Yanjing.

Jingshu drove out of the courtyard of a villa. The car was driving crookedly, as if she had drunk too much.

After leaving the community and getting onto the road, she parked the car on the side of the road before driving far.

The afternoon sun is very bright, and it would be very pleasant to look at the outside world under the shade of a tree, but Jingshu is not in that mood at this time.

She lifted up her skirt and looked at the whip marks on her thighs. After a moment, she leaned on the steering wheel and cried.

She remembered a story.

"Your Majesty, I want to live."

"But there are 100,000 troops outside. If they capture you..."

"I can endure a hundred thousand people. I still want to live."

"One hundred thousand men, there are still horses."

Li Hongtao is really not a human being. No wonder Zhang Ruolan told her before to stay away from the second boss and not get too close.

No matter what she heard, she always felt that it was an opportunity. If she seized it, she would save a few years of struggle.

However, when she was attracted by Li Hongtao, she felt more and more how wise Zhang Ruolan's warning was.

Until last night...

Abnormal!

Jingshu had a great psychological shadow on what happened last night and today, and she trembled all over when she thought about it.

No wonder many female artists in the entertainment industry find it difficult to have children. When they were young, they had too much fun.

Jingshu is also worried that she will not be able to have children in the future.

Those rich people don’t treat women as human beings at all.

Women are just a plaything in their hands, not even as good as clothes.

After crying and sitting for who knows how long, Jingshu started the car and turned on the radio.

"Yanjing Traffic Police reminds all drivers that during peak hours, congestion on the North Second Ring Road is serious..."

The traffic reminder ended, and as expected, the radio station played another song, treating it as a commercial break, allowing the host to take a break.

After an incomprehensible monologue, the prelude sounded, and the sound of the piano was quite sad.

Later.

"It's dark

Lonely and slowly cutting

Someone’s heart starts to hurt again

Love is far away

Long time no see

I can still live like this

..."

Listening to this song, Jingshu felt even more lonely and her heart ached.

A few years ago, she felt that there was no love or no love, just like a group of self-righteous and elegant people collecting, treating a broken thing as if it were a priceless treasure.

Crazy!

Love is the cheapest thing. The rich or those who cannot get it want to praise it and give the poor some hope in their lives.

Let them think that it turns out that everyone can have beautiful love, regardless of rich or poor, high or low.

Life is still very promising.

But now, looking back suddenly, Jingshu realizes that having hope is ultimately happier than having no hope.

Love is the cheapest and also the most precious.

"Who said people have to be happy?

It seems that happiness is chosen by the person

..."

The lyrics sung into her heart. Talented people have emerged from generation to generation. While feeling uncomfortable, Jingshu also admired those who were original and always resonated with the soul inadvertently.

Even if this kind of resonance can make people burst into tears, they are willing to cast themselves like moths into fire.

When the radio music ended, Jingshu still wanted to listen, so she picked up her phone, searched for the song "Loneliness Is Singing", and continued listening.

"You listen to loneliness singing

Gentle and crazy

The sadness is getting deeper

Can anyone help me make it stop?

It's so dark that it looks like it will never get bright again

It doesn’t matter if it’s tomorrow or not

Just watch quietly, it’s hard to let go of youth

Tears are still hot

..."

Good song!

It is very suitable for people who are depressed but cannot vent their feelings.

After listening to it over and over again, Jingshu felt that she was relieved and a little refreshed.

Some people say, if you want to cry, just cry loudly.

It is better to loosen the blockage than to block it, otherwise sooner or later it will become suffocated.

Which singer sang it?

Which musician wrote it?

After cleaning up, Jingshu was in the mood to pay attention to the singer and songwriter.

"Huh?" Jingshu's eyes widened when she saw the original song.

Bai Ya!

The Bai Ya who has a model-level figure but an ordinary face, and left the prosperous times with Zhang Ruolan!

Jingshu is like eating a dead mouse.

The person who made me cry just now and wanted to live or die was actually Bai Ya, whom I had always despised and looked down upon.

Bai Ya ran away with Zhang Ruolan, and Jingshu didn't feel at ease at all.

She only regards Liu Qianqian as her opponent.

What makes her depressed is that her new songs have never been able to compete with Liu Qianqian's new songs.

Even after the company's overwhelming publicity, it has always fallen behind.

Now, Bai Ya, whom she has always looked down upon, has also released a song.

This song is very negative and very similar to Jingshu’s current mentality.

Looking at the reviews and views of "Loneliness Is Singing", Jingshu's heart became even colder.

This song seems to be in great shape even before it starts to work.

After the publicity kept up, another song hit the charts.

Where did Zhang Ruolan find a collaborator so capable of creating?

Jingshu went to read the song information of "Loneliness Is Singing".

"The sun rises in the east!" When she saw the songwriter's name, Jingshu's pupils narrowed.

It’s this guy again!

The songwriter of "A Diao" is Sunrise in the East.

Before this, she had never heard of this person.

After "A Diao" made Liu Qianqian an instant hit, Sunrise East also attracted the attention of insiders.

Fans and netizens only follow the original singer, while insiders prefer to follow the creator.

Because they know that there are countless people who can replace the person who comes to the forefront.

Creators are unique. Although they are not irreplaceable, they are also rare people.

Works are the king.
To be continued...