Jiang Yang: "My wife wrote the song and arranged the music——"
"Oh shit!"
Wu Xiu is so jealous that his idol allows his husband to be so immoral!
Her mother is far behind the big devil.
He had a fight with his mother today because of this.
He must be who she wants him to be, without any deviation.
Then around her, it seemed like nothing was done right and not a single good word was said.
Especially in drama rehearsals, if he doesn't do what she wants, she will have to correct him. If he doesn't do what she wants, just wait and don't fail. If he fails, you will see her sarcastic and sarcastic.
"Look, I told you so" and other negative words.
Wu Xiu sometimes feels like he really can't breathe.
"Death of a Social Animal" is a script he wrote. His mother read it and gave some opinions. Wu Xiu was useless, and then he lost today. His cold face and sarcastic words, as well as him buying a mobile phone and transferring money, these days
Things came together like a storm.
Wu Xiu's mentality suddenly collapsed.
He slapped himself in front of his mother and shouted that he was wrong.
Then--
He suddenly thought of what Jiang Yang said during the day.
He loves his mother, but he must leave Jingyi, get rid of his mother's influence, and defeat his mother, otherwise he will live in her shadow forever.
Jiang Yang is currently the only one who dares to poach him in the face of Jingyi, the leading drama troupe, so he came to Jiang Yang.
"Let's go, why are you dazed?"
Jiang Yang turned around and waved to Wu Xiu, then walked across the table towards Zhuang Qi. Zhuang Qi pulled up a high stool and asked Jiang Yang to sit down. Jiang Yang introduced them to each other and talked about Wu Xiu's situation.
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Wu Xiu ignored them and looked at the unseemly people on the stage.
"CPTSD."
Zhuang Qi is worthy of being a doctor, and he comes as soon as he opens his mouth.
"oh."
Jiang Yang nodded, "I don't understand."
Zhuang Qi was convinced, "I don't understand what you are nodding."
Jiang Yang: "You know I don't understand and you still don't speak Mandarin. Be careful, I'll deduct perfect attendance from you. It's five hundred!"
Zhuang Qi: "I'll find a street lamp to hang you up later."
But he still explained, "It is a type of complex trauma and stress disorder. People who have been humiliated and suppressed for a long time will repeatedly play their parents' negative words in their minds, and then use the same words to self-humiliate and make themselves
Produce a severe sense of shame, which leads to further self-loathing and self-harm."
Zhuang Qi looked at the slap mark on Wu Xiu's face. This is a classic case and the most common case that causes depression. "Leave it to me."
Jiang Yang: "Okay."
He turned around and patted Wu Xiu on the shoulder, "Look at the treatment of our drama troupe. We have a doctorate in psychology to care about the mental health of our employees."
Although this doctor of psychology himself is ill.
"true and false?"
Wu Xiu was surprised, this was indeed the only one.
The third brother and the others stopped at this time. Although the audience kept shouting "encore" and "one more song", the third brother still apologized and said, "take a short break." They put down their instruments and got off the stage.
While thanking the audience, he walked over.
"Master Jiang!"
"A rare visitor."
"how come?"
"Come alone?"
They greeted Jiang Yang one by one.
Wu Xiu watched from the side and felt really sad. This band was the center of attention of the entire bar audience on the stage, but now the center of their attention was Jiang Yang. There was also the heartfelt concern when greeting one by one.
Wu Xiu was very envious.
He wants to be someone like Jiang Yang.
But when he thought about it, Wu Xiu felt that it was very difficult. There was a big devil behind Jiang Yang.
In order to support Jiang Yang, she wrote these weird songs, but behind him, there was only his mother who kept denying him.
there.
After listening to Jiang Yang's arrangement, the third brother promised with all his heart that he would take good care of Wu Xiu.
Zhuang Qi: "You should go quickly, don't keep Teacher Wen waiting."
Hong Shan: "Yes, go back quickly."
Jiang Yang watched them bring over the colorful wine, "I still want to have a taste."
"What kind of wine should I drink at such a young age?"
Third Brother and the others rushed to Jiang Yang, but Zhuang Qi stood up and said, "You continue to perform, I will see him off."
After leaving the bar, Bianzi stood at the door and said, "I'll go, I'm just taking a look around."
"also."
Zhuang Qi nodded.
He went back again. Seeing Wu Xiu in a daze, Zhuang Qi smiled and said, "Don't you envy this guy Jiang Yang?"
Wu Xiu felt that Zhuang Qi was worthy of being a doctor of psychology.
"This kid is quite enviable."
Zhuang Qi turned on his phone and let Wu Xiu look at it.
Koi Studio's Tuitui posted a video before getting off work. In the video, Jiang Yang was sitting on the sofa, watching Li Qingning playing the guitar. The bar was very noisy and I couldn't hear the song clearly, but read the comments below: "One and a half cans of Coke is
What the hell?"
