Mr. Tan's Mr. Tan

Tan Xiao stayed at home all day on Sunday, and Luo Feng tried to hook him up to go out in the morning, but ended in failure.

"I want to stay with myself for a while." Tan Xiao said.

Luo Feng had no choice but to hang up the phone, plucked a dull hair on his head, and felt that he also needed to stay with himself for a while.

Tan Xiao didn't do anything, read a book, planted flowers, made a few snacks on a whim, sat on the open-air balcony, brewed a pot of Biluochun, sipped tea slowly, and idled like a retired old man.

On the weekends in the United States, he spent almost all those days alone in this way.

He planted three pots of Clivia on the balcony. Luo Feng sent him Junshan Yinzhen every year in China. His favorite thing was to sit on the balcony and make tea in the afternoon.

The fragrance of flowers and tea, the setting sun, and the sky full of red clouds are cozy and comfortable, but also lonely and desolate.

No one stood with me at dusk, no one asked me if the porridge was warm.

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In the evening, the fiery red sun will set.

Tan Xiao took a shower and changed into a casual suit. Mo Yang said that he would come to pick him up. He took the newspaper from the mailbox at the door and sat on the sofa to wait and read it.

Half an hour later, Mo Yang's Lexus drove downstairs, and the car honked its horn, breaking Tan Xiao's peaceful day.

Mo Yang was wearing sunglasses, and with short hair close to his scalp, he stuck his head out of the car window, and slapped the car door twice with his thick arm.

"Tan Xiao!"

Tan Xiao put down the newspaper unhurriedly, and looked out from the floor-to-ceiling window. Mo Yang didn't know where he was tanned, and his skin was so brown that it looked like the sweat that was about to shed was also the same color.

Tan Xiao suddenly felt that the caramel biscuits made at noon were rolling in his stomach.

He frowned, poured a glass of warm water and drank it up, which made him feel better.

When Mo Yang got out of the car, his height of 1.9 meters [-] was so oppressive that he even blocked all the natural light when he passed through the door.

"I brought someone." Mo Yang put his long arm on another person's shoulder, and said with his chin, "My buddy, Meng Ying."

Meng Ying and Mo Yang are both big and tall, and their heights are almost the same. Tan Xiao, who is [-], is short in front of them.

Meng Ying is Meng Jinwen's cousin. He and Mo Yang are from the same school. They are well-known twins in the medical school.

Tan Xiao put down the water glass and shook hands with Meng Ying, "Tan Xiao."

Meng Ying shook Tan Xiao's hand, first he was amazed by Tan Xiao's appearance, and then he was shocked by his voice. "Hold the grass? Your voice... talking and laughing?!"

Tan Xiao put his hands in his trouser pockets and smiled.

Mo Yang took off his sunglasses, "That's him, those jokes about wilderness fairy tales are awesome, keep it a secret."

Mo Yang patted Meng Ying on the shoulder.

Meng Ying said, "I didn't expect you to know celebrities."

Mo Yang: "I know a lot of celebrities, Tan Xiao is a scumbag."

"Be careful with what you say." Tan Xiao heard this, glanced at Mo Yang with peachy eyes, and said, "What kind of star, I am an Internet celebrity."

Mo Yang showed his white teeth, "Smelly poor."

For the dinner of Meng's mother group, the new Meng's father came specially, and Meng Jinwen obediently poured wine beside him, and the family enjoyed themselves happily.

The other four chatted and drank happily, and they hadn't met for so many years.

"Are you still planning to go back to the United States?" Mo Yang stuffed a peanut.

Tan Xiao nodded, "Thank you for sweeping my grave."

After Tan Xiao went to the United States, Mo Yang was troubled to clean the graves of Tan’s father and mother every year. Mo Yang also voluntarily. He once fought too much in the third year of high school, breaking the bridge of his classmate’s nose and crippling his hands. The classmate's family has some background, so Mo Yang was directly expelled from school.

Mo Yang thought of his gray-haired parents, and for the first time felt that he was a fool.

He didn't go to school, and suddenly he didn't want to hang out with those social youths, so he ran to Luo Feng's house all day long. Luo Feng was Tan Xiao's follower, and he stuck to Tan Xiao's back after school, so the three of them got together like this.After Tan Xiao's parents divorced, he originally lived with Tan's father, but later lived with his mother because he returned to L City High School for the exam.

