Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

After returning home, Zhong Mingcan took out the three stacked papers from his pocket, and moved them between the dining room and the car heater, until now there was still a little temperature on them.

Seeing him eagerly taking out something as soon as he entered the house, Ge Qiao couldn't help being curious, leaned forward and asked, "What is this?"

Zhong Mingcan suddenly turned his head when he heard the sound, which startled Ge Qiao. The incandescent light in the living room was turned off. Ge Qiao had never seen Zhong Mingcan with such a terrified expression. He panicked immediately, and his heart beat up, and he asked hastily: "What's the matter? What happened?"

Zhong Mingcan stared at Ge Qiao closely, and asked word by word: "When did you know Kong Qingshan?"

Ge Qiao didn't know what his intention was, but this appearance was really scary, as if threatening him to answer quickly: "Four years ago, when he was 16 years old."

"Did you have a good relationship at that time?"

"Yes, very good friends."

"And after that? How did you separate?"

The word "separation" made Ge Qiao hesitate for a moment, but he understood what Zhong Mingcan was asking, so he replied: "The company went bankrupt, his group was disbanded, he got a new opportunity, he went to a new company, and I came too Hertz, less contact."

Zhong Mingcan continued to ask: "How does his new company treat him?"

Ge Qiao was startled, and then said: "It should be pretty good, otherwise he wouldn't be allowed to debut..."

Zhong Mingcan pressed on step by step: "Are you sure?"

His blunt tone made Ge Qiao nervous, and he repeated the previous question: "What's going on? Did something happen?"

Zhong Mingcan returned his gaze to the three pieces of paper in his hand, fiddled with them back and forth, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally decided to speak out. He couldn't think of a reason to hide this matter from Ge Qiao: "Kong Qingshan's mental state is very bad, I initially observed that he should have a tendency to depression, the cause is unknown, and I can't say for sure how serious it is."

Ge Qiao's heart sank suddenly, and he exclaimed instantly: "How is it possible?!"

Zhong Mingcan's eyes were serious, and he said: "At first it was just intuition. I didn't know until I met him today and saw some of his actions. Kong Qingshan is very proficient in controlling expressions. This may be because his mental state has been changed since a long time ago. There is a problem, so emotional camouflage has become a habit, and it may also be because he has been perfectly trained to manage his expressions after becoming an idol, and I can hardly find any flaws from his face." Pause, glance at Ge Qiao, "He's right I am very defensive and refuse to answer questions directly, so I can only guide sideways."

He handed the three pieces of paper in his hand to Ge Qiao, because they were packed in a hurry, they were already tattered, and the creases on the paper were crooked. He said: "Look at this, people can be good at using words to disguise the truth in their hearts. Thoughts, but if you let him write them down with a pen, a lot of things will often be exposed.”

Ge Qiao took it dully, moving mechanically and slowly, like a rusty robot.He couldn't believe what Zhong Mingcan said, but he couldn't refute it because of his resolute attitude, but Kong Qingshan was so cheerful, he—he was always smiling.He rubbed the three sheets of paper in his hand, but didn't read any words. His fingertips suddenly touched a crease, which was different from other creases caused by folding and kneading. It was obviously wet by water droplets. subsequent traces.

Ge Qiao's hands trembled, and the paper was fragile, and there was a rattling sound, and he suddenly felt numb all over: "Only by these three pieces of paper, you know that he...is he sick?"

But Zhong Mingcan's tone was still cold: "I tried to intervene with music therapy to evaluate his mental state. I used to only study from books and didn't have much clinical experience. I dare not say how accurate the test results are, but I For sure, Ge Qiao, his condition is very bad."

"Then what should we do?" Ge Qiao's voice began to tremble.

Zhong Mingcan sighed, pulled out the three pieces of paper from his hand, stepped forward and hugged him into his arms, stroking his back and comforting him slowly, his voice returned to the gentleness of the past, as if giving him a gift. Ge Qiao took a sedative and said, "Don't worry, as long as you can persuade him to go to the hospital for examination and treatment, there will be no problem."

Ge Qiao was buried between his neck, and his voice was muffled and light, as if floating in the air or sinking into the bottom of the sea: "He is still young, so young..."

