First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

A strong wind blew past, and the hood of the sweater fell back, exposing the boy's flamboyant and messy pink hair in the night.

His eyes froze for two seconds.

Mu Ye lowered his eyes slowly, scanning the boy's face from above.

The child looked only seventeen or eighteen, quite drunk, and his fair cheeks and neck were flushed.

Arrogant speeches, a deceptive appearance that contrasts sharply with her personality...

Recognizing his well-known fanboy, Mu Ye raised his eyebrows.

Responding to what I just heard.

The corners of Mu Ye's mouth tightened slowly.

He looked down at the drunken red face of the little fan, and asked Chi: "... What did you say?"

The sound seemed to enter the ear through the water.

The world started dancing.

Song Jianchu held on to his eyelids that weighed two thousand catties, and raised a finger unsteadily: "A day... [-] million."

"Next sentence."

Song Jianchu frowned and tried to remember for two seconds, his eyes were a little confused: "Fall in love with me..."

The rooftop fell silent again.

Really unable to hold on, Song Jianchu closed his eyes heavily.

He clearly felt that a line of sight from the opposite side swept over him, slowly looking at him from head to toe, with a particularly strong sense of penetration.

The last moment before the memory is broken.

Song Jianchu heard a low laugh overflowing with breath.

The deep voice is gentle and slow, with a bit of playful ambiguity.

"Okay."

The next day.

Having had bizarre dreams all night, Song Jianchu woke up startled on the KingSize bed.

His heartbeat was still pounding in his ears.

Song Jianchu's pupils trembled for two seconds, and he sat up suddenly and looked around.

It's his bedroom.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Song Jianchu scratched his messy sleeping hair.

Grass……

It's all because Yin Chi told him some things last night, that's all in his dreams.

There was a sudden churn in his stomach, Song Jianchu frowned and pursed his lower lip, threw off the quilt and rushed into the bathroom.

After living for 18 years, Song Jianchu experienced the fear of being dominated by a hangover for the first time.

Song Jianchu knelt by the toilet, half-deadly raised his hand and pressed the flush button.

"I'm an idiot if I drink any more..."

"I can say adult golden sentences."

Yin Chi walked in and handed him a glass of warm water, teasingly said: "Little friend, welcome to the world of adults."

After taking the water and rinsing his mouth, Song Jianchu came back to life a little.

He froze for a moment, and looked up hesitantly.

Seeing people clearly, he frowned: "Why are you here with me?"

There was suspicion in the brother's weak eyes, as well as a disgust that was not concealed.

Very hurtful.

Yin Chi was silent for two seconds, gritted his teeth and smiled: "I should build you a shared bicycle and throw it on the side of the road."

Song Jianchu didn't have any memories of last night, he looked away lightly, and stood up with difficulty: "You sent me back?"

"Yes, young master, it's not your male god who disappointed you." Yin Chi helped the eldest young master up, and said calmly, "We haven't made an appointment for so many years. I really have a good temper."

The brain is still very dull, Song Jianchu didn't hear the subtleties of this sentence.

After sending him back to the bed and covering him with the quilt, Yin Chi tested Song Jianchu's forehead with the back of his finger.

Not burned.

Knowing that this kid hates other people touching his face the most, Yin Chi quickly withdrew his hand before the person frowned on the bed.

Yin Chi picked up the coat on the sofa, went back to the bed and confessed like an old father: "Your topic is too influential, and it is more difficult to remove the hot search than others. It was only removed last night. I ordered some porridge for you and put it in the kitchen. Wake up." Feel free to call me if you still feel uncomfortable.”

Song Jianchu was so uncomfortable that he couldn't open his eyes, and said "um", "Thank you."

Yin Chi stood for a while longer, sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "If you have any unhappy things in the future, let's change to another activity. With your physique, don't drink to drown your sorrows like others."

Song Jianchu buried his face in the quilt, and said hoarsely, "Don't dream, no one can control Dad's mood."

Yin Chi smiled: "That's the best."

Before leaving, Yin Chi thought of something, held the doorknob and finally confessed: "When you wake up, don't forget to send your male god a WeChat message. After finally adding it, don't be cowardly again. It's not shameful to chase stars at your age."

Song Jianchu muffled a reply.

Half asleep and half awake, he couldn't hear much.

Until the door closes with a click.

Song Jianchu narrowed his eyes, recalled Yin Chi's words, and vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Back to WeChat?

... What WeChat?

Song Jianchu suspiciously took out the cell phone beside the pillow.

Sure enough, there was a WeChat message prompt on the screen.

His fingertips paused and poked up.

This is an unedited initial friend request:

【I am MY】

Song Jianchu sat up unknowingly, staring at the two simple and clear capital letters.

My heart skipped a beat twice.

Song Jianchu hesitated for a moment, and clicked into the other party's circle of friends first.