But Tan Xiao and Luo Feng were going to class. When they went to school, Mo Yang had nowhere to go, so he squatted at the door of Tan Xiao's house and fell asleep. When Tan's mother came back from work and saw him, she learned about Mo Yang and took the initiative. With help, Mo Yang was able to return to campus.

This was just a small effort for Tan's mother, but it benefited Mo Yang for the rest of his life. By the way, he escaped his father's belt fried meat.

By agreeing to sweep Tan Xiao's grave, it can be regarded as his doing his best to repay Tan's mother.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mo Yang drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, stared at the empty glass and said again: "You also asked someone to help you sweep the grave?"

Tan Xiao stood up, took the wine bottle and was about to pour the wine. He didn't understand why Mo Yang asked this question, so he shook his head truthfully, pointed the mouth of the bottle at the mouth of the glass, and said, "No."

Mo Yang looked at Tan Xiao, and guessed something in his heart. He swallowed the words he was about to blurt out, and finally took a sip of wine and finally shook his head.

Mo Yang finished drinking the glass of wine in his hand, hooked Luo Feng by the back of his neck and dragged him out.

Luo Feng was completely inexplicable, and the moment he was dragged away, he did not forget to take away a roasted chicken leg.

Turning to the safe passage stairwell, Mo Yang stopped.

"Hurry up if you have something to say, I'm not full yet, and the meat will be eaten by Meng Ying." Luo Feng gnawed on the chicken leg, biting off half of the meat.

Mo Yang: "You fucking have the nerve to call someone a fool."

Luo Feng turned around and left.

Mo Yang dragged him around in a circle, then turned him back.

Luo Feng: "If you fart, let it go!"

Mo Yang took a deep look at him, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, a thick puff of smoke gushed out from his mouth and nose, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was unable to speak a thousand words.

Luo Feng looked at him with contempt, "..." It's okay to pretend to be coercive, did you and Meng Ying collude? !

Mo Yang slowly blew out a smoke ring, the more Luo Feng thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, and he wanted to leave again as soon as he took a step.

Mo Yang circled his neck, and Luo Feng elbowed him with a backhand.

Mo Yang let out a muffled snort, and said before he swept over with his hind legs: "Every time I go to visit Aunt Tan's grave, someone goes first!"

Luo Feng stopped his movements, "Get to the point."

Mo Yang: "I think it's Tan Jiping."

Luo Feng: "Why?"

"Pink roses." Mo Yang said, "Except for the few of us, who else knows that Aunt Tan likes pink roses."

When Mo Yang went to Qingming in the first year, he specially brought a bouquet of pink roses instead of Bai Baihe or white chrysanthemums when ordinary people went to visit the deceased, because Tan's mother likes pink roses, and she thinks pink roses are full of girlish romance. .

Who knew that when he lowered his head, he found that there was already a bouquet of very solemn pink roses wrapped in a gift box in front of Mother Tan's tombstone.There are even other Qingming supplies, candles, and paper money, which are traces of being used within a day.

At first he thought it was Tan Xiao who came back to do it, but at first he called him and found out that Tan Xiao was still in the United States.

Next, in the second year, the third year, and the fourth year, someone arrived before him every year.

There are pink roses every year.

He always had an answer in his heart, but he stubbornly felt that it was impossible, so he would rather not expose this matter.

Today I saw Tan Xiao and drank some wine, and suddenly I really wanted to know the answer, but the answer confirmed his guess.

Luo Feng thought for a moment, then said: "...You must never tell Xiaoxiao."

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After dinner, everyone was slightly drunk.

Meng's mother and Meng's father went back first, Luo Feng suggested changing the venue to sing, Mo Yang, Meng Ying and Meng Jinwen had no objection, Tan Xiao wanted to go back, but Luo Feng refused to let him go.

"Go, let's go, it's lively and lively." Luo Feng said, regardless of whether Tan Xiao wanted to drag him away.

Tan Xiao drank alcohol and became limp, weak, unable to hold back Luo Feng, and got into the car with the crowd, and when he arrived at the KTV, he collapsed on the sofa with a pillow and did not move, looking tired.

Luo Feng and Meng Ying are two microphone masters, and the microphone has never left their hands.

Meng Jinwen peeled melon seeds and ate them, applauding from time to time.

Sitting next to him, Mo Yang put his arm on the back of the sofa behind him, took a sip of Tan Xiao's mango juice with a wine glass, and said sincerely: "Thank you for what happened yesterday."

"What nonsense?" Tan Xiao returned the sentence to him, his eyes glanced at Meng Jinwen, implying, "You two?"

