novelraw Chapter 685 Domineering and Overbearing Forceful Kiss
Chapter 685 Domineering and Overbearing Forceful Kiss
Benxi took the stage.
After being sidelined by Ji Yun, she hasn't been on stage for a long time.
The stages I've performed on before didn't have big names in the film and television industry like Xu Xiaoou, Huang Xiaoming, or Hou Hongliang in the audience.
Industry veterans like Xue Zhiqian and Qiao Renliang are even less likely to be seen.
Today, however, I was able to sit in the audience and listen to her sing.
As Jiang Yang played the notes, the piano prelude began, and she entered her makeup phase, holding up the microphone and starting to sing: "Scattered moonlight, piercing through the clouds, hiding from the crowd..."
"The waves soaked your white dress, trying to push you back."
"The waves wash away the bloodstains, hoping to warm you."
"Your soul sinks into silence, and no one will wake you."
Benxi sang with great passion, her voice gentle.
At first, there was some quiet noise in the venue, with reporters exchanging hushed conversations about camera angles and others occasionally exchanging pleasantries in hushed tones.
But as her singing flowed gently, the noise gradually dissipated, and the bustling venue slowly quieted down.
The reporters listened intently.
Everyone stopped talking and turned their attention to the stage.
After Benxi finished singing her part, she lowered her head and didn't look at Jiang Yang. She simply gestured for Jiang Yang to follow.
She didn't want people to see her face.
And, reddened eye sockets.
Jiang Yang began to sing: "...You said people's ashes should be scattered into the sea."
You ask me where I'll go after I die, and whether anyone will love me.
"Can the world stop smiling at the indifferent? People on the shore have indifference on their faces. There is no attachment to the world. Everything has turned to smoke."
The music paused for one second.
Suddenly, a heavy tone rang out.
Jiang Yang quickened his playing.
Benxi held up the microphone and sang: "Too late, too late, you once laughed and cried."
"Too late, too late, your trembling arms."
offstage.
Xue Zhiqian glanced at Qiao Renliang's reddened eyes beside him.
He patted Qiao Renliang on the shoulder: "Old Qiao, tell me what's wrong. Don't try to tough it out. We're friends."
"I'm fine," Qiao Renliang said with a smile.
“You, Yingjun, Haoge, Liu Wei, we’ve all been friends who’ve been through thick and thin together. We’re all talented, and talent shouldn’t be buried. Old Qiao, I feel like our time is coming soon. Don’t let us suddenly leave.”
"You're gone, but I'm still alive, believe it or not." Qiao Renliang laughed.
Originally, I was thinking that this month, life would just go on like this.
But Jiang Yang is still alive.
The boy he once saved on the rooftop asked him for music advice, and he suggested writing a song.
Write a song, and it becomes a hit.
They filmed a hit TV series.
Now they've all become producers.
Lao Xue is right; talented people should not be overlooked.
Jiang Yang has become more proactive, so why shouldn't he live his life well and keep an eye on how far this young man he mentored back then can go?
Qiao Renliang's gaze fell on Ben Xi.
I remembered what Jiang Yang said.
Heaven does not envy the talented; being born human is not a sin; the past is not like smoke; good people deserve to live long lives.
"Old Xue, what is your wish?" Qiao Renliang suddenly asked.
"World peace, I've said it so many times, what about you?"
"As for me, I'll just... hope to live to be a hundred."
"Haha, that's more like it!"
Xue Zhiqian smiled happily.
"Hongliang, isn't Xiaojiang's song good?" Huang Lei asked.
"Not bad, talented."
Hou Hongliang looked at the stage very intently.
He's not a musician, so he can't say anything professional.
But you can tell that the melody is very pleasant and the lyrics are profound.
Recalling what Huang Lei had told him before, the general plot of Jiang Yang's story is about redemption and despair, full of deception and hypocrisy.
Regardless of whether the drama can be filmed well or not.
At least this theme song is a perfect fit.
"It's just... it just sounds like..." Hou Hongliang found it hard to describe.
“It sounds somewhat sad,” Yang Ying replied.
Hou Hongliang nodded: "Yes, that's the feeling."
Yang Ying and Huang Xiaoming, who were standing next to her, held hands: "Honey, I feel that Jiang Yang's song will definitely be a hit again. We should have asked her to write a song for us when we got married. It's a pity we didn't know her back then."
