Are you trying to tease me [Entertainment]

"The memorial service starts at two o'clock in the afternoon, and we don't have much time. Let's go directly to the aisle after getting off the plane."

This time, Yu Fengqiao only brought Fangcuo alone. Apart from the driver, there were only Yu Fengqiao, Fangcuo and Ye Yuanxi in the spacious seven-seater commercial vehicle, which was empty.

The driver in the car switched back and forth between several music tunes, but no matter which one he switched to, it was all the golden songs of the late master Xi Yuan who made him cry.The familiar melody, accompanied by the driver's humming, buzzed in the car.

Ye Yuanxi, who was a little motion sick after hearing this, had a headache.

The time of the memorial service arranged by Luo Jia this time was actually quite coincidental, it just happened to coincide with their program group having an accident just after starting up.

In the past two days, the film crew has to re-arrange the program of the show and check the venue again, so that the originally full schedule of several guests will suddenly be vacant for one day.While they were waiting for the bus downstairs, they happened to bump into a couple in the group who were going with them.

Xi Yuan made his debut very early, and became famous with another song. After that, he embarked on the road of classic lyricist, and his works rarely overturned.Many of them grew up listening to Xi Yuan's songs.

When the young couple came to say hello, Ye Yuanxi clearly saw that the girl's eyes were still red, and the wallpaper on the lock screen of the phone was actually a profile of his face that was photographed by a reporter more than ten years ago.

At that moment, he really felt quite embarrassed.

He had a good life in his last life.

There are imperfections and shining points.I have been dazzling in front of others, and I have enjoyed my own happiness ordinaryly behind others.

Pity.

Ye Yuanxi lowered his head, unhurriedly rolled up his somewhat long sweater sleeves in two, his gaze was a little erratic.

This child is also a pity.

The best age in his twenties, he just set foot on this road and hadn't made his mark yet, but he died because of an accident.

Sighing, Ye Yuanxi looked out the window at the scenery flying backwards.

But there is no way, brother can only help you live.

Don't worry, I will live a smooth and beautiful life for you, and it will be easy to meet you when I go down.

Patting his neatly rolled sleeves, Ye Yuanxi raised his head, and his eyes returned to their usual clear look.

Yu Fengqiao, who was sitting next to him, was in good spirits today. Although she was leaning on the seat, her back was still straight. At this moment, her slender fingers were resting on her thighs, and she was gently tapping the beat along with the song.

I don't know what time Yu Fengqiao got up today, and she was tidied up as if she was going to get married.

The black suit and black shirt made his complexion delicately pale, and a rose of the same color as his eyes was pinned in the collar of the suit below.

It was very similar to the men's Barbie dolls that Ye Yuanxi had seen.

It feels like a person should be sitting in the window, not bumping on the highway in the early morning.

"Xiaoye?" Fang Cuo in front called Ye Yuanxi.

"Hey!" Ye Yuanxi, whose thoughts were interrupted, should be crisp, and quickly waved away the sevens and eights in his mind, and raised his head to look at Fang Cuo.

"Later, you and Feng Qiao will go out through the passage together."

When Ye Yuanxi heard this, he smiled and shook his head: "I won't, and I don't have any fans. When I get off the plane, maybe I'll slip faster. I'm also familiar with Haicheng. You can go to the subway.”

Fang Cuo nodded after thinking about it.

Yu Fengqiao's fans belonged to a very peculiar group. Fans had money, leisure and ability, just like Yu Fengqiao's fans were on the flight they were taking right now.

It's just that they are generally... afraid of Yu Fengqiao.

It's like seeing a real person at the airport, and they don't shout or shout. When they see Yu Fengqiao, they cover their mouths and pinch the arm of the person next to them, but they never disturb Yu Fengqiao.

Probably because they were too depressed in front of idols, which caused them to explode a bit behind the scenes. I heard that they are known as the fan group with the highest combat effectiveness.

In the final scolding battle, everyone is a heroine, and their combat effectiveness is comparable to that of a mortar.On weekdays, they are full of literary girls, retouching pictures, editing and writing jokes, technology masters emerge in endlessly, and they write poems for Yu Fengqiao.

If they were photographed having dinner or shopping with friends, they would almost go out to set off firecrackers happily, saying that Feng Qiao was finally willing to come out to play with friends.

But today...

Let Yu Fengqiao be alone today.

It was almost noon when the group arrived in Haicheng.

