Shattering the talent show script, sweeping the world film scene

Xie Xingyan walked out of the single-sampling room, politely said goodbye to the staff, and quickly walked towards the dormitory.

Just now, he learned from the program team that Suoran Entertainment had indeed not prepared song copyrights for him, which meant that he could only use some free songs on the Internet, and the free songs were basically just pop songs.

Just as he clenched his fist, the staff member changed the subject and said, "Fortunately, before leaving, Jiangxi Heng gave you a song. Here, this is the sheet music. Take it and find a teacher to arrange it in the next two weeks..."

Xie Xingyan held the two pieces of paper in his arms, and even though there was clothing between them, he felt as if his chest had been burned.

He pressed down even harder as if he wasn't afraid of the pain, his footsteps were like the wind, and a soft sob could be heard in the long corridor.

Why? Why was she so good to him, even silently removing the obstacles in his path before leaving? And why didn't she tell herself?

Xie Xingyan wanted to find Jiangxi Heng to get to the bottom of things.

When I got back to the dorm, it was packed with people.

He paused, then asked, "You guys?"

Gu Zhoubai turned his head and quickly said, "Oh dear, Xie Xingyan, are you done with your interview? Jiangxi Heng has already left! He asked me to tell you that we'll see each other another day."

gone?

Xie Xingyan subconsciously took a step back.

Ling Wushuang, who was standing next to him, helped him up, let go of his hand, pushed up her glasses, and said, "If you had taken the elevator downstairs and chased after him through the back door five minutes ago, you should have been able to catch up. I reckon Jiangxi Heng would have said goodbye to some of the teachers before leaving."

Xie Xingyan's eyes lit up, and she turned to leave.

Ling Wushuang forcefully handed him an umbrella. The young man, who used to make him wary, looked at him gently under the lamplight and said, "It's raining, take an umbrella with you."

Xie Xingyan stared at Ling Wushuang for a moment and then thanked her.

Gu Zhoubai, his hand still raised, said, "...You ran so fast! I was wondering if I could eat the chocolate Ziyou gave him; I'm so drooling!"

Xie Xingyan didn't even know when she started running.

He always remained composed in front of the camera, never revealing such obvious emotional fluctuations.

But now, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were open, and he was clutching an umbrella and a precious gift.

Splash!

He opened the black umbrella at the entrance and Xie Xingyan stepped into the night. This was the first time he had broken the rules and left the camp since he entered.

Rain splashed at his feet, and soon he saw a figure walking ahead.

Tall and upright, Jiangxi Heng has grown to 190 cm tall without anyone noticing.

The sound behind him made Jiangxi Heng turn around subconsciously, and he asked in surprise, "Ayan?"

The two stood two meters apart, silently gazing at each other for a second. Xie Xingyan, with a tense expression, stepped forward, raised her umbrella, and shielded herself from the drizzle.

The man wearing a baseball cap lowered his head slightly and smiled, "Are you done with your individual interview?"

Xie Xingyan's gaze fell on the man's wet shoulder, and she nodded: "It's over."

Jiangxi Heng paused for a moment, then said gently, "I didn't expect you to come out to see me off. Let's stop here; the security guard will stop us if we leave any further."

The rainy night was hazy. Xie Xingyan raised his eyes. They were naturally beautiful eyes, with perfect shape, size and luster. Now they seemed to be wet with rain, and were even a little damp.

Why did you send me this song?

Jiangxi Heng looked down and saw the folder in Xie Xingyan's arms. He wasn't surprised and said, "A parting gift for a friend. Don't you like it?"

Xie Xingyan shook her head, her lips, slightly pale from the cold, curved into a slight smile, and said earnestly and slowly, "I like it, I like it very much."

Jiangxi Heng raised his hand and grasped Xie Xingyan's hand holding the umbrella, only to find it icy cold to the touch.

I was thinking that the other person might get tired from holding the umbrella so hard, so I offered to help. Little did I know that the other person was in a state of extreme cold.

Jiangxi Heng's expression changed slightly: "You should go back quickly. The temperature difference between outside and inside is huge. You're not dressed warmly enough."

