It was already midnight when we walked out of the cinema. With the ending music of Titan, the crowded crowd brought another moment of excitement to the rainy night. Holding up their umbrellas, Lingjing and Shasha's eyes were bright red.
, however, compared to some women next to them who were still wiping their tears with tissues, the performance of the two was much stronger.
"It's such a bitch. If I had known I wouldn't come here, I might as well watch Journey to the West again..."
"Well, let's go home and watch Westward Journey. Watch Westward Journey. Hey, the person sitting behind us just cried so loudly, right?"
"Hey, you two, are you too disrespectful to say such things? Who was it that was on me just now..."
"What did you say?"
"Uh, no...it rained so heavily today that my hands were all wet, haha..."
The three of them exchanged strange looks. For a moment, Lingjing and Shasha pointed at each other and said in unison: "It was Shasha and Lingjing who cried so hard..." After a period of silence, the three of them laughed heartily at each other on the road.
As a box-office miracle in the history of twentieth-century movies, "Titanic" was completed at the end of 1997 and was introduced to China in early 1998. It has been in Jianghai City for a month or two, but for Lingjing and Shasha, this is the first time.
Come to the cinema to watch it. In front of this movie, which is extremely harmful to female audiences, the two girls still couldn't escape. Amid the cries of a large group of female audiences, they shed a lot of tears. Of course.
Jiaming, who was caught in the middle, felt a little helpless. He knew that most of these women would cry when watching the movie, but why they should cry was a bit hard to understand. Is it tragic? Is it a pity? Just like he could
I support Lingjing to like celebrities, but it’s really hard to understand what it’s like to chase stars.
The biggest trouble after that was actually the line "I am the king of the world" in the movie. The two girls were so impressed by what Jiaming taught them on the Star Dream cruise ship, but at that time the movie
It hadn't even been filmed yet, so for a while he had to make up nonsense that it was a mysterious and romantic curse in Europe. I'm afraid the movie also got inspiration from this.
Since it was Saturday, without telling their families clearly, the two girls still had to go back to their homes to rest. While fighting and making noise all the way, Shasha was first sent home, and then Jiaming and Lingjing
We headed to Ye's Martial Arts School together. The journey was neither long nor short. Since we had left the city center, it was difficult to find a taxi on the streets at midnight. The two of them held umbrellas and walked through this familiar area.
After a while at the market, Lingjing put away her umbrella and squeezed under one with Jiaming.
"Well, I didn't bring out the signed notebook I promised to Shasha. I left in a hurry..." Taking a deep breath, Lingjing looked at Jiaming and smiled, "Shasha didn't mention it during the whole journey..."
"Uh... how was the conversation with the big star?" Jiaming asked, putting his arm around Lingjing's shoulders.
"I still insist on not participating in the dance. Anyway...it would be pointless to go back if I quit." She raised her face and smiled, "Cucumbers would be more suitable together with bananas and eggplants, hehe..."
"Oh, then we have to choose a good song to suppress the arrogance of those guys... But it's okay not to go back. A good horse never turns back. We will ignore them in the future and let the student union sigh.
It’s their loss.”
Looking at Jiaming's smile, Lingjing's eyes suddenly became a little hesitant. After a moment, she asked hesitantly: "Actually... Jiaming, are you and Shasha hiding something from me?"
"Why did you ask so?"
"Sister Yusi...she has been apologizing very implicitly...Jia Ming, Shasha has that attitude, not because of the signature, right?"
The umbrella stopped by the street light, and the car's lights flashed by. Jia Ming shook his head and smiled, patted her arm, and the two continued to move forward.
"Would the Student Union suddenly make that kind of unreasonable decision? Without Dongfang Road not allowing it, Tan Suyan couldn't persuade any good friends to temporarily replace her. Shasha's attitude towards Sister Yusi was too strange.
So I felt strange and thought of something..."
"When did it feel wrong?"
Leaning on Jiaming's shoulder, Lingjing's eyes were clear and she smiled sweetly.
"That's when Sister Yusi said sorry to you, and then you followed Shasha out. I felt even more strange. The first time I saw Sister Yusi, you sang ONLY-YOU in the auditorium, haha...