Ye Yuanxi and Fangcuo Yu Fengqiao thanked each other, taking advantage of their height and long legs, they picked up their schoolbags and rushed out quickly.When Fang Cuo and Yu Fengqiao came out, he was no longer visible.

Xi Yuan has settled in Haicheng since his debut, and has stayed here for more than ten years. When he got out of the airport and took the subway, his first reaction was to go back to his home.

It was only when he was buying a transportation card that he remembered that his home had already been burned to ashes.

it's a pity.

The noodle shop in the alley near the gate of the community is quite delicious, but it will not be so convenient to go there in the future.

With his current salary, it is estimated that he will have to save for 200 years to buy the community he used to live in.

To be on the safe side, Ye Yuanxi bought a mask in a convenience store.

It's just that his current appearance is really not low-key, his nose and mouth are covered, and the pair of eyes protruding from the top can see the little girl at the security checkpoint so dumb that she forgot to raise her hand to stop him.

Looking down at the address of his memorial service, Ye Yuanxi passed the security check and got off the escalator in a proper manner.

The address of the memorial service was set at a winery on the outskirts of the city, which was invested by Luo Jia himself a few years ago, because Xi Yuan was not interested in these, so he never went there.

As soon as he walked to the outskirts of the winery, Ye Yuanxi, who was wearing a black coat, saw luxury cars passing in front of him one after another.

That swish, hula, hula, dozens of cars passed by, blowing Ye Yuanxi's long coat into a skirt, and in the exhaust, he looked like a strong man in the wind and the water was cold, making his back look majestic and desolate .

The passage that Ye Yuanxi just came in was managed by someone, and the people who entered and exited were all insiders.

At this moment, most of the people who got off the car with flowers were celebrities, all of them were wearing black clothes and holding white flowers, and they just used their looks to turn the memorial service into a red carpet show.

Ye Yuanxi, who was still wearing sneakers and carrying a schoolbag on his back, felt that he had really come home.

Oh no.

It's down to the grave.

Ye Yuanxi plucked his hair that had just been blown tousled twice, straightened the backpack on his shoulders, and walked inside.

The atmosphere of the memorial service was not very serious, but it was indeed a little sad.

When Ye Yuanxi entered, the song he had written was playing inside again, and the people inside leaned together in twos and threes to talk in low voices, most of them had sad expressions, and some were sobbing softly.

With Ye Yuanxi's current coffee position that doesn't exist, he is of course not qualified to talk to others.So very self-aware, I picked a corner to lean against.When he had nothing to do, he seemed to suddenly think of something, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his agent, telling him that he returned to Haicheng with the film crew today.

Looking through Ye Yuanxi's previous chat records with his agent, Ye Yuanxi found that their relationship is not very good, it is purely a "work friendship" where you love whoever you love when you have something to report.

Imitating a businesslike tone, Ye Yuanxi edited a message.

It turned out that while marking punctuation marks, Ye Yuanxi heard a commotion behind him.

He calmly finished typing the words in his hand, read it once and confirmed that it was correct, clicked send, and then turned around.

I saw the door was open, and at this moment he was staggered and helped in by someone.

It was Rogar.

Luo Jia is actually not a particularly good-looking type in the entertainment industry, at least not far behind Ye Yuanxi's true self.As for Yu Fengqiao's good looks, the gap between them can only be bridged by technology.

But Luo Jiasheng is pure.

Once you wear a white shirt and canvas shoes, you are almost thirty, but you don't have the sense of vicissitudes that match your age at all. You belong to those who can act in youth dramas when they reach 38 in the future.

Luo Jia’s family background is not good, his parents are both unemployed, his sister dropped out of school, married very early, and after the divorce with the children, the whole family is carried by Luo Jia who is still in college—with Xi Yuan’s money carrying.

Relying on his handsome face and his humble background but treating others with gentleness, courtesy and neither overbearing, like a white lotus flower waving in the wind, and the good resources of the brokerage company behind him, Luo Jia is also a stable first-level traffic now.

He is now a resident of two popular variety shows, one broadcast on Mondays and the other on Fridays, and he will regularly spend an hour on weekends to interact with fans and big Vs from all walks of life.When two variety shows are on at the same time, Luo Jia's name can be on the hot search list for five days in a week.

His position in variety shows is the melancholy campus little prince.

Although Xi Yuan felt disgusted every time he heard it.

But there is a little girl who likes this, thinking that Luo Jia is under the huge psychological pressure of some artist, and there is a colorful crystal exquisite heart under the strong appearance.