Xie Xingyan's right hand was enveloped in a hot palm, and he vaguely remembered that day when the other person's hand was also so hot.

"I'm not cold, I'm just..."

But what? Xie Xingyan didn't know what kind of question she wanted to ask or what kind of answer she wanted to find by chasing after him.

Jiangxi Heng frowned slightly as he warmed his hands, asking, "Just what?"

Xie Xingyan's lips trembled slightly as she whispered, "You gave me such a precious gift, but I don't know what to give in return."

Jiangxi Heng's brows smoothed out, and he leaned back slightly, as if trying to suppress a burst of laughter from his chest.

He said, "Then treat it well and give it a 100% performance, okay?"

Because it was so cold, their breath turned into white mist, swirling between the two and vaguely obscuring the man's deep, handsome brows.

Xie Xingyan, however, saw nothing but appreciation, trust, affection, and encouragement.

A surge of intense emotion coursed through his body, opening up his internal organs and meridians, making him almost unable to resist wanting to get closer to the other person.

He bit his lip and nodded emphatically: "Yes."

Jiangxi Heng released his grip and pushed the umbrella towards Xie Xingyan: "Then let's go back quickly."

The next second, Xie Xingyan grabbed her sleeve.

Filled with fear, hope, pleading, and unease, Xie Xingyan tried to remain calm and asked, "How can I contact you in the future?"

As if he had just thought of something, Jiangxi Heng looked around and took out a cell phone from his pocket.

Xie Xingyan watched this scene in surprise.

Jiangxi Heng coughed lightly: "Sorry, Ayan, I'm one of those who don't follow the rules either."

Xie Xingyan shifted her gaze from her phone to Jiangxi Heng's face, and upon noticing the man's embarrassment, she smiled instead.

He was exquisitely handsome, with striking features like spring flowers in full bloom; his smile was like a thousand flowers in bloom. Yet, his temperament was as aloof as autumn, as clear as ice.

Jiangxi Heng stared intently at Xie Xingyan for a moment, then suddenly said, "I'm having second thoughts. Could I ask for a return gift instead?"

Xie Xingyan: "?" He looked blank, like a kitten.

Jiangxi Heng picked up his phone and said with a smile, "Want to take a photo together? I'll give you my contact information."

Soon the two leaned against each other, sharing the same umbrella, and took their first photo together in the fine winter rain.

The night was pitch black, but the two people in the photo looked radiant, their smiles beautiful.

Jiangxi Heng wrote his phone number on the sheet music and said, "I'll send you a copy of the photo once you add me."

Xie Xingyan had completely calmed down by now, and he nodded quietly: "Okay."

Jiangxi Heng put away his phone: "Now, can you go back?"

Xie Xingyan's gaze swept over Jiangxi Heng's wet shoulders, and she handed him the umbrella: "The boarding point is far from here, take the umbrella with you."

Jiangxi Heng glanced at the building behind Xie Xingyan.

Xie Xingyan understood immediately and said, "I'll run back in a minute, it won't even take three seconds."

Jiangxi Heng pursed his lips, took off his hat, put it on Xie Xingyan's head, tidied his hair, and said with a smile, "Okay."

Looking at Xie Xingyan's overly tense face, Jiangxi Heng extended his right hand before leaving, his smile gentle yet formal: "Xie Xingyan, it's been a pleasure working with you all this time. I'm very happy to have met you."

For men, friendship is not a pure word; it may consist of half genuine and abundant emotions and half a fusion of shared interests and common goals.

However, Xie Xingyan, who was too young, remained stubbornly attached to a pure relationship.

He slowly extended his hand, his fingertips touching the man's, and looked up at him, saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Jiangxi Heng."

I was the one who initially proposed the collaboration; but later, I was also the one who wanted to be good friends.

The two exchanged umbrellas and hats; Jiangxi Heng left behind a song and took away a photograph.

Xie Xingyan ran to the doorway to shelter from the rain, turned around and watched the man's departing figure. He clutched the folder to his chest, as if pressing on his own pounding heart.

*

The couple's relationship is temporarily over, as Heng is going to focus on his career!

I'm taking a day off tomorrow!