Attract your trajectory
Song Shuyang really meant to leave when he said he would. He had already bought the tickets, but he only told Song Nian the night before.
Song Nian has always been open-minded and does not believe in the traditional idea that the whole family must get together during the Chinese New Year. He believes that the future is more important and strongly supports his son in his career.
Song Shuyang stole another glance at Jin Zhou. He was eating slowly and leisurely the whole time without saying a word.
When packing at night, Song Nian reminded me: "It's cold over there, bring two extra down jackets."
"I know, Mom."
"Where's your ID? Don't put it in the suitcase, put it in the bag you're carrying."
"Oh, I see. It's not the first time I've traveled far away alone."
Song Nian was still chattering, and no one knew when he stopped. Song Shuyang suddenly found that his ears were much quieter. He looked up and found that Jin Zhou had replaced Song Nian.
His expression immediately turned cold, "Get out."
Jin Zhou didn't move.
Song Shuyang got angry and stepped over the suitcase to push him out, "Get out, I don't want to see you."
Jin Zhou didn't say a word, but just handed the jade to him.
On the day they had a falling out, Song Shuyang took it off and threw it at his face. Jin Zhou almost couldn't catch it. If it had hit the marble floor, it would have at least broken a corner.
Song Shuyang only looked up once, then quickly turned his face away, "I don't want your broken stone, get out of here."
"It's all covered in your saliva," Jin Zhou ruthlessly exposed him, "Wear it, it recognizes its owner."
“…”
Song Shuyang hated himself for not being able to quit the bad habit of holding something in his mouth.
He accepted it reluctantly, and if he left it with Jin Zhou, he had no idea what this pervert would do with it.
Jin Zhou's expression finally brightened a little, and he softly reminded her, "Be careful when you go over there. If you have any trouble, call your brother."
He just didn't mention Peng Fan. Song Shuyang knew that this topic was now a minefield between the two of them.
That day in the bathroom, he was possessed by his own faults and failed to push Jin Zhou away in time. If he had to share the blame, he could also take 1% of it, so his attitude softened a little, leaving room for improvement between the two of them.
"I'll deal with you when I come back."
As soon as the plane landed, Song Shuyang felt a chill invading his bones and pulled his scarf tighter.
Peng Fan had been here for a few days, and he wanted to take him for a walk around the area to familiarize himself with the environment. Song Shuyang said with a smile, "Brother Fan, I know this place better than you do."
As a person who grew up in the Jiangnan area, Song Shuyang doesn't usually speak in a Beijing accent. He just speaks with a higher frequency of erhua, which makes people not think that he is from Beijing.
Peng Fan was also surprised, "You don't look like a northerner."
He has delicate and small features and a small skull, completely typical of a southerner.
Song Shuyang chuckled, "Yeah, my mother is from the south, so I look more like her."
"Then I still have to rely on you for protection."
"That's not the case, but I know all the delicious food here."
Peng Fan laughed out loud, thinking that his accent switch was a bit funny.
Song Shuyang moved into the dormitory Peng Fan had arranged for him. It was a nice, double room with its own bathroom and toilet. He shared a room with a young man who looked a bit older than him. Song Shuyang was a social butterfly, and he'd already checked out the man's household registration on their first night. His name was Wei Yan, a senior majoring in media, a local from outside the Sixth Ring Road. He was also here for a winter break internship, sharing the same position as Song Shuyang.
Song Shuyang had a good impression of Wei Yan. Most male college students were a bit sloppy, but Wei Yan had cleaned the dormitory tidy and smelled fresh before he came. Living with a clean roommate made him less worried.
Jin Zhou called before going to bed. Song Shuyang thought about it and decided to go to the balcony to answer the call.
"What?" He said in a cold tone.
"Have you arrived at the dorm yet? Are you getting along with your roommates? What are they like?"
Song Shuyang was almost pissed off by him and deliberately taunted him: "Super handsome guy, I fell in love with him the first time I saw him, can you please stop bothering me with flirting?"
Jin Zhou knew that he was just saying it out of anger, so he didn't take it too seriously. "As long as we're easy to get along with, that's all. Go to bed early and do your best to report for the first day tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Song Shuyang stayed on the balcony for a while. Perhaps because he had returned to the land of his birth, he felt more cheerful and less sentimental than in Jiang City. This showed how much the environment affects people. He decided that when he had time in the future, he would take Jin Zhou to live further north for a while, so that he wouldn't always be so vulnerable.
