Fang Jingchu stood up and said, "I lost my composure."
"No," Sheng Canyang said, "it's my problem."
Fang Jingchu stood on the spot, glanced at him blankly, and then said with a smile: "Speaking like this is too polite."
Sheng Canyang: "..."
Fang Jingchu said: "It seems that he suddenly walked away again."
"Sorry." Sheng Canyang said.
Fang Jingchu looked at him with lonely and regretful eyes, smiled again, and said, "Forget it."
He turned to leave, and Sheng Canyang followed him to the door. Fang Jingchu turned his head, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it. His eyes were a little confused, and there was also a little indifference brought by anger. Sheng Canyang suddenly Said: "Wait a minute."
He turned his head, Sheng Canyang ran back to the house, took out a key, and handed it to him. Fang Jing glanced at the key and said, "I'm leaving."
"News on the road." Sheng Canyang said smoothly.
Fang Jingchu said, "Okay, there's no need to send it away."
After the door closed, Sheng Canyang went back to the kitchen to clear away the red wine glasses, and put the wine bottle into the refrigerator. The doorbell rang suddenly, Sheng Canyang stopped what he was doing, looked at the door, and then went to open the door.
Fang Jingchu stood outside the door and said, "Do you really want to forget about it?"
Before Sheng Canyang could speak, Fang Jingchu said, "Do you think you will meet someone more suitable than me in the future?"
"Let's be honest," Fang Jingchu said, "I won't meet again. There isn't so much true love. Everyone is looking for the right person to be with."
Sheng Canyang said, "Do you also think I'm suitable?"
Fang Jing hesitated for a while, but could only say: "I like you."
Sheng Canyang said: "Then why can't I meet?"
Fang Jingchu: "..."
"Do you want to come in and sit?" Sheng Canyang stepped aside and said, "It's cold."
Fang Jingchu didn't move, she looked at him.
Sheng Canyang had no choice but to stand at the door with him, looking at him helplessly.
Fang Jingchu said: "Except for this, I can agree. This is too shameful, and you will regret it in the future."
"Will I regret this kind of thing?" Sheng Canyang said, "Let me go through it myself."
Fang Jingchu saw that he was not going to let go, and said, "Then what shall we do in the future?"
"I will still greet you," Sheng Canyang said, "You can ignore me."
Fang Jingchu: "..."
"Since you have already made a plan," Fang Jingchu took two steps back, spread her hands, and said, "Then do as you wish."
Fang Jingchu said, "You will regret it."
Sheng Canyang said politely: "Okay."
"I came today to congratulate you on solving the He Shanyu matter," Fang Jingchu said, "I thought you liked him, but now it seems that you don't like him either. If you did, you wouldn't wait until now .”
Sheng Canyang asked, "What do you mean?"
Fang Jingchu: "Have you not read the news yet?"
"Look at it," Fang Jingchu said with a self-deprecating smile at the end, "It seems that many people like you, so you don't know how to choose."
Fang Jing turned around and left.
Sheng Canyang glanced at his back, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, but only looked for it on the ranking list, and saw the word Shanyu. Shanyu registered on Weibo and responded to this question.
The bilingual version, with Korean on the top and Chinese on the bottom, has written more than 200 characters, clearly writing the cause and process of the day, and expressing my own thoughts clearly.
Sheng Canyang saw him write: "I have always admired Sheng Canyang, but he has always kept a friendly distance from me. After knowing my heart, he still respects my feelings. I am very grateful to him."
Sheng Canyang took a deep breath, closed the door, and scratched his hair.
Shanyu hasn't contacted him for the past two days, Sheng Canyang thought the incident was over. Did not expect such a follow-up.
He wanted to contact Shanyu, but after thinking about it, he didn't move, and there were many things he couldn't say.
Sheng Canyang's cell phone rang, he picked it up, and a boy's voice came from over there.
Ling Sheng said: "Brother Yang, I finished writing the song, when can you come and listen to it?"
Sheng Canyang said, "Send it here first."
"Okay," Ling Sheng said cautiously, "Are you all right?"
Sheng Canyang said, "Which aspect are you referring to?"
"..."
"Let me listen to the song," Sheng Canyang said, "I'll contact you after listening."
Ling Sheng hurriedly said: "I'm not in a hurry, take your time. But brother, the style of your song actually seems to be very similar to a song."
"Huh?" Sheng Canyang frowned and said, "Which song?"
Ling Sheng said it carefully, and was afraid of angering Sheng Canyang, he said: "I'll send it to you? It's a Mongolian song. When I wrote it, I thought your song was a bit ethnic. I always felt that I had heard it before, and then If you look for it, it really exists, maybe it’s just a coincidence.”
Sheng Canyang's first reaction was that he had bumped into each other. It is impossible for him to copy other people's arrangements, and he didn't refer to others when he wrote the song, but this kind of thing can happen. There are one or two passages in a song that are very similar. Sheng Canyang said, "Send it to me and listen."
