Dont look at me

These abrupt, weird, shameless words.

"How dare you bring it up?" Yu Meng was incredulous.

Ao Ge was still a little aggrieved, "What's the matter? I mean let you sit with me for a while, not let you sleep with me, you think too much."

Yu Meng was speechless in anger.

Ao Ge continued to fight, "Did you have any thoughts about me?"

Yu Meng felt that there was nothing to comfort him, this bastard was too indebted, he looked at Ao Xiaodi who was still sleeping, he punched Ao Ge, and walked away, "I'll make porridge and bring it up at night For Xiao Di, it’s not for you.”

He left without waiting for Ao Ge to push him any further.

He was left standing there by himself, looking straight at Yu Meng's back.

evening.

In a daze, a burst of familiar singing surrounded Ao Xiaodi.

Like a gentle call.

He opened his eyes and saw the little penguin speaker ringing in his ears.

There is also a nice porridge aroma.

Ao Ge sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, holding a marker in his hand.

Stretching out his hand, he didn't know what to draw on his face.

Ao Xiaodi: "...Brother, are you childish or not?"

Ao Ge smirked and kept moving, "I'm bored, so I'll draw you a bald cat face makeup."

Ao Xiaodi, who was sick and bullied by his brother, was full of anger and lacked energy, and couldn't fight him even if he wanted to.

Just as she was feeling wronged, she saw Yu Meng walking in with Old Man Yu helping her.

Seeing Ao Xiaodi who was awake, the old man looked happy, and walked over with great effort, still holding Lego toys in his arms.

The old and the young finally meet, and the flame of friendship grows stronger and stronger.

Ao Ge and Yu Meng looked at the happy scene, and said to each other in unison, "Do me a favor."

......

They exchanged winks tacitly, and the two went out, stood outside the door, and started to look at each other.

The atmosphere is serious.

"You speak first?"

"You speak first?"

Again in unison.

Ao Ge gestured gentlemanly, "You go first."

Yu Meng was not polite, and directly clasped her fists, "I know you are busy, but just for tomorrow, please help me see grandpa and let him play in Xiaodi's ward instead of running outside."

Ao Ge was a little embarrassed, "This...in fact, I also want you to help me take a look at Xiaodi."

Yu Meng was puzzled, "What are you doing?"

Ao Ge: "What about you?"

Yu Meng said lightly, "Make money."

Ao Ge was amazed, "Coincidentally, I am too."

What should I do?

Their eyes lit up.

Gu Sanyu, Jian Naive, Zhou Xiaoyang, and the three full-time nurses were in place.

But, it's free, no pay.

But it was very harmonious, and they accepted it without complaint.

The three nurses looked very seriously, and followed the two patients to the toilet, no matter how big or small.

Yu Meng and Ao Ge parted ways and left in peace.

A few days ago, Yu Meng contacted Jiang Jin.

Jiang Jin, who had been idle for a long time, received a call and thought he was going to have a get-together. Unexpectedly, Brother Yu's first words were, "Do me a favor, do you know any jobs that pay fast and pay a lot?"

This whole Jiang Jin once felt that he was an intermediary.

But he still thought about it for a while, and he suddenly remembered that a friend opened a flight experience hall, and even set up a tall stage in the lobby, saying that he wanted to invite singers to perform, and no one has been confirmed yet. But when Yu Meng beat the drum set...

He still mentioned, "There is a lot of money for a place, just one day, two thousand eight, singing, what the hell."

Without hesitation, Yu Meng said, "Fine."

Not long after hanging up the phone, Ao Ge called again.

"Here's a job, there's a lot of money."

Jiang Jin: "...all of you, why are you so short of money recently?"

Ao Ge asked casually, "Why, who else?"

Just as Jiang Jin was about to say it, he swallowed it. It is better to let them discover this magical fate.

He directly bypassed the topic, "I do have a suitable one here, and you know the boss..."

Whirlwind Flight Experience Hall.

It is a relatively small experience project.

In the huge transparent cylindrical wind tunnel, professionals must wear safety equipment, helmets and flight suits to enter.

Also known as simulated space indoor skydiving extreme sports.

Because it was just opened, there were not many people.

As soon as Yu Meng went in, she saw the person picking her up, who was the staff here.He politely led Yu Meng directly into a large hall with a platform in the middle.

It should be where the show is.

Might be a warm up.

A lot of people gathered in every corner, and they seemed to be friends of the owner of the flight hall, as if they were having a big party.

There are all kinds of fancy dresses.

Yu Meng didn't pay much attention, and was directly taken backstage to wait.

Although he is a musical instrument player, he is a professional composer.

It doesn't match up with singing, but it doesn't match up.

Almost never opened my voice in front of people.

But to be honest, Yu Meng can still sing or something.

Except that there is no emotion, no ups and downs, and the voice is not so beautiful, it is okay.

Sudden silence.

Yu Meng probed out to have a look, and found that there were already people on the stage.

A familiar figure.

He is sitting on a stool with a cello.

This time I was really surprised.

Ao Ge?

There was no movement in his eyes, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

A jazz song sounds like a mourning song.

The expression is indifferent, and it is obviously an elegant posture, but it is very arrogant and cold.