Come to think of it, when she and Huang Xiaoming got married last year, Jiang Yang wasn't famous yet.
Yang Chaoyue was a female worker at a textile factory in Shanghai.
They weren't related to her or Huang Xiaoming, so even if they had been invited, it wouldn't have been appropriate for them to come as friends at the time.
Things are different now.
If she and Huang Xiaoming were to hold their wedding now, they would definitely invite Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue.
By the way, invite all the artists from Jiangyang Company over.
"It's alright. Although Xiao Jiang couldn't come to our wedding, he gave us his gift money." Huang Xiaoming took out a thick red envelope: "It's from Xiao Jiang, a gift to start our wedding."
"Holy crap, Xiao Jiang is so generous, is everyone getting this much?"
"How could that be? There are only three or five hundred reporters. Do you think every single one of them is as important to Xiao Jiang as your husband?"
Huang Xiaoming said smugly.
He continued, "If you like, next time, I'll call Xiao Jiang to come to our house and sing just for the two of us."
“Okay, honey, you’re so good to me… I’ll invite Chaoyue too, I love her song ‘Calorie’,” Yang Ying said happily.
Huang Xiaoming put his arm around Yang Ying.
Looking at Jiang Yang on the stage, who was concentrating on playing the instrument.
He then looked down at Yang Chaoyue in the audience.
They noticed Yang Chaoyue get up and walk towards the stage from the side.
What is Yang Chaoyue up to? Isn't this song a duet between Jiang Yang and that girl named Benxi?
Huang Xiaoming didn't care about these things: "Baby, sometimes I feel that Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue are quite similar to us in some ways."
In which aspect?
"You and Chaoyue both come from humble backgrounds, neither of you went to university, neither of you have formal training, you are both actors, and you are both cheerful and optimistic."
"Yes."
Yang Ying nodded and looked at Yang Chaoyue: "But she is taller and younger than me."
"She's not as pretty as you, and her future prospects won't be any better than yours." Huang Xiaoming put his arm around Yang Ying's waist and whispered, "With me here, even if Yang Chaoyue works hard for ten more years, he still won't be as good as if I just gave you a project."
"My husband is amazing."
Having been with Huang Xiaoming for so long, Yang Ying knows his preferences very well.
It's just praising.
Praise it as much as you can.
Huang Xiaoming enjoys the feeling of being admired.
"So, in what ways are Jiang Yang and I similar?" Huang Xiaoming asked again.
"Equally tall, equally handsome, and equally talented."
Yang Ying said sincerely, her eyes shining.
Netizens say she has no acting skills because they haven't seen her trying to coax Huang Xiaoming.
Even knowing that her husband, wearing custom-made height-increasing insoles, was still not as tall as Jiang Yang.
Only by wearing a custom-made wig can one have the same amount of hair as Jiang Yang.
It must be admitted that Huang Xiaoming has a good eye for investment and is also good at interpersonal relationships in the industry, but his talent... even if he worked hard for ten years, he might not be able to match Jiang Yang's current talent.
"Honey, ten Jiang Yangs couldn't compare to you," Yang Ying whispered.
Huang Xiaoming was very receptive to this: "Keep your voice down. This is Jiang Yang's place. When we have time later, let's do what we said before: Jiang Yang has released a new song, let him come to our house and sing it for us."
Shh, listen to the music.
on the stage.
Jiang Yang finished playing the musical interlude.
Benxi then sang the second half.
As the song began, the venue gradually quieted down.
Finally, this evening concludes:
"Too late, too late, no one will be able to retrieve you."
"Too late, too late, you clearly hate suffocation."
As Benxi sang, she became increasingly immersed in the song, amplifying the sadness in her voice layer by layer.
Every lyric seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of my heart, with an undeniable sob in my voice.
As she sang the second half, her eyes reddened, and a soreness spread from the corners of her eyes.
She gripped the microphone tightly, trying her best to hold back her tears.
She kept her head down, her long hair hanging down on both sides of her face, obscuring the emotions in her eyes.
She didn't raise her face until she finished singing the last line, and only then did the audience see that her once clear eyes were now covered with a layer of mist.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Benxi's gaze was through tears.
Seeing her, the woman who was once so incredibly talented.