...It made the situation a mess, how could you be restrained? After linking these things, I deliberately mentioned the dance several times. Sister Yusi’s expression seemed a little embarrassed. Although she didn’t say it clearly, I could hear that she was apologizing.
, I wanted to ask more questions later, but nothing came out. When it was almost nine o'clock, I thought of watching a movie, so I hurriedly said goodbye... Did you and Shasha really know this a long time ago? "
"Haha... She has been in the music scene for so long. How can you possibly find out more about things she really doesn't want to say?"
"Then...is it really Sister Yusi?" Even though she had vaguely guessed it in her heart, Lingjing was still slightly stunned when she saw Jiaming's acquiescent attitude, "But there is no reason, what is Sister Yusi doing?"
To do that, I haven’t done anything..."
"Who knows? Hehe, there must be some inexplicable reason." Holding Lingjing's body tightly, Jiaming shook his head and smiled, "Maybe she just had a fight with her boyfriend, maybe she was on her menstrual period, maybe it's because
She just choked on the water she drank. She was a little depressed, so she subconsciously wanted to make others depressed. In the final analysis, Lingjing, you were just an indifferent passerby in her eyes at that time. She would not deliberately deal with you, nor would she
They will worry too much about you. To use an analogy, you are like walking on the street and someone accidentally poured a bucket of water on you. It is just an unnecessary disaster."
Lingjing was silent for a while and said softly: "So you and Shasha help hide it because I will be sad if I know it?"
"Whether you hide it or not is a trivial matter. To us, isn't Fang Yusi just a stranger?" Looking at the somewhat depressed Lingjing, Jia Ming said, "Actually, there is nothing wrong with chasing stars. I also admire Fang Yusi."
"Well?"
"Her character is none of my business, but there is no doubt that she has sung several good songs. These songs moved you and me, so let's just worship Fang Yusi when she sang. Everyone is impressed by her
People who are moved have a perfect Fang Yusi in their hearts. Since real people are not so perfect, of course it has nothing to do with the Fang Yusi in our hearts. It’s like when someone shouts “Cucumber I love you” below when we sing, who would know that classmate Lingjing is actually just a
Are you just a naive little girl who blindly chases stars?"
Amused, Lingjing puffed up her cheeks as if she was about to have a fit, but then she relaxed her aura and said, "By the way, sister Yusi came here this time to ask you to write a song for her, right?"
"Um."
"Stop writing to her. I don't want you to write for others because of me. Anyway, I didn't agree to her directly just now... We didn't talk about that."
"Heh." Jiaming said calmly
"Let's just write one. She apologized and made you very happy. You even signed her name, right? A song is just a piece of cake."
"But..." Lingjing hesitated slightly, "But after this, won't she want more?"
"I hope she has some sense of proportion." Jiaming shook his head and smiled with clear eyes. Looking at that smile, Lingjing lowered her head and remained silent.
In the night rain, there was a long period of snuggling and silence. When they were about to turn the corner of the road, the girl suddenly turned around, held up her umbrella, and rushed out in the direction she came from.
"Uh...what are you doing?"
"I suddenly feel that I have to go back and thank Shasha. Jiaming, please go and tell your parents that I won't be going back tonight, okay?"
Lingjing turned around gracefully in the rain and performed a beautiful dance step. Lingjing waved her hands and smiled brightly. Jiaming sighed and followed her in the direction: "Forget it, I'll send you there.
The world is in such chaos, if you meet someone who robs you, wouldn’t I suffer heavy losses..."
"It's not like I don't know how to fight." Lingjing quickly threw two punches forward, vigorously, "Don't look at your little wife like this, you practice every day, she is very powerful."
"You're awesome!" Jiaming slapped Lingjing on the back of the head and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter if you and Shasha bully me at home. But when you go out to bully others, I always feel uneasy. If I say you want to follow me, I will follow you.
!”
Holding her head, Lingjing whispered softly: "Autocracy..."
"What's wrong with autocracy? It's still a dictatorship. The person who just made a mistake still dares to talk back!"
Jiaming raised his hand. Lingjing quickly stretched out her hand to cover the back of her head and said "oh", a little aggrieved and a little sweet. After walking a long way back, Lingjing said: "Jia Ming, let me carry you."
Okay?"
"Ah?" Jiaming's mouth opened in an "O" shape, "I'm going to carry you, right?"