"He listens to you very much," Zhong Mingcan asked tentatively, "Why don't you persuade him to see a psychiatrist?"

Ge Qiao in his arms didn't reply for a long time, just when Zhong Mingcan wanted to say a few more words of comfort, he suddenly said, "I won't go."

"Why?" Zhong Mingcan was taken aback.

"I won't go." Ge Qiao repeated stubbornly.

Zhong Mingcan's hand patted Ge Qiao's back gently and rhythmically, as if coaxing a child.

"I'm a little scared of him..." Ge Qiao's voice became smaller and smaller, buzzing like a mosquito buried in Zhong Mingcan's chest, "I don't know why, I'm a little scared..."

What are you afraid of?Ge Qiao also couldn't figure it out. Every step he took back then was a reaction to stress. He still firmly believes that it is the best choice they can arrange in the midst of the accident, so what is he still afraid of?

It's just that a group that hasn't become popular has disbanded, it's just that two people who are friends have gone to two different companies, but that's all, these things are not worth becoming knots at all.

He wanted to find out where the fear in his heart came from, but his brain clamped down on him tightly, preventing him from thinking about it.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," Zhong Mingcan's voice gradually calmed Ge Qiao's tense nerves, and he said, "You don't need to worry about it. I'll go talk to him when we get to know each other better."

Ge Qiao arched in his arms, probably nodding, he said, "Help him..."

"I'll try my best..." Zhong Mingcan hugged him even tighter, so tight that he could clearly feel Ge Qiao's skeletal figure under the coat, he murmured, but he couldn't go against his heart and give his lover an affirmative answer , "I can only try my best..."

It's not that he doesn't want to help, but that he can't help at all.

Ever since he had an emotional breakdown under the guidance of Zhong Mingcan, Kong Qingshan became more and more wary of Zhong Mingcan, and even always used various excuses to refuse to meet at any place that Zhong Mingcan set, and once the chat topic between the two broke away from the music , Kong Qingshan would keep silent.

He didn't care that he would expose more things if he deliberately avoided it like this, he just didn't want to cooperate at all.

But he is still so gentle, courteous, his smile is still firm, his dimples are still sweet, and he can go around smoothly in the face of any problems Zhong Mingcan throws at him. This kind of Kong Qingshan often even gives Zhong Mingcan the illusion for a moment—isn’t it His own judgment was wrong. In fact, he didn't have anything at all.

But at night, when Zhong Mingcan looked at the three papers full of characters, he would feel chills everywhere. He was not good at learning and couldn't figure out how to make Kong Qingshan open his heart. He wanted to know what happened to make a A 20-year-old young man buries all his feelings deep in his heart and seals them off, treating liking and love as filthy things.On the first two sheets of paper, there is only the three characters "Kong Qingshan", which have been written countless times in various fonts, in different sizes and in a mess, but on the last page there is only a manhole cover, which is said to be a manhole cover. In fact, it is just circle after circle drawn with a black pen, with a word "rain" written in the center, which may mean that it is used to drain rain, and the dried and wrinkled water stains fall on the ground. Next to the manhole cover.

Zhong Mingcan would often hold these three pieces of paper in a daze. At first glance, he seemed to be thinking about something, but in fact he couldn't get any information from Kong Qingshan at all, and he couldn't think of any way.

Ge Qiao saw this in his eyes, but he still had high hopes for this academic master with a foundation in psychology. He would always quietly boil a pot of water, make a cup of coffee or take a cup of coffee when Zhong Mingcan was in deep thought. A tea bag, silently waiting in the kitchen for the water temperature to drop, then carefully brought it out and handed it to him.

This state lasted for nearly two weeks, but there was no progress.

Finally, Ge Qiao couldn't bear it anymore. This night, he handed over a cup of hot tea as usual, took a deep breath, and made up his mind: "Either I should talk to him."

"If it was a few years ago, he might still know everything about you, but now, I think even if you go, he won't tell the truth." Having experienced the "fighting of wits and courage" with Kong Qingshan these days, Zhong Mingcan became more and more pessimistic about this matter. He felt that let alone Ge Qiao, even if Kong Qingshan's parents came to talk to him, they might not be able to get anything out of him.

The man wrapped himself so airtight that he didn't even know how he managed to catch his breath inside.

