Huayu 2005: Chat groups are full of real celebrities

Ruan Fei gritted his teeth and began a frantic attempt to salvage the situation.

"It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

As he spoke, he quickly tidied up the table.

The takeout box was put into a garbage bag.

Socks were stuffed under the sofa.

He casually hid the ashtray behind his back.

His movements were practiced yet somewhat comical.

"We're tech people! Programmers! You know? Our lifestyle is pretty... laid-back!"

He himself didn't quite believe the word "casual" when he said it.

Zhu Yiwen remained silent throughout the entire process.

He simply glanced around the room and then said casually:

"Boys' dormitory?"

His tone was calm, but his words were extremely hurtful.

Liu Yifei stood at the door, and for the first time, a subtle change appeared in her eyes.

It's not about disdain, but rather a refreshing change in perception.

So those jokes about boys' dormitories in TV dramas...

It wasn't artistic embellishment after all.

Ruan Fei quickly explained:

"No, no! This isn't the dormitory, this is Jiangbei's home!"

"He's not usually like this!"

He paused for a moment after speaking, then added:

"Almost.

Silence fell once more.

Cui Hao's finishing move explanation:

"When he's creating, he tends to let his true self shine through."

After he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong.

The words "letting go" sound like criminal testimony in this room.

Just then, Guo Jian finally came to his full senses. He quickly put on a T-shirt and shorts, glanced at himself, then at Liu Yifei at the door, paused for two seconds, and slowly said:

"I suggest...you delete me first."

……

Five minutes later, the post-disaster reconstruction was completed on site.

The trash has disappeared.

The ashtray has gone missing.

The sofa has been restored to a barely usable sitting position.

The three brothers stood in a row, their expressions solemn, as if they had just undergone an organizational review.

Finally, they invited the two to sit down and handed them bottled water, their movements as synchronized as military training.

The atmosphere had just eased a little.

Liu Yifei suddenly spoke up: "Are you classmates from Jiangbei?"

The three nodded.

The next second, she added softly, "He's always been...so...unique?"

This sentence is like breaking some kind of seal.

The three of them instantly switched into "Jiangbei's Dark History Press Conference Mode".

Ruan Fei sat up straight instantly.

"It's more than just unique!"

"Jiang Bei is a well-known figure at Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications."

Why?

"Because when other people pursue a girl, they at most fail once."

"His failures could be a running drama."

Liu Yifei: "..."

"Back in his freshman year, he practiced guitar diligently for three months in order to woo a girl."

"Confess your love on Valentine's Day outside the girls' dormitory."

"In the end, he was rewarded with a basin of foot bath water and a warning."

Cui Hao added:

"But it can also be considered a blessing in disguise."

"From then on, he really fell in love with music."

Ruan Fei continued:

"That's outrageous!"

"To pursue another girl, I sang in bars to save money to buy her gifts."

"The gift hasn't even been given out yet."

"First, I need to win over the resident singer."

The air fell silent for a moment, and even Zhu Yiwen raised an eyebrow; this development direction was indeed a bit unusual.

Guo Jian took over the conversation.

"Later, he wrote a song for that girl."

"The song has become a hit."

"The person became famous."

"They even dragged us into making a cover song website."

He paused at this point.

"In the end, he was kicked out by his partner and girlfriend."

Why?

Liu Yifei couldn't help but ask.

Guo Jian shrugged.

"I just had bad luck with people—"

"I don't register intellectual property rights or music copyrights."

"Aren't we just waiting to get ripped off?"

At this point, all three sighed simultaneously, as if summarizing a case of failure.

No one laughed.

Because they suddenly realized, looking back over the years...

Jiangbei seems to always be like this; it always manages to stir things up and is always so close to success, but it always falls just short of that final step.

Liu Yifei looked down at the bottled water in her hand, shook it gently, and suddenly smiled.

It wasn't mockery, but the kind of laugh that says, "I see."

In fact, she had already decided to cooperate with this guy last night.

In her opinion, learning more about his background was more important than practicing singing.

The three people's words brought her many unexpected gains.

At this moment, Zhu Yiwen suddenly asked, "I heard that he couldn't bear it and tried to commit suicide?"

The three of them were taken aback at the same time.

"Suicide?"

"Really?"

"His skin is thicker than a city wall."

"Even heartbreak can be turned into a joke."

The three faces were filled with disbelief.

Just then—

Click.

The door opened.

Jiang Bei rushed in, looking even more disheveled than the three people inside.

His hair was a mess, as if it had been blown by a fan; he was covered in sweat and panting heavily.

The most outrageous thing is that one of the slippers got lost.

The entire living room fell silent instantly.

All eyes were simultaneously drawn to his bare foot.

His eyes held a mixture of inquiry, embarrassment, and a hint of schadenfreude.

Jiang Bei paused slightly and glanced around the living room.

The desktop was clean, the trash was gone, and the three friends sat upright, as if they had just finished a self-criticism meeting.

Something's wrong, something's very wrong.

But his expression remained unchanged; he simply raised his hand to rub his forehead and calmly spoke:

"I stayed up all night writing songs and overslept."

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Ruan Fei started looking at the ceiling.

Guo Jian began to study the patterns of floor tiles.

Cui Hao began to check the production dates of the mineral water.

Jiangbei understood instantly.

Those bastards must have betrayed me.

But he remained calm and even managed to regain control of the rhythm.

"Weren't you guys supposed to be working overtime to rush the new version?"

"What time is it?"

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

The three of them felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and they grabbed their bags and ran away.

Just before leaving, Ruan Fei couldn't resist and whispered in his ear:

"Dude, stop pretending, Liu Yifei knows everything."

boom.

The bedroom door closed, and the living room became quiet again.

Jiang Bei stood still, his eyelids twitching slightly, only one thought remaining in his mind:

These bastards, you can't count on any of them.

Liu Yifei looked at him, a hint of a smile in her eyes:

"Did you really stay up all night writing songs?"

"Absolutely."

Jiangbei remained unfazed.

"Of course, I got stuck in the middle of the inspiration."

So I drank two glasses.

Zhu Yiwen raised an eyebrow: "And what about the results?"

Jiang Bei smiled, but the smile was completely different from before.

Like actors stepping off the stage and creators taking the stage.

"have."

After saying that, he got up and brought his guitar.

He sat down, tuned the strings, tested the sound... his movements were as natural as breathing.

The atmosphere in the room quieted down.

All the embarrassment, awkwardness, and awkwardness just now seemed to have been isolated in another world.

Jiang Bei raised his head and looked at the two of them.

"I did one main thing last night."

"We reworked the end credits song for 'Hannah'."

He paused, then said:

The song is called "Goodbye".

Zhu Yiwen subconsciously sat up straight.

Liu Yifei's gaze also fell on his hands.

Jiangbei continued:

"It would be quite appropriate to send this during graduation season."

Liu Yifei suddenly asked:

"Are you sure you wrote this last night?"

Jiang Bei looked down at the strings, smiled, and offered no explanation or argument, but simply asked:

Does it matter?

The air paused slightly.

The next second, the fingers fell, and the first melody flowed out slowly.

Clean and restrained, like the graduation day in the height of summer, where some people waved goodbye with smiles, but no one dared to say anything to keep them.