She was signed by a music company and thought she had a bright future.
She won awards but couldn't receive them, and couldn't participate in events, which made her begin to lose faith in the industry.
Unable to earn enough money and receiving only two thousand yuan a month, she could not make a living in Beiping and returned to her hometown.
This was the first time she had attempted suicide by cutting her wrists.
She was signed by a new company and thought she could see hope again.
She was sued by her old company and threatened by her new company.
She understands that grassroots musicians cannot escape being controlled by capital.
Xu Liang was in the same situation as her. Together with Xu Liang, they had cursed this capitalist society. Xu Liang had also told her that once he made more money, he would pay her the penalty for breach of contract and give her her freedom... But it was too late.
Just like the lyrics of Jiang Yang's song.
No one will love her, the world has abandoned her, she has no attachment to humanity, and everything has vanished like smoke.
The fact that Jiang Yang was willing to let her sing this song today at least shows that he understands her.
Benxi stood up, bowed, and was about to say thank you.
But then they discovered that the background music, which had stopped, suddenly started playing again.
This evening, I went to look at Jiangyang.
Jiang Yang played the piano heavily.
Yang Chaoyue stood beside her, holding the microphone and looking at her.
Chaoyue smiled broadly.
Sing a song:
"There is light looking for you; it wants to warm you."
"It says, listen to me, someone is calling you back."
Jiang Yang raised his head.
He played the piano without stopping, and smiled at her.
"Year after year in the human world."
"Who dares to say it's like smoke?"
The playing pauses.
The room fell silent for a second.
Jiang Yang raised his hand to press the piano keys, and he and Yang Chaoyue looked down at the audience.
The two sang together:
"Even if it's too late, I still want to sing for you."
"Spring rain, summer cicadas chirping, tomorrow will be a good day."
"The autumn wind rises, the snowflakes fall lightly, and the seasons are invisible on the seabed." Benxi was stunned as a sense of awe spread through her heart.
Jiang Yang's song seems to have been written for her.
The sad passages she sang solo earlier, every word and phrase, struck a chord with her situation.
Scattered moonlight, unrecoverable despair, suffocating struggle—all these reflect her true state of mind over the past five years.
The part that Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue sang together later.
She could sense that someone had seen through her vulnerability and was willing to lend her a helping hand.
Tears welled up in her eyes and finally streamed down her cheeks. Benxi didn't wipe them away, but took a deep breath and walked step by step to Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue. Her voice was choked with emotion. She held Jiang Yang's hand tightly, then turned to Yang Chaoyue and squeezed it firmly, repeatedly murmuring, "Thank you, thank you both, thank you for this song, thank you for understanding me."
I'm naturally introverted and not good at saying polite things.
He just kept saying thank you.
Even if Jiang Yang, like Tang Yu, was lying to her.
Even Jiang Yang is a disgusting capitalist.
She also wanted to thank Jiang Yang.
"Great!!!" Zhao Jinmai immediately clapped as soon as she realized the song was over.
The others joined in the applause.
“You’re so young, do you even know what’s so good about Jiang Yang’s song? You just say it’s good.” Zhang Xuefeng glanced at Zhao Jinmai from the side.
"I don't know, but I know I should applaud and cheer. What do you know?"
“I know that if you take the postgraduate entrance exam in the future, you will definitely do better.”
Zhang Xuefeng said seriously.
"Oh my god, go sit at the same table with Ruth and chat with her," Zhao Jinmai said impatiently.
"Ruth is also taking the postgraduate entrance exam?"
"Yes, yes, you should try talking to Ruth."
After sending Zhang Xuefeng away, Zhao Jinmai watched Yang Chaoyue leave the stage. She wanted to go over and ask Chaoyue when he had practiced this song, since he sang it quite well.
She was also afraid that Yang Chaoyue would become like Yang Ma.
I wanted to chat with Jiang Yang for a bit, but then I saw him head towards Huang Xiaoming and Yang Ying.
So he took Jiang Yueyue and moved closer to Benxi's seat: "Benxi, you sang so well, you really put your emotions into it, it was really good."
Suddenly hearing a strong Northeastern accent, Benxi wiped away her tears and smiled at Zhao Jinmai: "Thank you... Whose child are you?"
"I……"
Zhao Jinmai clicked her tongue: "I am Mai Mai, I am Zhao Jinmai."
