under the rose

When Fu Xingyun saw Meng Qing for the first time, he was amazed, he was a gentleman, as gentle as jade.

It's just that all his light is fading away, like an old photo that is gradually fading.Meng Qing, who appeared in front of Fu Xingyun now, had completely faded away, only black and white remained.His eyes and hair were as black as spots of paint, his skin was as pale as paper, and his wrists were delicate, as if they would break if they were folded.

Fu Xingyun was startled, he closed the door with his backhand, and said in shock, "Are you on a hunger strike? You're so thin."

Meng Qing smiled weakly, sitting on the sofa, his whole body sank into it, not like sitting on the sofa, but like sinking into the mud, as if the soft sofa would swallow him up.

Facing Meng Qing like this, Fu Xingyun's heart sank, and he felt that the purpose of his trip was bound to fail, but he couldn't give up.He said: "You don't have to do this, it's not like the sky is falling."

Meng Qing still smiled at him, the smile was uglier than crying.

Fu Xingyun paced back and forth anxiously, his tone as gentle as possible, and slowly said: "Do you remember what you said when you first met me, you said that as long as you were here, I would be popular. Now you You can’t let go, brother, I’m calling you brother, cheer yourself up, okay?”

Meng Qing interrupted him with a raspy voice.

"Aren't you already red?"

Fu Xingyun was at a loss for words for a moment, sat on the chair, and said after a while: "Yes, but it's not enough."

The focus of Meng Qing's eyes has been on the void, and he suddenly asked: "Have you ever loved anyone?"

Fu Xingyun seemed to be stabbed by his words, he stood up abruptly, feeling a sense of powerlessness.He asked, "When is the funeral?"

Meng Qing said, "Next Monday."

"Why Monday?"

"Find good excuses for those who don't want to come, and only let those who want to come come." Meng Qing said.

Fu Xingyun left in a hurry, the empty Meng Qing and his empty home were scary.Is love so terrible?When love disappears, it will take away all people's lives.

On Monday, Fu Xingyun changed into a black suit to attend Yan Xingchi's funeral.

There were not many people at the funeral. Compared to Yan Xingchi's popularity and status in the entertainment industry a few years ago, there were very few people.Looking at the black and white photo on the brand new tombstone, Fu Xingyun felt that Yan Xingchi was really worthy of the name, and there were stars in his eyes when he smiled.

Fu Xingyun stood next to Meng Qing when he bowed. Meng Qing was so thin that he couldn't wear his suit anymore, and his trousers were empty. Steady.

When meeting Meng Qing for the first time, Fu Xingyun was very embarrassed.

At that time, he had been wandering in City A for two years. The house he rented was getting smaller and smaller, and the money he could use was getting less and less. His determination was being worn down a little bit. The longest shot he took was no longer than 2 minutes, and he never said anything. More than three lines of lines.In the dead of night, he would occasionally think desperately, I will never be popular in my life.

It's not that no one has thrown olive branches at him.

He also thought that his talent was discovered, but the entertainment industry has never lacked talent, let alone good looks. If he wants to hold an olive branch, he must sell his color.The benefactor painted a bright future for him, as long as he eats, drinks and sleeps with him, everything you want will be there.

Fu Xingyun was angry and refused, once, twice, three times. When he left the banquet and returned to the rental house, he found that the roommate he shared with him had moved away. He slept on the bed of a certain producer that night. There is his dazzling face.

He wavered, and couldn't help but think, if it was him who gritted his teeth that night, then it would be him in the advertisement.

The next time, when someone hinted at him again, his brain became hot and he nodded.But when he really sat on the big bed in the hotel, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, and looking at the ambiguous rose petals on the big bed, he was afraid again.

His teeth chattered with fear, his legs were weak in panic, and he thought of Wen Shichuan inappropriately.

He was very sad and sad that day. I don’t remember the reason, but he was sad. He pushed and kicked Wen Shichuan willfully. He said, “Go, go far away, goodbye, and leave me alone.”