It's like I haven't seen it before.

This appearance of being indebted is not to make money, it is simply to collect debts.

At the end of the song, the laymen present were intoxicated listening to it.

Yu Meng watched him step off the stage after playing the violin neatly, very frantically, without looking directly at the screaming crowd below.

Lights toggle.

Yu Meng came onto the stage from the other side.

A beam of warm white light hit him, and a thin layer of smoke floated in the air. The spots were printed on the simple white T-shirt on his body, as if colored ink had been splashed on the white.

The temperament is alienated, but also delicate and good-looking.

Yu Meng sat on the high stool, held the microphone, and said softly, ""Snail", I give it to you."

"I'm a snail

follow the stone

Climb over streams and streets

don't know why

Carrying a thick shell alone

The cold wind and ice are gone

Fireworks floating in the dark

keep being pursued by me

white mist spread

i escaped

thinking about the elk

the forest is dry

give up on me

you're just a straw

still burning

give up on me

you're just a straw

Doomed to burnout."

His voice was calm and cool, as if he was muttering to himself.

Casual melody, nothing to do with the deep.

And the emptiness full of loneliness and enjoyment.

Everyone was listening quietly, without speaking or clapping.

In the corner, Ao Ge was holding a cigarette in his hand, and it was already burning to the end.

He didn't care, he just focused on looking at Yu Meng on the stage.

Until the light of the fire brought pain.

Deep darkness spreads everywhere.

He who doesn't beat the drums, he who sings quietly.

Also, this song sang a corner of his inner world.

People can't help but want to cut him apart bit by bit.

See more clearly.

Ao Ge lazily leaned against the wall, separated from the crowd, he raised his hand along the line of Yu Meng's body, and traced it carefully.

As if to engrave him in my heart.

The show is over.

As soon as Yu Meng stepped off the stage, he was stopped by someone.

He is the owner of this restaurant. He looks good and has a soldier's temperament.

The seemingly serious face was very gentle at this time, "Why haven't I heard this song before? Who wrote the lyrics and music?"

Yu Meng took out her mobile phone, opened the QR code interface for accepting transfers, and said, "I wrote it myself, and I can only sing this song." He held up the QR code in front of the man, "Scan it, and pay directly. "

The man suppressed a smile, transferred the account, and continued to ask curiously, "How old were you when you wrote it? I think you are very young!"

Yu Meng nodded politely, "Thank you, when I was in middle school, I wasn't very mature yet."

"Stop asking, I have to take him away." The subwoofer interrupted the man's enthusiastic questioning.

He was suddenly grabbed around the neck, and turned his head to look, "Old Ao? Do you know this kid?"

Ao Ge pulled him back until the distance between him and Yu Meng was far away.

Only then did he go up and hand the cello to Yu Meng, "Meng'er, hold it for me for a while, it's so heavy." Then he turned around, leaned against Yu Meng as if he had no bones and replied, "Old Cheng, this is my second son." Brother, Yu Meng, he is very close to me."

As if declaring sovereignty, the expression is quite proud.

Yu Meng: "..."

Old Cheng praised without concealing his admiration, "Your brother is really talented, much better than your cello, even a layman like me thinks it sounds good!" He looked down at the time and winked at them, "It's not as good as you Do me another favor, go to the wind tunnel to experience it, no one is going there now, there must be a beginning.”

Ao Ge raised his eyebrows, "Add more money?"

Yu Meng is also very concerned about this, and waits for the answer seriously.

Old Cheng was convinced, and nodded again and again, "Jiajiajia."

Ao Ge is very professional. He used to be a standard extreme sports enthusiast, and has participated in all kinds of activities that seek death.

Not to mention this kind of simulated flight experience, it's like a child's play.

It was the first time for Yu Meng. Although she was quite interested, she was still somewhat nervous.

Put on the gear, and the two handsome temporary pilots are ready.

There are already many people watching outside the glass wind tunnel.

Ignoring those gazes, Yu Meng followed Ao Ge into the wind tunnel, compromising thoroughly in order to make money.

At this moment the blower has not been turned on yet, Ao Ge said to Yu Meng, "Turn around."

This is a familiar scene.

Yu Meng rolled her eyes, "Don't turn."

The corner of Ao Ge's mouth twitched, "I'll give you the extra money."

Yu Meng glanced at him miraculously, as if he had never seen such a fool, he said decisively, "Okay."

After turning around, Ao Ge squatted down and began to fix the equipment on his body. After tightening the loops, he saw that the straps on his shoe covers were only wound around a few times at random, so he carefully tied them again. .

He checked it a few times and tightened the leather straps a bit.

Only then stood up.

Clutching Yu Meng's shoulders, she turned him back.

Facing each other, Ao Ge slammed close to him, whispered softly, his voice was low and hoarse, "Are you ready?"

Yu Meng was a little nervous, but he tried his best to calm down. He nodded obediently, "Yeah."

Ao Ge looked at him, the corners of his eyes were gentle, as if there was a hint of bewitchment.

"Then, give me your body."

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"Snail" Lyricist: Yu Meng

The words are written in a hurry and not very mature.

Babies are more forgiving.