Seeing that Benxi didn't recognize her, she continued, "Haven't you watched the variety show 'Mars Intelligence Agency'?"
"I don't watch variety shows," Benxi shook her head.
"What about the TV series 'A Little Reunion'?"
"I haven't watched any TV dramas in the past two years."
"That……"
Zhao Jinmai was in a dilemma.
These sisters are so quiet, even more so than Hao Chun.
Then all she could say was that embarrassing line... Zhao Jinmai struck a pose: "Balala Energy, Ukalaka, Little Fairy, Transform!"
“Oh, you’re the one from Little Fairy…” Benxi recognized Zhao Jinmai.
“Yes, yes, that’s me!” Zhao Jinmai laughed.
Benxi continued, "You're the blue-haired one!"
Zhao Jinmai's smile froze:
"My name is Zhao Jinmai, you can call me Mai Mai. I am the vice president of Jiangyang Company."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Mai." Benxi apologized immediately, not expecting that this was a small capitalist.
"fine."
"Let's take a picture together, Sister Xi."
"Ok."
Zhao Jinmai raised her phone and took a photo with Benxi.
She smiled at the camera, while Benxi remained seated stiffly, forcing a smile, clearly uncomfortable.
Then Jiang Yueyue came over and asked, "Sister Xi, can I take a picture with you?"
"Yes, you are?"
“I’m not an actress or a singer. I’m just Jiang Yang’s innocent little sister. I’m in high school, and like Mai Mai, I took a day off to come here because Jiang Yang said he would invite you.”
"Hello, hello."
Benxi was somewhat surprised to shake hands with Jiang Yueyue.
Jiang Yang is very tall, and his sister is already a high school student, but she still looks so small.
He's not even as tall as Zhao Jinmai.
Jiang Yueyue raised her phone, ready to take a picture, while Benxi initially sat there reservedly.
Just as the two got into position, before Benxi could fully relax, she noticed Jiang Yueyue beside her fiddling with her hair.
She twisted her bangs into strands that stuck up, and pulled the hair on both sides to make it fluffy and messy, leaving a few wispy strands sticking to her forehead, and deliberately making the ends of her hair frizzy.
A typical non-mainstream, flamboyant hairstyle.
She frowned, pursed her lips, and feigned indifference as she looked at the phone camera.
With a cool, unapproachable expression, he turned on the royal blue filter on his phone's camera.
Upon seeing this, Benxi's eyes lit up.
The restraint and timidity in his eyes vanished completely.
This is the style of photography she likes.
Jiang Yueyue is even more professional than her.
Benxi raised her hand, imitating Jiang Yueyue, and made her long hair fluffy and messy, twisting her bangs into a few stick-up strands.
Facing the camera, she made a peace sign with one hand and placed the other hand on her cheek.
She lightly touched her cheek with her fingertips, her brows furrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth were pursed into a straight line.
Jiang Yueyue pressed the shutter button, and after taking the picture, she started fiddling with her phone.
Skillfully add a few lines of text to the group photo.
The text is in a crooked, artistic font with twinkling star effects, and it reads:
"Youth may fade with time, but we will never part."
"Singing softly of sorrow, standing shoulder to shoulder with you."
After finishing, she opened QQ Space and edited a non-mainstream text, also in an exaggerated artistic font, and added a lot of symbols: "Our misunderstood youth has its own romance゛May we be safe and sound every year, and never be separated〆."
Then he asked Benxi, "How was my writing?"
"That's brilliant, it would be best to add one more sentence."
"You add it."
Jiang Yueyue gave it to Benxi.
Without further ado, Benxi typed on the keyboard and added a line of crooked, non-mainstream font with star effects:
"℡The wind stops when it meets the mountain, I find peace when I meet you゛Singing softly of the past, I will not let down our meeting〆."
Zhao Jinmai couldn't understand it, but she was deeply shocked.
At the same time, it felt like my eyes were burning.
One killed Ma Yue, the other killed Ma Xi.
Xiao Jiang is a talented person, his sister is a genius, Chao Yue is mediocre, but she is a little genius.
"Sister Baby, I'm so sorry for not greeting you properly."
Jiang Yang had already spotted Yang Ying, and he knew without a doubt that Huang Xiaoming had sent her.
