Dust's Perjury

The only time a person can remember is minutes and seconds.

The time that can be recorded by a grain of sand is century and century.

People will be sad, will be nostalgic, and then will forget.

But tiny sand and dust will not say anything.

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The moon has just climbed through the steel forest in Beijing, revealing a gentle and alienated light in the dark sky.

It's a pity that it is so inconspicuous with the bright neon backdrop.

The yellow taxi stopped outside the gate of the record company Muise, and the driver quickly came down to help, quickly set up the wheelchair in the trunk, and then helped the rear passengers to sit up with difficulty.

Although this series of actions was embarrassing, the passenger looked very calm, and the bright eyes on the black mask showed warmth: "Thank you very much."

"Where is it? Teacher Lin needs a word of help. If it weren't for you, how could my son be so good at learning the violin?" The driver said goodbye to him with a smile: "Then I will withdraw first, and call me when I go back."

After speaking, he wrapped up his down jacket tightly, drove away and continued to run around for his livelihood.

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The passenger called the teacher is Lin Sha, a freelance music creator. Because of his disability for many years, he lives in secluded life on weekdays. Today, there are things that cannot be avoided, so it is rare to go out to get some air.

Sitting in a wheelchair in a daze in front of a luxurious and huge building, is it really silly?

But Lin Sha still couldn't help raising his head to look at the moon.

The cold winter wind made his hair sway.

The eyes are pitch black, the hair is pitch black, and the night is pitch black.

All blurred and not much emotion left.

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"Honey! You're here, why don't you call me?" Suddenly, an overly enthusiastic greeting broke the silence.

Lin Sha regained his composure and turned his head. Seeing that it was Su Qiu, Muise's junior supervisor, he couldn't help but greet her politely: "Sister."

Su Qiu hurriedly pushed into the wheelchair: "How many years have you graduated, what are you still called senior sister, let's go, it's too cold here."

Lin Sha's personality is so peaceful that she doesn't look like a human being, and she didn't complain about being tossed out even though she was handicapped. Instead, she cared about her: "Why are you still working overtime at night? Do you have a record to catch? Girls, don't work too hard."

Su Qiu wrapped her cashmere scarf around his neck, and then smiled: "There is no way, our cash cow, Mr. Wu, is full of notices, and I have time to meet at this point. I am thinking about letting you guide him in creation, no matter what. You need to get to know each other formally, right? I was supposed to pick you up, but his manager forced me to do something, and I really couldn't get away from the trouble."

Lin Sha didn't answer. After all, he didn't need to ask too many questions. He only needed to look up and glance at the huge poster of Wu Chen on the building, and he could understand that this young man was the most proud product of the company, and it wasn't surprising that he received more attention. .

Su Qiu comforted: "I know you hate troublesome things, but the company can only find a way to meet Wu Chen's request. Speaking of which, he has some common problems among young artists nowadays. He has no work when there is traffic. He wrote a song before. , Disregarding the obstruction, insisted on posting it without authorization, and was dissed by netizens so much that it almost became a funny material, and if you don’t teach him to save face—hey, am I talking too much?”

The wheelchair went through the door, and the warm air hit my face.

Lin Sha took off her scarf, and said flatly, "It's okay, I will do my best if I promise you, and it's up to him to make progress."

Su Qiu comforted: "Don't worry too much, Wu Chen is also a music student, with some background, he still stayed in our school for a year, but I would have graduated long ago."

Even if Lin Sha uttered an answer, he was always reticent and did not attract the attention of the other party.

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Muise is an old-fashioned record company, and Lin Sha only started to cooperate more after the improvement in the past two years.

Although he has written a few popular love songs for its singers, he still has self-knowledge, knowing that he is not a big character among many great gods, and the warm reception waiting in the lounge is just for the sake of the popular little fresh meat. It's just for face.

This is the case in the entertainment industry, every day the stars are all over the moon, and the next day no one cares about it.

Lin Sha has never been surprised.

Su Qiu sent him upstairs, went out to work for a while, and then brought him hot water: "Don't drink stimulating things at night, warm your hands."

Lin Sha's white fingers were a little stiff from the cold just now, and it was much easier to touch the cup.

Su Qiu smiled and winked: "Are you excited to see Master Wu?"

Lin Sha was expressionless blankly.

Su Qiu continued to laugh: "Just kidding, he is just a child, and he is quite easy to get along with."

While talking, there was a sudden commotion in the corridor outside the door.

The next moment, a group of people broke into the door.

Although there were men and women, old and young, Lin Sha's eyes were still controlled by the young man in the middle.

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Aren't the so-called celebrities the ones who sell unattainable dreams?

No matter how exquisite the talent is, it can't compare to Qingcheng's soul-stirring appearance.

This rush age is so superficial.

Wu Chen has a slender figure like a god and an unreal handsome face, no wonder it drives countless fans crazy.

