exploded

The stage is both bright and dark.

The beams of light from the sky illuminated the figures of Bo Yijian and Yu Shengwei, while all the others, hidden in the darkness, turned into continuous shadows and merged with the surrounding buildings.

This is like an island.

On the isolated island, there are only you and me.

After a shout, the host smiled slightly with Yu Sheng again: "Yuyu, before performing with Teacher Bo, do you have anything to say?"

The hustle and bustle of the scene stopped, and they were patiently waiting for Yu Shengwei's answer, but it took a long time for Yu Shengwei to make a sound.

He said, "I..."

But apart from this word, he has no other language, what he wants to say, he can't say, and those other languages, at this moment, are so feeble.

He closed his mouth, looked at Bo Yijian, his eyes penetrated the space between the two of them, and he refused to leave.

All the unfinished words are in this glance.

The host checked his words and found that Yu Shengwei was a little out of shape. He quickly interjected and turned to another person on the scene: "Mr. Bo, what do you want to say about being able to perform on the same stage with Yuyu?"

Bo Yijian replied calmly: "I am very happy to have this opportunity, and thank the program group for giving me the opportunity to perform on the same stage with Xiaoyu." He said here, and made a small joke with the audience, "But I am very good at playing the piano. Not too good, if you play it wrong later, don't worry about it, anyway, our purpose is to listen to Xiao Yu sing."

The audience was extremely cooperative and burst into laughter on the spot.

The host continued: "Okay, now let's enjoy Yu Shengwei and Bo Yijian's joint performance, "We Have Met"!"

Halftime ended, the host retreated to the background, and the lights began to flicker.

Bo Yijian sat back on the piano bench.

He raised his arms and stretched them flat, with five fingers resting lightly on the piano keys, waiting for the accompaniment to sound.

When the first ray of music reached Bo Yijian's ears, a star lit up above the dark stage.

The stars shone brightly, one after another lit up, connected in series, and continued, like a pearl chain hanging high above the sky.

Bo Yijian struck the first note, and then another bar of notes.

His hands moved briskly and deftly, and a familiar melody flowed from his fingertips.

On the stage, only ten meters away from Yu Shengwei, he suddenly gained the intense emotion that he didn't have when he was practicing alone.

Expect that.

so pleasant.

So excited from the bottom of my heart.

After the prelude was over, Yu Sheng, who had been standing still, moved slightly. He walked to the microphone, and when he spoke, there was a trembling sound in his throat.

The audience hummed along.

But after one sentence, the vibrato in Yu Shengwei's libretto disappeared. He seemed to have found his state, with a stable voice and clear articulation.

The audience held their breath.

Not only the audience, Bo Yijian was also paying attention.

It wasn't the first time he heard Yu Shengwei sing, but it was the first time he heard him sing so well.

He was a little attracted, even though he was playing the accompaniment, he couldn't help turning his gaze towards Yu Shengwei, and then he noticed that Yu Shengwei moved suddenly.

As he sang, he walked, walked off the high stage, and walked into the middle of the audience.

There was some commotion at the scene.

The audience sitting on both sides of Yu Shengwei's walking path stretched out their hands, wanting to shake hands with Yu Shengwei, and another little girl was holding a bouquet that was almost bigger than her own, eager to hand it to Yu Shengwei.

Yu Sheng bent down slightly.

During the interval of singing, he thanked the little girl. He didn't take the whole bouquet of roses, but he took out one of the most delicate and alluring red roses.

The flower of thorns bloomed at his fingertips.

Once the lyrics are sung, the melody comes again.

Bo Yijian is playing the chorus.

At this most critical moment, the paragraphs that I couldn't practice well during practice seemed to be inspired by the atmosphere and became a little more proficient.

He played it intently until a bright red rose petal fell from the sky onto his finger.

A small petal, like silk, also like the tender skin of a human body, slid across the back of his hand lightly, taking away his eyes and his heart.

He unconsciously raised his head and saw Yu Shengwei.

At some point, Yu Shengwei, who had left the stage, came back again.

He leaned against the piano, with a rose between his fingertips, he lowered his head, and the rose bloomed on his lips.

Another second.

The person who lowered his head to sniff the flowers raised his head.

Those bright eyes cast over leisurely, like shining water, shining brightly, and the waves are affectionate.

He sang softly, the heart of love, the flower of roses, vying to be romantic.

A petal was torn from the rose and landed on the keys.

Another petal was torn from the rose and landed on the keys.