When Huang Xiaoming and Yang Ying were singing, you could imagine the pretentious things Huang Xiaoming was saying to Yang Ying.
"Not at all, I came uninvited," Yang Ying said with a smile, shaking hands.
She continued, "I just happened to catch you singing this song, and I listened to the whole thing. Jiang Yang, I'm not a musician and I don't know anything about music criticism, but I feel that your song is great and it will definitely be a hit."
Yang Ying savored the moment and added, "The part you sang with Benxi was quite sad, but the part you sang with Chaoyue felt very powerful."
Huang Xiaoming interrupted, "My wife just said that you'll definitely surpass me in the future."
"No, no, no..." Jiang Yang waved his hands repeatedly.
Yang Ying laughed and said, "If you train Chaoyue a little more, you'll definitely surpass me."
"No, no, no..."
Jiang Yang waved his hand again.
He was truly impressed by this couple.
One is a gold digger, the other a show-off. I bet they were talking about each other privately just now, but now that they're chatting, they're putting on a show without missing a beat.
That's normal, after all, he and Chao Yuexi and the others often chatted with these celebrities in private.
"Go for it, Xiao Jiang, Baby and I will have to go now," Huang Xiaoming said with a smile.
"Jiang Yang, I have high hopes for you. Let's sing together sometime in the future."
Yang Ying waved to Jiang Yang and left with Huang Xiaoming.
"Xiao Jiang, I'm waiting for good news about your new drama."
Hou Hongliang chatted for a few minutes and then left the venue.
The rest was just eating and drinking at the banquet hall, not much different from a company dinner.
You could tell that Huang Xiaoming and Hou Hongliang didn't fancy him.
Because Huang Xiaoming has just transitioned to capital, Hou Hongliang's Daylight Entertainment is short of directors and is in its growth phase.
Xu Xiaou had spoken with them about Jiang Yang's previous intention to swap shares with Lemon Pictures.
If I'm interested in collaborating, I'll definitely stay and talk to him more.
I can understand; in the eyes of these industry bigwigs, he is indeed still a nobody.
That night.
Jiang Yang had just finished chatting with his crew and returned to his room when there was a knock on the door.
Yang Chaoyue, his cheeks flushed and still feeling the effects of the alcohol, asked, "Brother Yang, are you alone?"
She closed the door.
Deadbolt.
“MaiMai said you’re afraid of the dark when you sleep alone, so I came.”
"How much did you drink? Didn't I tell you to drink in moderation?"
Jiang Yang sized up Yang Chaoyue.
Her once neatly styled long hair was loosely tied back, with a few stray strands falling on either side of her face.
Slightly disheveled from the smell of alcohol.
Her cheeks were flushed with the rosy glow of alcohol, like a layer of rouge spreading across her face, and her eyes held a languid intoxication.
Her usually bright and clear eyes were now covered with a thin layer of mist.
The tip of her nose also had a faint pink tint, making her look soft and cuddly.
"I'm not drunk. I have a high alcohol tolerance."
Yang Chaoyue laughed and said, "Besides, why should I listen to you? Do you think you're my father? My father is here today, and I only listen to my father."
Impressed.
This girl is really drunk.
Normally, he would listen to everything Yang Chaomeng said, but when interviewed by reporters, Yang Chaomeng was the one who spoke up.
When he drinks too much, he becomes like Yang Chaozui.
He does things his own way and won't listen to anything I say.
"Xiao Jiang, I came here for three things: to sleep with you, to sleep with you, and to sleep with you again."
She took a wad of red bills from her bag and threw them at Jiang Yang: "Will you agree or not?"
"You don't want the money anymore?"
"Money is bullshit."
Yang Chaoyue didn't even glance at the red bills, then pulled out another wad of red bills from his bag and threw them at Jiang Yang: "Do you agree or not?"
"Stop fooling around, go back to your room."
"My dad slept in my room, so I don't have a room anymore, hahaha..."
She leaned against Jiang Yang and murmured, "Little Jiang, money is just waste paper. Whoever wants it can have it. I don't want it. Do you want it? If you do, I'll give it all to you."
Done.
They emptied a wad of cash from her bag.
My lips felt hot and smelled of alcohol.
She looked up, cupped Jiang Yang's face in her hands, and kissed him hard.
A domineering and forceful kiss. (End of Chapter)