Four years of crisis [entertainment]

It's a sunny day.

Guan Mingsong made breakfast leisurely in his independent dormitory.In British student dormitories, there are multiple rooms and single rooms to choose from, and Guan Mingsong chose a single room.

It has been a few days since the horror of the castle. During these few days, Guan Mingsong cooperated with the British police to conduct several investigations, and did not encounter any trouble.Song Jinfeng's team is still in the UK. Song Jinfeng arranged it this way. This trip to the UK is a confidential itinerary. He intends to let the team members relax for a while. After relaxing, they will go directly to Venice and start intense work.The music film in which Song Jinfeng mainly participated was shortlisted for the main competition unit of the Venice Film Festival, and Song Jinfeng was going to walk the red carpet.The team intends to set off directly from the UK and arrive in Venice to meet up with other filmmakers.

Guan Mingsong was halfway through breakfast when Tang Yuan suddenly called.

"Hello, Tang Yuan." Guan Mingsong answered the phone.

Tang Yuan on the other end of the phone seemed to be in a panic, as if he had encountered some unexpected situation: "Dr. Guan...Dr. Guan, can you come to Brother Jin immediately?"

Guan Mingsong sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

"Brother Jin...Brother Jin's situation is not right. After he created "One Thought" that day, he felt that there were still imperfections, so he kept shutting himself in the room to deliberate and revise. We didn't care at first, until today we found out that Jin My brother played the piano crazily in the room, sometimes he wept sadly, sometimes he laughed maniacally, like a demon." Tang Yuan said tremblingly.

Guan Mingsong quickly changed his clothes, and said to Tang Yuan on the phone: "Take care of Jinfeng, don't let him hurt yourself, I'll come right over."

Guan Mingsong went out in a hurry, he was very worried about Song Jinfeng, but he couldn't see Song Jinfeng's situation now, he wished he had a pair of wings and could fly to Song Jinfeng's side.

Guan Mingsong arrived at the high-end hotel where Song Jinfeng was staying, Tang Yuan picked him up and went straight to Song Jinfeng's suite.Guan Mingsong heard the piano piece "Between One Thought" as soon as he entered, but what was different from what he heard that day was that the music was played at a very fast speed, like a storm. , The sense of despair expressed in "One Thought" was magnified. Guan Mingsong, who heard this song, suddenly felt very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry.

Song Jinfeng sat in front of the piano, frantically pressing the black and white keys like a musical machine, and he played "Between a Thought" out of control.As soon as Guan Mingsong saw him, he immediately called out, "Jinfeng!"

When Song Jinfeng heard Guan Mingsong's voice, his hands stopped suddenly, and the music stopped abruptly.Seeing Song Jinfeng's pale face, Guan Mingsong felt his heart twitch, and rushed forward regardless, hugging Song Jinfeng's arms to prevent him from continuing to play.

The two rolled to the ground, Guan Mingsong tightly strangled Song Jinfeng, and asked him anxiously: "Jinfeng, Jinfeng, what's wrong with you?"

Song Jinfeng's eyes were unfocused, he emptied himself absentmindedly, panting heavily; his face was pale and his lips were bloodless; his hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead.At this time, Song Jinfeng changed his previous sunny image, showing a fragile sense of depression.

Seeing him like this, Guan Mingsong felt pain in his heart. He said softly, "Jinfeng, I'm Mingsong. I'm here."

After hearing Guan Mingsong's voice, Song Jinfeng leaned into Guan Mingsong's arms suddenly as if his strength had been taken away.He closed his eyes and slowly recovered from the brink of losing control.

Seeing that he regained consciousness, Guan Mingsong plucked his hair and asked, "Is it better?"

Song Jinfeng nodded feebly, "What happened to me just now?" Song Jinfeng was actually unconscious of his actions.

"You were frantically playing "One Thought" just now." Guan Mingsong said.

Song Jinfeng's expression changed.He thought for a long time, and finally remembered the cause and effect: "I have been shutting myself in the room for the past few days, thinking about the score of "One Thought", and I want to make it more perfect."

"I know that." Guan Mingsong hugged Song Jinfeng, keeping his posture unchanged.

Song Jinfeng frowned slightly, "The melody of "One Thought" seems to have magical powers. The more I play it, the more sad I feel. Gilt's depression and despair when facing unrequited love seem to come to me. It seems to have become Gilt, out of control and crazy in a twisted and suppressed love."

Song Jinfeng spoke quietly, and Guan Mingsong shivered when he heard his description.

Guan Mingsong suddenly thought of something, he became nervous, and asked Song Jinfeng cautiously: "Jinfeng, I have occasionally heard people mention the world's three major forbidden songs before. Will your "One Thought" be..."

Song Jinfeng woke up with a jolt, and he murmured: "The three most banned songs in the world, you mean the three songs cursed by gods in the history of Western music?"

Guan Mingsong nodded.

Song Jinfeng said: "The three most banned songs in the world are "Repentance", "No.13 Eyes", and "Black Friday". I heard that people who heard them fell into depression and committed suicide."

Guan Mingsong nodded vigorously, and then asked Song Jinfeng: "You have been shutting yourself in your room these past few days to change "One Thought", what did you change?"

"I wanted it to highlight Gilt's desperate, twisted love."

Guan Mingsong broke out in a cold sweat, "Don't change it in this direction, if you continue to change it, your song will become the fourth banned song."

At this time, the two were sitting on the ground. Song Jinfeng broke away from Guan Mingsong's arms. He sat cross-legged on the ground, and picked up the scores scattered on the ground to read.Seeing this, Guan Mingsong quickly snatched the score from Song Jinfeng's hand, and pressed it backside up on the ground, so that Song Jinfeng could not see it.

