How to turn the tide at a critical moment

Xu Hanbai's sunglasses reflected the glare of the sun on the road, he turned his head to look at Wen Wen: "Do me a favor?"

"Oh, I'm not free." Wen Wen's change of mind became so natural.

Xu Hanbai's fair and handsome face suddenly darkened: "Didn't you just say you were free?"

Wen Wen said innocently: "I thought you were going to invite me to dinner and play, so I said I was free."

Xu Hanbai gave him a cold gouging look, and he was once again defeated by this person's profound and shameless skills.

Taking a deep breath, he recited ten sentences in his mind, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately", before saying, "You help me first, and then, I invite you to dinner."

Why?Unexpectedly, the kid Xu Hanbai looks like a cold and evil spirit, but he is still very generous when it comes to treats without hesitation!Sure enough, the star is full of air.

Wen Wen's heart was already surging, but he still pretended to hesitate and said: "Okay, I promise you...but I don't want to eat Wangji roast duck, because I ate it the day before yesterday. Beef offal hot pot is also fine." , It’s too hot today and I’ll melt if I eat it! Steak Western food is good, but Western food is too cold, and there’s so little meat. I eat steak, but you can eat others... Hey! Fragrant pot is still good , when you invite me to put more meat, you can eat vegetables!"

"..." After hearing such a long list, Xu Hanbai, who had long seen through the mortal world and became a Buddha, glanced at Wen Wen. Although he didn't speak, Wen Wen felt a murderous aura.

Xu Hanbai's pale lips moved slightly, like a twitch: "Let's go."

"Where are you going? I've just had enough to eat, so I can't fight anymore." Wen Wen protested.

"...help me first." Xu Hanbai had no energy to talk to him.

"What's the matter? I suddenly feel a little uneasy."

The corner of Xu Hanbai's mouth seemed to twitch, and I don't know if it was Wen Wen's illusion: "...It's right to be uneasy."

Wen Wen followed Xu Hanbai, wandering around in Yida, which is full of pleasing handsome men and beauties, and walked into a strangely shaped building supported by many uneven white columns.

Wen Wen exclaimed: "I didn't expect the University of Arts to have an insect hall? But why is it in the shape of a moth?"

The pillars of this building are to support a screen that looks like wings upturned.

Xu Hanbai admired Wen Wen's imagination: "...This is a piano."

Wen Wen took another look, and forced himself to imagine that this building is indeed still a bit like a white piano.

Sure enough, the buildings that are too concrete and not giant can still stimulate people's imagination.

This building is a music building. There are musical instruments playing and singing floating around in this building, making people feel like they are in the world of music.

The more people went up, the fewer people there were. Xu Hanbai took off his eye cap, and sweat dripped from his condensed hair.

The fair and handsome student face appeared in front of Wen Wen again.

Xu Hanbai was still too hot, so he took off his long-sleeved baseball jacket—in fact, this bloated baseball jacket couldn't hide his tall and straight figure.

Seeing Xu Hanbai taking off his clothes one by one, like a gangster in a Hong Kong movie preparing to make a big move, Wen Wen didn't feel a sense of crisis: "Where are you taking me?"

Xu Hanbai glanced at him: "Push you down from upstairs to create the illusion of suicide, are you satisfied with this answer?"

This answer came out of Xu Hanbai's mouth coldly and lightly, it was really shocking.

Wen Wen shook his head violently: "Is it too late for me to bite my finger and write 'Xu Hanbai hurt me' on my clothes?"

Xu Hanbai: "..."

Obviously, modern times have such convenient communication tools as mobile phones, and so many social software, enough to leave a last word...why bite your fingers.

Xu Hanbai led Wen Wen to the top floor, took out the key to open a classroom, and let Wen Wen in.

Wen Wen didn't enter.

"What's inside, I'm not scared at all."

Xu Hanbai stared at Wen Wen, expressionless: "...a tool for killing."

He pushed Wen Wen, but Wen Wen remained motionless.

Xu Hanbai's forehead was covered with black lines: "Fast forward, don't waste my time."

