Brilliant

"It's great that Lu Si can't be here! I'm scared to death!" Wen Mingyuan turned to Mo Beicheng's back and said, "So there are only two of us tonight..."

He seemed to be looking forward to the two-person world tonight. After all, since he joined the crew of "Skull and Crown", the two of them spent very little time together.

Suddenly, Wen Mingyuan showed a sly smile as if he had thought of something, and he said in a light tone: "Little brother, did you not bring a change of clothes? I left them in the suitcase at the hotel front desk before." A change of clothes, so you're going to sleep in my clothes tonight."

Wen Mingyuan's words instantly dispelled all the gloomy thoughts in Mo Beicheng's heart.

Banish him from the dark corners.

"Little brother is going to wear my clothes! Underwear is also included~" Wen Mingyuan stood behind Mo Beicheng and hugged him, "That's great, I'm going to leave your smell on my clothes."

The chopsticks in Mo Beicheng's hand fell to the ground.

What the hell am I thinking...

How could I think about imprisoning him, how could I think about destroying his light, how could I be like this...

Wen Mingyuan's words made Mo Beicheng feel ashamed for a while.

However, this crazy idea, morbid love, and desperate emotion gave Mo Beicheng a feeling that he hadn't seen him for a long time.He once felt this kind of love from a certain woman, the kind of love that was about to devour people.

Mo Beicheng seemed to realize that this was the poison engraved in his genes, inherited from his mother.

Unchangeable, inescapable fate.

"What's wrong with you, Mo Beicheng?" Wen Mingyuan saw that Mo Beicheng didn't respond for a long time, and let him go.

"It's nothing..." Mo Beicheng came back to his senses, and leaned over to pick up the chopsticks.

Wen Mingyuan thought that he would be shy, embarrassed, and even flirt with himself, but he didn't expect Mo Beicheng's reaction to be so flat.Did he not look forward to what happened tonight at all?Did he not have any reaction to the two people's gathering together for such a long time?

It's like losing interest in myself...

Wen Mingyuan lowered his head, the joyful mood just now dissipated without a trace.

The two had their own concerns, after clearing away the dishes, Wen Mingyuan went into the bathroom to take a shower.

In the room, Mo Beicheng dialed a French phone number.

Through the thin sound of water, Wen Mingyuan heard a language he was completely unfamiliar with. For the first time, he realized that Mo Beicheng had never been in the same world as him.

He gathered water from the shower and splashed it on his face, trying to calm himself down.

Don't overthink...don't overthink...

After hanging up the phone, Mo Beicheng sat on the bed. He lifted his sleeve and looked at the faint scar on his left arm.The original blood scabs and scars have disappeared with time, leaving only this small brown mark.

He still remembered that he played a wrong note, and when his mother grabbed his arm, the newly trimmed nails left a deep mark on his fair skin.

Afterwards, the mother apologized to herself, saying that she loved herself, and she did this because of love.

Sitting on the wood-grained floor, I looked at the landscape painting on the wall, at the flourishing rose field and the girl in white walking in it.

At that time, Mo Beicheng felt that the girl's feet must be ripped apart and bleeding profusely, and then the blood painted blood-colored flowers on the ground that were more beautiful than roses.

Because people, whoever uses love as an excuse, feel that any harm they do can be forgiven.

Because people, whoever accepts this excuse, begins to learn to endure the harm of others without resisting.

He couldn't... couldn't hurt Wen Mingyuan.

Mo Beicheng squeezed the phone tightly in his hand.

Even if he has such a gene, even if he has such a virus, he must be protected from his own harm.

After Wen Mingyuan took a shower, he opened the bathroom door and came out while wiping his hair.Wen Mingyuan didn't want the atmosphere between the two of them to be so stiff, so he pretended nothing happened, moved to Mo Beicheng's side and asked, "Who did you call just now?"

Mo Beicheng couldn't find a reason to prevaricate Wen Mingyuan for a while, he hesitated for a long time and finally said that it was for Mo Nanxuan.

lie.

This was Wen Mingyuan's first reaction.

Wen Mingyuan had seen their brothers chatting, and they clearly spoke Chinese.And Mo Beicheng had told himself before that their family only spoke Chinese.

But Wen Mingyuan didn't poke him, he was very confused now.He told Mo Beicheng to take a bath, then spread out the script and started revising the message that Lu Siwei had just sent him, hoping to divert his attention with work.

The two of them didn't speak much all night.

The next morning, when Mo Beicheng woke up, Wen Mingyuan had already gone to the set.Wen Mingyuan left him a note saying that he was going to shoot a scene early in the morning so he left first, and didn't wake him up when he saw him falling asleep.

Mo Beicheng went home with his lunch box, and then drove to work in the studio.

Gao Yue noticed that Mo Beicheng didn't seem to be in a good mood today, and he kept looking at the clock hanging on the wall.

"The draft you gave me before, I added some of my own understanding and changed it to this look, do you think it's okay?" Gao Yue handed over the score called "Returning Home" to Mo Beicheng, " I want to add a flute to it, but Sunny feels that it destroys the overall harmony, what do you think?"

Mo Beicheng took the sheet music, "There is no rush for "Returning Home", you can play it first, this afternoon we will record "To My Loved One", you should read the sheet music of this song first."

Gao Yue's hands under the desk were suddenly clenched.

"If it goes well, try to provide the completed song to the MV production company within this week. We will take advantage of the popularity and quickly put "To the One I Love" on the market." Jiang Haishan looked at the planning book in his hand and said .

"Okay, then I'll put "Returning Home" first." Gao Yue put away the score of "Returning" with a smile, "But the score of "To My Loved One" was left at home, Zishan Can you lend me your copy?"

"Ah, okay," Qiu Zishan took out the score from a stack of files and handed it to Gao Yue, "Don't leave the score at home next time, after all, it is the crystallization of our talents, and it would be bad if someone with a heart got it."

"I'll pay attention next time." Gao Yue explained shyly.

How could someone get it?

Even if I hated that song so much, I wouldn't let someone else get his artistic output.

But that sheet of music had already been burned by me, turned into ashes in the raging flames, and then disappeared into the air without a trace.

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