But unwilling to see the scenery

The three people sitting around Jiang Nuo looked at him in unison. Jiang Nuo blinked and looked up at the ceiling, thinking that Liang Zhen had the wrong name, or someone with the same name.

There was no response in the auditorium, so Liang Zhen shouted louder: "Jiang Nuo!"

Yan Ruoyu and Lin Huai took Jiang Nuo's hand and pulled him up from his seat, then quickly sat down and pretended that they hadn't done anything, leaving Jiang Nuo standing there alone.

Liang Zhen snorted softly, stretched his arms forward, released his clenched hand, and the pendant engraved with "real" fell from his palm and shook: "Why are you standing still?"

Lin Huai quickly pushed the person to the steps, Jiang Nuo could only bite the bullet and go first, turned his back to the other contestants and faced Liang Zhen, shaking his head at a loss, unable to understand why Liang Zhen, who had never met before, wanted the last place give him.

"Take it." Liang Zhen had his own considerations, and stuffed the necklace into his hand, "You are worth it."

Jiang Nuo obviously didn't think so: "I was not assessed by you..."

"That's right, Mr. Liang, why did you give him the spot? What are your assessment criteria?" Someone stood up, as if he had endured Liang for a long time, and he had already been eliminated anyway, so he simply asked.

"It's fine if you give the necklace to Pai Daxing and the idol trainee, what is the origin of this Jiang Nuo, you...don't give out the necklace randomly..."

"It's too magical, any og here is more qualified than them."

"It's just..."

Discussions continued one after another. Lin Huai wanted to be calm at first, but the yin and yang said that Liang Zhen must have discussed with the program team that the person who released the water was sitting two or three rows away from him and spit. How could he bear it? Hitting someone on the head, he apologized perfunctorily: "Oh, I'm sorry, I was blind and thought it was a trash can, I misread it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You—" The man stood up and confronted Lin Huai, "Who are you scolding!"

"Aren't you the one?" Lin Huai narrowed his eyes slightly, "You came to Ling'an University to participate in the Jiang Province College Student Selection Competition. When Liang Zhen was the judge and gave you a pass at the end, why didn't you say that he let you go?"

"And you, you are from the Northwest Division." Lin Huai looked behind him and questioned a label established in Ningxia humbly, "You are scolding so hard now, why don't you think about who is running the Northwest Division? Did the manpower and material resources come from the northwest wind?"

"Lin Huai, that's enough!" The camera didn't stop recording. Liang Zhen worried that Lin Huai would be maliciously edited, so he stopped it in time.Lin Huai felt aggrieved, and felt aggrieved that he was speaking for Liang Zhen, but Liang Zhen thought he was ignorant.

Liang Zhen didn't have time to appease him for the time being, and told the other rappers in the audience: "I know some of you are not convinced, and that's right, if all of you are convinced, then it's too unhip-hop."

"But it's not just a competition, it's a reality show, a variety show. This stage requires more than skills, but also whether your things are enough to make people shine."

"So I didn't choose old guns, newcomers, BattleMC or studiorapper, oldschool or trap or neww**e—" He put his hands on Jiang Nuo's shoulders, turned him to face the audience, and continued: "I Everyone selected may be the champion two months later."

The audience was quiet, except for Liang Zhen's calm and humble voice.

"As for those who are curious about my assessment criteria, you will naturally know when you stand in my position one day."

He scanned the room and asked, "Any questions?"

No one responded, and those who had whispered before also shut their mouths wisely.

"Then my auditions are all over. Everyone has worked hard. See you in 60 seconds for the second round." After finishing speaking, Liang Zhen bowed deeply to all the rappers who were not promoted, and then left.

The contestants also got up one after another, Jiang Nuo still stood where he was, until Yan Ruoyu ran over and patted him on the shoulder before recovering.In this way, the mahjong quartet has all advanced. Lin Huai and East couldn't wait to celebrate, so they found a barbecue restaurant to play skewers together at night.

But the happiness is all theirs. Jiang Nuo was so calm that he was a little dazed. He was so slow that the barbecue was served on the table. His joyful emotions were not mobilized by the little brothers around him. It seemed that if Liang Zhen didn't insist, he really didn't want it that chain.

"Then drink!" Lin Huai didn't believe in evil anymore, and tried to use this method to make Jiang Nuo high.

Lin Huai's alcohol capacity is very good, he belongs to the kind who can go home sober after drinking a glass of "I won't go home tonight". I used to listen to Yan Ruoyu mentioning that Jiang Nuo can drink and thought that the southerners would unite to brag. After eating all of them, the wine glasses must be touched for a while to decide who is superior.