Ge Qiao said: "I want to try it. Doesn't it mean that if there are friends or family members who can listen carefully to the troubles of depressed friends, they can ease their emotions?"

Zhong Mingcan thought for a while, and now there is no better way, finally nodded, "Okay, then you can ask him to meet." Seeing Ge Qiao's slightly pursed lips, he leaned over and kissed him lightly, and said , "Don't be too stressed, take your time, it's not too late, we still have time."

Ge Qiao got comfort from this shallow kiss, he smiled and said, "Okay."

Things seemed to have finally seen a little hope, so Zhong Mingcan took a leisurely soak in a vinegar bath to enjoy a good life, and he told Ge Qiao: "But since I'm jealous that you two met so early, you can't spend more time alone than Four hours and two ten minutes."

Ge Qiao was at a loss: "Why is it four hours and 10 minutes?" The time was so accurate.

Zhong Mingcan was waiting for Ge Qiao's rhetorical question. He raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly, and said quietly, "Because this is my longest record..."

"Stop! Shut up!" Ge Qiao reacted extremely quickly, and immediately flew up a brand new pure white pillow and threw it on his face, his voice changed when he was surprised by his sudden shameless speech, "When I didn't ask ! Stop talking!"

"Recently, I have been working hard to exercise," Zhong Mingcan said "oh" very ripplingly, "I take a serious walk backwards every day, and I also practice my waist and abdomen..." Before he finished reporting, he was rushed to the front Ge Qiao who came over covered his mouth with his hands.

Ge Qiao exerted too much force, and was straddling Zhong Mingcan's body in an extremely ambiguous posture at this time, but he still put aside the relationship coldly: "You exercise your body, keep fit, prolong your life, what does it matter to me?"

Zhong Mingcan's mouth was covered, and his speech was very difficult and slurred, but he still couldn't stop him from saying the ending sound very tactfully, "You can't have such a bad memory, you said it, it's meaningless if you are a good couple My love, every time I have improved compared to the previous one, I am working hard..."

Ge Qiao put more force on his hands and pressed harder.

Zhong Mingcan didn't feel uncomfortable at all, admiring Ge Qiao's colorful expressions, trembling with laughter, lightly tugged Ge Qiao's arm, turned sideways, put one hand on the back of his head, and didn't exert any strength , instantly pressed him back on the sofa, Ge Qiao let out an "Aiyo" and glared at him.

Zhong Mingcan raised his hand to scratch the tip of Ge Qiao's nose, and said with a smile, "Let's just say you don't have a long memory. Take a look, when have you ever won me over by competing for strength?"

Ge Qiao blinked his eyes and asked, "I'm really curious, you are an art student, where do you get so much energy?"

"I played volleyball when I was a kid."

Ge Qiao was stunned. He didn't believe it at first, but Zhong Mingcan said it calmly, which really meant "hiding merit and fame". He was dubious, and stretched out his hand to touch Zhong Mingcan's wrist, wanting to see if there were any calluses. Mark of.

Zhong Ming smiled and moved a few centimeters closer: "What are you touching?"

Ge Qiao's eyes widened: "Have you really played volleyball? So you are the legendary five-good student with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor?"

"Yeah." Zhong Mingcan replied perfunctorily, his focus was not on "volleyball", he stared at Ge Qiao's brown pupils, no matter how attractive he looked, he leaned down and kissed Ge Qiao on the brow bone .

"Don't peck," Ge Qiao raised his arms against Zhong Mingcan's neck. His boyfriend is so good, he is simply a lost gem. Such a person was picked up by him. What a bargain!He couldn't help getting excited, "How long have you been studying? Have you ever played a game? What else do you know?"

"I didn't play a game, and I went to PE class for three days. I hurt my finger, and the teacher wouldn't let me play. It seems that I have always been privileged to be absent from PE classes in elementary school and high school. Many people don't like it, so they don't follow me. I'll play." Zhong Mingcan answered as a matter of course, he ignored Ge Qiao's increasingly distorted expression, and pecked Ge Qiao's cheek again with a crisp "boo".

Ge Qiao didn't move.