Lingsheng also realized that Sheng Canyang probably didn't know about it, so he said: "My suggestion is to change it a little bit. This song has been released for a long time, and some tunes are really similar. I will send it to you."
Then he hung up the phone. Sheng Canyang was not in the mood at first and didn't intend to listen to it right away, but when he put down the phone, he didn't know how to talk to Shanyu, so he turned on the music shared by Ling Sheng.
It is indeed a Mongolian song called "Hai Ran Hai Ran". Before Sheng Canyang wrote this song, he had never heard of it.
He clicked on it and listened, and suddenly felt very familiar, as if he had heard it before, even when he tapped his hand on his leg and beat the beat, he felt that he could sing it.
He hummed a few words, and suddenly a bloody red flooded his mind, dripping blood dripping on the ground, someone was lying beside him, humming softly, Sheng Canyang didn't feel any fear in such a bloody scene, only silence .
Sheng Canyang set the single cycle, and then fell into silence. After a while, the phone rang.
He glanced at the number, paused for a moment, and then picked up.
Ansel said, "Is it convenient to meet up?"
Sheng Canyang: "Now?"
"right."
"Convenience," Sheng Canyang said, "Where are you going?"
Ansel said, "Go downstairs."
Sheng Canyang: "..."
He walked to the window and saw a man standing downstairs with a phone in his hand, looking upstairs.
Sheng Canyang didn't ask how he got in, hung up the phone, put on his clothes and went downstairs.
Ansel leaned in front of the door to smoke, exhaled the smoke ring, and inhaled it again, looking very old-fashioned.
Hearing footsteps, he raised his eyes to look at Sheng Canyang, but he just raised his eyelids, threw the cigarette on the ground, and stomped it out.
Sheng Canyang put his hand in his pocket and said, "What?"
Ansel said, "How much do you remember?"
Sheng Canyang: "?"
"Just tell me," Ansel said impatiently, "how much do you remember?"
Sheng Canyang did not directly answer this question, but said, "What do you think?"
Ansel laughed with some disdain, and said, "You don't remember much, if you didn't see this face, you wouldn't remember anything."
"You make me feel bad," Ansel patted his face and said, "It's quite capable."
Sheng Canyang just looked at him without speaking.
Ansel stood up straight, then looked up at him: "I can tell you what you want to know."
Sheng Canyang asked politely: "Do you need to go upstairs and sit for a while?"
Ansel said bluntly, "I'm not the person you're looking for."
"I'm not Hai Ri," Ansel finally said the name, "he's dead."
Sheng Canyang: "..."
Ansel said with some pleasure: "He was already dead, and turned into ashes in the Second World three years ago."
Sheng Canyang remained calm, but Ansel thought he was pretending to be calm, and said, "I look the same as him, but we have different jobs. He is a defender, but I am not."
Ansel said: "After he left this world, I appeared. All defenders are like this. Someone will live in this world for him. I am his reflection in the second world, taking care of his family for him."
Sheng Canyang said: "So you have nothing to do with him."
"Something," said Ansel, "the same looks, the same age, and if he doesn't age, I won't either."
Sheng Canyang asked: "Then what if he dies?"
Ansel: "I will still be alive, because I am the world's compensation for him."
Sheng Canyang: "..."
Ansel said: "The reflection usually radiates some qualities of the owner. Have you seen it in me?"
Sheng Canyang looked at him and shook his head slowly.
Ansel smiled and said, "That's right, they are all inferior roots."
"What I hate most is love and devotion," Ansel said. "We never believed in that."
Sheng Canyang suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Is it you that I met on the flyover last year?"
"Yes," Ansel said generously, "That was not the first time I met me."
Sheng Canyang looked at his face, and suddenly a figure flashed past, and he suddenly said, "Oh, three years ago."
"Yes," Ansel said with a childish smile, "I was also the one you met before you died. I went to watch your show, and you were still red-haired at that time."
That was before Sheng Canyang committed suicide.
Sheng Canyang understood, and said, "Can you imply that others commit suicide?"
"Ability," Ansel raised his eyebrows, flaunting, "This is a kind of ability, just like Hai Ri can make people want to live, I can make people want to die. The last kick before you jump off the building is also me. I pushed it for you, and I have a feeling you'll thank me."
Sheng Canyang said, "What's the point of doing this?"
Ansel said, "Because I'm not good in nature."
Sheng Canyang put his hand in his pocket, nodded, and said, "One last question."
Sheng Canyang asked: "Who is Hai Ri?"
Ansel's expression changed, and he said, "You don't think of Hai Ri?"
"I remembered something," Sheng Canyang said, "I didn't expect you to say so much, why don't you say more?"
Sheng Canyang asked: "Is he my friend, or my boyfriend?"
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