Lingjing nodded playfully: "Yes, I will carry you."
He stared at Lingjing blankly for a long time. After making sure that she was not joking, Jiaming rolled his eyes: "That's too funny. It doesn't fit my style at all. No, let's do this. If you want to carry me, I'll carry you until Shasha's place."
Already."
"No, I just want to carry you on my back."
"I am very heavy, you are a girl..."
"It's not heavy at all." He rushed over and hugged Jiaming's waist, and with a strong force, he lifted Jiaming's feet off the ground. Although Lingjing has a slender figure, after all, she is exercising every day, just in terms of punching.
The strength of the ground is stronger than that of boys of the same age: "Okay, let me carry it. Don't worry, I won't let you fall..."
After some confusion, Jia Ming reluctantly rode on her waist, and then put his arms around her shoulders. Two passers-by passed by in a hurry and were stunned.
"Look, it doesn't feel heavy at all. Jiaming, why are you so light?"
I have been squeezed dry by the two of you... I thought casually in my heart, but naturally I couldn't say this: "I am as light as a swallow. This is the result of hard training... Let me come down from the next telephone pole."
"Don't let me go, I won't let her go until the end of the street..." She smiled happily. Although her strength was much stronger than that of ordinary girls, she had no experience in carrying people. Lingjing's walking posture still looked a bit difficult. Jiaming hugged
He held her shoulders and didn't dare to move. He tried his best to choose a position that made her comfortable, and sighed: "I think it's better to carry you on my back..."
"Take turns, each carrying one street." Hearing Jiaming's embarrassed tone, Lingjing couldn't stop laughing.
"I'm sure you're crazy..."
"Even if I tease you, you will have to support me for the rest of my life. Once the goods are delivered, they will not be returned!"
"..."
As they were talking, soon they arrived at the end of the street. Jiaming hurriedly got off Lingjing's back, and then carried her on his back. Lying on Jiaming's back, holding up an umbrella, Lingjing let out a comfortable groan, Jiaming was in front of her
He shook his head: "It's more comfortable this way."
Lingjing smiled softly, lay down for a while, and then said softly: "I just want to know how hard it will be for you, Jiaming, to carry me and Shasha here all the time..."
"Ha..." Jiaming skillfully supported her legs and smiled, "That's because you have been helping me hold an umbrella..."
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It seems that too much blood has been spilled, making it look like a romance novel, but no matter what, it is a necessary development.
When I wrote the previous section, I thought that if I still write according to the pattern, like many books, if I torture Fang Yusi to the end and then torture again, I am afraid it will be more enjoyable to write, and everyone will applaud and recognize it as usual when reading YY books.
But in the end I couldn’t write it, because I can only be me. I can ignore a lot of common sense in terms of setting, and I can ignore any data and historical facts, but I must write it reasonably in terms of human nature. This way of handling it, at least in my opinion
It is a mature attitude towards life - I have no right to question others, but I insist on myself. So, even if some readers will be lost because of this, the plot will still develop like this. Since I have portrayed a mature protagonist,
Don't let him become a willful child.
Then, Lingjing is not an idiot.
Next is chasing stars. Everyone should have a goal, a vision, and a yearning in their heart. Chasing stars is a healthy thing, because what we chase is always the perfect image in our hearts, which is the star on the stage.
In the reflection in our mind, he is undoubtedly perfect, but to the actual star himself, that creature is just an ordinary person, and there is no doubt that he should not have any connection with the image in your mind.
I admire Lu Xun’s thoughts, the indifference expressed in Haruki Murakami’s books, and Zhou Enlai’s... well, almost everything I know, but of course not everything about Zhou Enlai. Because these things have formed a perfect shape in my heart
The coordinates have nothing to do with the real owners, because I know that they are just ordinary people, and everyone is an ordinary person. In the pornographic photo scandal, these celebrities basically have no intimacy, but the two songs sung by Gillian,
A song like "Daughter of Gold" and "Gone with the Wind" once moved me, and I still like them when they sang this song - even though I can't even type out the name of the group. As ordinary people, no matter what they did,
I won't feel angry at all, because the idol image in my heart has never been related to them as ordinary people, so it has never been shattered. This is my view of idols.