The whole world thinks I'm cheap

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Jiang Yachuan replied with a sneer: "What do you think, even if someone Yilou really cares about you?"

Wen Song shrugged, and said with a sly smile, "That's really because I'm suspicious."

Jiang Yachuan breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the topic, and said: "I thought those rumors were all fake, but I didn't expect them to be true. You really opened my eyes."

"Wen Song, tell me the truth, is it really because you like Gu Linchuan that you stay by Gu Linchuan's side?"

Wen Song paused, hesitation flashed in his eyes, whether he wanted to tell her in the interest, but they hadn't seen each other for many years, Wen Song didn't know whether to believe her or not.

When Jiang Yachuan heard that Song hesitated, she stopped forcing her, but she was really relieved.Wen Song's appearance is definitely not like he really likes Gu Linchuan.

She patted Wen Song on the shoulder, let out a long sigh of relief, and sighed: "Why have you changed so much, you are so different from before."

Wen Song narrowed his eyes, and began to recall his previous appearance with difficulty, but he still couldn't remember after thinking for a long time.

He simply stopped embarrassing himself, waved his hands casually, and said, "It's for life, I don't care about those who are skinny and shameless."

Jiang Yachuan pursed her lips, inexplicably feeling a little sour.

The two of them forgot the time while they were talking, it was already dark outside, Jiang Yachuan pulled Wen Song to prevent him from leaving, insisting that he should be here to congratulate the opening ceremony of the bar.

Wen Song didn't shirk it, anyway, Gu Linchuan was busy taking care of Wen Qing, so he probably didn't have time to talk to him.

The bar became lively, but unlike the one Gu Linchuan used to go to, Jiang Yachuan's was obviously a little higher in style.

No weirdly colored lights, no messy people, and no loud, mind-numbing music.

Wen Song didn't drink, but he also felt a little drunk. He sat under the bar, watching the performance of the little buddies on the stage, and couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth.

Long ago, he liked to do that too.

He has always been indispensable for being in the limelight, and now he still has the scar from fighting with others on his left arm.

But after all, it was a long time ago, Wen Song even forgot how long he hadn't touched the guitar, and his voice was almost ruined by alcohol, how could he be like these young people.

Wen Song was thinking so when the light suddenly hit his face.

Immediately afterwards, everyone's eyes shifted to him, and Wen Song narrowed his eyes stimulated by the light, before he could figure out what was going on.

The booing of everyone wrapped up Wen Song.

"Come on, come on!"

Jiang Yachuan paused for a moment, and then coaxed loudly, shouting: "Wen Song, don't be cowardly, come on!"

Wen Song was taken aback, this feeling was exciting after a long absence, he smiled, got up and said: "Go up, go up, have I ever been scared?"

At this moment, the light fell on Wen Song's face, which paled in comparison to the sharpness in Wen Song's eyes.

Wen Song Guzi is not a law-abiding person, staying by Gu Linchuan's side is suppressing his nature and tearing him apart.

Beside Gu Linchuan, he is a quail.

Stimulation, screams, flowers, madness, these are the things that Wen Song should have.

He's always been crazy.

Wen Song walked onto the stage, looked at the dense crowd below the stage, picked up the microphone, and began to sing. The hair on his forehead fluttered with his movements, showing a vigorous and flamboyant beauty.

The incandescent light hit Wen Song's face, and his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes. He opened his lips slightly, and his hoarse voice came out, sweeping the entire bar in an instant.

Involuntarily, everyone quieted down.

The young man on the stage was a little thin, but he was extraordinarily tall and straight. He stood in the center of the stage, enjoying everyone's eyes, but he didn't look cramped at all.

He has a strange and complicated temperament, which isolates him from the crowd, but inexplicably, he is especially suitable for noisy environments.

In a real analogy, it would be like a red rose blooming in the desert.

Bewitching in silence.

Ying Yue's heart was shocked, he looked at the young man on the stage, turned his head to look at Yi Lou, and said, "This is Wen Song?"

Yi Lou kept his eyes on Wen Song, and Wen Yan hummed.

Ying Yue pursed his lips, he had heard about Wen Song more or less, and he didn't have a good impression of Wen Song, he just thought he was an idiot.

A good hand of cards was poorly played, so Ying Yue never understood why Yi Lou was so obsessed with this person.

But now, Ying Yue shifted his gaze to Wen Song on the stage, perhaps, he understood the reason.

Unknowingly, Wen Song had finished singing a song, bowed to everyone habitually, put down the microphone and was about to go down, but the people below started booing one after another.

"One more song, one more song!"

Wen Song paused, his eyes couldn't bear such a bright light, so he narrowed his eyes a little, and said, "Enough, then sing and collect money."

Everyone roared with laughter.

Wen Song took the opportunity to step off the stage and bumped into Jiang Yachuan head-on. The next second, she was mysteriously dragged away by Jiang Yachuan.

Wen Song felt relaxed now, and the person holding her was Jiang Yachuan, so Wen Song didn't struggle, and followed Jiang Yachuan lazily.

It wasn't until a young man appeared in front of Wen Song that Wen Song frowned and signaled Jiang Yachuan with his eyes.

Jiang Yachuan patted Wen Song's shoulder, but turned her eyes to the man, and said, "Okay, I've brought him here for you. Whether you can succeed or not depends on you."

The man's hair was a bit long, and it was permed into small curls and tied behind his head. Wen Song reckoned that he should be engaged in art.

Sure enough, the man stretched out his hand and said concisely to Wen Song, "Hello, I'm Ying Yue."

Wen Song raised his eyebrows slightly, and stretched out his hand to shake it back.

He looked at the man's attire, and if he guessed correctly, he should be the latest director rookie. It is said that he has a strong background, and of course he is also very capable. He has already made many young stars famous.

"Hello, I'm Wen Song." Wen Song didn't care what Ying Yue's purpose was, anyway, in the current situation, there was nothing worth calculating about him.

Ying Yue looked at Wen Song's attitude, and the stereotype of him in his heart changed again, and his posture unconsciously became a little more serious.

A few seconds later, Ying Yue said, "I've recently planned a new play, and there's a character in it that suits you well. If you want, you can come and audition. Here's my contact information."

Wen Song was taken aback, pointed at himself in confusion, and said, "Are you talking about me?"

Ying Yue nodded and said with certainty, "It's you."

Wen Song, as Gu Linchuan's little lover, can't be a rice bug completely, and occasionally goes to Hengdian to play tricks, earning 80 yuan a day.

He never thought that such a good thing would happen to him.

Maybe it's because of bad luck, Wen Song subconsciously felt that there was some conspiracy, but after thinking about it, he didn't feel that he had anything to plot, at most he was skinny.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere tonight was too good, or Wen Song was clamoring for something in his heart, he paused, and reached out to take Ying Yue's business card.

Wen Song was not reconciled.

How could it be possible for an eagle soaring in the sky to stay in this deep well and be a ridiculous and inferior frog.