"Don't look at it, Jinfeng." Guan Mingsong persuaded.

Song Jinfeng said blankly: "Music is a powerful art. Depressing tunes can have a negative impact on people's spiritual emotions. This is the principle of the three forbidden tunes to induce people to commit suicide."

Guan Mingsong immediately said: "Your song was born out of Gilt's story, you have been thinking about it, and you have plunged yourself into Gilt's emotions."

"So, I put Gilt's curse on my "One Thought"?" Song Jinfeng murmured.

Guan Mingsong saw that Song Jinfeng's state was not right again, so he hugged Song Jinfeng tightly and said, "Jinfeng, Jinfeng, wake up, don't think about Gilt, don't think about him anymore. If you think about it, I will at your side."

Song Jinfeng was quiet for a long time, and suddenly he laughed easily. He said to Guan Mingsong: "Don't worry, Mingsong, I was just fascinated by the music for a while, but I will not become Gilt. I am not Gilt, I am With you, with your treasure."

Song Jinfeng's tone was very serious, and Guan Mingsong felt a "thump" in his heart when he listened.

Guan Mingsong smiled, and tightened his arms around Song Jinfeng.For Guan Mingsong, Song Jinfeng is the most precious treasure in his life.

Song Jinfeng listened to Guan Mingsong's opinion, and temporarily put down "One Thought".But Guan Mingsong knew that it was impossible for Song Jinfeng to give up "One Thought". As a person who makes a living out of music, Song Jinfeng would not give up this work that might become a swan song.What Song Jinfeng has to do next is to think about how to reduce the sense of despair in the music while maintaining the artistry.

Guan Mingsong stayed with Song Jinfeng in the hotel for a long time.He felt that Song Jinfeng couldn't stay in this suite all the time, so he suggested that Song Jinfeng go out with him.

The two left the hotel, Guan Mingsong and Song Jinfeng wandered aimlessly in the streets of London.

In Guan Mingsong's impression, Song Jinfeng was a narcissistic and off-line person, but today he was uncharacteristically walking beside Guan Mingsong quietly, a little silent and a little melancholy.

But Guan Mingsong knew that this was the real Song Jinfeng.Although Song Jinfeng is narcissistic and off-line, he is also a person with strong empathy ability. He is very easily infected by the emotions expressed in works of art, especially music works, thus affecting his emotions.This is also the difference between Song Jinfeng and other pop singers. Although some singers have superb singing skills, their songs are always tasteless, because they can't fully integrate themselves into the emotions of the songs.Song Jinfeng's innate ability to empathize makes his performance even more moving.

But this kind of ability is a double-edged sword. It makes Song Jinfeng an excellent song interpreter, and it also makes Song Jinfeng's mood swings bigger.Sometimes he is very fragile, as fragile as a baby. At this time, he needs someone to accompany him quietly, and Guan Mingsong is undoubtedly the most suitable person.

There are many pigeons on the streets of London. Song Jinfeng sat on the bench and fed the pigeons without saying a word.Guan Mingsong sat beside him quietly, accompanying him.

After feeding for a while, Song Jinfeng suddenly said: "We are so nice."

"What?" Guan Mingsong didn't understand.

"I said, we are so kind. There is no love, no despair, no distortion. We are so kind." Song Jinfeng said.

Guan Mingsong understood.He smiled and said, "Yes, we are lucky."

"In the future, it will be better if you don't act like a monster with me." Song Jinfeng added.

Guan Mingsong frowned, "Who are you calling a demon?"

"Isn't it? When you provoke Chi Yunhao, Huo Wenchu, and Aile, even if you feed the pigeon, the pigeon will fly into your arms for you to feed!" Song Jinfeng said angrily.

Guan Mingsong looked down at the pigeon in his arms...it really is.

"Don't be a monster either. Don't turn over old accounts, and we can live well." Guan Mingsong said earnestly.

"When will your team go to Venice?" Guan Mingsong asked Song Jinfeng.

"Soon." After Song Jinfeng finished speaking, he suddenly stared at Guan Mingsong with wide eyes, and said, "You still expect me to go away?" He exaggeratedly and artificially covered his heart, beat his chest and said, "Inhumane! "

Guan Mingsong looked at him expressionlessly, "Okay, I'm sure your mood has returned to normal."

Song Jinfeng raised his head "squeaky", "No, I'm not well."

"What can you do?" Guan Mingsong asked coldly.

Song Jinfeng stretched out a finger, "Kiss me, and then say 'I love you!'"

Guan Mingsong was embarrassed.Song Jinfeng has lived in Europe for a long time and has been greatly influenced by the West, so his feelings are open, and he doesn't mind saying love on any occasion.But Guan Mingsong is a standard young man who grew up in oriental culture, and he is not used to expressing love directly.

Seeing Guan Mingsong not moving, Song Jinfeng showed a disappointed expression.

"It's fine if you don't like it." Song Jinfeng spread his hands.

Song Jinfeng's loss stabbed Guan Mingsong.Guan Mingsong is not good at expressing love directly, but Guan Mingsong can't see Song Jinfeng lost.

Guan Mingsong's upper body leaned in Song Jinfeng's direction, and he kissed Song Jinfeng's lips quickly.Song Jinfeng was taken aback for a moment, and immediately kissed Guan Mingsong passionately back.

The sun fell on the tree, casting mottled light and shadow, and the light and shadow fell on the two oriental youths who were kissing passionately on the bench.The air is ambiguous and sticky, and the picture is beautiful.

"Oh! Love!"—— A passing foreigner sighed: This damn love!