Wen Shichuan really left, Fu Xingyun became even angrier, and even wiped away tears.But after a while, Wen Shichuan came back again, it was very cold outside, he was wearing a thin sweater, his lips turned white from the cold.He was holding a rose in his hand, just one, because roses were too expensive near Christmas, so he only bought one.

Wen Shichuan put the rose under Fu Xingyun's nose for him to smell. Fu Xingyun still had tears on his face, and buried his face in the pillow, unwilling to look at him.He got into bed and hugged Fu Xingyun, kissed his forehead with cold lips, cleared his throat, and recited to him in a deep voice.

"You are indeed nothing like my flowers. You have not been domesticated, nor have you domesticated others. To me, she is more important than all of you together, because she is watered by me, because she is My rose."*

Fu Xingyun gradually became sleepy from listening, all the sadness and sadness disappeared, leaving only lazy comfort.He raised his head and peeked at Wen Shichuan's handsome eyebrows through the gap in the pillow, and touched the mole on his eye socket with his fingers.

Wen Shichuan bit his finger, and continued to recite: "I only have you in the world, and you have only me in the world, all because you are a unique rose." *

Later, they started to have sex, and the rose that they bought with a huge sum of money was crushed under their bodies when they rolled over, and the petals scattered everywhere.

Now, at this moment, the bed Fu Xingyun was sitting on was a million times more comfortable than the broken bed that creaked when they turned over.There are many rose petals on it, fresh and tender.

They are exactly like that flower of his own, but none of them are it.

The bathroom door opened, and the person who came out had loose skin, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of alcohol, Fu Xingyun started to get goosebumps all over his body, his upper and lower teeth clenched, and he even knocked loudly.Just when the finger that was yellowed from smoking all the year round touched his face, Fu Xingyun pushed him away and ran away.

In the corridor, he bumped into Meng Qing.

According to Meng Qing, his eyes were very similar to Yan Xingchi's at that time.When Yan Xingchi was suffering from depression, he would grab Meng Qing's hand, like a drowning person grabbing driftwood, and the stars in his eyes dimmed.But Meng Qing still failed to save Yan Xingchi. The three-gold actor Yan Xingchi suffered from depression and jumped from a tall building. He didn't die, but became a vegetative state.

Some people say that he was too involved in filming, while others said that it was the psychological trauma left by unspoken rules in his early years.

Meng Qing said: "I can't save him, I can always save you, as long as I'm here, you can be popular."

Meng Qing came from a good background, originally he was doing a job that had nothing to do with the entertainment industry, and he only came into contact with the entertainment industry after getting involved with Yan Xingchi.He is smart without pretending to be smart, tactful yet unsophisticated, based on Yan Xingchi's past contacts, plus his own contacts, he brought Fu Xingyun to the entertainment circle and really broke through the sky.

Yan Xingchi had been lying on the bed for several years, and now he was finally free.Fu Xingyun thought so in his heart, but seeing Meng Qing's distraught face, he couldn't bear to say it.He couldn't bear the craving for cigarettes, so he found a big tree, loosened his tie, hid behind the tree, lit a cigarette, and smoked.

Meng Qing was beside him, saying again and again: "Xingyun, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Fu Xingyun said sincerely, "You have helped me enough."

Meng Qing: "You have also saved some real estate, and you have a lot of endorsements. If you want to make a movie, just pick a few movies that can't go wrong. Don't blame me if you say it. You are not a movie-making material, so don't force yourself too much. People There are always ups and downs, avoiding the edge of others, and doing something that makes you happy."

Fu Xingyun smiled. It had to be said that Meng Qing knew him too well.

But he was unwilling and said, "You really can't"

Meng Qing interrupted him, sighed a long time, and said softly: "I really can't hold it anymore, I have to rest."

The wind blew, and the branches and leaves swayed, like a lover whispering in the ear.Meng Qing looked back at Yan Xingchi's tombstone for the last time, patted Fu Xingyun on the shoulder, and left.

Fu Xingyun was left standing there alone and finished smoking.

The author says:

*"little Prince"

I quite like the character of Meng Qing. If I write a series of articles, I can give him a young wolf dog. Meng Qing has this widow temperament very much (.

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