The whole group of rebirth will accompany me to abuse the villain [Entertainment]

The crowd waving fluorescent sticks was flickeringly illuminated by the lights. It was a cold night, but the cold air above the stadium did not reach the ground. The crowd was so boiling that the atmosphere was so frenzied.

Qiao Yixian tried his best to maintain a steady voice, gripping the microphone tightly with his slender fingers, and resting his other hand lightly on top, his whole body was trembling undetectably, and fine beads of sweat gradually overflowed from his fair neck.

He squinted his eyes, the stage lights were too bright, and he couldn't see any faces in the audience clearly.

Just now, he ran all the way from the extension platform, probably due to the lack of exercise on weekdays, he soon became dizzy and his heartbeat gradually became disordered.

Fortunately, the microphone couldn't pick up the heartbeat. After silently breathing a sigh of relief in his heart, Qiao Yixian withdrew his left hand and pressed hard on the position of the heart.

Qiao Yixian's outline is between soft and tough. When he squints his eyes and smiles heavily, he can always make people fall in easily. His thin lips are tightly pursed, his complexion is fair, and he is standing on the stage in a light-colored shirt that fits well. Cleanly, it shows a breathtaking beauty.

It's not the kind of feminine beauty, but the insolent allure unique to mature men, which aggressively hits people's eyes.

Lifting his left hand, he took off the earphones, and the wires were wound behind his ears a few times. After the drummer hit the last note, Qiao Yixian put down the microphone for the time being, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Turning around, ignoring the rear and screaming, he quickly walked to the dark place, grabbed the mineral water that had been unscrewed from the cap, raised his neck, and eagerly poured it down. The sore throat was at least comfortable.

He drank too fast, water and sweat mixed together, and slipped into the open neckline at some point, Qiao Yixian lowered his head, pursed his lips, put the water back to its original position, picked up a dry towel and wiped it between his neck wipe.

During the guitarist's long solo, as the lead singer, he could at least rest for a few minutes, leaning gently next to a piece of equipment, and huddled in a corner where the light was out of sight.

Qiao Yixian shook his head vigorously, rubbed his forehead, and always felt that his brain was extremely lethargic today.

In order to divert his attention, he swayed the closed microphone with his slender fingers, thinking silently that after the dinner party, he must go home to play the game - he didn't even play the level yesterday for five hours, it was really So frustrated.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the bass player who was originally standing at the other end of the stage as the background board carefully walked over and walked towards the dark place where Qiao Yixian was.

As if in response, Qiao Yixian turned his head slightly, raised his eyebrows, and raised the corners of his lips towards Ji Chen, the confusion in his eyes dissipated, and gradually became soft.

Looking at the other party without blinking, Qiao Yixian, who was sore all over, raised his hand and carefully rubbed the back of his neck. Seeing this, the man frowned, and his pace quickened a lot.

Putting his hand down with a smile, Qiao Yixian instantly felt that his whole body was ironed a lot, and waved his hand at Ji Chen pretending to be relaxed.

After being shrouded in shadow, Qiao Yixian raised his head, his voice was hoarse, and the corners of his lips raised: "I came here on purpose, aren't you sinking?"

After that, he raised his eyebrows at the bass in the man's hand.

As we all know, the electric bass is heavy, very heavy, heavier than peanut oil. Bass players like to stay in place solo, but they don't want to have fun on stage.

Ji Chen didn't answer right away. He glanced back and forth at the other party under the dim light, and found that this guy's face was much less pale than before.

Secretly heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't express his worries, but gently took off the bass, put it aside, and gently sat down beside Qiao Yixian.

Taking advantage of the darkness around him and the spotlight flickering between the two guitarists, Ji Chen moved his face closer and responded with a smile: "Long-distance relationship is too painful, I miss you."

Ji Chen restrained his movements. Seen from behind, they were just getting together and discussing something in a low voice.

But even so, the few fans sitting in the first row were still focusing on the two of them, screaming one after another.

Coincidentally, the manager Ai Xin took out the water and dry towels from the backstage, saw the two people who were crooked together, and immediately gave them a hard stare, baring her teeth and grinning to scare them.

Suffering from both visual and auditory blows, Qiao Yixian straightened his head, blinking innocently, while Ji Chen straightened his body and raised his hands in surrender.

Afterwards, he pressed his hand, grabbed the dry towel that he had just prepared, half turned around, and waved vigorously at the crowd of screaming fans, and put his index finger in front of his lips with the other hand, making a sound of silence Actions.

Seeing this scene, the audience off the court became even more excited, and the screams became louder and louder.

Reluctantly, Ji Chen shrugged, and three seconds later, he smiled and threw the towel back, which happened to land on top of Qiao Yixian's head.

After two seconds of silence, the screaming and laughter intensified.

Twitching the corner of his mouth, Qiao Yixian tore off the towel. After the other party made a fuss, his tiredness and drowsiness eased a lot. He straightened his messed up hair and glanced at the guy sitting in an irregular manner in front of him.

Pretending to straighten her clothes, counting the time with the sound of music, Qiao Yixian put back the dangling earphones, and said softly, "For ruining my image, you have to spend the whole night to make it up to me tonight."

"Oh?" After hearing this sentence, Ji Chen immediately turned back, his eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips raised, "No problem, little Ah Xian. As long as you have time, you can do it for a few days or nights."

"Deal." Ignoring the other party's excitement, Qiao Yixian's mouth was stained with teasing, "Then, the next few levels of the game are all up to you, baby."

Ji Chen, who was still immersed in the indescribable picture just now, realized that there was an explosion later, and his voice was aggrieved like a cub lying on the ground: "...game?"

"Yes." Patting him on the shoulder, Qiao Yixian walked towards the spotlight with a smile, and lightly said, "It doesn't take a few days and nights, just pass my game yesterday. Be good, Dust, in 99 days Guan, I reward you for sleeping in my bedroom."