Seeing that Ge Qiao was about to be fooled into getting angry by himself, he quickly changed back to that honest little milk dog, "So, actually, my abs are all born, believe it or not? Come on, come on." Let's touch it and see if the naturally formed abdominal muscles feel good..."

He just grabbed Ge Qiao's hand and wanted to stuff it into his clothes when he was suddenly interrupted by a sharp ringing call.

Ge Qiao pushed him, he curled his lips, stood up and gave way with a displeased face, Ge Qiao picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, and glanced at the incoming call, it turned out to be Dong Linzhi.

He picked it up: "Miss Dong, what can you do?"

The voice of Dong Linzhi on the other end was beaming: "Brother Ge, don't come here without any problems."

"What have you been up to lately?" Ge Qiao leaned his head on Zhong Mingcan's shoulder, sitting crookedly, and Zhong Mingcan was also idle, so he simply massaged Ge Qiao's lower back, warm palms against Waist, he narrowed his eyes comfortably and chuckled.

Dong Linzhi also laughed: "Hey, handsome Zhong Xiao is here too?"

Ge Qiao suddenly fell silent, "..." He calmed down, the phrase "How do you know" stuck to his lips would not come out, he hesitated for a while, and only choked out two words, "Damn..."

Dong Linzhi chuckled, "What's the matter? How long will I want to hide it from your own sister?"

Ge Qiao quickly said: "I definitely didn't mean to hide it from you, I just never had a chance to tell you..."

"Congratulations, although it's a bit late."

"Not too late! Thank you, sister!"

Dong Linzhi snorted softly, and she said: "I was waiting for you two to confess to me, and then treat me to a wedding candy, but now it seems that I can't wait, the main purpose of coming today is to tell you that I will get married next month , please come to the wedding."

Dong Linzhi has always been unrestrained and straightforward, even a wedding invitation can be said so lightly, but Ge Qiao was only shocked by the most crucial two words in these words, he sat up straight in shock: "Married?! You?!"

Dong Linzhi felt strange when he heard this sentence, and took a breath with a "hiss": "What do you mean?"

"With whom?" Ge Qiao couldn't remember when Dong Linzhi had a date, "Don't just make a living, although you are thirty this year, but for the first lady in the entertainment industry, this is also an early marriage age……"

"Who got the job?!" Dong Lin Zhiyang raised his voice, "Zuoqiu Wei! Great actor! I told you, the one next door to me."

As soon as this remark came out, Ge Qiao was even more shocked. He couldn't speak clearly: "You... When did you two... When did you talk?"

"It's been a while," Dong Linzhi summed it up, "I've been a neighbor for five or six years, so you can just pretend that we've been talking for five or six years."

Ge Qiao was still confused: "But when you were neighbors, didn't you only meet when you went downstairs to take out the trash?"

"This is life. Even taking out the garbage is cute. Isn't falling in love a matter of minutes?"

"But..." Ge Qiao still wanted to continue to question, perhaps because he had always regarded Dong Linzhi as his own sister. Now when she suddenly heard that she was going to get married, he was a little caught off guard, worried that she was just doing it on a whim. So Ge Qiao was going to pour cold water on her to cool her down, but after "but" for a long time, she didn't say a word.

"But what?" Dong Linzhi interrupted his entanglement, "I know what you are worried about, don't worry, Zuo Qiuwei is a reliable person."

Now that she has already said that, Ge Qiao is too embarrassed to continue to sing bad faces, and Zhong Mingcan just eavesdrops silently. Seeing the mist on Ge Qiao's face that has not yet dissipated, he can come over and search for "Zuoqiu" on the Internet. "Wei" related introductions and news, and then handed it to Ge Qiao.

There is not much news about Zuo Qiuwei on the Internet. It is said that the actor who just turned 34 this year has always focused on his works. He does not engage in social networking or entertainment. He is kind in private but extremely harsh and sensitive at work. Therefore, he is called a friend in the circle. Not much, even the paparazzi had no interest in him, Ge Qiao quickly flipped through the news, the most recent news was the publicity about the opening ceremony of "Hulan Ji" early last month.What Dong Linzhi said seems to be correct. Such a person is low-key and self-disciplined, so he is reliable.

only--

Ge Qiao asked, "Why do you suddenly want to get married?"