"2333, two cans rounded to zero."
"This math is definitely taught by the PE teacher!"
"Big Devil, please punish him without drinking coke for a week!!"
"Let him feel the wrath of the devil!"
"Don't you realize that the Great Demon King has forgotten his lyrics again?"
"Haha, the big devil is still the same!"
"Damn it! With the knife in hand, I can kill Jiang Gou. I'm so jealous that the big devil only sings to him!"
"Is this the new song of the Demon King? The lyrics are so touching."
"Even if you are not lucky, you are just a human being. Cherish the people and things in front of you, and just let everything happen - this lyric touches me so much."
The comments below include some who comment on the song, and some who are jealous that Jiang Yang can exclusively enjoy the new song of the Big Devil.
The only thing Wu Xiu envied about Jiang Yang was that he could tell Li Qingning openly and openly about drinking coke without any need to cover up, without having to worry about the devil being angry, and he even seemed to be asking for concern.
What he hopes to get from his mother is this kind of love.
Gangzi sent Jiang Yang to the car and watched Teacher Wen drive away before walking back again.
As usual, he walked to the chair outside the bar where the girl in the plaid shirt sang and sat down.
The plaid shirt is not there, but another singer is singing, probably not at her party.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Gangzi didn't notice that the plaid shirt was a bit boring, so he lit a cigarette, took out his phone and scrolled through it, and happened to see the tweet from Koi Studio.
He clicked play.
Because there were a lot of people coming and going, he turned the sound a little loud and held his cell phone to his ear to listen.
I'm from the north of Gangzi and can't understand Cantonese.
But I can tell that this is a song that is a little gentle, a little sad, and a little emotional. Let Gangzi sit by the river, with the autumn wind blowing and the lights rippling on the water, feeling lonely as never before.
This kind of loneliness is like he tried hard to tell a joke, but no one cared about it at all.
He is like a colorless person, insignificant.
Gangzi blew out a smoke ring.
How he wished that someone could sing a song for him like the big devil sang for Jiang Yang.
If there is such a day, his life will be beautiful——
Someone snatched the cigarette from his finger.
"You want to die early."
A woman sat next to him and didn't mind his saliva at all.
She took a puff of cigarette and looked at the glass window of the bar, "You still smoke if you have a heart disease?"
The voice is both strange and familiar.
So Gangzi's eyes turned red in an instant.
He turned his head and saw the plaid shirt sitting there, just blowing out a smoke ring.
She glanced at Gangzi and said, "Why are you still crying?"
"I--"
Gangzi's throat was a little tight and he couldn't make a sound, so he tried again, "I listen to the song."
The woman smiled, looked at the sky, and listened to the song on his phone, "Do you know what the lyrics are about?"
Gangzi shook his head.
The plaid shirt read softly: "It's too easy to miss, it's too late to love... Happiness will pass by and you can no longer express your love. Love is a word, but it also needs time... How many seconds does it take to embrace the one I love... Huh
, The Great Demon King is so well written.”
The man in the plaid shirt raised his head, took another puff of cigarette, blew out the smoke ring, and started singing along softly.
Somewhat hoarse.
But Gangzi wanted to cry when he heard it.
The plaid shirt turned back and looked at him.
The wind blew by the river, blowing her hair and aging his face.
She couldn't help but touched his head, "He's still the same boring donkey as before, letting others guess his thoughts. Who do you want to be your husband, the Demon King? If I hadn't listened to the new song that the Demon King dedicated to her husband, I would feel good about it.
Duo, even if you stay outside for the rest of your life, I won't bother to talk to you."
The man in the plaid shirt put out his cigarette butt and stood up, "It's my turn to take the stage."
She stretched out her hand, "Where's the cigarette?"
Gangzi handed the plaid shirt the cigarette case he received from his third brother, and then handed him the lighter.
He stuffed his plaid shirt into his pocket and said, "Puff less."
She went in.
Gangzi watched her go in, get on stage, pick up the microphone, and smile at him.
Gangzi felt his eyes were a little wet. He raised his head and looked at the starry sky. Although he couldn't see a single star due to light pollution, he felt that the sky was as bright as a galaxy at the moment, and there was a little prince living on a planet who was turning into a star.
The one and only one.
His life is taking on color.
It's heartwarming that someone cares about you.
Jiangyang——
He should thank Jiang Yang.
Without Jiang Yang, there would be no song sung by the Big Devil to Jiang Yang.
The Jiang couple showed off their affection, and he took advantage of it.
Jiang Yang also gave him color.
He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Jiang Yang: "Master Jiang, sincerely, I thank you for being my eighteenth generation ancestor! From now on, when you come to the store, everything is free of charge, except Coke!"