Under the spotlight, Qiao Yixian raised the microphone and adjusted the arc of his lips to a perfect state. He felt the person behind him move in frustration, and he sang the first sentence with a smile.

There was instant boiling off the court. He was shining brightly and under great pressure, but his heart was calm.

Just because in the bottom of my heart, I put so much weight on such a person.

His voice is not clear, but it is like a glass of fine wine that has been brewed for many years, and everyone is drunk.

Standing in the most conspicuous place, the tailor-made costume outlines the body line, Qiao Yixian is there, perfect and moving.

The two guitarists gradually approached the center of the stage. He squinted his eyes and glanced at Ji Chen seemingly unintentionally. He played the last note, rubbed the neck of the guitar, tilted his head, and looked at himself with a smile.

Feeling at ease in an instant, Qiao Yixian could ignore the gradual weakness of his body. Qiao Yixian stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips provocatively towards the other party.

Seeing this, he laughed a line of the lyrics, and then blinked innocently towards the audience.

Momentarily recited the playlist, Qiao Yixian moved his light body, and stood in the middle of the front of the stage. The lifting platform slowly rose. He was afraid of heights, and he took a few deep breaths, but for some reason, no matter what, today Unable to calm down, his throat tightened, and fine sweat dripped from his forehead.

Raising his hand, he unbuttoned a shirt, but still couldn't relieve the tightness in his chest, and his mind was swept away again. He breathed hard again, shook his hand, and held the microphone backwards.

Whether it's the number of spectators, the sweltering weather, or the amount of exercise, I should be used to it, but today, I'm so weak...

A picture flashed across Qiao Yixian's head. It was a water glass that a certain guy flinched and handed to him for the first time.

He frowned, but then shook his head, throwing away the sudden conspiracy theory.

Raising the microphone, looking down at the audience, he once again put on a flawless smile. The unnatural whiteness on his face has faded, turning into an imperceptible flush, which was covered by the intense light at the moment.

The mind is dizzy, the limbs are weak, and he just wants to get off work and rest quickly. The game has long been thrown out of the sky. He looks to the right far away with little trace. He didn't feel his hot gaze at all.

In the next second, the guitarist Xu Yuchi leaned forward deliberately, and Qiao Yixian's eager sight was completely blocked immediately.

Taking a few deep breaths, he suppressed the conspiracy theory again, and turned his dazed head back.

Qiao Yixian suddenly felt aggrieved, so aggrieved that he wanted to turn into a crumpled animal and hide in his lover's pocket.

The prelude played, like Qiao Yixian who was stepping on the clouds, hurriedly picked it up, but his body became weaker and weaker, and it was difficult to maintain a steady voice. Next to his neck, the screaming off the court made him even more upset.

It’s good to go back, there are only two songs left, he comforted himself, but the sound inevitably broke several times, others seemed to notice it, the screaming below subsided a bit, Qiao Yixian clearly felt, the bass played One sound is wrong.

Tonight, just tonight, invite him to sleep with me.

With a flushed face, he suppressed the final high note, and before Qiao Yixian could turn off the microphone, he gasped violently.

The panting sound was stirred up in the stadium through the sound system, as if the silence had been pressed, and the sound outside the field dissipated layer by layer, leaving only the music that could not be closed in time, and a harsh string sound.

Indistinctly, Ji Chen seemed to yell at him forcefully, but Qiao Yixian couldn't hear clearly, so he could only use his last bit of strength to look to the right.

His vision was gradually blurred, his hand was powerless, and the microphone fell on the lifting platform like this. "Gululu" made a heart-wrenching sound. After a few long seconds, when the vision slowly became clearer, Qiao Yixian widened his eyes, Looking at the anxiety and panic on Ji Chen's face from afar.

If it wasn't for being on the narrow lifting platform and being unable to move, Qiao Yixian even suspected that he was about to rush over suddenly.

It was too late to taste the last trace of sweetness in the pain, and in the next second, like history reappearing, Xu Yuchi blocked his sight again, but this time, Qiao Yixian didn't even have time to get annoyed——

Because of the overwhelming chill, his limbs were frozen layer by layer.

Even though his vision was blurred, he could still accurately discern that Xu Yuchi's usually unpleasant dark eyes were full of darkness and fog...and the ruthlessness to risk everything.

With a palpitation in his heart, terrible guesses rushed to the top of his head, Qiao Yixian yelled the alarm, opened his mouth, but failed to make a sound.

Surprised, frightened, unpredictable, all of these will defeat him who is now weak.

His body was swaying, and he fell heavily from the extremely high lifting platform under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Qiao Yixian didn't exclaim in surprise, because he was completely speechless, and he couldn't see Xu Yuchi's face turned pale, his eyes closed tightly, and he was panting rapidly.

There was a sound of the violin being slammed on the ground. On the way to his death, he seemed to hear Ji Chen's hoarse voice breaking the sound, "Ah Xian—"

At that moment, Qiao Yixian even felt that fear was nothing. The layers of nostalgia were like bursting cotton candy, falling to the ground one by one, filling up the empty heart.

The man who was usually calm and seemed not to be afraid of the collapse of the sky was pale at this moment, his eyes were wide open, and he was about to jump off.

Qiao Yixian tried his best to see this scene, trembling his lips and wanted to say "no", but he didn't know if he made a sound.

All he knew was that in the end, when the back of his head touched the ground, he could no longer hear the pain, the heart-piercing pain, the exclamations around him, and the hurried footsteps.

Just like that, Qiao Yixian fell into the endless night.

The author has something to say:

The sweet story of the love line, please take care of the little angels who click here~

I hope this journey will bring you a pleasant experience =w=