The account owner is very casual, no privacy protection is set, and even non-friends can view all circles of friends.

In the few circles of friends, except for a few sunny and rainy photos taken casually in the composition room, most of them are photos of drinking and drinking with friends, with simple words.

The content of the text is also relatively simple: "quit drinking", "the last glass", "Jola Hei again", "clearing the inventory"...

Anyone who knows how to surf the Internet can recognize the extent of their WeChat account.

"..."

Song Jianchu paused for breath, clicked on a photo, held the phone closer, and tried to identify the hands on the keys.

The man's fingers are clean and slender, and his skin is much whiter than ordinary people's. The knuckles that lightly press the keys of the piano float up beautiful and powerful blue veins, revealing the beauty and sexiness of men.

On the man's right wrist, there is a signature silver bracelet with "Moray" engraved on it.

It is Muye's English name.

Song Jianchu's eyes froze.

The vague memory fragments suddenly pieced together a coherent prototype in his mind.

--"Hello."

——"Sorry, it's inconvenient to take pictures. I'm quitting drinking recently, and it will be troublesome for my manager to find me here."

--"……What did you say?"

——"The next sentence."

……

--"Okay."

Grass……

Grass? ? ? ? ?

The phone fell on the quilt.

Song Jianchu sat cross-legged on the bed, kept his head bowed, and held his hair with one hand.

What the fuck did I do? ? ?

The pupils shook violently, Song Jianchu tried to calm down, raised his hand to touch his eye sockets, and checked his body again.

No pain, no beating.

He said that kind of thing, but Mu Ye didn't beat him up?

This is impossible.

Song Jianchu quickly regained his composure, and picked up the phone suspiciously.

[See Song Song:? 】

[Yin Chi: Woke up so soon?Go and drink the porridge. 】

[See Chu Song: Where did you find me last night? 】

【Yin Chi: Where else?Rooftop. 】

The composure on Song Jianchu's face gradually loosened.

【Yin Chi: What's wrong? 】

[See Chu Song: Last night...did you see who that was? 】

[Yin Chi: Which one? 】

[See Song: Guess. 】

【Yin Chi:...】

【Yin Chi: Ah, you mean Mu Ye?I saw it. 】

[See the first song:. 】

Song Jianchu held his chest with one hand, feeling a little suffocated.

[See Chu Song: Are you sure you see clearly?Didn't you play games short-sighted in the second grade of junior high school? 】

[Yin Chi: . 】

【Yin Chi: I'm fucking nearsighted or blind [smiles], and I wear contact lenses. 】

[See Chu Song: I remember you still have astigmatism. 】

Oh shit.

He should have beaten him up before coming out.

Yin Chi laughed angrily.

【Yin Chi: Fuck, don't tell me you'll break after drinking those cups [wiping sweat]]

[Yin Chi: You little trash, I went to the rooftop to find you, and they wanted to add you on WeChat, but you were too drunk to take out your phone, so I pushed your WeChat to Mu Ye. 】

Song Jianchu held the phone stiffly for a few seconds.

...Mu Ye took the initiative to add him on WeChat?Why? ? ?

Seeing that he is not sober, he added WeChat to scold him when he is sober?

Yin Chi sent a voice, and said amusedly: "Why, I woke up and found that I added the male god's WeChat, so happy that I can't believe it?"

Song Jianchu: "."

Woke up to find that the male god didn't beat him, it was so bizarre that I couldn't believe it.

I don't know how long I was in a daze at that friend application, Song Jianchu closed his eyes and let out a soft breath.

He's not someone who likes to torture himself.

If you don't understand something, just don't think about it.

It is also right to be scolded for doing something wrong, and it is meaningless to think about things that have not happened in advance.

After sorting out his mentality, Song Jianchu pursed his lips lightly and approved the friend request.

After waiting for 5 minutes, the other party did not send a message.

Throwing the phone aside, he lay down peacefully on the bed with his eyes closed.

Song Jianchu thought, Mu Ye didn't pay attention to the front row every time he bought a concert, and met by chance while drinking, how could there be such a coincidence in the world?

Well, maybe it was all a dream when I woke up.

As the only son of the godfather of the entertainment giant, Yin Chi has a lot of connections in the industry.

Song Jianchu's hot searches are actually very difficult to completely remove. After one night, his name really never appeared on the hot search list.

However, as a super Internet celebrity with 5000 million fans, every operation is closely monitored by countless netizens 24 hours a day, and various speculations are made.

The hot searches disappeared, but the major marketing accounts refused to give up, and soon started a new round of hype.

The photos of Song Jianchu appearing in the hospital were suddenly pushed wildly by the marketing account.