Wen Wen had no choice but to walk in carefully, and probe in curiously.

Piano, guitar, drums...

The classroom is well-equipped with all kinds of musical instruments.

Walking inside, the inner room is also specially partitioned as a recording studio.

Stars really have privileges, there are no outsiders in this classroom, but Xu Hanbai has the key.

Wen Wen browsed the classroom, and speculated based on the actual situation: "You want me to clean it for you?"

Xu Hanbai put down his sunglasses and hat, took the remote control of the air conditioner, and said, "Is it dirty here?"

In all fairness, it's not dirty here, but it's a bit messy, which makes the whole painting style dirty.

"Why did you ask me to come first?" Wen Wen asked again.

Xu Hanbai walked into the recording studio and gave him a hook, like calling a puppy.

Wen Wen: "I suggest that you don't do this kind of action to an elder. You are a star. As a role model, you should respect the old and love the young. Give your fans a good start. Isn't your fan base skyrocketing now?"

Xu Hanbai's face turned dark when he heard the word "fan": "I just want to do justice for the sky now."

Xu Hanbai felt the chill all over his body, and Wen Wen's approaching pace obviously accelerated.

Xu Hanbai turned on the computer in the recording studio, with clean and slender fingers playing the piano, holding the mouse, he found "Untitled 144" in the folders full of the screen, and clicked twice.

"...There are so many folders, you will die if you change the name?" Wen Wen was puzzled.

"This is not my folder." Xu Hanbai said.

At this time, a document appeared on the screen, opened, and a few lines of words were arranged like a poem.

Wen Wen understood: "Oh, let me read this?"

Before Xu Hanbai had time to stop him, Wen Wen had already started to read: "...Summer [-], scorching sun, light wind, surging clouds, pier. Goodbye."

......

Xu Hanbai's face was gloomy. Why was this monologue not so strange when I read it, but Wen Wen read it out in a solemn tone like a radio anchor reciting poetry, and there was a feeling that the weather forecast was about to start.

Wen Wen commented: "Is it Wen Xun who wrote this? This is so refreshing, and it must be very comfortable to listen to in summer. But I suggest adding the word ice cream in the middle, so that summer will be more comfortable."

Xu Hanbai didn't want to answer his words at all: "I want to add a sentence to the new song, and I want you to read it for me."

Wen Wen asked, "Why did you let me come?"

Could it be that he was influenced by the excellent performance of his own anchor that night?There are only three words in Wen Wen's eyes: Praise me.

Xu Hanbai replied heartlessly: "Because you don't need money, you only need one meal."

"..."

The new song is called "Leaving Summer", which focuses on a small, fresh and artistic atmosphere.

This passage of chanting is placed before the melodious prelude, which sets a quiet and fresh tone for the whole song, and also explains the background of the whole song, which makes people feel a little emotional and continue to listen.

Wen Wendao: "What's the background of this story? You and your girlfriend separated in 2013... Was it the one who got cancer?"

Xu Hanbai stood up abruptly, looking down at Wen Wen with cold eyes.

"What are you doing? I'm so nervous."

Xu Hanbai lowered his head and looked at him: "You think I won't be angry, do you?"

Wen Wen shrank his body: "I think you've been angry."

Xu Hanbai looked at Wen Wenna's expression looking at him from bottom to top, his chest heaved and heaved twice, and he endured it.

So what if you are upset, hit him?

I have been well-educated since I was a child, and I don't beat people.

Wen Wen stretched out his claws and tugged at the corner of Xu Hanbai's shirt, coaxing him: "Sit down, don't be angry, Brother Wen will record it for you."

brother wen...

Xu Hanbai's face was gloomy.

Wen Wen's coquettish expression was a little flustered, and the delicate eyebrows and eyes washed away the usual second-hand aura, and immediately looked better.

The slightly frowning expression was obviously artificial, but it was surprisingly alluring.

Xu Hanbai didn't know which nerve in his brain was miswired. Looking at it from the top-down perspective, there was something unhealthy in his head, which has only been singing on the piano for 21 years.