Chapter 397 Levee Break

   "Excellent."

  Jiang Yang is proud, "My band."

  Wu Xiu raised his voice: "Does your wife know?"

  Jiang Yang: "Songs written and composed by my wife—"

"Oh shit!"

  Wu Xiu is so jealous, the idol actually allows his husband to be so unruly!

  Her mother is far behind the Great Demon King.

  He quarreled with his mother today because of this.

  He must be who she thinks he must be, and there must be no deviant.

   And then being around her, it was like nothing was right, not a single good word was said.

  Especially in drama rehearsals, if he didn't follow her wishes, she insisted on correcting him. If he insists on not doing what she wants, just wait, don't fail, once you fail, you will see her sneering here, "Look, I said it already" and other negative words.

  Wu Xiu sometimes felt that he couldn't breathe.

"Death of a Social Animal" is a script he wrote. His mother read it and gave some opinions. Wu Xiu was useless, and then lost today. His cold face and sarcasm, and he bought a mobile phone, and he transferred money. Things come together like a storm.

  Wu Xiu's mentality suddenly collapsed.

  He slapped himself in front of his mother, calling himself wrong.

Then-

  He suddenly thought of what Jiang Yang had said during the day.

  He loves his mother, but he must leave Jingyi, get rid of her influence, and defeat her, otherwise he will live under her shadow forever.

  Jiang Yang is currently the only one who dares to poach him in the face of Jingyi, a leading drama troupe, so he came to Jiang Yang.

   "Let's go, why are you in a daze?"

Jiang Yang turned around to beckon to Wu Xiu, walked across the table to Zhuang Qi, Zhuang Qi pulled up a high stool, and asked Jiang Yang to sit down, Jiang Yang introduced them to each other, and then talked about Wu Xiu's situation .

  Wu Xiu ignored them and looked at the few unruly people on the stage.

   "CPTSD."

   Zhuang Qi is worthy of being a doctor, he just opened his mouth and came.

"oh."

  Jiang Yang nodded, "I don't understand."

  Zhuang Qi was convinced, "I don't understand what you nodded."

  Jiang Yang: "You know I don't understand and you still don't speak Mandarin. Be careful, I will deduct your full attendance, five hundred!"

  Zhuang Qi: "I'll find a street lamp to hang you up later."

But he still explained, "a kind of complex trauma and stress disorder. People who have been humiliated and suppressed for a long time, they will keep playing the words of their parents denying themselves in their minds, and then use the same words to humiliate themselves and make themselves It creates severe shame, which leads to further self-loathing and self-harm."

  Zhuang Qi looked at the slap marks on Wu Xiu's face. This is a classic case and the most common case of depression. "Leave it to me."

  Jiang Yang: "OK."

  He turned his head and patted Wu Xiu on the shoulder, "Look at the treatment in our drama troupe. There is a doctor of psychology specially assigned to care about the mental health of employees."

  Although this doctor of psychology is sick himself.

   "True or false?"

  Wu Xiu was surprised, this is indeed the only one.

The third brother and the others stopped at this moment. Although the audience kept shouting "encore" and "one more song", the third brother still apologized, "take a break", they put down their instruments and left the stage, While thanking the audience, he walked over.

   "Master Jiang!"

   "A rare customer."

"how come?"

   "Are you alone?"

   They greeted Jiang Yang one by one.

Wu Xiu was watching from the side, this is really sad, this band is the center of attention of the entire bar audience on the stage, but now the center of their attention is Jiang Yang, and when they greeted each other, the concern from the heart, It made Wu Xiu very envious.

  He wants to be someone like Jiang Yang.

  But after thinking about it, Wu Xiu found it very difficult again. There is a big devil behind Jiang Yang.

  In order to support Jiang Yang, she also wrote these weird songs, and behind him, there is only his mother who keeps denying him.

   Over there.

  After listening to Jiang Yang's arrangement, the third brother patted his chest and promised to take good care of Wu Xiu.

  Zhuang Qi: "Come on, don't make Teacher Wen wait."

  Hong Shan: "Yes, go back quickly."

  Jiang Yang looked at the colorful wine they brought over, "I still want to have a sip."

   "What kind of wine do you drink at a young age?"

  Third brother and the others chased Jiangyang, Zhuang Qi still stood up, "You guys continue to perform, I'll see him off."

  After leaving the bar, he stood on the bar at the door and said, "Let me go, just turn around."

"also."

  Zhuang Qi nodded.

  He went back again, seeing Wu Xiuxiu in a daze, Zhuang Qi smiled, "Are you envious of Jiang Yang?"

  Wu Xiu felt that Zhuang Qi deserved to be a doctor of psychology.

   "This kid is quite enviable."

  Zhuang Qi turned on the phone and asked Wu Xiu to watch it.

Koi Studio’s Tuitui posted a video before get off work. In the video, Jiang Yang was sitting on the sofa, watching Li Qingning play the guitar. What the hell?"

