mijobooks Chapter 110 Your ex-boyfriend became famous, and you became famous along with him!
Chapter 110 Your ex-boyfriend became famous, and you became famous along with him!
The comments below have already started to stir up trouble.
"Zhang Lei is doing quite well now. Wang Bo wasn't good enough for her back then, was he?"
"I heard that Wang Bo was depressed for a long time after being dumped, and even wrote a sour song."
Su Xiaoxiao's expression grew colder the more she looked at it.
She switched to WeChat and found Wang Bo: "Did you see the trending topics?"
Wang Bo quickly replied: "I saw it."
"Do I need a response?"
"No need." Wang Bo replied calmly, "Old stories only get more interesting the more we respond. Let them stir things up; it'll just increase the show's popularity."
Su Xiaoxiao laughed: "You're quite open-minded."
"It's not that I'm open-minded, it's that it's unnecessary," Wang Bo said. "I have my own work now, and the audience listens to the songs, not gossip."
"But it will affect your image."
"My image is that of a singer; all I need to do is sing well."
Su Xiaoxiao felt a warmth in her heart as she read the reply.
This man is always so clear-headed and so resolute.
She switched back to the Weibo page, looked at the negative comments, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.
Since you were the ones who acted unethically first, don't blame me.
Su Xiaoxiao opened her memo app and wrote a press release herself.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the city, a man in his thirties was sitting in front of his computer, listening to "Those Flowers" on repeat.
His name is Chen Yu, and he is a programmer. He just got home after working overtime.
I turned on my computer to watch some shows to relax, but then I heard this song.
"Let's just leave some stories unfinished."
"Those feelings have become indistinguishable from the truth over the years."
Chen Yu's hand stopped on the mouse.
He recalled the night he graduated from university ten years ago, sitting on the playground with the girl he had secretly loved for four years.
The girl said, "I'm going to the capital."
He said, "I will stay in Lin'an."
The two remained silent for a long time before the girl finally smiled and said, "That's settled then. Let's keep in touch."
But they never contacted each other again.
Chen Yu had thought countless times: if he had been braver back then, if he had said, "I'll go to the capital with you," would the outcome have been different?
But life doesn't offer "what ifs".
"Now this place is overgrown with weeds and devoid of flowers."
"Fortunately, I once had your spring, autumn, winter and summer."
Chen Yu covered his face, tears streaming through his fingers.
Ten years have passed, and he thought he had long since let go.
But this song is like a key, opening that long-sealed door.
He took out his phone and found the number he hadn't dialed in ten years.
After hesitating for a long time, he ultimately did not make the call.
I just sent a text message: "I just heard a song that reminded me of you. How are you?"
send.
Then he turned off his phone, leaned back in his chair, listened to music, and cried like a dog.
There are many people like Chen Yu tonight.
In rented rooms in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen; in small homes in second- and third-tier cities; on beds in school dormitories...
"Those Flowers" is like a silent rain, soaking the memories of many people.
In the apartment rented by Wang Bo.
He was sitting on the sofa, looking at the city lights outside the window, holding a guitar in his hand, casually strumming the strings.
My phone vibrated; it was a video call request from Zhou Yuji.
The call connected, and Zhou Yuji's bright face appeared on the screen, with the starry sky of the Western Regions as the background.
"Little Wang!" Zhou Yuji's eyes were red. "You made me cry again!"
Wang Bo laughed: "Sister Zhou, you can still watch TV programs in the Western Regions?"
"What era are we living in? Every village has electricity and internet!" Zhou Yuji sniffed. "That song... makes me miss my flowers."
"Sister Zhou must have a lot of flowers," Wang Bo joked.
"Get lost!" Zhou Yuji laughed and scolded, then said seriously, "Wang Bo, this song will become a classic, you believe me."
"I believe you," Wang Bo nodded.
"Also," Zhou Yuji lowered her voice, "Xiaoxiao told me that Starlight Media is up to no good behind my back. Don't worry, even though I'm in the Western Regions, I still have connections. If they dare to go too far, I'll make them regret it."
Wang Bo nodded: "Thank you, Sister Zhou."
"No need to thank me, you're my artist—and former artists are still my artists!" Zhou Yuji said domineeringly. "Alright, that's all, I'm going to go stargazing. You should go to sleep early, don't stay up late writing songs."
The video call ended.
Night has fallen, but the city remains brightly lit.
I wonder how many people will lose sleep tonight because of this song, how many will flip through old photo albums, and how many will remember those flowers scattered across the world.
Meanwhile, in a group chat of Starlight Media...
"I'm having trouble keeping Wang Bo under control."
"We'll continue to promote Qin Xiao and Li Xuan while suppressing Wang Bo. Once Wang Bo's popularity dies down, the audience will naturally forget about him."
"But Wang Bo's song... has become incredibly popular, with over 50 million plays across the entire internet in such a short time."
"So what if it explodes? There are plenty of things that are just a flash in the pan."
"The entertainment industry is full of people who become famous overnight and then fade away. In the next episode, we'll have Qin Xiao sing an even more explosive song, and the audience will naturally shift their attention."
"Proceed as planned. Also, continue releasing dirt on Wang Bo and hype up his affair with Zhang Lei—audiences love this kind of love-hate drama."
A film and television city, Ming and Qing palace scenic area.
"Cut! Congratulations to Zhang Lei on wrapping up filming!"
At the director's shout, the entire crew burst into applause.
Wearing an elaborate Qing Dynasty-style qipao and a heavy headdress, Zhang Lei bowed and thanked everyone around her, her face bearing a perfectly measured tired smile.
She spent two whole months on the set of "Deep Palace Scheme," playing a tragic character who rises from palace maid to imperial concubine.
For the past two months, the filming has been almost entirely in seclusion. I would get my makeup done at 5 a.m. every day and film until late at night. My phone was mostly with my assistant, and when I did get it back, I would just quickly call home to let them know I was safe.
After having a few drinks at the wrap party, Zhang Lei returned to the hotel at midnight.
She slumped onto the sofa, letting her assistant help her remove her headdress, and finally had time to pick up her phone.
47 missed calls and 999+ unread WeChat messages.
Zhang Lei frowned and first opened the chat window of her agent, Sister Mei.
"Leilei, come back to the company immediately after filming wraps! It's urgent!"
"Call back immediately upon seeing this message!"
"Zhang Lei! If you don't answer the phone, I'm coming to Hengdian!"
Zhang Lei's heart tightened, and she quickly dialed Sister Mei's number.
"My dear aunt, you're finally alive!" Sister Mei's voice was urgent and agitated. "The earliest flight back to Shanghai is tomorrow; there's an important meeting at the company!"
"Sister Mei, what happened?" Zhang Lei asked anxiously. "I just finished filming, can I rest for a couple of days?"
"What do you mean 'take a break'! You're famous now—no, your ex-boyfriend is famous, and you've become famous because of him!"
Zhang Lei was taken aback: "Ex-boyfriend? Who?"
"Wang Bo!" Sister Mei's voice rose eight octaves. "Don't tell me you've forgotten about him!"
Wang Bo.
The name was like a small pebble thrown into the deep pool of Zhang Lei's memory, stirring up only a tiny, almost imperceptible ripple.
She almost forgot.