Brilliant

The turmoil of this incident was finally suppressed. The records of the Internet are eternal, but people's memories are short-lived. Soon after the news of the marriage and love of several celebrities was broadcast, the conflict between Wen Mingyuan and Zhou Qi was suppressed. , although Mo Beicheng can still see a few little sisters in the fan group who are filled with righteous indignation, but they are a minority...

Mo Beicheng didn't forget.

His Wen Mingyuan was injured, and he wanted to get it back thousands of times, even if his behavior would make some hunters hiding in the depths smell his breath.

The story of "Double Swords" has also come to an end with the passage of time. Wen Mingyuan and Sun Junliang have finalized the story script for the next performance. Go abroad to take pictures.

Tonight is the scene where the demon king's younger brother finally finished.

In the dark palace, the heroine with a sharp blade stabbed the knife into the heart of the demon king's younger brother. The blood drew mottled lines on the blade. That was the only time he hugged the heroine, although the price of hugging was life.

He doesn't understand love, hate, or joy, but he just hopes that this girl who has been rejected by others from the same background as himself can accompany him in this cold palace.

Finally, with a hoarse voice, he whispered a word in the ear of the hostess: "Be happy."

Then the body turned into sand and gravel with the wind, floating in the air, leaving only a unparalleled sword made of his own spine, and the camera moved with the sand grains, and the whole picture of the palace was displayed in front of the audience for the first time .

The flower pots in the palace maintain the blooming poppies with demon power, just because they are the flowers flying all over the sky when they first met, and the eaves of the palace are full of bells, just because the heroine’s name has the word "bell" in it , his clothes are embroidered with big poppies, and his jade seal is inlaid with the stones thrown at him by the heroine when she was joking.

He is looking forward to companionship and staying together, looking forward to someone to save his loneliness, looking forward to someone to accompany him to the end.

But she didn't.

He can only turn into that sword and accompany her on a new journey.

Mo Beicheng sat on the sofa, and he didn't realize until the ending music sounded that the plot played by Wen Mingyuan was over.Mo Beicheng took out his mobile phone in a panic and wanted to call Wen Mingyuan. At this time, Wen Mingyuan was still attending the dinner, so Mo Beicheng put down his mobile phone again for fear of disturbing him.

He pressed the playback button and watched over and over again the scene where the younger brother of the demon king played by Wen Mingyuan died in front of the heroine.He watched the plot over and over again, staring at Wen Mingyuan's face, as if he could find the answer from there.

Mo Beicheng wanted to use this method to find something, or to prove something. Now he felt as if his mind was overflowing with something, and some power was about to wake up like a dormant volcano.The power that was taken away from him, that was taken away.

Subconsciously, he took out the violin from the violin case, and the almost crazy melody and music burst out on the strings. Mo Beicheng didn't know what music he was playing, he was just venting an emotion, a desperate love.

What is he in love with?Loved by what?

Is it possible to regain that almost crazy love, and then I can become a star burning with life again, or become a monster, so that I can regain my favor?

The frantic and irritable bow was about to break the strings, and at that moment, at the moment when the last sharp slide ended, Mo Beicheng put down the violin in his hand.

what was he just doing...

What did he just play...

The phone rang unexpectedly, and Mo Beicheng saw the words "Contact Wen Mingyuan" jumping on the screen. He weakly touched the answer button with his finger, and Wen Mingyuan's excited and eager voice came from the opposite side: "Little brother, you Did you see me?"

"Ah."

"I'm doing well! Little brother, this is my first official role...Little brother...I'm so excited but I don't know who to talk to," Wen Mingyuan's voice carried With a little cry, "Mo Beicheng, I've come here, I've come here..."

"Well, you did it." Mo Beicheng replied.

"Although I haven't become a star, I... have taken a step towards that goal." Wen Mingyuan replied excitedly, "I did it..."

You did it, you moved forward, how can I fall behind?

Mo Beicheng stuffed the violin into the violin case, asked where Wen Mingyuan was, grabbed the violin case, and rode his bicycle towards the hotel where Wen Mingyuan was.How many empty intersections he bypassed, how many dim street lights he passed, the night wind cut his face sorely, and his fingers were flushed red, but he just wanted to see that person.

Go beyond all barriers and barriers and meet him.

Go tell him, don't be afraid of the loneliness and pain along the way, don't sacrifice yourself to achieve others like the demon king brother, because... I will accompany him.

The stars are bright, the stars are already bright.

Even though there is still a long way to go to get the bright light, but, I will accompany him.

"Little brother!" Mo Beicheng heard Wen Mingyuan calling himself on the side of the road not far away. Wen Mingyuan stretched out his arms and waved towards him. Mo Beicheng dropped his bicycle and ran towards him. The two embraced tightly. Together.

"Little brother, little brother..." Wen Mingyuan shouted repeatedly, as if these three words were the witch's magic, and after reading them, he could stay by his side forever.

"I'm here, I'm here..." Mo Beicheng responded to him, as if he had voluntarily walked into the witch's trap.

Mo Beicheng gently pushed Wen Mingyuan away, put the violin case on his back on the ground, and took out the violin inside.

"Playing the piano here?" Wen Mingyuan looked around. The dinner was not over yet, but there were still many people walking around on the road. The hug between the two of them just now had already attracted many people's suspicious eyes.

Mo Beicheng didn't care about this at all. His music, his talent, had reached the point where it was about to explode.

The frantic, crazy melody at the moment when the strings and the bow touch each other is like a series of bombs detonated by someone, and explodes one after another on the weak body of the violin. The melody attracted them, and they looked at the young man in thin clothes, like a life-consuming performance.

At this moment, Shen Fengming came out from the restaurant to look for Wen Mingyuan. He separated from the crowd and came to the front. He saw the once brilliant Mo Beicheng standing under the dim light of the street lamps, which was coated with gold by the light.

He played for Wen Mingyuan, and only for Wen Mingyuan.

What he sang was the wandering of the lonely, what he sang was the escape of the hell, and what he sang was the relief of the ashes.

No one has heard this piece of music, and no one is familiar with this performer, but everyone present can feel the tension of life and the desire of immortality from this music.

At the end of the song, Mo Beicheng put down the violin. He was so emotional that he was a little out of breath now. He bent his chest and took a big mouthful of breath, then looked up at the night sky and laughed loudly.

The talent he had been stripped of was here again.

His fading light returned to him once again.

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