then solemnly replied "It depends on the situation", then stared at these messages in a daze.

Why did Wen Gu make a 180-degree turn in his attitude towards himself?Just because of that hot search?

Or is Wen Gu actually quite optimistic about him?

No, you must not give yourself strange and illusory expectations.

He clicked on the video software, slid the timeline of the favorites to the time when the group debuted a year ago, and found the interview that he had watched countless times.

In the video, Wen Gu was dressed in black formal attire, with light makeup on, and his expression was very cold, looking very unhuman. He was completely different from the caring teacher Wen tonight.

"Everyone knows that the 'Xingyun app' has disappeared from the market for several years. As an old user of this software, Mr. Wen Gu has invested a sum of money and will restart this project next month. May I ask why?"

Wen Gu's tone was flat: "Look for someone."

"What kind of person is it that makes you so persistently look for it?"

Wen Gu thought for a moment, and replied, "Maybe it's my bole."

"The person who can be a Bole for Mr. Wen should also be a particularly good musician."

The host looked at the script and asked another question: "A few days ago we interviewed the YOUNG men's group, and their vocal manager Sheng Zhixin said he was your fan, so can I ask your impression of him?"