When the fierce and foolish meet the pure fishing system

The matter of the music festival was quickly decided. It was He Feng who bought the tickets for seven people, he and Luo Yunting, Jiang Lan and Fang Ziyin, Yang Jingcheng, Li Yihuan and Shen Rou.

After buying the tickets, he sent a message to Li Yihuan.

"Go."

"Well, good." Li Yihuan quickly replied to him.

He Feng didn't want to think about Li Yihuan's affairs, unless Li Yihuan wanted to confide in him and seek answers from him.But Li Yihuan seldom confides to him, and rarely seeks answers from him.After all, Li Yihuan and him both understand that others will never understand themselves, and they will never be able to answer themselves.

What He Feng can do is to follow his own ideas and do what he wants to do.He wanted Li Yihuan to go, so he bought a ticket for Li Yihuan, but whether to go, why he went, and why he didn't go, were all Li Yihuan's own business.Sometimes he feels sorry for Li Yihuan, but he can only be an indifferent person, and Li Yihuan is the same.

Later, he sent another message to Yang Jingcheng and asked, "Are you going to ask Shen Rou?"

Yang Jingcheng replied to him: "Brother, you can't be in two boats." Her message revealed indifference and teasing between the lines, but he knew that Yang Jingcheng was lying on the table at this time, looking out the window silently.

He didn't know if Yang Jingcheng asked Shen Rou, and he wouldn't send a message to ask her himself.Fate in the world is like this, like a silk thread, if you don't treat each other tenderly, it will be broken easily.

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During the few days waiting for the music festival, He Feng was reading at Luo Yunting's house.Luo Yunting left early every morning, and when he woke up, the temperature of the quilt around him had disappeared.Sometimes when he was half awake and dazed, he even wondered if such a person had ever been lying beside him.But when he saw the warm light on the curtains, felt the soft bed, and got up to drink a glass of slightly hot water, it seemed that the warmth of this person had always enveloped him.

Luo Yunting assigned him daily homework and things to study, and this person left him his notes, which he felt was much better than attending classes.

When a person is at home, it is a little lonely.

But, isn't this the way he likes it, without worldly disturbances and hustle and bustle.But it seems that something is missing.Maybe he still hasn't figured out what he looks like, and doesn't know what he's after.

In fact, he likes the secular world, he likes the tranquility in the chaos, the simplicity in the noise, the loneliness in the crowd, and the sense of loss in the hustle and bustle.

He's so weird, so conflicted.The escape that I have always wanted to pursue is actually nothing more than this.

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In the evening, he would pick up Luo Yunting from school, and let the latter two go home together.When lying on the bed, he always wanted to hug Luo Yunting tightly. He liked the smell of this man, the warm smell of his body, his soft skin, drooping eyebrows and dark soft hair.

Luo Yunting would sometimes hug him, and at that time, he could feel that Luo Yunting was a little attached to him.When their skin is touching, he desperately wants to get closer to this person, even closer. When there is no gap between their bodies, he still feels that they are not close enough. Maybe only when their flesh and blood are fused, he can Only then did they feel that there was really no distance between them.

His thoughts are always chaotic, and sometimes he doesn't know what he is thinking about every day, what he is pursuing, what he is doubting, and why he is uneasy.What he wanted, he was not clear at all, and later on he gradually became less clear about what he hated.

Is he growing up?But he obviously didn't experience anything, he felt as if he was being dragged forward by the rush of time, and he seemed to feel that he was stagnant in a corner.

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On Saturday morning, the six of them met at the gate of the school, took a seven-seater car, and went to the grass field of the music festival in the suburbs together.When they went, it was not too early, and there were a lot of cars near the pasture, which was a bit congested.After finally arriving at the parking lot, we had to take a shuttle bus up the mountain.The ferry car is a bus, two people lined up, He Feng and Luo Yunting sat together, Jiang Lan ran to sit with Yang Jingcheng, only Li Yihuan and Fang Ziyin were left.

Li Yihuan walked at the end, and after everyone sat down, he walked slowly to the back of the car and sat in the last row alone.

There were a lot of people in the car, and a group of girls chattered not far away, and looked at them from time to time.He Feng and Luo Yunting were talking in a low voice, watching the scenery outside the car window together.

He suddenly remembered that at the beginning of autumn, the two classes of them went to Cangye Mountain for an autumn tour together, and the two of them also sat on the bus together.At that time, Luo Yunting was sitting by the window, and the sunlight shone on this man's face from outside the window, making his skin pale and soft, almost transparent, and even fine fluff could be seen.At that time, his arm was resting on the window sill, and he was silent.