[The bankruptcy of Weibo's richest man is such a big deal, and it turned over in one night?This year's netizens are so weak in eating melons? 】

[Withdraw, just withdraw, the bankruptcy of SUK Group is a market problem, what does the matter of the adults in the family have to do with him? 】

【I'm disgusted by the marketing account that just sucks money...】

【Ah, isn't it normal to go to the hospital when you're sick? 】

[You gang of villains, go away, hold my arrogant and poor handsome brother tightly! 】

[Brother Demon King hasn't updated the vlog this week, cheer up baby! ! 】

That night, after Song Jianchu had a full sleep, he picked up his phone and looked at it first.

Except for Yin Chi's ten old father's instructions, there is no new news.

Looking at the quiet pure white portrait for a few seconds, Song Jianchu moved his fingers hesitantly, and quietly sneaked into the other party's circle of friends.

It's the same content as before, no update.

Even after waking up, the idol's WeChat account appears on the list, it still feels amazing.

Song Jianchu was lying on the bed lazily holding up his mobile phone, and the Moments reviewer swiped through the contents one by one.

Seeing the repeated keywords, Song Jianchu couldn't help chuckling.

As a music star who focuses on music, Mu Ye has no dark history since his debut, but he is a well-known wine lover in the circle

——and drunk "performance artist".

The most famous "Performance Art", Muye broadcast live in the middle of the night.

At the time of the live broadcast, he looked sane, but his shirt was half open, and he performed a sweet kiss with the fold-eared cat's daughter "Mint" for everyone, and sent his "first kiss on screen", which almost caused a billion girls to lose their nosebleeds that night Much shock.

Perhaps in order to protect the manager's cardiovascular and cerebrovascular health, Mu Ye publicly announced on Weibo that he would quit drinking once a year.At most two months, and then frankly admit failure, and continue to work hard amidst the ridicule of "you deserve it" from the fans.

In fact, Mu Ye's fans don't mind their idols' love of wine, and even think that as a music artist, it's okay to like to drink.

Fans like to play with him, apart from petting, there is another important reason - Mu Ye's character design is too perfect.

As the male god among the male gods, from his god-level appearance dubbed the "national evildoer", to his genius music creation ability, to his gentle personality like a spring breeze, there seems to be no human flaw in this man.

If it is too perfect, it will make people feel unreal.

Occasionally showing a little humanity and interesting small flaws, but it makes him beautiful and more humane, making fans addicted to his gentle charm.

After watching the male god's circle of friends a few more times, Song Jianchu simply replied to Yin Chi's concern with a few words, got up and took a shower.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Song Jianchu started a live broadcast after a long absence.

Because there is no need, unless it is really boring, he rarely broadcasts live.

The topic is hot. As soon as Song Jianchu's live broadcast room opened, the popularity broke through one million in an instant. It directly refreshed the Weibo live broadcast traffic record of the day, and even became a trending search.

The barrage surged like a tsunami.

In fact, Song Jianchu's black fans are far less than normal fans, but his Weibo content is special, and many people choose to go to it quietly.

Recently, Song Jianchu went bankrupt and was admitted to the hospital due to illness. This group of people finally chose to be brave and be themselves.

[Ah, ah, baby, you finally appeared! ! 】

[The face is a little pale, are you really sick?Money is something outside of the body, want to open it up a bit! 】

[Hehe, is it finally starting to sell out? 】

[Grass Nima sells you to paralyze the idiot and roll quickly]

[If you are sick, take a good rest! It doesn't matter if the vlog doesn't change this month, I'm going on vacation! 】

Song Jianchu just woke up, put on a black button-down pajamas and started broadcasting, his pink hair was still shaggy in front of his eyes.

He leaned on the leather sofa chair, drank coffee comfortably, and lazily watched the barrage for 2 minutes.

I don't know what he saw, the corners of the boy's mouth occasionally raised loosely.

[Why doesn't my brother speak?Why are you still laughing?The child is sad and stupid? 】

【Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows! ! 】

[Let's make your debut and make money! Sister Xianrou sells bags for you to hit the list! ! 】

[What are you doing in the middle of the night? This is, after going bankrupt, you turned into prostitutes? 】

"Two things."

Song Jianchu suddenly spoke lazily.

"First, the bankruptcy of SUK has nothing to do with me. I have already sold my shares in SUK."

The bullet screen paused, and the screen was filled with question marks in an instant, and the live broadcast server was stuck for a few seconds.

"Second." Song Jianchu took a sip of coffee and said slowly: "The marketing account that spread rumors that I went bankrupt and said I was terminally ill and dying, my lawyer team is suing one by one. Don't worry, you will all receive the lawyer's letter within tomorrow. No Accept the apology and lose money quickly."

In the live broadcast screen, the boy propped his chin, and his sloppy tone was arrogant and unbearable.

"Don't worry, my money is my own business, and it has nothing to do with anyone."

Song Jianchu laughed mockingly: "As long as I don't want to be cold, no one will curse me."