On the other side of the glass door, Wei Yan called him: "Yangyang, I'm going to sleep. You should go to bed early too."
"Oh, okay."
The next day, Song Shuyang and Wei Yan were taken by Peng Fan to report. In addition to the two of them who were in charge of promotion, Peng Fan had more than a dozen people under him. It was an independent team, so he didn't really need to contact the senior leaders, which was a good thing.
On the first day, Peng Fan asked him to learn something, gave him an account, and asked him to come up with an operation plan within three days.
Song Shuyang already had experience operating Jin Zhou's account, so he was not unfamiliar with this. He finished it in a day and a half. He showed it to Peng Fan, who approved it. "Okay, let's do it."
Wei Yan, who was in charge of the same task, made slower progress. Song Shuyang didn't have so many ideas in his mind. After finishing his own work, he helped Wei Yan and gave him some suggestions.
With his pleasing appearance and lively and cheerful personality, he quickly became friends with other team members. In contrast, Wei Yan was two years older than Song Shuyang, but his interpersonal skills were not as good as his. After a week, he was still just working hard. Song Shuyang couldn't bear to see anyone being left out, so he always brought him along when chatting with everyone.
Jin Zhou called again in the evening. It was snowing heavily outside. Song Shuyang was afraid of the cold and was a bit lazy, so he answered the phone in the room. Anyway, Jin Zhou just asked about his well-being and reported on the situation at home.
Wei Yan couldn't help but feel curious about the fact that he called every night, "Who is this person to you?"
Before hanging up the phone, Song Shuyang was afraid that saying boyfriend would make Jin Zhou feel good, so he deliberately said, "My brother."
"My dear brother?"
"Damn it." Song Shuyang made up a lie and didn't want to say that this bastard and he had the same mother.
Wei Yan felt even more puzzled when he said that. He could understand calling his brother every day, but wasn't he being too close to his cousin?
A young man's mellow voice came from the phone, with a hint of teasing: "Zizi, is this how you introduce your brother to others?"
Song Shuyang hung up the phone quickly, too lazy to pay any more attention to Jin Zhou. He was still angry and was waiting to finish his internship before going home to have a good talk with him.
Young people who have just entered the workplace are more enthusiastic than cows when they work. Song Shuyang hardly takes a rest. After finishing his own work, he rushes to help others and shoot some materials by the way. In a week, his account gained 10,000 followers, and each video had a high number of views, which made Wei Yan envious.
His background in media was actually more suitable than Song Shuyang's, but playing on the internet was 90% talent and 10% technology. Wei Yan was very distressed and asked Song Shuyang: "Have you ever created other accounts before?"
Song Shuyang openly showed Jin Zhou's account, "My brother runs a bar, and I'm doing this for fun when I have nothing to do. The number of views will be low at first, but I just need to keep doing it."
Wei Yan sighed, "Your account, which you created just for fun, already has hundreds of thousands of followers. I definitely can't compare to you."
Song Shuyang comforted him: "It's okay, try to find the feeling again."
Peng Fan suddenly asked in the work group: [Is there anyone who can sing or dance? @All members]
Song Shuyang was not at all modest when he encountered an opportunity to express himself. He immediately raised his hand and said, "I, I, I can play the guitar, what's wrong?"
Peng Fan came directly to his office to find him.
At the end of the year, many companies hold annual meetings in their hotels, and annual meetings must have performances. Generally, in addition to employees entertaining themselves, better companies will invite professional singers or actors to perform on stage. However, the singer hired by the company holding the annual meeting in Hall C today was stuck in traffic and could not make it in time, so they asked their hotel if they could find someone to save the situation.
Song Shuyang immediately patted his chest and said, "No problem, just find me a guitar."
Peng Fan really didn't know he had this skill, so he praised him in front of everyone: "Not bad, a decathlon."
Song Shuyang laughed, "It's always good to have many skills."
Peng Fan actually dug out a guitar from some corner. Song Shuyang started playing it, but it was bad. This guitar had been there for who knows how many centuries and was out of tune. He didn't know how to repair it.
He had already boasted about it, and he couldn't just run away at this moment. He struggled between losing face and being embarrassed, and decisively found a small empty warehouse and called Jin Zhou for help via video.
Jin Zhou didn't rush to tease him, but dealt with the important matters first. After some guidance, he really turned decay into something magical. Although the sound quality was still average, it was good enough for non-professionals to sound like the real thing.
Song Shuyang said "thank you" expressionlessly and was about to hang up the phone.