Fortunately, his personality is exactly as Su Qiu said, and he has no self-awareness of his popularity.

Without airs, Wu Chen asked the assistant to take off his trench coat, raised his hand and greeted with a smile: "Sister Qiu, this is Teacher Lin, right?"

What a young voice, clear and powerful.

Lin Sha withdrew his gaze: "Hello."

Wu Chen's eyes were charming but too bright. He glanced at the wheelchair in front of him curiously, and was surprised for a moment. Then he sat down opposite Lin Sha and took off his mask: "Is it so cold?"

Lin Sha's face was instantly exposed to the air.

With clear eyebrows, thin lips and light color, it is a comfortable and non-aggressive appearance.

Su Qiu blamed at the side: "Don't touch your hands."

Lin Sha took back the mask silently: "I have a cold, I'm afraid I'll infect you."

Wu Chen said, "It's okay, the songs you wrote are pretty good."

Lin Sha was originally not good at socializing, and he didn't know what to talk about at this moment. Although he was called by Wu Chen to teach him to revise his works, how could such an idol superstar with so few skills get the time to carve music?

If you are not sure, the teacher will become the shooter in the end, and the guide will become a ghostwriter.

However, it doesn't matter.

As Lin Sha thought helplessly, her heart, which was beginning to fluctuate, calmed down again.

-

The slightly awkward meeting finally ended smoothly.

Everyone exchanged contact information and creative time with each other, and it was time to end in a blink of an eye.

Unexpectedly, Wu Chen, who seemed to be pampered, was quite enthusiastic, so he blocked Su Qiu's help, and suggested, "It's almost ten o'clock, Brother Zhi and I can just send the teacher home, sister Qiu, you are a girl Where do you have the strength?"

Lin Sha refused: "No, I'll take a taxi."

The staff who accompanied Wu Chen had almost evacuated, and he pushed the wheelchair without warning: "Why are you polite, what's the matter? Brother Zhi, slip away!"

Manager Wang Zhi was slightly dissatisfied with Wu Chen's troublesome affairs, but he didn't hesitate: "Let's go."

Su Qiu didn't stop, Lin Sha had no choice but to resist more, and could only be pushed out of the waiting room by Wang Zhi in the stiff.

-

For artists of Wu Chen's level, the company will provide drivers and bodyguards.

It was not difficult at all to help the thin Lin Sha get into the nanny's car.

Wu Chen didn't seem to feel his awkwardness. After he sat down, he took out a Coke from the small refrigerator and drank it, and threw a can of it to Lin Sha casually. The temperature was so cold that it was bone-chilling.

Wang Zhi said angrily: "I didn't eat less for dinner today, don't touch high-calorie things in the middle of the night! Who prepared it for you this time?"

Wu Chen was dissatisfied and disobedient: "I'm not fat, so I care so much."

This guy is not only popular, but his father is also a shareholder of Musie. Wang Zhi has no way to discipline him, so he can only complain to Lin Sha embarrassingly: "Look, he doesn't have the slightest awareness of being an artist. He didn't let him post the song before. If you insist on uploading it on Weibo, it’s better now, let’s see how it looks like being ridiculed..."

Wu Chen said angrily, "Okay, okay, I just need to be frustrated!"

After speaking, he wrapped his windbreaker tightly and leaned against the seat, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep.

To be honest, any expression on such a face is cute, and it doesn't make people feel angry at all.

-

Lin Sha sat quietly in the same place, and after a while he said calmly, "You are young after all..."

Wu Chen's long eyelashes moved, and he suddenly tilted his head: "It's the first time you see me, do you think it's different from what you see on TV?"

"If you are uneducated, you will always reveal what you say." Wang Zhi muttered: "It's better if you don't say a few words."

Lin Sha smiled lightly, and vaguely smelled the faint smell of cologne in the air, and there was such a familiar feeling.

He looked out the window and replied, "I don't watch TV, and I'm actually not very familiar with celebrities."

"Really? Wow! Then I'll be relieved!" Wu Chen was only 21 years old, and his speech and behavior did not exceed his childish age. He suddenly touched Lin Sha with his arm: "By the way, do you play online games?"

Lin Sha looked back strangely.

Wang Zhi hates iron for being weak: "Don't try to find someone to accompany you to waste time!——Mr. Lin, don't mind."

Wu Chen snorted, continued to close his eyes to rest his mind, and soon really fell into a light sleep.

It seemed that he was indeed tired.

Who eats this bowl of rice, who is relaxed?

-

When the car was completely quiet, Lin Sha had the courage to look at Wu Chen's face carefully.

still……

These two words gushed out of the gap in my heart instantly, but more memories were suppressed in an instant.

Not ready to think about it at all.

Although tonight was far from the first meeting with Wu Chen, it was impossible for Lin Sha to say it.

He only intends to finish the task at hand, even if it soon becomes a springboard for lack of conscience.

Lying and listening to lies, cheating and being cheated.

I really do my best.