At that time, He Feng was probably very nervous, and he didn't say a word to Luo Yunting, but just sat next to this person with a cold face.At that time, Luo Yunting took the initiative to talk to him. Luo Yunting knew his name and even went to see him play.

But at that time, Li Yihuan and Fang Ziyin were sitting behind them and fighting, not like now——He Feng looked at the last row, Li Yihuan was lying on the edge of the bed, with his back to him, he couldn't see Li Yihuan clearly expression.

He Feng turned his head, Luo Yunting was looking at him, with the light slightly behind him, he could see the sunlight behind the man, and the glowing hair.

"Maybe you will become a singer in the future." Luo Yunting's tone was soft.

He Feng looked into Luo Yunting's eyes, this man's eyes were very deep, like an endless universe.There are many stories, many secrets, many simple and profound, many past and future, and unspeakable indifference and enthusiasm.

"Is that what you think?" he asked.

Luo Yunting turned his head to look out the window and said, "Is that what you think?"

He doesn't speak.

Maybe.Maybe?

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When the shuttle bus arrives at the station, you still have to walk a long way to collect the tickets, and then queue up to enter the venue, during which you have to go through a security check.After entering the grassland, there is a large undulating mountainous area, and stages of various sizes have been set up in many places.The main stage is the largest, with the logo of the music festival hanging on it. On the left hand side of the entrance, opposite the main stage is also a very large stage called LoveStage. It is directly opposite the main stage, but there is a long distance between them. a slope.

At this time, no one was performing on the main stage or LoveStage, but there were some singers singing on the other stages.He Feng looked at the timetable and the program list, and wanted to see the one next to the main stage, so he and Luo Yunting went there.The few of them dispersed and made an appointment to see singer Peng at LoveStage at [-]:[-] in the afternoon.

There were so many people at the music festival, shoulder to shoulder, He Feng had to look at Luo Yunting from time to time, afraid that this person would disappear in the blink of an eye.There will be a performance on the main stage in about 10 minutes. It is the famous folk singer, Zhao.

"Do you like him?" He Feng asked in Luo Yunting's ear.

There were too many people, and all the stereos were turned up to the maximum, deafening, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the crowd and the frantic music, even if he talked to this person close to Luo Yunting's ear, Luo Yunting still couldn't hear what he was saying .

He Feng said again, "I said, do you like him? Zhao."

Luo Yunting heard it, the two of them were staggered by the crowd, Luo Yunting held He Feng with one hand, and Xi Yu turned his head towards her with the other hand, and then approached his ear and said , "Let's go there."

There are more and more people, most of whom are looking for him. After all, he is very famous and many people like his songs.

The two of them couldn't squeeze into the front row. Fortunately, He Feng and Luo Yunting were both tall, so they wouldn't block the people in front, but would block many people behind.

There are really too many people-the camera is filming the crowd, and then the picture is directly connected to the huge electronic screen, showing the crowd.Sometimes the camera takes a long shot, sometimes a close shot, and sometimes a close-up for the audience.Probably because of the addition of a filter, the people in the photos look good.People who were photographed close-up were very excited, but many of them were swept away.

Soon Zhao came on stage and began to sing. Every song of his seems to be very well-known, but his famous song will be sung at the end.

From just now, He Feng and Luo Yunting did not let go of their hands, and the two stood extremely close.In the crowd, he couldn't smell Luo Yunting's breath, and couldn't hear this person's voice, but he could feel the sweat on this person's cool palms and the warm body temperature on his body.

"...we were born together and lived together / draw a group of birds around me / draw green hills and green slopes / draw tranquility and peace / raindrops are falling on the rice fields / draw a rainbow that you can touch with your hands / There is a starry sky that I decided not to die in the painting..." It seems that everyone is singing with the singer, it seems that everyone is excited and excited, it seems that all the hustle and bustle are bursting together, it seems that all the air is bursting.

But the singing, the noise, the excitement, the enthusiasm seemed to have all gone at once, and for him, there was only silence left.The suddenly quiet air seemed to separate him from Luo Yunting in another world, and no matter how loud the song was, it became a slow song.

He whispered in Luo Yunting's ear.

I want to be with you forever.

[The author has something to say: The music festival is actually about the 2018 Beijing Strawberry Music Festival, peng is Peng Tan, zhao is Zhao Lei, and that song is Zhao Lei's "Painting", which I quite like.

I’m back in China, and I’ll never make any more promises. Every time I make a promise, the daily update will be interrupted. I feel like I’m a person who doesn’t keep my word.

In short, let's write as you like, this article is about to end, I hope the cuties will not dislike it, and can continue to accompany me.

I love you guys~ Thank you for the recommendation tickets of Juzi and Fengsu, thank you for your attention~]