"Suddenly?" Dong Lin was puzzled, "I've been looking forward to getting married since I was 20!"

"You shit—" Ge Qiao suddenly stopped in the middle of scolding, and changed the subject, "Did you invite Yao Yao?"

"I've invited you, I've invited you all," Dong Linzhi said, "I've invited all of the "Reverse Current Voice" program group, but Director Zhu said he has urgent matters to deal with, and he may not be able to come if he won't be in Pingjing next month. , Director Lei will come, and Feng Lan should come too."

"I still can't understand why you suddenly want to dig into the grave..."

Dong Lin knew Xu Xu: "Zuoqiu Wei has five houses in Pingjing and Shanghai, seven sports cars, and assets worth hundreds of millions..."

Ge Qiao interrupted her and exclaimed: "Aren't you, are you short of money..."

"Shut up, listen to me!" Dong Linzhi scolded, paused for two seconds, and continued, "When he proposed to me, all five houses had been changed to my name. I prepared a home, and bought me a house by the sea in my hometown Qindao. He said that if you want to avoid him after quarreling, you must hide in this house. He will never disturb you at will, but let him I can find someone at any time, so it is convenient for him to apologize and ask for peace. Am I short of this money? I have been in the entertainment industry for so many years, and I have gone through more holes than you have eaten. What do I know Dong Lin None, those who are poor only have money. But Zuoqiu Wei is a lovely man, don’t you think his promises to me are very true? Because they are true, they are very touching..."

Ge Qiao was silent.

At this time, Zhong Mingcan suddenly interjected from a long distance away, and shouted: "Congratulations, Sister Dong!!"

"Hey!" Dong Linzhi smiled when he heard his voice, "Thank you, Brother Zhong!"

"Ge Qiao and I will be there on time!"

"Okay! Then I will reserve two upper-class seats for you!"

"Thank you Miss Dong!!"

"You're welcome!!" After yelling this sentence, Dong Linzhi suddenly remembered something else, and she hurriedly called Zhong Mingcan, "Hey, don't go, I'll tell you something by the way."

Ge Qiao handed the phone to Zhong Mingcan, and retreated into the sofa by himself, resting his head on his knees in a daze.

"That's it," Dong Linzhi started to talk about the business, and resumed his usual leisurely tone, "I was invited to be a judge for an idol talent show. During the audition stage, each judge can bring a special guest. I plan to Please go with me, would you like to?"

"This—" Zhong Mingcan was really unwilling.

"There's only one episode, so I'm doing my sister a favor. After "New Voice Against the Current" ended, many people thought we were BE. Our CP is so stable. How could it be possible that BE is——no—is——?" She dragged the end of the voice and raised the volume, in order to let Ge Qiao next to him hear it clearly, but Ge Qiao was indifferent to this, she suddenly changed the subject, and realized later, "Hey, it is said that I proposed to Ge Qiao at the beginning. Regarding CP, were you already together at that time?"

"Yes." Zhong Mingcan smiled brightly.

"Ah——" Dong Lin sighed knowingly, "So that's the case. Does that mean we can continue to speculate on CPs in the future?"

"You're getting married, Miss Dong." Zhong Mingcan reminded.

Who knew that Dong Linzhi was waiting for this sentence, "Yes, so, this talent show is equivalent to the closing show of our "famous CP". We musicians pay attention to the beginning and the end. A perfect full stop, do you think it makes sense?" She was eloquent and made up a set of reasons.

Zhong Mingcan couldn't break her logic, so it was hard to refuse, so he had to agree: "Okay then, I'll show my face."

"Hey! That's right!" Dong Linzhi snapped his fingers, "Okay, then I won't disturb your nightlife anymore, I'll hang up first, wait for me to send you a message about the specific wedding time and place."

Dong Linzhi brought two good news to the two of them, logically speaking, it should be a great atmosphere of universal celebration.

However, Ge Qiao was in a daze.

Zhong Mingcan put the phone back on the tea table for him, sat down next to him, rubbed the top of his head and pinched his earlobes, and finally poked his cheek, asking: "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly unhappy again?"

"I'm not unhappy," Ge Qiao tilted his head and looked at him, "I was just thinking, what's it like to propose and be proposed?"