The burden of true and false idols

Xiao Fu couldn't remember, but Xu Wang had indeed met him a long time ago.

Almost a year ago.At that time, Xu Wang participated in a youth song and dance film, so he received short-term training in Xiao Fu's agency.

Xu Wang has always been a man who wants to do his best in everything. Even if he has no dancing skills, he still wants to present the best performance in the movie.

Without a foundation, there is only hard work.In order to achieve the best state before the filming started, Xu Wang almost soaked in the practice room.He gritted his teeth and practiced hard, and the sweat dripped straight from his forehead. He had seen the deepest and darkest night scene of this building.

But he still wasn't the hardest one.

In the practice room next door, there was a group whose name he didn't know well, and the practice time was much longer than him.Of course, since the other party is an idol, he should naturally practice harder than him, but there is a boy there who is particularly different.

Xu Wang saw him occasionally when he went to the toilet. He was a very handsome boy with good flesh and bones and a clean temperament. He should be the type that girls would like nowadays.

Xu Wang noticed him because that boy was always too tired to straighten up.He seems to be practicing day and night, always seems to be getting hurt, with bruises all over his arms and knees.

Xu Wang was very annoyed with him for several moments.Because this person is simply a dreamer who likes to talk big.He can often be heard saying loudly to his team members: "We will definitely be able to catch fire!"

Just once or twice.He could hear him yelling more than ten times a day, Xu Huang thought indifferently: Can you gain popularity by making noise and shouting slogans?Besides, singers don't want to make good music, and they yearn for fame all day long, which is really vulgar.

But every dark night, when the building is extremely quiet, when passing the practice room next door, Xu Wang can always hear the very low sound of music.

Xu Wang once glanced through the crack of the never-closed door: the boy danced in high spirits, every eye was shining, his movements were handsome and powerful, but when the music ended, he was almost so tired that he lay on his stomach. On the floor, sweat drenched the whole body.

Originally, Xu Huang was indifferent by nature and didn't particularly care about others.But unexpectedly, he often wants to see that big talk boy he hates again.

Because that boy is always practicing somersaults.He seemed to want to take part in Journey to the West, occasionally tumbling all the way in the corridor.

Xu Wang couldn't help feeling that this person was a bit stupid.

He can also do somersaults in front of the mirror, and even though his body is having difficulty maintaining his balance, he even turns his head to see himself in the mirror!Of course I would fall, and without any accident, I fell and got bruised all over again.

Xu Wang couldn't help but want to laugh.But soon he couldn't laugh, because the man stood up, his lips were pursed, and his eyes were bright.He started turning over again, still looking at the mirror, adjusting his expression slightly.

He also formed a beautiful pose in the air, and then landed, his arms couldn't swing for balance, and he made a cool pose with a slightly evil smile on his face.

Xu Wan raised the corners of his mouth slightly.Do girls like that kind of smile?It didn't suit him at all.

Later, the youth song and dance film was very popular, but the ratings were not too high.After appreciating the handsome performances of the leading actors, the audience reprimanded the movie as a beautiful video collection, not a story with a spiritual core.

What is their so-called spiritual core?Xu Wang didn't know.

It had been several months since I saw the boy somersaulting next.

In the cold winter, with snowflakes flying, Xu Wang walked into the building again wearing a long black trench coat, this time to pick up a singer friend.

It was late that day, around two o'clock in the morning.It happened that the recording studio was very close to the boy's practice room, and the friend had a few minutes to finish work, so Xu Wang stood at the door of the practice room and glanced lightly.

He was still sweating profusely from practice, and his chest heaved very badly.Looking up, Xu Wang was surprised to find that he was crying.

Tears flowed down my face.

Xu Wang was a little stunned.Is this bragging boy crying because he thinks he can't catch fire?

The next second, the practice room was dark, as if there was a sudden power outage.In the darkness, those teary eyes almost glowed.

Xu Wang still doesn't know why he walked in at that time.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor sounded, and the child sobbed softly: "I see, it's time to close the door, right? I'm leaving now."

Do you regard Xu Wang as a security guard?

He stood up, then walked out, rubbing Xu Wang's shoulder.Xu Wang vaguely smelled a little tear, like mineral water, the tasteless kind.

When he reached the door, he turned around again, as if to make up for the indifference in his tone just now, this time he said sincerely: "Good night, brother. It's late, and you have worked hard."

When he reached the corridor, the electricity came on again.Xu Wang walked to the door and saw that the boy was wearing thin short-sleeves for dancing practice. The sweat made the clothes stick to the skin, showing a thin body.

Three seconds after the light came on, he raised his hand and shook it behind his back.Like a scene in a movie, he's saying Saybye here.

Xu Wangxiang: Probably the star journey was really frustrated, hit.

Walking all the way to the end of the deep corridor, the figure flashed, and Xu Wang saw the boy turn somersault again.

"Why did the power go out just now? I was shocked, but fortunately the file was saved." The friend walked out of the recording studio and said to Xu Wang.

Following his gaze, the boy's back came into view, and the friend sighed: "He's still staying here so late today."

Xu Wang tilted his head: "Do you know him?"

"The artists of our company. Their group officially announced today that they are disbanding."

"Ah," Xu nodded knowingly, "No wonder you're crying."

"Huh?" The friend looked at him in surprise.

"how?"

"He is the only popular member in the group. When the group disbands, he will fly solo, and the company will give him the best resources. I heard that the relationship in the group is not very good, why are you crying?"

Xu Wang was taken aback.

The friend's voice was as thin as a silver thread in my ears: "I have also seen them quarreling in the team. That's right, it's obviously the same, but he is the only one who is angry. It's natural to be jealous and squeezed out."

It turned out that those vowed slogans were only shouted to cheer up teammates.

Xu Wang is an impeccable actor, he performed one classic role after another.Looking back now, he found that the youth song and dance film did lack a spiritual core.

That's not a whole world.It is full of ideals and fertile soil for breeding ideals, but lacks the corresponding setbacks and pains.

He asked his friend, "What's his name?"

"Xiao Fu."

Xu Wang met Xiao Fu who had just released his solo album in a variety show. He made a lot of jokes in the show, full of variety.

The host teased him: "Some people say that there is no one who is completely confident in the world. Xiao Fu, you obviously are."

The young man smiled, with high spirits: "Of course. Occasionally I will be complacent and think myself a hero."

The stinky fart's remarks made the audience laugh out loud.

Xu Wang in front of the TV looked into his shining eyes and could not help but feel love fluctuating in his chest.

Then, please make me strong and a hero worthy of you.

The author has something to say: This chapter explains why Xu Wang liked Xiao Fu in the first place.

Although it is a sand sculpture funny article, it is impossible for me to give up lyricism.Although being scolded over and over again is boring, I really can't give up! ! !Secondary [-] is not just the main character, I am really very Secondary [-].

Because I have been chasing stars for a short time, I really like idols who work hard.But this one!No prototypes!No prototypes!

I wrote 40 words in 2000 minutes, and the feeling of not being stuck is great!

Thanks to the author for tolerating so much nonsense.bow~