Brilliant

is a dream.

Mo Beicheng sat in a vast snow field and played the piano.

He must practice this "Fantasy Impromptu" today, otherwise... otherwise...

"Beicheng, have you practiced yet?"

That woman is coming!Here she is again!

"Haven't you learned it yet? Why? Aren't you a genius? Did you sneak out to play again?"

Mo Beicheng didn't answer, and his fingertips danced on the black and white keys, like an elf trapped in a cage.

"Do you want to leave your mother too, just like your father?" One of the woman's arms turned into a thorny thorn, and the other turned into a colorful poisonous snake.Thorns and poisonous snakes crawled along Mo Beicheng's back until they wrapped Mo Beicheng's entire body tightly, leaving only his right eye and his hands still playing.

"Don't leave me, okay? You're the only one left for mom." The woman seemed to be longing, but at the same time seemed to be ordering.

Blood flowed down the fingers, staining the white keys red, but Mo Beicheng was still playing.

"I will love you."

The woman whispered in his ear.

"I will always love you."

Like a curse.

At this moment, Mo Beicheng struggled out of the endless nightmare. He looked at the surrounding scenery. It was the apartment he and Wen Mingyuan rented. There were no snakes, no thorns, and no mother.

Mo Beicheng groped in the dark, turned on the light, and the whole room lit up with a warm yellow light.

The pajamas were already wet with cold sweat. Mo Beicheng took off his shirt and was about to change into a new pajamas. At this moment, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the full-length mirror in his room.

As if attracted by the magic power of the mirror, he walked to the mirror step by step.

In the mirror, his naked skin was covered with terrible wounds, as if bitten by poisonous snakes and thorns.Mo Beicheng reached out and stroked the wound. Although it had been a long time since the wound had healed, the scar still remained here and could not be removed.

It's like his mother will always be a guest in his dreams, and there is no peace.

Wen Mingyuan is taking an acting class. Although he has eavesdropped on many courses in the acting academy before, the acting course is different from other courses. It is not enough to memorize the knowledge points, and he still needs one-on-one guidance from the teacher. Insufficient places need to be amended.He cherished this opportunity very much, and he came half an hour early for every class. Compared with those colleagues who went fishing for three days and posted on the net for two days, in the eyes of the acting teacher, he didn't know how many times better.

It's just that Wen Mingyuan was a little absent-minded during class today. Mo Beicheng left the house at 4 o'clock this morning. He seemed to be avoiding himself as much as possible. Wen Mingyuan couldn't figure it out. Are musicians more sensitive than others?Why are you so cold to yourself all of a sudden?

But Mo Beicheng was indeed more sensitive to emotions.

Wen Mingyuan thought that he must stop him to apologize to him today, otherwise Mo Beicheng would suffer physically when he got up at 4 o'clock every day.

"What's going on today, I feel like you're not concentrating enough." The acting teacher stopped Wen Mingyuan after class.

He still admires Wen Mingyuan as an actor. He is obviously popular, but he doesn't have the temper of those popular actors. He does his best in everything, and comes to ask questions when he doesn't understand. An actor who works so hard now Running out.

"It's nothing..." Wen Mingyuan was embarrassed to tell others that he was distracted in class because of some unpleasant things with his friends. It seems that the conflict with Mo Beicheng should be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise he would have nothing to do. There is no way to concentrate on doing other things.

"I heard that your latest drama is "The Skeleton Crown". I heard from Brother Sun that you have been under a lot of pressure recently, and you haven't slept for several nights." The acting teacher asked.

"Yes." Wen Mingyuan admitted embarrassingly, "Some of them can't enter the state, and the crew of "Skull and Crown" are all big-name actors, I'm afraid that I will be hindered in it."

"You are already very good, there is no need to put such a lot of pressure on yourself." The acting teacher comforted, "Take it easy, what role are you playing in "Skeleton Crown" this time?"

"A new character, the tyrant's knight. He is a couple with the saint played by Sister Feng Xi." Wen Mingyuan replied, "It's time to play a love scene again."

The acting teacher nodded, "Feng Xi is very nice, she will take you on the set more often, and then you and those seniors will learn a little bit more experience, which will greatly improve your acting skills. Act more at the beginning Love drama is also good, it is better to substitute, anyway, everyone has had this kind of love experience, just put in the feelings and it will come out. I had a student before, and his acting skills were pretty good, but he played a criminal with a high IQ when he came up. It's a mess."

"What's there to substitute? I've never been in a relationship." Wen Mingyuan shrugged.

"Then...you must have had a crush on someone, otherwise who were you thinking about when you were acting?" the acting teacher asked.

"Yes......"

Wen Mingyuan searched his mind for the memories of when he starred in "Double Swords". Unexpectedly, Mo Beicheng's face suddenly appeared in his mind at this time.

When I met Mo Beicheng for the first time, he was standing by the river bank, his silhouette was outlined by the lights on the river bank, even if he couldn't see clearly, he still attracted Wen Mingyuan's full attention.

Yes, at that time he kept thinking about Mo Beicheng...

Mo Beicheng's smile, Mo Beicheng's silence, Mo Beicheng's

he......

Seeing Wen Mingyuan stunned, the acting teacher laughed and joked: "Look, isn't there someone you like?"

"Ah..." Wen Mingyuan rubbed his hair in embarrassment, "Yes... I wouldn't have remembered it if you didn't tell me..."

He likes Mo Beicheng.

Wen Mingyuan didn't think this fact was terrible, and he didn't think it would have any impact on his future and dreams. He felt sincerely happy, joy from the bottom of his heart.It's like finding the correct calculation method for a math problem that has been tormenting you for a long time, as if you have been struggling with how to use the correct color in a painting and accidentally called out the right color.

He likes Mo Beicheng.

He really likes Mo Beicheng, wants to see Mo Beicheng every day, enjoys every minute and every second with him, hears his music and calms down, sees him cooking in the kitchen wearing an apron You will be very happy. When you hear him playing the violin, you will feel that he is the focus of your whole world. You will feel at ease knowing that he is at home. You want to write him into your dreams and put yourself in his dreams. To know his happiness, to share his pain, to lose sleep because he ignores himself, to be proud of his brilliance.

He, Wen Mingyuan, is in love.

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