Yu Shengwei leaned leisurely next to the piano, pulling rose petals one by one, and then scattered all the petals.

The big screen and loudspeaker equipment on the stage faithfully present all this to the audience on site and in the distance.

There are so many reds and sweet lyrics.

Fei Wu twirled lightly, falling down, covering the white keys, and covering the thin hands.

Immediately there were excited screams at the scene.

The audience shouted loudly: "Yu Shengwei! Yu Shengwei! Thin Yijian! Thin Yijian!"

Afterwards, the two voices merged into one: "Yu Shengwei! Thin Yijian! Thin Yijian! Yu Shengwei!"

These loud voices, like flash floods and tsunami coming, occupied the venue domineeringly and jubilantly.

After plucking out the rose petals, Yu Sheng casually threw away the dead branches, then leaned over, and at the last moment of the interlude, he put his fingers on the keys playfully, and pressed three or five syllables playfully.

"Do"

"Mi"

"Do"

There are three notes in total. After pressing the two rising Do, the fingers on the keys brushed the back of Yijian's hand, and quickly pressed the other three syllables.

"La, so, fa."

After the syllable is pressed, the interlude ends.

Yu Shengwei stood up straight again, and he opened his mouth to sing, singing from his throat, from his mind, from his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, softly and deeply, and every string of sound is a string of love.

"We have met."

"Why not fall in love?"

The dazzling pearl chain fell from the sky.

It's starlight, it's fireworks, falling from the high sky to the happy world, and from the world, blooming flowers and trees, spring everywhere.

***

At the moment when the singing performance ended, thunderous applause sent Bo Yijian and Yu Shengwei into the aisle behind the stage, and they refused to stop for a long time.

They walked in the passage, and a thin layer of curtains could not cover the applause from the audience. The narrow and deep passage made some details that are not usually noticeable interesting.

such as.

your breath.

my breath.

It is entangled with me, and I am entangled with you. In the most quiet, I experience the most intimate entanglement.

The passage was not smooth, and the blending of faintly floating breaths ended quickly, and the two entered the backstage of the venue together.

The backstage of the New Year's Eve was full of on-site staff, stars preparing to perform and their assistants. There were many people with mixed eyes. At this time, Bo Yijian and Yu Shengwei looked at each other and communicated quietly with their eyes for a while. Afterwards, Bo Yijian left first, and about 15 minutes later, Yu Shengwei also left.

No need to leave a message, they met at the hotel in a tacit understanding.

At this time, Bo Yijian had just returned to the room for 5 minutes, and before he had time to take off his outfit, there was a knock on the hotel door, and just as he opened the door a crack, Yu Shengwei slipped in through it.

After returning to his own place, he could finally be a little more presumptuous. Bo Yijian's eyes lingered on Yu Shengwei's face, and he said, "Today's performance is very good."

Yu Shengwei: "You were always practicing the piano before?"

Bo Yijian made a slight correction: "Yesterday and today, I was practicing the piano, and the other two days I was singing."

Yu Shengwei was a little confused: "Sing?"

Bo Yijian: "Originally the staff asked me to sing love songs with you on stage. I practiced for two days, and my singing was so bad... I had to play the piano instead. Did you embarrass yourself?"

Neither of them moved.

At this moment, even a little more movement is a waste of time.

In the small space behind the door, they whispered to each other next to each other.

Yu Shengwei: "No, you play very well. I'm not afraid of losing face, I'm happy."

Bo Yijian raised his hand towards Yu Shengwei. Yu Shengwei looked at the hand and felt that the other person wanted to touch his face, but the hand finally fell on Yu Shengwei's shoulder.

Bo Yijian took off a petal from the opponent's shoulder that was glued to it at some point.

He put this petal on his lips and kissed it lightly, and suddenly remembered something, and he couldn't help asking Yu Shengwei: "What do those notes on the stage mean?"

Yu Shengwei: "Huh?"

Bo Yijian smiled and said, "Don't pretend, I think those few notes you played must have some meaning, are you trying to tell me something?... do, mi, do, la, so, fa?"

Yu Shengwei: "You guess?"

Bo Yijian frowned in distress: "I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I can't guess it."

Yu Shengwei: "Brother Yijian really wants to know?"

Bo Yijian: "Of course."

Yu Shengwei: "Then..." He leaned closer to Bo Yijian and blew softly, "Brother Yijian wants to promise me something, so I will tell you about it."

Bo Yijian: "Okay."

Yu Shengwei: "Don't ask me what it is?"