I bother.

Ye Yuanxi leaned against the pillar, looking coldly at Luo Jiayan at the door.

I have to say this person's acting skills.

Pompous, quite pompous.

During this period of time, it was obviously well-raised, and there was no loss of flesh on her body, and she insisted on acting weak and mournful, and she couldn't get out of the way. She didn't look as haggard as Yu Fengqiao.

"Thank you...Thank you everyone for coming to see Xi Yuan today." Walking to the stage, Luo Jia leaned on the microphone pole to support himself.When he raised his head, both eyes were swollen.

"Xi Yuan will definitely... be very happy."

Before finishing the two sentences, Luo Jia's tears came down.

Very turbulent, very surging.

Ye Yuanxi stood in the corner covered by flowers and plants, quietly enjoying the sensational speech of his ex-boyfriend and murderer, and felt that his mood had never been so peaceful.

There was a chilling silence in my heart.

Luo Jia's manuscript is also very well written.Eloquent and emotional, with examples to demonstrate, the coexistence of sensibility and rationality, portrayed a century of love for them.

But just as Ye Yuanxi closed his eyes and sighed, the stars on the second floor stood and wiped their tears, and the fans on the first floor cried into tears, a loud applause interrupted everyone's emotions.

Ye Yuanxi slowly opened his eyes, and saw that besides Luo Jia, there was another person standing on the stage.

Luo Xin.

Regarding the appearance of Luo Jia's biological sister, Ye Yuanxi felt a little confused.

"Do you have to ruin yourself like this! For this, such a man!? What kind of affection do you have that can be traced back, ah!?" Luo Xin held Luo Jia's collar and wanted to raise her hand again, but was stopped Those who were near stopped him.

The media with a keen sense of smell rushed forward quickly, crowded and pushed, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.

Someone shouted from below: "Let go of Luo Jia! Why are you hitting Luo Jia!"

"What are you doing?" Luo Xin turned her head and looked at her brother's haggard look, her eye circles turned red instantly, she gritted her teeth at the camera, grabbed Luo Jia's collar fiercely with her backhand and dragged him to the camera, grabbing him Pulling off the scarf around Luo Jia's neck, "Xi Yuan has beaten him like this, you want me to watch my own brother continue to confide his heart and die for this man!?"

On Luo Jia's neck, there were a few black and purple fingerprints, and there were long strips of marks that looked like they were whipped with a belt, extending all the way into his suit.

The fans below who were still red-eyed were stunned.

"Xi Yuan has been mentally disturbed since the car accident. He beat and scolded Luo Jia at home. Luo Jia is cheap, bear with it, I'm not fucking cheap!"

All the shots focused on Luo Jia's scars and painful and desperate face.

"Don't say it...don't say it anymore." Luo Jia shook his head, tears kept falling, "Let Xi Yuan go well."

"I want him to die without peace! Yes, you are all qualified people, anyway, I don't! I just want to vent my anger on my brother today!" Luo Xin walked over with her hips on her hips, and slapped the table heavily. The photo frame where Xi Yuan's photo was placed fell to the ground and shattered all over the place.

There was a piece of glass on the ground, and Luo Jia unexpectedly knelt down just like that.

Ye Yuanxi stood in the dark, with no expression on his face, but his eyes were full of coldness.

He knew that something would happen, and he really lived up to his expectations.

With a sneer, he turned around and wanted to go out, thinking that instead of wasting time here, he might as well take the subway a few more times to eat bowl noodles.

But the moment he turned around, Ye Yuanxi saw a person walking out of the crowd.

It was too late, and then it was too late, all the cameras that were originally on Luo Jia and Luo Xin turned around as if they were blown by a typhoon.

Ye Yuanxi also stopped.

Yu Fengqiao and Ye Yuanxi actually arrived one after the other, neither of them went to the second floor.

He walked through the fans next to him and walked to the front of the stage step by step.

There was a red carpet in the middle of the lobby, surrounded by the media, Yu Fengqiao walked forward all the way, and Luo Xin on the stage shut up with her gestures.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and following his steps, their hearts beat faster and faster.

Unexpectedly, Yu Fengqiao didn't say anything, nor did he express any opinion on the current situation.

He just squatted down halfway, picked out the photo of Xi Yuan from the shards of glass cherishingly, knelt down on the ground and gently brushed off the shards on it, and then blew on it, and then put the photo on the stage again. Before a bouquet of flowers.