Four years of crisis [entertainment]

At 9:40 in the morning, Guan Mingsong arrived at No. 9 Mudan Road.

No. 9 Mudan Road is a small white western-style building in a typical European classical style.

Just as Guan Mingsong was debating whether to call first or knock on the door first, the door opened from the inside.It was a boy with a round face who opened the door. The boy looked younger than Guan Mingsong.

"Hello, are you here to see Teacher He?" The boy was very enthusiastic, and when he smiled, there were two dimples on his cheeks.

"Yes, my name is Guan Mingsong. Teacher He asked me to come today."

"My name is Lou Beinan, and I am Teacher He's student and assistant."

"Hello." Guan Mingsong nodded towards Lou Beinan.

Guan Mingsong has heard that there are no majors in lyric writing, and currently no school offers lyric writing as a major. If you want to enter the industry, it is a good way to learn from a reliable senior, but such opportunities are often rare.

Lou Beinan squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Mr. He said that there are guests coming today. Let me pay attention to the doorbell and phone. I saw you from the window on the second floor just now, and I guess you are Mr. He's guest."

Lou Beinan invited Guan Mingsong to enter the house. The interior decoration is very simple, basically whitewashed, nothing fancy.

Guan Mingsong followed the building north and south to the second floor, and the decoration on the second floor was the same. It was so simple and empty that Guan Mingsong felt a little cold.Lou Beinan led Guan Mingsong to a large study room, but unexpectedly, the study door was not closed.

He Weizhi sat in front of the desk in the study. There was a large piece of paper on the desk, and the paper was full of messy words, and some papers were even scattered on the ground.He Weizhi thought hard with a pen, he was immersed in his own world, completely unaware that Guan Mingsong had arrived at the door.

Suddenly, He Weizhi patted the table and raised his head from the mess of papers. Guan Mingsong was startled when he saw his expression.He Weizhi's expression was very sad, his eyes were scattered, he stood up from the chair, walked around strangely, talking to himself while walking: "Street lamps, moonlight, shadows like running water, I haven't seen you for many years Lovers... what are they thinking about at this time, and what are they saying..."

Lou Beinan shrugged helplessly at Guan Mingsong, and said, "Teacher He is writing lyrics. He is imitating the situation of the story. Let's go in later."

After a while, He Weizhi paused, and his eyes suddenly changed.He Weizhi had a flash of inspiration, he sat down on the chair, picked up a pen and quickly wrote a paragraph on the paper.After finishing writing, he showed an innocent and happy smile like a child.The whole process seemed to be different from Guan Mingsonglou Beinan and the others.

Artists are just different.Guan Mingsong thought silently.

He Weizhi tidied up the papers, walked out of the door politely, and said to Guan Mingsong very apologetically: "The distinguished guest has come, but I left the distinguished guest outside the door in the cold. I am really sorry."

Guan Mingsong waved his hand quickly: "No, no, I came too early and disturbed Teacher He."

Lou Beinan smiled and said, "Then Teacher He, I'll go first."

"Okay." He Weizhi nodded gently.

Guan Mingsong followed He Weizhi into the study, and sat down on a soft and comfortable sofa.Guan Mingsong found that He Weizhi's study room was too simple, with a large area painted white and no extra decorations; there was a window with light gray curtains, and the sunlight was very gentle after being filtered by the curtains; On the wall of the sofa, there is a European-style pendulum clock. The pendulum swings back and forth periodically, and the mechanism is dull.

How would you describe this room?Guan Mingsong thought about it, and felt that "no excitement" was more appropriate to describe it.

Yes, nothing irritating, very gentle, very gentle.

Mild to weird.

He Weizhi sat in front of Guan Mingsong and chatted with him with a smile: "What is Mingsong's impression of the layout of my home?"

"Simple and atmospheric."

"Will it be too boring?"

"will not."

"There aren't even many decorations, so it's a bit boring. I plan to remodel it when I have free time. Does Mingsong have any suggestions?"

"Ms. He's home is naturally best arranged according to Mr. He's preferences."

……

He Weizhi was very strange, he kept chatting with Guan Mingsong about dispensable topics all the time.He Weizhi's voice is nice, mellow and stable, his speech speed is moderate, neither fast nor slow, and his tone is gentle, which makes people listen comfortably.

While chatting, Guan Mingsong was actually sleepy.

The layout of this room is simple and boring, the pendulum clock on the wall is constantly moving, and the pendulum is dangling... Guan Mingsong felt sleepy, and now only the voice of He Weizhi remained in his consciousness——He Weizhi's voice The sound of it was the only stimulus in the room.

Guan Mingsong gradually fell into a state between sleep and awakening, and only the voice of He Weizhi remained in his consciousness, and he was controlled by the voice of He Weizhi.

"Ming Song." He Weizhi called him softly, with a smile on his face, "You are very sleepy now, I ask you a few questions, and you have to answer me seriously. Do you know Song Jinfeng?"

"know."

"What is your relationship with him? Is it the closest lover?"

Guan Mingsong's unconscious body trembled slightly, "...No."

"Why not?"

"No close lover."

"what?"

"In this world, it is impossible to have an intimate lover, so, no."

"Why is it impossible to have an intimate lover?"

"Intimacy is a state, and the state of people is changing all the time. One moment is intimate, and the next moment is not intimate. Therefore, it is impossible to have an intimate lover."

"Oh? Really?" He Weizhi still had a smile on his face, "Then imagine, if you and Song Jinfeng became the closest lovers, what would be the consequences?"

