As soon as my friend finished speaking, the snow cakes around him stopped.

Snow cake friend: "?"

"Love love love love love love love... idol?!" Xue Ping heard the singing in the bar, turned her eyes to the direction of the resident singer, and then screamed, "Ahhhhh, I went out to travel and saw my idol wuwuwu."

Snow cake friend: "???"

"That's Weiwei!" The snow cake dragged into the corner by a friend's mouth, argued, "That's definitely my idol. I have collected thousands of pictures of him, and I can recognize him at any angle, whether it's the side face, the front face or the back."

Xue Ping tried hard to cover her mouth and suppress her joy: "It's great, the fairy town you brought me to is so great. You are worthy of being the friend who understands me the most."

Snow cake friend: "…"

Who was complaining that this was a broken town just now?

"What's your idol? Gu Wei?" My friend racked his brains and planned to pour cold water after careful consideration. "He is a traffic star, after all, he is a traffic star. Think about why a traffic star doesn't reunite with his family during the Chinese New Year. Why did he come to a bar to sing local folk songs? Why didn't he sing his own songs?"

This friend thinks his doubts are justified and well-founded.

On the other hand, Gu Wei finished singing a song, flipped through the music library of He Yan’s bar, and accidentally discovered a song from T.ATW last year.

"It's too deserted, do you want to have fun?" Gu Wei said to himself, chose the accompaniment, and sang the songs in his group.

The snow cake is crazy, and my friends can no longer hold it.

"Hurry, if you can talk, just say a few more words!" Xue Ping beat the table, "Weiwei, ahhh, I will actually see him here."

The friend of Snow Cake shut up completely.

The fast-paced songs can indeed drive the atmosphere, and the aura in this bar changed instantly.

"Did the little brother debut?" I don't know who shouted, "This appearance and voice are sure to beat many traffic stars now."

"Boss, the newly hired resident singer is good." Someone praised it.

"Look, I'll talk." Jiang Xun and Gu Wei's neighbors were having a lot of fun.

"Compared with the past, he has really changed a lot." Gu Wei's former neighbor He Yan sighed.

"What was he like before?" Jiang Xun asked.

"I used to feel like a quiet child. He was very polite, but he didn't like talking." He Yan recalled, "The neighbors around him like him very much, but then one day, their family moved away, and I never thought he would come back."

"Do you still have an impression of what their family is like?"

"If you are his boyfriend in their family, you should know that it is more complicated and a divorced family." He Yan frowned. "People around here say that his mother is a gentle woman, saying that his father in the city is not a thing, but I think there may be deviations in this."

Jiang Xun: "Why?"

Gu Wei changed his songs again, waved at Jiang Xun from afar, beat the drum set, Jiang Xun shook the wine glass in his hand at him and drank it all in one go.

"I saw it once through the window. In the late winter night, he was sitting in the back of the yard wearing a single dress, with injuries on his face, as if he was crying, but when I went out, he was no longer there." He Yan recalled, "In the middle of the night, who else would beat him except his mother?"

"Has he said it?" Jiang Xun asked.

"No, it's like that never happened."

Jiang Xun's hands holding the cup tightened, picked up half of the wine glass and put it down heavily.

Gu Wei was watched everywhere he went on weekdays. He rarely went back to a familiar place and sang a few songs. After being excited, he realized his tiredness.

The waiter at the bar handed a tray to him, and there was a glass of carefully prepared wine on it.

Gu Wei: "...I didn't order?"

"The gentleman by the window ordered it to give it to you." The waiter pointed to the window where several customers were sitting, and the few who had just called for him to debut.

"Sorry, he can't drink very well." A hand appeared in front of Gu Wei, blocking the wine glass handed over by the waiter.

The snow cake friend listened for half an hour, and finally heard a different sound. He was flipping through the short video he recorded just now. The phone in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, breaking the screen.

"Safe in pieces." Xue Ping looked dull, "It's so good."

"I'm convinced you." said the friend, "Is there such a good opportunity? Don't you want a photo or autograph?"

"I won't go." Xue Ping looked at Jiang Xun and Gu Wei not far away, shook her head firmly with tears in her eyes, "Fans should stay away from their idol's life, it's enough for me to look at him from a distance."

In the evening, Yi Qing was playing a game and received a video sent by Xue Ping.

[Sunny Doll]:!!!

[Sunny Doll]: Where did it come from?

[Snow Cake]: The town I told you yesterday.

[Snow Cake]: I have converted to CP fans, so I will join the group, thank you.

*

"You guys talk." He Yan saw that the two of them had something to talk about, so he got up and went to help with the cocktail.

"Do you sing happily?" Jiang Xun pushed the fruit wine he just ordered to Gu Wei.

"Didn't you say you won't let me drink?" Gu Wei asked.

"Others' things cannot, mine." Jiang Xun put a rectangular box on the table, "Do you want to set off fireworks?"

