Brilliant

There is a church-like stained glass window in the piano room at home. When he was a child, Mo Beicheng liked to sit under this glass window to catch the colorful sunlight. At this time, his mother would sit behind him and play the piano.

When he was a child, his mother was always elegant and charming, with a faint smile on his face. Mo Beicheng once thought that the muse in the sky might be like his mother.

In my impression, she is always sitting in front of the piano and playing those sad or joyful melodies, and her fingertips are the wings of elves.

"Beicheng, you will meet someone you love one day." Mother said to Mo Beicheng who was sitting on the ground, "A very important person..."

At that time, Mo Beicheng didn't understand the meaning of love. He thought it was enough for him to have a mother, father and brother.

"That kind of feeling is different," the mother said to him while playing the music, "I don't know how to describe love to you, there are many musicians who spend their lives describing love, but they all only touch Venus skirt corner."

"You will love him like I love my father, you will not care about his nationality, background or even gender, you will be deeply fascinated and crazy about the beauty of his soul..." The mother stared at the front, and there was no sound on the piano. There was no music score, but she unconsciously played the melody.

"If you really meet this person, play "PorUnaCabeza" to him, and let him know what love is lingering and careful." Mother said to him while playing the piano.

later?

Then the man betrayed his mother.

Mo Beicheng stood in front of the stained glass window. He had grown up and would no longer catch the colorful sun with his hands.And the colored sunlight will still be projected on him.

Mother played the piano as always, she didn't understand why the man who loved her so much changed his heart.

Until that day, the man went home to pack his luggage and planned to move out of the house.Mo Beicheng knelt on the ground and begged him to see and take care of his mother. His mother's current mental condition really needed his support.

But Mo Jingzhi pushed him away fiercely, warning him not to get close to him and not to pester him any more.

That day, my mother rarely regained her senses.

She walked to the closet and took out her most gorgeous red dress.

Design guru Bill Blass once said: "When in doubt, wear red."

Mo Yalan has never worn a long red dress since she got married. Her husband thinks that red is a privilege for flamboyant women to wear. Mo Jingzhi only wants an elegant and intellectual white rose to keep at home.

Mo Yalan changed into a long skirt and walked up the spiral staircase to Mo Beicheng who was kneeling on the ground.

She reached out her hand and pulled Mo Beicheng up.

"Dance with me." Mo Yalan looked so beautiful in a long red dress, as if this was her color, "Even if it's just spinning around."

Mo Beicheng felt that she was crazy again, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

But Mo Yalan held his hand.

"Dance with me."

She kept asking, like a child asking for candy.

Mo Beicheng couldn't bear to reject her, and danced with her in the gorgeously decorated living room, her long red dress fluttering in the air.It was as if she was still the girl obsessed with love all those years ago, as if she had never lost anything.

"Don't be disappointed..." Mo Yalan grabbed Mo Beicheng's shoulder, "Don't be disappointed in love..."

"Enough..." Mo Beicheng didn't want to listen to her arguments anymore.

"If you want to find someone you love, you can't be disappointed in love just because of my marriage with your father," Mo Yalan hugged Mo Beicheng, tears wet Mo Beicheng's shoulders, "Take him to dance, take him to listen Music, I want to give him the most beautiful thing in this world..."

"And then you were abandoned like you?" Mo Beicheng couldn't bear it and yelled out all the resentment that had been suppressed for many years.

"No, Beicheng."

Mo Yalan shook her head, "It's not like that."

Mo Beicheng pushed her away: "Why can't you be independent? Why did you become like this after being abandoned by him? What's the point of you staying at home and playing the piano every day? Do you still have yourself? Divorce him! You It's not that I can't survive..."

He couldn't understand his mother's dependence on his father and his obsession with love.

"If you want to be loved, go find another man...why must it be him..."

Tears stained the makeup on Mo Yalan's face, and she looked bright red, which looked like fresh blood flowing from her body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Mo Beicheng knew that she had fallen into madness again.

To this day, Mo Beicheng still cannot agree with his mother's almost sacrificial love.

But he can understand what kind of happiness it is to love and be loved.

According to what his mother said back then, he played "Por Una Cabeza" (Chinese translation "One Step Away") for Wen Mingyuan.

"Little brother, we are one step closer to our dream." Wen Mingyuan lay in his arms, found a suitable position and fell asleep, "One step closer to our goal of becoming a star."

From the rental house to here, from nothing to "Double Swords" to "Skeleton Crown", from the loss of talent to "To the One I Love", they are moving towards the stars step by step.

"But I'm curious about one thing." Mo Beicheng pulled the quilt on Wen Mingyuan, "Why is your wish to become a star? Generally speaking, it's not an actor or a star... Is this kind of thing? Why is it so?" Stars?"

Wen Mingyuan buried half of his face in the quilt. He originally wanted to find a reason to perfunctory Mo Beicheng, but thinking that Mo Beicheng would hardly lie to himself, Wen Mingyuan hesitated and explained: "Because... .want to be noticed."

Wen Mingyuan didn't explain too much, Mo Beicheng took it for granted that Wen Mingyuan might be the kind of student who was not outstanding in school, and might be often ignored by his parents and teachers, so he hoped that he could become more outstanding.

Wen Mingyuan soon fell into a deep sleep, and flew back to the set early the next morning.

The dark circles under his eyes couldn't be covered with several layers of concealer. In the end, the makeup artist applied a layer of lipstick and then concealer to barely see it.

It didn't take much thinking to know that Sun Junliang was yelling again, and after the scolding, he had to help him cover up in front of the rest of the crew.

The director and the others were easy to deceive, but Lu Siwei saw it out.

"I came to see you last night," Lu Siwei said, "you're not here, you've been away all night."

Wen Mingyuan's heart suddenly hung up.

"But it doesn't matter, we're all adults now," Lu Siwei ignored what happened, and took out a script from his bag, "I saw a script that seemed very suitable for you, and I planned to hand it in last night. For you, but you're not here."

Wen Mingyuan felt relieved, "Thank you, Mr. Lu."

"So the person you went to meet last night was the one I saw in the hotel that day?" Lu Siwei suddenly asked such a question. He only saw Mo Beicheng's back in the hotel that day, and he didn't know Mo Beicheng's back. Who is Beicheng and what does it look like.

I rely on you, can you not suddenly be serious and gossip suddenly, the soul is scared away by me!

"Mr. Lu... this..." Wen Mingyuan didn't explain or deny it, but only hinted that Lu Siwei's question was difficult to answer.

"Okay, I'm just gossiping." Lu Siwei replied, "It's okay if you don't talk, let's go to the recording studio together."

But on the way, Lu Siwei couldn't help asking again: "I still want to know what is the relationship between you two?"

Wen Mingyuan took a deep breath, and didn't explain clearly that Lu Siwei didn't want to let him go today, so he casually lied: "Brother relationship, he is my brother."

The little brother is also a type of brother!

"Oh," Lu Siwei nodded, "You guys are playing really well..."

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