The Supporting Actress System

Knowing that Jiang Zixi died, Xiao Shengyun locked himself in his room for three days. No matter how Qimeng and uncle Ou knocked on the door, he would not open it.

Just when they were afraid that Xiao Shengyun would do something stupid and were ready to call the police to save people, Xiao Shengyun came out of the room.

His face was covered with tears, and his eyes were black. He was extremely weak because he had not eaten for a long time. As soon as he walked out of the door, he collapsed.

He just felt that there was a girl in front of him, lying on the chair, covered with flowers, sleeping peacefully.

Little tiger opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

"She was sitting here, lying in my arms, and I could only watch the faint breath, but nothing could be done."

A fallen leaf fell into Liang Huai's hand, and Liang Huai looked up at the treetop:

"at that moment, all your self-confidence collapsed, and all you could get was heartbreak and helplessness."

"Do you know that your lover is lying in a hospital bed, holding your hand with that thin hand that has been tortured by cancer and telling you how she wants to live?"

There was a tear in Liang Huai's eyes:

he felt that this uncle, who was called a madman, seemed to be different from what they said.

The little tiger looked at Liang Huai, and there was something bright in his eyes.

"You haven't been to Shanxi, you haven't seen Nuo dance full of hope. You can't feel anything just by looking at the pictures taken and the words written by others."

Liang Huai pursed his lips and said, "but Xiao Hu, those you see are from books. Have you ever been to the Sistine church and seen the exquisite ceiling murals? Have you ever been to the Zhougong temple in Qishan and heard the fireworks bearing the hope? "

"If you talk about art, you may tell me about Michelangelo, tell me about Mona Lisa, if you talk about history, you may tell me about three emperors and five emperors, Xia, Shang and Zhou, etc..."

Liang Huai doesn't look at Xiaohu any more, but his eyes are a little disappointed:

he knows all these and has seen them, so he knows love very well.

Little tiger eyes a bright, mercilessly nodded.

"If you talk about love, you may think of Eileen Chang's love in a fallen city, you may tell me Shakespeare's sonnets, or you may think of Plato's spiritual love."

Liang huaixiao:

Xiaohu was stunned and didn't say anything for a long time.

"I don't want to teach you a lesson, tiger. If I asked you what love is, what would you say?"

Liang Huai was not angry. His eyebrows and eyes became softer and softer. He looked sideways at his nephew's eyes:

neuropathy

He was not raised by Liang Huai. He was just an uncle who had not met several times. Why did he listen to him and teach him a lesson?

"Why, do you want to tell me that I'm still young and understand when I grow up? Oh, I tell you, you are not qualified to teach me

My nephew looked at Liang Huai inexplicably with a sneer:

"you are still young, you don't know what is loss." Liang Huai voice with vicissitudes of life said.

My nephew always thought that he was a strange person and didn't want to get close to him. But now that he was angry, he didn't have time to pay attention to Liang Huai, so he let him sit beside him.

Liang Huai had no choice but to smile, wrapped up his windbreaker and went to sit beside his nephew.

"Well, she is going to lose me! Lose me all my life! I'll never talk to her again

The little nephew lost his temper on the chair that Jiang Zixi had sat in:

I don't know what my little nephew said. The girl roared and left.

He found his nephew in the back yard. He was fifteen or sixteen years old and was fighting with a little girl in his sick suit.

Just walked into the door of the hospital, Liang Huai felt a strong sense of familiarity and desolation.

That's the hospital where Jiang Zixi stayed before.

On that day, Liang Huai's younger brother's child, that is, his little nephew, was ill. Just when he was free, he went to the hospital to take care of him.

In the next 30 years, Liang Huai traveled all over the world, but he came back every year to offer sacrifices to Jiangzi.

……

The girl in Xiao Shengyun's heart, the girl who had been reviled by thousands of people, finally returned to the dust.

And everyone will sigh when they hear the source of the song.

Not only won the love of young people, but also by many older people's affirmation.

The last song he sang at the concert was wildly reprinted, and its popularity was even higher than that of all his previous songs.

As Xiao Shengyun said, although he would write words and songs later, he never sang again, and fans howled.

A dispensable plaything?

What is she?

Jiang Zixi is in his heart It's really important.

So after Jiang Zixi died, he locked himself in the house for three days, actually to write this song?Standing backstage, Qi Meng opens the curtain and looks at Xiao Shengyun, who is deeply in love on the stage. Her heart aches.

Quit singing?

Now that she's dead, there's no point in his singing.

He chose to sing for Jiang Zixi and stood on the stage.

"This song was written when she died. Today is her death day. I want to sing it to her. From now on, I will quit singing and never sing again."

Xiao Shengyun burst into tears:

the fans were crying and laughing.

So he wanted to stand on a higher stage and sing for her.

"Even she thinks I'm because of my dream, but it's not like that. I sing because of her. She said before that she likes me very much."

Xiao Shengyun gave a bitter smile:

fans shook their heads, and some people speculated that it was because of their dreams.

"I got to this point because of her. Do you know why I chose to sing?"

He choked:

"before, there were many misunderstandings between her and me. She tried her best to think for me, but I It makes her very sad. "

Finally, Xiao Shengyun sat on the side of the microphone and said in a hoarse voice:

fans all know why he is crying, so they all cry with sadness.

At the concert, Xiao Shengyun sang and sobbed.

This concert is unprecedented hot, a ticket is hard to get.

A year later, on Jiang Zixi's death day, Xiao Shengyun, who had not appeared as a singer for a long time, held a concert.

Fans saw this and spontaneously organized a silence.

He held an umbrella and his sad face was photographed and posted on the Internet. A series of marketing number articles were rumored, which made everyone know.

He didn't wear a mask. Although Qi Meng and Ou Shu tried their best to cover up for him, the matter was still known by the media.

Liang Huai refused to let him in. He stood at the door with a black umbrella and fixed on looking at the portrait in front of the hall. One stop was a day.

Xiao Shengyun went to the funeral in a long black dress.

Jiang Zixi's funeral was organized by Liang Huai. He invited many relatives and friends. Even Qi Meng was on the invitation list, but Xiao Shengyun was not.

Xiao Shengyun's eyes were empty and shook her head.

"Sheng Yun, are you ok?"

Qi Meng and Ou Shuli immediately helped Xiao Shengyun:

Liang Huai suddenly laughed:

"I may be able to see her soon."

The wind, blowing off the yellow leaves, fell on an old and a small body, a long silence, seems to be together in silence for someone.