"Fairy wand? Where did it come from?" The fruit wine tasted very good. When Gu Wei spoke, there was a fruity aroma between his lips.

"Look for your neighbor to ask for." Jiang Xun said, "That's the best thing in the town. No one cares about it, just set off fireworks and firecrackers."

When the two of them came during the day, firecracker paper exploded on the cement roadside, and the New Year atmosphere was very strong.

"Then go to my yard." Gu Wei suggested, "No one would disturb you."

Jiang Xun and Gu Wei's neighbors had a lot of fun talks. In a short period of time, they got a lot of fireworks. Gu Wei sat on the steps and saw Jiang Xun bent down and lit two small sprays of flowers. He smiled and felt a little drunk.

"What are you thinking?" The end of the fireworks holding was sharp. Jiang Xun did not hand it to Gu Wei, but held it in his hand and hid it tightly.

"I'm thinking that the new drama will be broadcast soon." Gu Wei said truthfully.

"Why did you suddenly think of this?" Jiang Xun's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring Gu Wei at this time.

"Don't laugh at me when you say it." Gu Wei was a little uncertain, "... Do you still remember Miao Zihan? The role I played in the drama. I looked through the second floor of Miao Zihan's house several times before the director felt satisfied. I suddenly felt that the second floor of my house is very similar to Miao Zihan's house."

"What about you?" Jiang Xun did not laugh, but asked seriously, "Are you similar to him?"

Gu Wei didn't know why Jiang Xun asked this for a moment, but at the same time, the fireworks that Jiang Xun had lit before gradually darkened, and only the one in Jiang Xun's hand was still emitting small stars.

The little stars of fireworks popped out one by one, and Gu Wei suddenly felt that the purpose of their trip seemed to gradually become clear.

"I said before, I was ten years ago..."

At that moment, it seemed like time and space were reversed, and he saw himself when he was nine years old-fashioned—

It was the same night, the lights were on in the room on the second floor, and the flower pots were planted on the windowsill. The cactus he bought from the school gate when he was nine years old.

"Do you still want to learn to dance?"

"I have taught you so many times, why can't I learn it?"

Anger distorted the woman's beautiful and delicate face. The nine-year-old Gu Wei shrank by the window and did not dare to speak or move.

This scene has happened too many times. Ling Yixuan is very gentle on weekdays, but when she teaches him to dance, she is especially impatient. He thinks that as usual, as long as she doesn't speak or conflict, she can get through it smoothly.

But this time it's different.

"Why are you as useless as your father?" Ling Yixuan's voice was filled with crying, "His script can't be written at all. Do you want to be the same as him in the future?"

"...I remembered it." Many years later, Gu Wei held Jiang Xun's sleeve in the yard, "I know why I became Miao Zihan's life when filming."

Because there are overlapping parts in their lives.

On the night when he was nine years old, Ling Yixuan's eyes finally fell on the pot of cactus on the windowsill.

"Why do you want to buy these useless things all day long?" Anger made Ling Yixuan lose his mind and overturned the flower pot on the table. She grabbed Gu Wei's hand and pressed it on the spike of the cactus.

...

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Gu Wei's whole body in Jiang Xun's arms was trembling. Jiang Xun knew that the thin words could not calm Gu Wei down, so he stroked Gu Wei's back over and over again.

"I... is actually fine." Apart from the reaction of his body, Gu Wei finally saw the light of day again. This feeling seemed more like healing to him, so calmer than he thought. "It turns out... I am afraid of sharp things because of this, and I forgot them all."

In my memory, only Ling Yixuan hugged him and apologized repeatedly, but he forgot the most important part.

After so many years, I forgot the grievances and pains at that time, but I still remember them in my subconscious mind, so when I see a sharp object, I have a physiological reaction first.

Thinking about it now, it seems that it is really not that scary.

"Chu Yi said before that forgetting is a kind of protection, but it does not mean that it will not hurt you anymore. You can only face your fear by remembering it." Jiang Xun said, "It would have been great if I met you earlier. I would definitely wait downstairs of your house every day to find an opportunity to kidnap you."

Gu Wei imagined that scene and raised the corners of his mouth.

"When I think about it, will you hate her?" Jiang Xun asked.

Gu Wei shook his head and his breathing was no longer messy: "No hatred, hatred is a waste of time. Compared to those, I have more important things to do."

Because this is not tearing open the wounds of the past, this is a new life.

He opened Jiang Xun's finger holding the fireworks, and the sharp handle of the fireworks appeared in front of him. Gu did not try to touch it. He was still a little trembling, but he did not have the dizziness as strong as before.

"Okay, it's already OK." Jiang Xun hugged the person in his arms and "Take it slow."

"Actually, the choreography of the title song was a farewell to the past for me." The surrounding environment was so quiet that Gu Wei told Jiang Xun a lot of things that he would not usually mention, "but later it was taken away."
To be continued...