Mo Yang grinned, hugged Meng Jinwen's waist and pulled him into his arms, "We two!"

Meng Jinwen's face turned red, he glanced at Tan Xiao shyly, then became angry and punched Mo Yang's chest with his fist, and said in a low voice, "What are you doing, it's not good for Brother Tan to see it..."

Mo Yang simply kissed him and fell in love with him, "He is just like us."

"Ah?" Meng Jinwen exclaimed in a low voice, Mo Yang whispered something in his ear, the sour smell of love was permeating the two of them.

Tan Xiao let out an exaggerated ouch, covered his eyes with his palms and turned his face away.

Luo Feng sat down to drink some water, and Tan Xiao took out the microphone in his palm.

Luo Feng's eyes widened: "You want to sing?"

Tan Xiao doesn't like to sing, but when she sings, she must be able to hear the explosion.With his excellent voice alone, even if he is tone-deaf, he still sounds great.

Produced by Tan Xiao, it must be a good product.

"Sing." Tan laughed.

Luo Feng crawled across the sofa and stuck to him, "What are you singing about?"

"Next song." Tan Xiao adjusted the voice of the microphone.

"Decree!" Luo Feng grabbed Tan Xiao's hand and yelled into the microphone, "Laugh out loud and sing! Meng Ying retreat!" Then cut Meng Ying's hero song.

Meng Ying:? ? ?

Tan Xiao looked at Luo Feng speechlessly, "Let him finish singing first."

"It's all cut, sing your song, don't worry about him." Luo Feng grabbed Meng Ying by the back of the neck and knocked him down, and he threw the 1.9 meter tall man on the sofa without any effort.

Meng Ying:! ! !

Luo Feng can't afford to eat so much, an invisible strongman.

Tan Xiao rolled his eyes, Luo Feng, who was known as his number one fan, was really... hard to describe.

"Listen! Be quiet!" Luo Feng said excitedly.

Meng Ying's self-cultivation of a Maiba was reflected at this moment, and he struggled to get back his own song.

Mo Yang was hugging Meng Jinwen and whispering to him, but when Luo Feng yelled, he couldn't help but get serious, and said to Meng Ying: "Listen, it's rare for Tan Xiao to speak once, and once you hear it, you'll know how awesome he is." sent."

Only then did Meng Ying retract the finger that was about to click on the song.

Tan Xiao focused on the lyrics displayed on the screen. He could sing the song but couldn't remember the lyrics.

The lyrics scrolled up, it was "Little Lucky" by Hebe Tien.

Luo Feng turned off the original singing, and the box became quiet. Tan Xiao's delicate and beautiful voice is very suitable for this kind of tune. sings:

I hear the raindrops falling on the green grass

I heard the get out of class bell ringing in the distance

but i didn't hear your voice

seriously call my name

……

Tan Xiao interprets this song with a hoarse and quiet tone. The feather that has been hidden for a long time and can stir people's hearts is like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, flapping its wings freely and recklessly in the singing, to conquer and soar.

Luo Feng burst into tears, and finally heard Tan Xiao sing again, in his lifetime...

Meng Ying spread out on the sofa, frantically swiping the screen in his mind: It sounds good, it sounds good, why the fuck is it so good, it sounds so good, I want to cry, I can't cry, I can't hold back, I have to be worthy of your height...

Even the passers-by outside the box who accidentally heard the singing stopped involuntarily, as if they had crashed into the profound youth that cannot be described in words, the quiet, exciting, sweet and full of the fragrance of the grass. In the sad youth love.

The little deer in my heart was alive and kicking, and the distant voice from the past said with longing and shyness:

I like you, can you like me too?

Meng Jinwen and Mo Yang hugged each other, and the singing made them forget the time. They just felt how lucky it was that the person in front of them also liked them, and a deep love flowed in their hearts.

The decision to fight the world for me

that rained for me

It's all about you

spotless sincerity

Meet you

so lucky

……

Tan Xiao sang, immersed in the song, his eyes were moist but very clear.

Tan Jiping, I have always felt very lucky to meet you. Even if we separated later, I don't regret it. I have never regretted loving you.

No one noticed that Tan Xiao broke a note when he sang, it was a short weeping sound caused by small emotional fluctuations.

He lowered his eyelashes, opened and closed his lips, and his thick eyelashes formed a beautiful arc under his eyes, and there was a gleam of light in his eyes.

As long as you take another step towards me, I will definitely rush towards you for the rest of the way.

Please, give me another reason to run hard.