Then Lin Huai liked to see the success or failure.

He originally thought that Jiang Nuo's "able to drink" was just above the average line of southerners, but he greatly underestimated. In the end, Yan Ruoyu and Easter both stood in his camp, and his head hurt and his feet were belching. , Jiang Nuo didn't even change his complexion.

Lin Huai couldn't drink anymore, and complained: "Mr. Nuo, you are not slow to heat up, you just can't heat up at all!"

East echoed: "Yeah, it's like a block of ice, it won't heat up."

"Huh?" Yan Ruoyu put his arms around East's neck, pinched Lin Huai's with the other hand, and said drunkly, "Huh? How do you two know that he won't be hot? Have you covered him?"

"When did you cover it? Why didn't I know?" Yan Ruoyu frantically shook the bodies of the two of them begging for an explanation, "It's not kind of you to steal from your brother!"

Jiang Nuo, the only sober person who is contacting the substitute driver: "..."

Yan Ruoyu was the most unbelievably drunk. Jiang Nuo got the necklace from Liang Zhen. He was happier than himself for being promoted. He drank foreign wine and beer, and fell asleep peacefully on the table after a few glasses.

He wasn't worried about what would happen next, anyway, he had Jiang Nuo by his side, and Jiang Nuo would take him home after he ate magic mushrooms, getting drunk was simply an easy mode.

He gave Jiang Nuo all his trust, Jiang Nuo helped him, he clung to Jiang Nuo's back and moaned for his sister to carry her back.Jiang Nuo finally took him back to the hotel and put him on the bed. He stubbornly put his arms around Jiang Nuo's neck, not letting his sister leave just like that.

Jiang Nuo sighed helplessly and sat on the floor beside the bed.Yan Ruoyu supported his head with his hands, lay on his side and stared at Jiang Nuo.

"Sister..." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Sister, you smell bad."

Jiang Nuo didn't pay much attention: "Maybe it smells like wine."

"It's not wine." Yan Ruoyu closed his eyes again, took another deep breath, opened his mouth and let out a "wow", murmured intoxicated and enjoying, "Wow, it smells good, it smells so good."

Jiang Nuo: "..."

Jiang Nuo was [-]% sure that Yan Ruoyu was drunk, and was planning how to sneak away when the unreasonable Yan Ruoyu suddenly rushed towards him, spreading his hands as if trying to grab him by the neck.

He instinctively defended and leaned back, but his reaction was not fast enough, and Yan Ruoyu grabbed his shoulder.

After rolling on the floor for two laps, Yan Ruoyu took advantage of his height and body shape to firmly restrain him below. His arms and waist were so painful that he couldn't get up. He couldn't help being a little angry and felt that Yan Ruoyu was too much up.

Jiang Nuo no longer honored him as the young master: "Smelly brother, get up!"

Banquet Smelly Brother Ruoyu remained motionless.

"Can't you get up and treat me like a woman?" Jiang Nuo raised his knee and threatened, "If you press me down again, I'll kick your crotch. Don't think I'm afraid."

Yan Ruoyu didn't seem to hear, without saying a word, she buried her face in his hair and shoulders.

The breath mixed with the smell of alcohol and heat burst out in the most sensitive place, and Jiang Nuo's goosebumps covered his whole body, making him unable to move.

But when his limbs were not so stiff, he realized that there were no small pimples on his skin. The numbness was more psychological, and his face was vaguely reflected on the ceiling inlaid with jade fragments. Still red after drinking.

"Smelly... Yanruo—"

Yan Ruoyu rubbed his nose against his neck and whispered in his ear as if staying out of the way, "Noah, Noah. djvndkscndwjkvcjew! NoA, NoA!"

Jiang Nuo: "..."

Jiang Nuo was defeated: "Master, please speak Chinese well, I can't understand French."

"It's not French!" Yan Ruoyu sat up suddenly, with his hands on his hips, said solemnly, "It's the language of Tahiti, Gauguin went to Tahiti, and I heard the native Maori there like to say, Noa, NoA. "

"Hmm... what a coincidence." Jiang Nuo looked up at the dead child sitting on his hip, and moved awkwardly, "Come down, okay?"

"No!" Yan Ruoyu leaned on his neck and sniffed furiously, "Don't go to Tahiti, please, don't, don't leave..."

Jiang Nuo finally understood that Yan Ruoyu was really drunk, his soul passed through Van Gogh, and he even identified himself as Gauguin.

"Okay, okay, I won't leave, I—" he showed the palm of his right hand to the stinky brother, and said softly, "The sunflower you drew for me is here, and the sunflower is hung in the room, so I will always be in the room."

