Shattering the talent show script, sweeping the world film scene

While listening to the song, Ling Wushuang said, "No, it's not me. I don't think I've ever told you that doing business was my original life plan. I stopped this plan once for Gu Zhoubai. Now it's just that the plan is restarting, and running away has become secondary."

He doesn't deny that reason, but similarly, he won't make life-altering decisions because of a slight emotion.

Xie Xingyan looked at him intently, thinking that both Jiangxi Heng and Ling Wushuang were the people he admired most.

One is firm yet gentle, the other gentle yet firm, both with an unwavering core.

He was so lucky to have met them during the two most important stages of his life.

It's like having two top-tier cards in a card game.

"But aren't you also combining strength and gentleness right now?" Ling Wushuang tilted her head and said.

It turned out that Xie Xingyan had unknowingly revealed what was on her mind.

He glanced down, somewhat embarrassed, avoiding the camera, then realized what he'd done and said solemnly, "It's always like this. What I ask you, you end up making it sound like it's my business!"

Ling Wushuang was taken aback, then laughed and said seriously, "Xingyan, do you know why, out of the 99 people in the camp, besides Xiaobai, I only took the initiative to speak to you?"

Xie Xingyan held her breath: "You only ever spoke to me on your own initiative? I thought you were... provoking me back then..."

Ling Wushuang couldn't help but rub her forehead and said, "Yeah, you weren't exactly friendly to me back then. Were you wary of me?"

Xie Xingyan nodded awkwardly.

"But you have never been two-faced or hypocritical with anyone. What you think in your heart, what you want to say, and what you finally say are completely consistent."

Xie Xingyan quieted down and listened attentively. He said, "Producer Song said that what I'm doing is not good."

Ling Wushuang looked at him and said, "If you stay in this industry for too long, you will not be able to withstand the power of sincerity. A long time ago, Xiaobai was like you, but later, after he went abroad, I found that some things had changed."

Xie Xingyan's lips curled into a smile.

Ling Wushuang lowered her eyes and recited, "A lone white rabbit, running east and looking west."

When Xie Xingyan was preparing for the college entrance examination, he memorized this. The last two lines are: "Clothes are not as good as new ones, but people are not as good as old ones."

Ling Wushuang smiled wistfully: "Yes, when I realized that my communication with him was separated by invisible layers of paper, I knew that Gu Zhoubai's future no longer needed my participation."

"Can't I say it a few more times? Just like with Jiangxi Heng, the first time I thought he hated me, but I didn't want my 'thoughts,' I wanted him to say it himself, so there was a second time... You never asked..."

Xie Xingyan hesitated and stammered.

Ling Wushuang used a single sentence to distinguish the differences between them.

"Not everyone has your fearless courage. Most people's first reaction when they hit a wall is to turn back because they feel the pain. But you chose to smash the wall to pieces. As for me, I rationally chose to fold when I saw how high and thick the wall was."

Half of the WeChat call time has passed in the blink of an eye.

Xie Xingyan listened with his eyes open as Ling Wushuang slowly finished speaking.

What he once thought was "bad" turned into "good" in Ling Wushuang's eyes.

The "excessive sincerity" pointed out by Song Zhiyue became, in Ling Wushuang's words, a mirror reflecting a person's character.

Normal people are not afraid to face a mirror; only ugly people dare not look in the mirror.

Nineteen-year-old Xie Xingyan, who would only start university in the second half of the year, and who had been subjected to six months of cramming education using the "sea of ​​questions" approach, dialed Jiangxi Heng's phone for the first time on such an ordinary night.

When Xie Xingyan made the call, he suddenly realized that he was no longer afraid of causing trouble for Jiangxi Heng. If it were two years ago, would he have bothered him late at night?

The phone rang three times before the other party answered.

"Feed?"

His hoarse, low voice, tinged with sleepiness, was surprisingly gentle.

Xie Xingyan whispered, "It's me, Xie Xingyan. Did I wake you? I'm sorry, there are some things I can't figure out, and I also wrote a new song..."

The other person smiled lazily and said, "I knew it was you. A new song already? Is something bothering you?"

Jiangxi Heng, who responded to every question, would patiently comfort Xie Xingyan when she hesitated due to nervousness, listening attentively without rushing.

Xie Xingyan didn't talk about the love-hate relationship between Ling Wushuang and Gu Zhoubai. He only talked about the completely different descriptions of him by Song Zhiyue and Ling Wushuang, and also mentioned what Ling Wushuang had just said about "difficult communication".

"Wu Shuang said that communication is a very complicated thing. You think there are two people, but in fact there are six people: me, the me I think I am, the me you think you are, you, the you you think you are, and the you I think you are."

Jiangxi Heng slowly opened his eyes.

"That's right. What you think, what you want to express, and what you finally express can all be interpreted differently, leading to misunderstandings. Many adults haven't learned how to speak properly; instead, they've learned to remain silent."

Breathing sounds echoed between the two ends of the phone.

Xie Xingyan asked, "I don't think I'm like that. If all three are consistent, do you think that's a good thing?"

Jiangxi Heng rolled over and thought for a moment, then said, "That's good."

Xie Xingyan licked her lips, asking expectantly, "Do you like me like this?"

The other side fell silent, and the two remained silent for a while.

Xie Xingyan spoke first, "What I mean is, would you like what I'm doing?"

Jiangxi Heng smiled, his voice growing even softer: "You'll like it."

Xie Xing recalled receiving a link to Jiangxi Heng's college entrance exam blessings via WeChat when he was about to take the exam.

It was clearly meant to wish all students in the world well, but a separate copy was sent to him privately.

Just like the generous and selfless sun, one day it will pause its twilight for a moment for a small hill on the horizon.

Jiangxi Heng's care was silent, invisible, and intangible. Could his affection also be subtle, difficult to understand, and unspoken?

"Would you like to listen to my new song?"

"it is good."

Music software allows you to create a separate room for listening to music.

After listening, Jiangxi Heng gave an affirmative answer: "Just like 'We Owe Each Other Nothing,' it deserves a trophy. Should we submit it for the Silver Lyrics Award in August?"

"There's probably not enough time." Xie Xingyan knew that without sufficient preparation time, they couldn't compete with the other songs this year.

Jiangxi Heng acknowledged the other party's clear-headedness and said lazily, "I haven't congratulated you on winning the Bronze Award a few days ago. You have a bright future ahead of you, Teacher Xie."

Xie Xingyan smiled and said, "Thank you. I wish Teacher Jiang a fruitful August."

It is well known that "Compassion" was nominated for the Bronze Begonia Award in August and "The Orphanage at the End of the World" was nominated for the Silver Camellia Award in August.

Before hanging up, Xie Xingyan returned to the initial topic and asked a question.

"And what about you? Would you do the same thing? Are all three consistent or inconsistent?"

Jiangxi Heng's answer was: "Occasionally."

Xie Xingyan was surprised by this answer: "Does it bother you?"

"No, I will try my best to do what I think is what I will ultimately express."

Xie Xingyan, whose thoughts were easily swayed by Ling Wushuang, was also unconsciously led astray by Jiangxi Heng.

He failed to grasp the meaning of that last sentence.

Just like tonight, Jiangxi Heng's answer is an example of "occasionally".

As for which case it was, many years later, Xie Xingyan, who was equally perceptive, would suddenly realize it at some point.