After the breakup, my identity as a singing god was exposed

When I turned on my phone, I was instantly overwhelmed by the message alert sound.

In addition to Lu Yuqing's call, there were also several calls from Wang Gang.

Liu Xuan called Lu Yuqing.

The call was answered quickly.

"Hello, Brother Liu Xuan, where are you? Why don't you answer the phone?"

Lu Yuqing's voice sounded a little anxious.

"I went to hang out with my friends, and my phone ran out of battery and turned off."

When Liu Xuan lies, he always looks into the distance out of habit.

"You scared me to death, I thought you were caught by the bad guys!"

Liu Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How could I, a grown-up, be captured by someone?"

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe someone with bad intentions is waiting for you at your door like last time!"

Liu Xuan knew that she was talking about the woman who had been waiting for him at the door and claimed to be a singer.

"Don't worry, I'm not that weak. By the way, what do you want from me?"

"Can't I just look for you if there's nothing wrong?" Lu Yuqing's tone was a little sarcastic.

"Haha, of course, where are you? I'll come find you!"

"I've already gone to bed, you should go to bed early, as long as you're fine!"

"it is good!"

After hanging up the phone, Liu Xuan put on his clothes, took a cold shower, and left the hotel.

Walking aimlessly on the street.

He still hasn't figured out what Lin Wei's purpose is.

He just felt his breathing getting heavier.

Leaning against a roadside telephone pole, he lit a cigarette.

I put two fingers in front of my eyes, looked at the empty and silent streets in the middle of the night through the rising smoke.

The hustle and bustle of the day always returns to tranquility at night, and occasionally someone coming home late will briefly break this tranquility.

He seemed to see a figure walking not far away, but it disappeared without a trace when he put down his hand.

Drip—drip—

The sound of a car horn interrupted his brief absence.

A taxi stopped not far away and the driver rolled down the window.

"Would you like to go?"

Liu Xuan glanced at the driver and got into the car for some unknown reason.

"where to?"

The driver looked through the rearview mirror at Liu Xuan who was sitting in the back seat.

"Architecture University!"

It came out almost without thinking.

As if noticing that Liu Xuan was in a bad mood, the driver stopped talking and stepped on the accelerator to drive towards the destination.

The street lights at the school gate illuminate the shape of the drizzle.

Liu Xuan got out of the car and stood at the school gate, staring at the dark campus.

He really wanted to tell Li Ruoxi that he loved her very much.

He really hoped that she would be by his side in the few remaining days.

But he didn't know how to start, and he didn't want her love to be tainted with sympathy.

He stood there alone, smoking one cigarette after another, and then had another violent coughing fit.

He was reluctant to leave until he finished a pack of cigarettes and threw the box into the trash can.

He didn't know what he was obsessed with.

......

It was not until dawn the next day that Liu Xuan took a taxi back home.

He pushed open the door and dragged his tired body into the bedroom.

He lay weakly on the bed and closed his eyes, but he still couldn't fall asleep.

I don't know how much time passed before I slowly fell asleep.

Before falling asleep, he thought, how nice it would be if he could never wake up and die without pain.

But he still woke up.

The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to open Weibo to see if he was on the trending search list.

Fortunately, the hot searches are still about the disbandment of Fire Phoenix Miracle and the establishment of the Peace band.

He became more and more confused about what Lin Wei did.

If you can’t figure something out, stop thinking about it.

The moment he got up, he felt dizzy.

I had to hold on to the wall to keep my balance.

He felt that his physical condition was getting worse.

But he still had a lot of things to do, and he was unwilling to die like this.

When he was diagnosed with cancer, he thought he could face death calmly, but the closer he got to death, the more afraid he became.

It does not come from the fear of death, but more from the attachment to this world.

Distraught, Liu Xuan made a decision.

He planned to decay once more in the last moments of his life.

So he took a taxi to the bar alone.

I found a secluded corner, ordered a bottle of red wine, drank my own wine, and watched the noise that belonged to others.

A middle-aged man in a suit walked towards him.

"Teacher Liu Xuan?"

He asked tentatively.

Liu Xuan did not answer, but just nodded politely.

"It's really you!"

The man was a little surprised, and sat opposite him: "I thought you looked like me at first sight, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Liu Xuan was not as surprised as before. After all, he had been frequently on the trending searches recently, so it was not surprising to run into a few people who knew him.

"What's up?"

Liu Xuan didn't want anyone to disturb the tranquility in this noisy environment.

"Can I get an autograph?"

The middle-aged man pointed to his shirt sleeves which were half exposed.

"Do you have a pen?" Liu Xuan did not refuse.

After getting the answer, the middle-aged man excitedly took out a pen from his pocket and handed it to Liu Xuan.

Liu Xuan took the pen and wrote his name on the middle-aged man's outstretched sleeve.

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand, took a look, nodded with satisfaction, but had no intention of leaving.

"Any thing else?"

Liu Xuan glanced at him.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood."

The middle-aged man pointed to the stage and said, "How about singing a song?"

"Can it be done?"

Liu Xuan was a little curious.

"can!"

The middle-aged man nodded, then pulled Liu Xuan towards the stage without saying anything.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because his repressed mood needed to be released, Liu Xuan did not resist.

After walking over, Liu Xuan stood with his hands in his pockets. The middle-aged man whispered something to the stage manager, then turned around and made an OK gesture to Liu Xuan.

Liu Xuan walked onto the stage.

The man asked him, "What accompaniment do you want?"

Liu Xuan looked around the stage: "Is there a guitar?"

The man nodded: "Yes!"

Then he found a guitar in the corner of the stage and handed it to Liu Xuan.

Liu Xuan walked to the chair in the middle of the stage with his guitar and sat down without saying a word.

He plucked the strings gently, and the noisy bar gradually quieted down.

Liu Xuan spoke slowly:

"For you I endure the cold wind,

I shed tears when I'm lonely,

Someone asked me whether it was right or wrong.

Yes or no,

But who really cares about who...”

The calm and vicissitudes of life voice fell into everyone's ears.

Gradually, applause broke out.

Liu Xuan turned a deaf ear to it, as if at this moment, everything had nothing to do with him. Only the lyrics of the song and that clear yet blurry face lingered in his mind.

"If love is no longer possible,

You understand, it doesn't matter.

Don't give me comfort.

Why should you be afraid of my sadness?

Just think of it as me putting away my true feelings from now on and not giving them to anyone..."

Liu Xuan used singing to vent his inner resentment and his deep longing.

Although the song was somewhat out of place, it was the one that kept lingering in his mind.

So he sang, sang to himself who was anesthetized, and also to those who were lonely and drunk.