After My Top Ex Gave Me A Room Card Chapter 89
byChapter 89
As Bai Song spoke, he circled his hand like a microphone and put it to Fang Xingcheng’s mouth.
Fang Xingcheng showed a helpless expression.
Let him pamper you.
Isn’t this the consequence of his doting on Bai Song.
Bai Song was so pampered that he was so arrogant that he dared to make arrangements for him.
Have you met with him in advance?
They all dare to make decisions for him.
Bai Song is not the only one who can do this.
This was the second time today that Bai Song handed him the microphone in public.
Fang Xingcheng looked at Bai Song expectantly.
Suddenly he was brought back to ten years ago by the torrent of time. Every time he was about to go on stage to sing, Bai Song looked at him with this expression.
Maybe Bai Song is the only person in the world who still misses singer Fang Xingcheng.
What can be done?The boyfriend you choose.
I can only pamper her.
In the afternoon, it was “With You Along the Road”, and Fang Xingcheng sang a few lines along with it.
What about tonight?
Fang Xingcheng tilted his head and asked Bai Song, “What do you want to sing?”
Bai Song showed a successful smile.
That proud look is comparable to the posture of a concubine when she is favored.
He deliberately spoke in a soft voice, not soft and waxy, it sounded like coquettishness: “I want to hear Brother Xingcheng sing!”
If there is a sound in the barrage, you must hear a “wooo~” sound at this moment.
Fang Xingcheng was even more helpless – although in the eyes of fans, his expression was doting.
“Didn’t I sing with you this afternoon?”
What sounds like a complaint may look like flirting to outsiders.
Fang Xingcheng compromised easily: “What do you want to hear?”
“I have the final say?”
“That’s not it.”
“Since it’s a fan benefit, let’s ask our fans and friends.”
Bai Song cleverly brought the topic to the live broadcast.
He said to the live broadcast room: “Teacher Fang said that you can request songs. What do you want to listen to?”
The screen went silent for about five seconds.
Then the barrage started rolling wildly.
One song title after another passed before Bai Song and Fang Xingcheng’s eyes, so fast that they couldn’t see clearly.
It can be seen that Fang Xingcheng’s fans also want to hear Fang Xingcheng sing.
“Wait, wait, you are swiping too fast, I can’t see clearly!”
Bai Song squinted his eyes hard and could only see a few song titles based on luck.
There is everything on the barrage.
But Fang Xingcheng has very few songs, and most of them are works from the early period.
Very few have heard of it, and almost no one has nominated it at the moment.
Most of the songs that fans want to listen to are hot songs, but they don’t have the copyright and can’t sing them.
Although it can be authorized later.
But as a music creator, Bai Song still insists not to do such a thing.
“Why are there still my songs!” Bai Song exclaimed.
The special effects of super large characters with a strong smell of money are used to refresh the screen in the live broadcast room.
Only one song title floated on the screen, “Nightlight”, an ancient piece from White Pine.
“Don’t give us gifts, don’t give us gifts. There is no need to give us gifts. It would be great if you use this money to buy yourself something good to eat.”
Seeing more and more colorful special effects on the screen, Bai Song hurriedly shouted.
“Hey, that one, the one who wrote the name of my song, don’t do it. Just let Teacher Fang sing this song without changing it. Don’t do it. This gift is expensive. It costs more than three hundred yuan each. Don’t do it as a gift.”
“That’s right.” Fang Xingcheng said lightly from behind, “The program team still has to leave half of it.”
Fang Xingcheng’s words caused Bai Song to get stuck.
…Is this the point?!
An eerie silence.
Bai Song didn’t want to answer his words and asked, “Do you still remember how to sing this song?”
“Of course.” Fang Xingcheng responded confidently and hummed casually: “Who is greedy for luminous light… right?”
Bai Songgu applauded: “That’s right! It’s amazing!”
It seems to be encouraging children.
方星程舔着後槽牙，感覺下一秒就要揍白松了。
Bai Song immediately gave up, escaped from the screen, took the guitar from his assistant, came back and said flatteringly: “Brother Xingcheng, I will accompany you.”
Since the recording of “Collections from the Sea”, he has brought a guitar with him wherever he goes, and this time is no exception.
After strumming and tuning, Bai Song looked at Fang Xingcheng eagerly: “Come on!”
The familiar guitar sound sounded, and Fang Xingcheng looked at Bai Song and sang his song.
The live broadcast slowly ended with gentle singing.
Before they left, a staff member secretly slipped something to Fang Xingcheng.
Bai Song was stunned.
night.
Bai Song had just finished washing and saw Fang Xingcheng lying on the bed reading a thick letter.
Strangely, he remembered that the letter didn’t seem to be so long during the live broadcast.
The memory suddenly came back.
Did he ask the staff to give him the long letter on Fang Xingcheng’s birthday?
“Ahhhhhhhh!”
Bai Song rushed over to grab it.
When I wrote it, I never thought that they would already be together.
The artificiality of words.
The tone of voice is pretentious.
Don’t let Fang Xingcheng see it!!!
Maybe Bai Song thinks so himself.
At least Fang Xingcheng looked like this letter was very good.
Very sincere.
Fang Xingcheng avoided Bai Song flexibly.
“The letter you sent me was sent to me. There is no reason to take it back.”
“But it’s so embarrassing. If I had known it was like this, I would have asked them to destroy it and never let you see it!”
Fang Xingcheng laughed: “What’s so embarrassing about this? Only then can I see our Bai Song’s true feelings revealed.”
“After all, after all these years, I have no way to get to know you.”
