Chapter Eighty-Three: A Common Memory
On the day of the festival, Wen Xun wore an ordinary light-colored short-sleeved shirt, with a work badge of the Ministry of Information and his own camera around his neck, and a pair of distressed jeans and a pair of sports white shoes underneath - a very plain staff look.
She stood in a more photographic position on the side of the stage, and when the lights came on, she stood in the shadows, as if she were invisible.
When the host in the evening dress came to the stage, she clicked and clicked offstage.
When the classmate in a long coat who said cross talk came to the stage, she clicked and clicked offstage.
When the girl who sang Jiang Xiangyang's song came on stage, she was still clicking and rubbing offstage.
But only this girl who sang Jiang Xiangyang's song made Wen find some of her thoughts and no longer be a ruthless photo tool. She listened to the familiar lyrics and melodies in her ears, and slowly remembered some things from the past.
This song was released in the year when Jiang Xiangyang first debuted, not only that, but it was also a small sign that the relationship between Wen Xun and Jiang Xiangyang broke the ice later.
At that time, Wen Xun knocked on the dialog box with Jiang Xiangyang and sent him a video of singing, and said, "I can barely sing." In the video, Jiang Xiangyang sang this song.
This is a song about family affection, and the lyrics and songs are made by Jiang Xiangyang. Because Uncle Jiang was still there at that time, his family was still very complete and happy, and the tone of this song was also very warm and happy, with the ethereal and clean voice of the girl singing on stage today, it was very suitable.
It's just that what others see is a girl holding a guitar and singing softly on the stage, but Wen Xun seems to see Jiang Xiangyang who was lying on the table and writing words seriously through this scene.
Wen Xun put down the camera he had been holding in his hand and let it hang freely in front of him. She took out her mobile phone, took a video on stage, and then sent it to Jiang Xiangyang.
Jiang Xiangyang, who was busy, did not reply immediately, but after this small act, Wen Xun's mood still improved inexplicably, and the boring shooting work became subjectively more interesting.
It was already night when Jiang Xiangyang saw Wen Xun's news, he had just finished recording a variety show and removed his makeup, and he was able to look at his mobile phone for a while while sitting in the nanny car and returning to the company.
He clicked on the video sent by Wen Xun, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows quickly became stained with a smile.
However, he wanted to tease her, and he wanted to reply very hatefully: she didn't sing very well.
His memory of this song is the same as Wen Xun's, and he remembers very clearly that this is the song that Wen Xun sent to him when he announced to him that the Cold War was over.
It was also springβthe season of spring, which seemed to be a good time to get back together. Wen Xun, who has not managed him much since Jiang Xiangyang's debut, suddenly shared a video of him singing this song to him. It is no exaggeration to say that Jiang Xiangyang was so moved that he was about to cry at that time. He immediately called Wen Xun, and was busy with the sound for a long time, so loud that he wanted to give up, and Wen Xun finally answered.
But Jiang Xiangyang just opened his mouth and said, "Grandma, forgive me?" Wen Xun hung up the phone.
Jiang Xiangyang was confused - which reverse scale did I touch her again?
But fortunately, since then, the relationship between the two has eased a lot. Jiang Xiangyang's messages to Wen Xun will slowly get a reply, sometimes he is very busy, Wen Xun will also send him a lot of messages at once, and when he is busy and sees it, he will smile very satisfied.
For so long, Wen Xun has refused to tell Jiang Xiangyang about her music account, she said that it was because the songs she loved to listen to had nothing to do with him, and she was afraid of hitting him. But in fact, the songs she listens to most often are all sung by him.
Even during the Cold War, she never stopped paying attention to him. But that little bit of arrogance always has to be retained, she doesn't want Jiang Xiangyang to feel that she likes him too much, so it will be easy for him not to cherish it.
Back at this time, Wen Xun, who was sitting in front of the computer, couldn't help but roll his eyes when he looked at Jiang Xiangyang's return sentence "I didn't sing well".
She deliberately replied to him in a weird way: "Mmmmmmmm, yes, yes, only Jiang Daxing sings well." β
The door of the bedroom was pushed open, Wen Xun looked back, and it was Xu Huairou who came unexpectedly.
"You're so late. Wen Xun looked at the time displayed on the computer. "It's past ten o'clock. β
When Xu Huairou got closer, Wen Xun smelled the smell of wine from her, but she didn't ask much, Xu Huairou didn't mention it herself, she looked at Wen Xun's screen and asked, "What are you doing so late?"
"Official account. Wen Xun stretched as he replied, "I can beg the school not to do so many activities anymore." For this art festival, from the pre-shooting to the post-interview to the final publicity public account, it was all done by me and a junior. With a few more events like this, I almost forgot what I was studying. β
Xu Huairou smiled, "But I think you're actually quite suitable for journalism." β
"Really?" Wen Xun shook his head, "I don't know. I don't know what I'm a good fit for, or even what I want to do. β
"That's because you're good at everything, so it's hard to choose. β
Wen Xun was a little embarrassed to be praised, and said with a smile, "Don't lift me up, I'm okay in school, and I don't know how many social beatings I will have to go through to grow up when I enter the society in the future." β
The mobile phone in his hand vibrate, Wen Xun picked it up and looked at it, it was Jiang Xiangyang who sent several photos in the small planet. She looked at them a little confused, and found that these were all photos taken a long time ago, and there was a lot of black history in them.
She was embarrassed, opened the chat history with Jiang Xiangyang, and asked him: You, here, what, what.
Jiang Xiangyang didn't know why: I'm in the car.
Wen Xun was embarrassed again: ...... I'm not talking about this, I'm saying, what are you doing all of a sudden with a bunch of old photos.
Jiang Xiangyang said: Oh, you said this. The video you sent me today reminds me of the past, so I'm going to post these memories that belong to us.
Wen Xun: The part of black history should always be omitted.
Jiang Xiangyang joked and said: Why? Ah, I know, Wen Da Beauty's burden is heavier than mine.
Wen Xun didn't bother to reply to him, and clicked on those photos to see again.
Except for after falling in love, the two of them almost didn't take serious selfies, and Jiang Xiangyang's posts were all taken casually by Wen Xun's parents or Jiang Xiangyang's parents before. They always look silly in the photos, and unsurprisingly, they are smiling at any of them.
After looking through them, I don't think these ugly photos are any kind of black history, Wen Xun saved all these photos, and together with the group photos and videos they took together, he created a new album in his own system album, named: We.