"Zizi~" Jin Zhou called out in a drawling voice, "You just throw it away after use, and there's no reward?"
"Go away! I haven't even settled the score with you for hurting me last time, and you're even asking for a reward."
"I was wrong. Next time, I will definitely lubricate it properly."
Song Shuyang wrinkled his nose, "You still want to have a next time, it will be so beautiful for you."
After he hung up the phone, he realized that the door had opened a crack at some point. He ran out nervously to take a look, but there was no one around. He guessed that the door was not closed tightly and was blown open by the wind.
Peng Fan sent him a message asking: [The show is about to start, is it done? ]
Song Shuyang: [Watch me operate]
He went on stage with his guitar, adjusted the microphone stand, and made an "OK" gesture to the sound engineer.
It’s still his signature song: "Mercury".
"I am fascinated by your eyes, and I can find traces of the galaxy..."
Song Shuyang was so familiar with it that he no longer needed to think about it to play and sing. He was distracted and thought about his first live broadcast with Jin Zhou.
At that time, he knew nothing and spoke harshly to Jin Zhou at every turn. Now thinking back, those words were like a blunt knife cutting his flesh.
What kind of mood was Jin Zhou in when he sang this song beside him?
The person I like is playing the accompaniment beside me, so close yet so far away, yet I cannot get close to him. With an almost desperate love, I stand in the position of an older brother with restraint, living in the abyss of sweetness and pain day after day.
Song Shuyang knew how inappropriate he had been towards Jin Zhou before.
When he was laughing and playing around Jin Zhou, Jin Zhou would always look at him with a happy but lonely expression. Song Shuyang didn't understand it before, but now he finally understands it.
It wasn't Jin Zhou's intention to follow his path at all.
It was simply because he got too close, disrupting Jin Zhou's original trajectory and turning him into an asteroid that could only revolve around him.
He didn't want to cry at someone else's company's annual meeting, for fear of spoiling their fun and bringing bad luck to them, so he stopped singing after singing "How Can I, Traveling Around the Planet, Have You" and changed to a second cheerful song.
Just now, the audience was busy toasting each other, but when the atmosphere became lively, everyone's attention shifted to the stage and they all took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
Song Shuyang's emotions were also aroused. He stood up with his guitar in his arms, jumping to the rhythm of the music, with a sunny smile on his face, which was particularly eye-catching.
He was very excited once he got into the singing mood. He was reluctant to leave after singing three songs. The audience was shouting in unison, "One more song". Even the company boss didn't think he had enough and whispered to the people around him if he could sing a few more songs for extra money.
But it didn't work. The annual meeting had its own procedures. Song Shuyang was pulled down by the host. Before leaving, he shouted "bye" into the microphone, which made the host laugh.
He stepped down from the stage and took the water that Peng Fan handed to him, and only then did he realize how embarrassed he felt.
"Was I a little too conspicuous just now?"
Peng Fan said, "No, the big boss came to see me just now and praised me, saying that you are very expressive."
Song Shuyang was shocked. "Big boss? Which big boss?"
"He's the boss of our hotel."
"The one that's always on the news?"
Song Shuyang almost fainted.
This is really an eye-opener.
But generally speaking, he was very happy to be in the spotlight. He was still very excited when he returned to the dormitory at night, and he couldn't stop reviewing his performance. "Actually, I played several notes wrong. Brother Fan said that the big boss was there. I don't know if he heard it. It was so embarrassing."
Song Shuyang had not yet recovered from his excitement and did not notice that Wei Yan was unusually silent tonight and kept talking to himself.
He was used to being talkative in front of Jin Zhou, but he couldn't stand it when facing others. Wei Yan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly yelled at him: "Are you annoying?"
Song Shuyang was stunned by the yelling, and then he realized that it was someone else and not Jin Zhou.
He was not shy and apologized when he made a mistake: "I'm sorry, I talked too much."
"What's so great about being a clown on stage? It's just grandstanding."
After saying this, Wei Yan turned over to face the wall and wrapped himself in the quilt.
Since Song Shuyang grew up, almost everyone around him has praised him and liked his lively personality. Even a serious person like Peng Fan has become more cheerful because of him. This is the first time that someone has spoken so harshly to him.
It would be a lie to say that I didn't feel uncomfortable. I ran so far in the freezing cold weather to come for an internship, thinking I made friends, but I didn't expect that the other person felt this way about me.
He lay down on his side silently and said "I'm sorry" again.
Wei Yan ignored him.
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