“Tell me something about you, Bai Song.”
Bai Song couldn’t listen to Fang Xingcheng’s tone.
His face slowly turned red.
He rushed into bed and wrapped himself into a ball, turning his back and refusing to look at Fang Xingcheng.
But he said vaguely: “Look, look, just don’t tell me your thoughts after reading it.”
He is shy.
So cute.
Fang Xingcheng rubbed his hair carelessly and concentrated on opening the letter.
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Fang Xingcheng, Brother Xingcheng, Xingcheng:
Hello, I am Bai Song.
White pine is white, white pine is pine.
Oops, what nonsense am I writing.
In fact, the program team asked me to write you a letter. I thought about what I should write to you for a long time, but I always felt that there was too much to say and too little to say. Writing letters is actually a good tradition.
The days after I left you were not that miserable, you know?People like me are like wild grass, full of life wherever they go, so don’t worry about me.
Are you worried about me?Brother Xingcheng.
In fact, I am very cowardly.
If something happens, he will just run away.
So, I ran away before.
Because I dare not meet you again or contact you again.
But I promise not to love you anymore.
I just can’t do this.
If love is something that can be started or stopped by one person, then love is no longer love.
So I decided to still love you.
In times you can’t see.
I never give up loving you.
I love you, I like you.Fang Xingcheng.
From the past to the present to the future, I am absolutely and absolutely certain that the only person I love or like is you.
I know why you are angry with me, Brother Xingcheng.
You hate it when I give up without permission.
You hate it when I run away from things when I can’t decide.
Actually, I understand you quite well.
Right?
So I’m going to talk about it.
sorry.
I was wrong, I admit I was wrong.
I will never be so willful again.
I won’t embarrass you or make you sad.
In case of violation.
Please don’t give up to find me anywhere in the world.
Hey, can you tell me why I am so confident?
It’s all your fault.
Brother Xingcheng.
It was you who made the nineteen-year-old Bai Song become fearless.
You are responsible.
It’s okay not to be responsible.
I’ll be responsible for you.
The term is lifetime.
God, how could I write such disgusting words.
I really want to paint it off.
I also want you to feel all my emotions when you receive this letter.
Whether it’s entangled or struggling.
That’s all in the past.
Right?
It must not be over yet.
…At least by the time you receive the letter, we should be over it.
(If things between us haven’t been resolved by then, then I will feel that I will be too incompetent in the future!)
That’s what I should say.
I only dare to be so arrogant when I’m not facing you.
Because the time we have been apart is too long.
Longer than we’ve been together.
In fact, I always wonder: Do you still like me?
Maybe you like the old white pine.
I have struggled, struggled, and doubted.
Later I decided to let go.
It’s you I like anyway.
Be it the Fang Xingcheng of the past, the Fang Xingcheng of the present, or the Fang Xingcheng of the future.
I like them all.
So, nothing else matters.
As long as I’m with you, I can face anything, right?
Don’t give up on me, Fang Xingcheng.
Don’t leave me behind.
Next, I want to be honest with you. No, it cannot be called honest. I should introduce you to my life.
You accounted for half of the reason why I left Beijing back then. The other half was because I had my own child, but I couldn’t take care of him in Beijing, so I planned to leave Beijing and leave the entertainment industry.
This turned out to be a wrong decision.
Because I missed my Beijing household registration and housing listings.
Hey, maybe Zaizai will not be admitted to Peking University because of this.
Just kidding.
Zaizai is my child, his name is Baibai.
He is six years old this year.
Don’t get me wrong, he is not the child of someone else or me. The only person I have ever liked is Fang Xingcheng.
When my dad left, I happened to meet him.
He has no father, and his mother failed to get off the operating table.
This child is even worse off than me. He was an orphan when he was born.
By the way, have I told you before? In fact, I was once an orphan. I was a child adopted by my father.
But don’t worry.
My life was very good when I was a child. My father raised me as his own son.
I am very happy.
Thank you very much to him too.
Without him, maybe I wouldn’t be where I am now.
No, it will definitely not be me now.
In fact, when I heard the news about Zai Zai that day, I felt that sometimes life and reincarnation are actually very mysterious things.
My dad left and he was born.
Why is it not considered a reincarnation of life?
So I think he and I are actually destined to be together.
I would like to be his father.
…
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Bai Song wrote too many words eloquently.
I want to tell him all the years I haven’t seen Fang Xingcheng.
He must also tell Fang Xingcheng those things about his past that he didn’t know about.
Fang Xingcheng read it over and over again.
I watched it for a long time.
It took so long that Bai Song fell asleep beside him.
He just finished reading the letter.
Well, he finally knew why he waited so long for Bai Song during the recording day.
It turned out that Bai Song had long planned to confess to him about many things.
Just in the letter.
But he didn’t know it at the time.
Fang Xingcheng leaned forward to take a look.
Bai Song had already slept soundly, with the quilt wrapped around him haphazardly.
Talent shows and schedules are tiring no matter what.
The dark circles under Bai Sen’s eyes were heavy.
Fang Xingcheng didn’t plan to quarrel with him again.
He had no choice but to wipe away his tears.
Tuck Bai Song into bed.
Turn off the light again.
Finally, a very light kiss fell on Bai Song’s forehead.
Bai Song didn’t notice.
Fang Xingcheng looked at Bai Song silently in the darkness.
He thought that Bai Song was already suffering enough, and he would not let Bai Song suffer any more for the rest of his life.
Fang Xingcheng held Bai Song’s hand.
I slept like this all night.