   "2333, two cans round up to zero."

   "This math is definitely taught by the physical education teacher!"

   "Big Devil, punish him for not drinking Coke for a week!"

   "Let him feel the wrath of the devil!"

   "Didn't you see that the Great Demon King forgot his words again?"

   "Haha, the Great Demon King is still the same!"

   "Damn! With a knife in hand, killing Jianggou, I'm so jealous, the big devil actually only sings to him!"

   "Is this the new song of the Great Demon King? The lyrics are so poignant."

   "Even if you are not lucky, you are just a human being. Cherish the people and things in front of you, and let everything go as it pleases—this lyric touched me so much."

  The comments below include those who comment on the song, and some who are jealous that Jiang Yang can enjoy the new song of the Great Demon King exclusively.

  The only thing Wu Xiu envied Jiang Yang was that he could tell Li Qingning that he drank Coke openly, without any cover-up, without worrying about the big devil getting angry, and even begging for concern.

  What he expects from his mother is this kind of love.

   Gangzi sent Jiang Yang to the car, watched Teacher Wen drive away before walking back.

  He routinely walked to the chair outside the bar where the plaid shirt girl resident sang and sat down.

  The plaid shirt is not there, another singer is singing, probably not on her side.

   Gangzi was a little bored when he didn’t see the plaid shirt, so he lit a cigarette, took out his phone and looked through it, and happened to see the tweet sent by Koi Studio.

   He hits play.

  Because there are quite a lot of pedestrians coming and going, so he turned on the sound a bit loudly, and he held his mobile phone to his ear to listen.

   Gangzi is a northerner who cannot understand Cantonese.

  But it can be heard that this is a song that is a little gentle, a little sad, and a little emotional. Let Gangzi sit by the river, blowing the autumn wind, and the lights rippling on the water, unprecedented loneliness.

  This kind of loneliness, as if he tried to tell a joke, but no one cared about the joke at all.

  He is like a person without color, insignificant.

   Gangzi exhaled a smoke ring.

  How he hopes that there is someone who can sing a song for him like the Great Demon King sang for Jiang Yang.

   If there is such a day, his life must be colorful——

   Someone snatched the cigarette from his finger.

   "You want to die early."

  A woman sat next to him, she didn't dislike his saliva at all.

  She took a puff of a cigarette, looked at the glass window of the bar, "Have a heart attack and still smoke?"

  The voice is both unfamiliar and familiar.

   So much so that Gangzi's eyes turned red in an instant.

  He turned his head to see the plaid shirt sitting there, just exhaling a smoke ring.

  She glanced at the stick, "Why are you still crying?"

"I-"

   Gangzi's throat was a little tight, and he couldn't make a sound, so he tried again, "I'm listening to the song, I listen to it."

  The woman smiled, looked at the sky, and listened to the song on his mobile phone, "Do you know what the lyrics are about?"

   Gangzi shook his head.

The plaid shirt read softly: "It's too easy to miss, and it's too late to love... Happiness will pass by and I can't say love anymore. A word of love needs to be timely... How many seconds does it take to embrace what I love... Huh, Great Demon King wrote really well."

  Plaid Shirt raised his head, took another drag on his cigarette, and after exhaling smoke rings, he began to sing softly.

   A little hoarse.

  But Gangzi felt like crying.

  Plaid Shirt turned his head and looked at him.

  The long wind blows by the river, blowing her hair and aging his face.

She couldn't help but patted his head, "It's still the same as before, boring donkey, thinking about letting others guess. What do you think of your big devil's husband? If I hadn't listened to the new song that the big devil gave to her husband, I would feel good." Duo, even if you stay outside for a lifetime, I don't bother to talk to you."

  The plaid shirt stubbed out his cigarette **** and stood up, "It's my turn to take the stage."

  She stretched out her hand, "Where's the smoke?"

   Gangzi handed the plaid shirt the cigarette case he had picked up from the third brother, and then the lighter.

  Plaid shirt stuffed into his pocket, "Shut less."

  She went in.

   Gangzi watched her off, went in, went on stage, picked up the microphone, and smiled at him.

Gangzi felt that his eyes were a little wet, and he raised his head to look at the starry sky. Although he couldn't see a single star because of the light pollution, he felt that the sky was as bright as a river of stars at the moment, and there was a little prince living on a planet, who was turning into a star. The one and only one.

  His life is having color.

  It is very warm that someone cares about you.

  Jiangyang—

  He should thank Jiang Yang.

   Without Jiang Yang, there would be no song sung to Jiang Yang by the Great Demon King.

  The Jiang family couple showed their affection, and he followed suit.

  Jiang Yang also made him colorful.

  He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Jiang Yang: "Jiang Ye, sincerely, I thank you eighteen generations of ancestors! From now on, when you come to the store, all orders will be free, except for Coke!"

  (end of this chapter)