Bo Yijian turned his head to the side, looking at the face beside him.

He smiled slightly: "Don't ask."

As far as the eye can see, the temperature in the room is rising steadily.

Yu Sheng licked his lips unconsciously: "Then my first request is...Brother Yijian, give me your phone."

Bo Yijian was slightly surprised, but did not express anything, and quickly took out the phone from his pocket and handed it to Yu Shengwei.

The moment Yu Shengwei received the phone, he also took out his own.

Then, he walked into the living room and locked their mobile phones together in the safe.

Regardless of the destruction of the world by earthquakes and floods, no one will be able to find them again tonight!

Then he turned around and said to Bo Yijian, "The first hint is to turn the notes into numbered notation."

Bo Yijian: "Turn it into a simplified musical notation... 838654?"

He said, watching with great interest what Yu Shengwei did.

Yu Shengwei walked to the living room, and he followed into the living room. When Yu Shengwei locked his phone and went to the wine cabinet, he sat on the sofa and watched Yu Shengwei's every move.

He had a premonition of what was going to happen next.

When Yu Shengwei, who was standing in front of the wine cabinet, turned around again, he had already poured two glasses of red wine.

The bright liquid swayed gently in the transparent glasses, and after a while, one of the glasses was handed to Bo Yijian.

This glass of wine is not much, and the bottom is shallow, which is the amount for an adult in one mouthful.

Yu Shengwei said: "Brother Yijian, cheers."

Bo Yijian: "Is this your second request?"

Yu Shengwei: "Of course."

Bo Yijian smiled again: "Cheers are fine, what are you celebrating?"

Yu Shengwei: "Congratulations... we met."

The two glasses touched lightly, and the two drank the wine in the glasses.

But the red wine has a low alcohol content, and one sip will not even blush.

Yu Shengwei poured another glass for the two of them, but it was still shallow.

He said again: "Brother Yijian, come again."

Bo Yijian: "What's the reason this time?"

Yu Shengwei's reason was very similar to before, with only one small word changed: "Congratulations on our meeting."

They drank the wine in the glass again.

Yu Shengwei added: "The second tip, reverse the numbers."

Bo Yijian: "456838?"

Yu Sheng smiled, and his smile was bright: "That's right."

Not knowing whether it's the wine or the person, Bo Yi gradually felt the heat rising from his body.

He looked at Yu Shengwei's face, a layer of red had already appeared on that white porcelain face, as if the color of red wine had run onto his face, and then Yu Shengwei poured himself another glass liquor.

This time, he didn't have a cup to take care of.

Holding the glass of wine, he walked around the tea table and walked all the way in front of Bo Yijian. He walked very slowly. During the walk, his eyes kept turning on the floor and Bo Yijian's shirt. When Yijian was standing in front of him, he stumbled on the flat ground, and his whole body fell towards Bo Yijian, the glass in his hand and the red wine in the glass, of course, also fell towards Bo Yijian——

Bo Yijian raised his hand in due course.

He wrapped his arms around Yu Shengwei's waist with one hand, and held Yu Shengwei's wrist with the other.

The opponent's wrist was as thin as his waist, so he could easily control it with one hand.

Bo Yijian pressed his thumb on Yu Shengwei's wrist, and with a little force, his fingers stroked Yu Shengwei's palm and the glass in his palm.

He straightened the crooked glass carefully, before smiling: "Be careful, huh?"

Yu Sheng looked at Bo Yijian for a while, then suddenly relaxed his waist and legs, and knelt down beside Bo Yijian, getting close to him: "Brother Yijian, did you do it on purpose?"

Bo Yijian pretended to be confused: "What did I do on purpose?"

Yu Shengwei: "You know I want to pour red wine on you."

Bo Yijian feigned surprise: "Why do you want to pour red wine on me? Did I do something wrong?"

Yu Shengwei stopped talking.

He raised his hand, drank the wine in the glass, and moved closer to Bo Yijian.

He looked at Bo Yijian for a while, then slowly, slowly, kissed him.

The red wine contained in his mouth, along Yu Shengwei's lips, half of it was passed into Yijian's lips, half of it trickled out, fell down, slid down his chin, slid across his throat, and fell on his collar.

Then, Yu Sheng let out a slight breath.

He said: "Brother Yijian, you didn't do anything wrong, I just want to help you change your clothes..." He smiled, stretched out his hand to stroke the wine stains on the clothes, "Look, it's dirty."

The lights are frivolous, and the alcohol is secretly moving.

This winter night, spring is boundless.