Yan Ruoyu took his hand, sat up again, didn't look at the tattoo but sniffed carefully the arteries in his wrist, then pressed his palms against his cheeks, finally willing to get off Jiang Nuo and lie on the side.

"She's full of charm and looks very elegant—"

Jiang Nuo sighed, and reluctantly turned sideways to face Yan Ruoyu, reassuring himself that he at least spoke Chinese.

"—she has a half-vegetal, half-animal fragrance from blood, and gardenias on her head."

Jiang Nuo was confused by Yan Ruoyu's words, and didn't know that they were Gauguin's notes in Tahiti.The French painter Gauguin hated the barbaric arrogance of European society, and yearned for the natural primitiveness of Tahiti, where women were not polluted by modern civilization, and fell on the canvas and became his passion for life.

"—she's pretty, she's got a demagogic charm."

Yan Ruoyu's speech speed was getting slower and slower, and he said each word slowly, his eyes gradually cleared away from the drunkenness, and then closed after flickering.

"—She always likes to say...always loves to say...Xiang (Noah), Xiangah (Noah)."

The dead child whose soul wears Gauguin and Van Gogh foolishly can't tell the difference finally calmed down, and fell asleep contentedly with Jiang Nuo's hand.

Jiang Nuo didn't move, his eyesight was limited and he could only pretend to be Yan Ruoyu's sleeping face.The boy's hair is no longer as red as it was when it was first dyed, and the color has faded, mixed with brown and yellow, which makes the already distinct outline even more mixed.

His facial features follow his father's, but his facial features are almost exactly the same as his mother's, especially his eyes. Even if they are closed, the corners of the eyes are slightly drooping. If they are opened, they start to smile. Take side, always pure and kind, never grow up, as pure as Peter Pan from Neverland.

Jiang Nuo didn't know how long he watched until the coldness on the floor hit his skin, he didn't think of himself, but was worried that Yan Ruoyu would catch a cold, so he gently lifted him onto the bed.

Peter Pan from Neverland was at his mercy, obediently covering his quilt with only his fluffy hair and fair face.After doing all this, he didn't stay by the bed, and left lightly, leaning on the door and touching the switch that controls the lights in the whole room.

But the darkness did not completely fall, he lowered his arms, and kept the cool lamp beside the bed, he couldn't tell the reason, but he just wanted to keep the lamp on and accompany him.

After all, he drank alcohol, and stared at something for a long time, and it would become blurred. The lamp was shaking and shaking, and there was no reason for him to recall the scene when the two met for the first time.

At that time, Yan Ruoyu was like a delicate Princess and the Pea. She thought he was dirty, and if she didn't go on stage, she would give up her clothes if she wore them.

But it was just such a person in the clouds who carried himself home, and the fireworks in the alley swayed and swayed in the cold wind, and it just swayed in a daze until today.

Yes, Jiang Nuo would also be puzzled, how did they get along until today.It's incredible enough for a poor boy in the slums to become a high society by relying on basketball and rap. He and Yan Ruoyu have no similarities in family and personality, yet they can live together under the same roof for eight months.

What's even more incredible is that Yan Ruoyu would argue with him on music production, but he never put on a superior posture and suppressed it as it should be.Jane Eyre would say to Mr. Rochester: "Do you think that because I am poor, humble, unbeautiful, and short, I have no soul and no heart? You are wrong! My soul is the same as yours." He told Yan Ruoyu There is no need to say such words, because the deepest impression Yan Ruoyu left on him was not someone's son or grandson, how much fame and fortune he had, but an ordinary night, when a high-spirited young man was riding a motorcycle. Che came to the rental house in Ling'an to look for him, and couldn't wait to hand over his helmet to pick him up. All the way, he excitedly asked what he wanted for supper, or whether he should buy candied haws skewers as before.

Juvenile really makes everyone feel equal, not just in the dimension of music.Yan Ruoyu may not have realized this, but Jiang Nuo thought so, and believed so, his lips moved, and he suddenly realized that this was the first time he said good night to someone.

He blinked and looked at Yan Ruoyu, who was sleeping soundly in the dim light and didn't hear anything. The more he looked, the more he felt that it was not unreasonable for him to say such a sentence suddenly. He felt that a person with a sad background would definitely say it when he met him. Good night, the world is worth it from now on.

The world is worth--

If there is such a lively life as Yan Ruoyu that exists and blooms in the world, the world is worthy of everyone's good night wishes and anticipation on lonely nights:

"see you tomorrow."