Guan Mingsong's brows suddenly frowned, and his breathing became very rapid in an unconscious state, "Consequence...consequence, consequence is that when the fate is over, after separation, the intimate memories of the past will become poison, and the two people will fall into deep water. Boundless and endless darkness..."

"In order to avoid the pain that will come when the fate is over, we should not get too deep when we are together. Right?" He Weizhi asked softly.

"right……"

"There is a more straightforward way to avoid pain." He Weizhi smiled lowly, "That is to stop the loss in time and kill this relationship as soon as possible."

……

When Guan Mingsong woke up, he was lying on the sofa in He Weizhi's study, and He Weizhi was sitting at the desk, writing something seriously.

Guan Mingsong sat up suddenly, and said sorry to He Weizhi: "I'm sorry, Mr. He, I fell asleep for some reason..."

"It's nothing, it's all my fault, I called you over early in the morning." He Weizhi waved to Guan Mingsong friendly, "Mingsong, come and see how my creation is, and give me some advice."

What Weizhi wrote is his new work. Guan Mingsong is not professional in composing lyrics, but he still has basic aesthetics. After reading it, he sincerely said: "Okay, the writing is really good. Teacher He His works are just extraordinary.”

"But I think there is still room for improvement. Mingsong, take a look and give me some advice."

Guan Mingsong showed embarrassment, "Mr. He, I'm not a professional..."

He Weizhi laughed, "Okay, okay, I won't embarrass you. Alas, I almost forgot the business of looking for you today. Mingsong, sit down first, and I will talk to you about Jinfeng matter."

Guan Mingsong sat down on the sofa, He Weizhi sat in front of him, and asked seriously: "Mingsong, are you and Jin Feng lovers?"

Guan Mingsong immediately became nervous, "Where did Mr. He hear about it, there is nothing..."

"Ming Song, don't be nervous. I'm not a paparazzi. I won't talk nonsense. I'm Jinfeng's friend. Recently, Jinfeng's work status is very bad. I'm worried about him. Sigh, he's a little emotional, a person who is easy to be emotional. , I often lose my mind as soon as I fall in love, and in layman's terms, this is called 'love brain'."

"Teacher He means that I influenced Jin Feng?"

"I didn't mean that, Ming Song, don't think about it. But let me tell you the truth, the relationship between the two of you is very dangerous. Although Jin Feng is talented, in the entertainment circle, whether a star can be popular or not depends on talent." Secondary. There are more talented people, but there are also more talented people. The entertainment industry is a market, stars are products, and audiences are customers. The more customers who like the product, the more popular the product , This is talking about something called 'popularity'. Ming Song, do you know why so many celebrities in the entertainment industry hide their marriages? Even the award-winning figures of the king level have concealed their feelings. Of course, they The external rhetoric must be 'not to disclose personal matters' or 'to protect the other half' or the like, but these are all excuses, there is only one real reason, and that is to worry about losing popularity and affecting the career."

Guan Mingsong remained silent.

He Weizhi smiled, and asked him again: "Did I only consider Jinfeng's interests and ignore Mingsong? Then let me ask Mingsong, as a top student in the Department of Mathematics of University A and a new force in the academic circle, Are you really on the same road as Jinfeng? The two of you are walking in two directions in life, and this fate will come to an end sooner or later. If you two are just playing, that’s fine, but if you get too deep , when the moment of breaking up comes, it will be painful."

Guan Mingsong lowered his head, put his hands on his knees, clenched tightly into fists.

He Weizhi observed Guan Mingsong's small movements, smiled slightly, and said in a bewitching voice: "So, why not stop the loss in time?"

Stop loss in time.

Guan Mingsong suddenly raised his head, his face was a little pale, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he was gasping for breath like a drowning man.

He Weizhi said again: "I'm just talking. After all, it's a matter between the two of you. I can't interfere with what you do next. By the way, Ming Song, come with me, and I'll give you a small gift." .”

He Weizhi took Guan Mingsong to a small room on the first floor. When the door opened, he saw that the four walls of the room were all glass cabinets, and all the men's watches were displayed in the glass cabinets.Guan Mingsong was shocked: "So many watches?"

He Weizhi took one of them down and said, "Collection of watches is a small hobby of mine. You are my guest and a friend I sincerely want to make. This one is for you as a gift."

Guan Mingsong didn't have much research on wristwatches, but he could guess that any watch here was expensive, so he waved his hands repeatedly to refuse.But He Weizhi was very stubborn and insisted on Guan Mingsong wearing it.Guan Mingsong shied away for a long time, but in the end He Weizhi forcibly put the watch on his hand.

"Don't take it off." He Weizhi ordered.

Guan Mingsong couldn't refuse, so he could only bite the bullet and accept it.All he could think of was that next time he would have to pick a gift of the same class as a return gift.

After coming out of Hewei's House, Guan Mingsong blew the wind on the street for a long time.His mind is very confused now, the words "stop loss in time" occupy his brain, he is in pain, and he can feel his heart aching.

Guan Mingsong raised his hand miraculously, and glanced at the watch He Weizhi had given him.The second hand on the dial was moving mechanically, which reminded Guan Mingsong of the pendulum clock in He Weizhi's study.

That's right, what He Weizhi said is not wrong, he and Song Jinfeng are basically two-way people, breaking up is a doomed ending, since this is the case, isn't it right to stop the loss in time?