I went to cp variety show with my idol

Xiao Jin's hot pot restaurant is in a large shopping mall. Every night, students are singing in the square downstairs of the shopping mall. There is also a mobile phone live broadcasting in front of the mall, and the trees are full of colorful lights.The two came out of the hot pot restaurant wearing masks and happened to pass by, so Fu Yan pulled Jiang Mianshu to a stop.

There were not many people, but there were quite a few, surrounded by three floors. Since the lead singer was two boys, many of the onlookers were girls, and there were also some couples. It was rare for two boys to stop.

Fu Yan focused his attention on the two singers, one was sitting on a stool and playing and singing with a guitar, and the other was standing and following his keys. Fu Yan said to Jiang Mianshu with some emotion: "Big head and I used to come to this place when we were in school. Here, there are people singing here, and after a few years, there are still people singing, but the people are different."

Jiang Mianshu seems to be talking about the square singer, but also seems to be talking about other things: "There is only one stage, and if you don't work hard, you can only be replaced."

Fu Yan turned his head to look at Jiang Mianshu, and winked at him slyly: "It's not the same now, if you want to occupy this territory, you must have a good relationship with the urban management, and you must also have an audience, otherwise there will be no one." Willing to listen."

Jiang Mianshu raised an eyebrow at Fu Yan, tilted his head, noncommittal.

After singing a song, the standing man was full of youth, with boundless vitality on his body, and he spoke in a cadence, like a host: "Then it's time for us to sing on the mic again, does anyone want to try it?"

The people around were talking louder, and some people were ready to move, but no one stepped forward. Finally, a girl mustered up the courage and walked over. The person standing gave the girl the microphone and joked: "It's you again!" .”

The person holding the guitar stood up from the stool and wanted to leave, but the girl came out through the microphone with a trembling voice: "Can you help me with the accompaniment?"

The audience around followed suit, and the man looked at the embarrassed girl in front of him, with a slight smile on his lips, and sat down to pick up the guitar again.

The girl's singing sounded, and it belonged to the tone-deficient type. The audience's laughter made the girl even more embarrassed, but she still insisted on standing in front of the microphone and continued singing.

Fu Yan leaned towards Jiang Mianshu and said softly, "That girl likes that guitar boy."

Jiang Mianshu nodded in agreement: "Well, anyone can see it."

"Suddenly I envy this kind of pure love."

"Why, didn't you have it when you were in school?"

Fu Yan shrugged his shoulders and curled his lips: "The mother and fetus are single, what about you?"

As a diehard fan, Fu Yan knew about Jiang Mianshu, but he had never talked about it, but it was all from the media channels, which may not be the case.

"nor."

"Have you ever liked someone before?"

Jiang Mianshu recalled the past and nodded: "Well, there is." Still a crush.

At that time, Jiang Mianshu was 16 years old. That person was Jiang Mianshu's pen pal, whose pen name was Xiaobai, and he was two years older than Jiang Mianshu.In this era of advanced information, Jiang Mianshu likes to communicate with Xiaobai in words.

Also under the encouragement of Xiaobai, he insisted on his dream, and taught himself to compose and write songs while attending classes.During the summer vacation when I was admitted to Beijing University, I lost contact with Xiaobai, and the letter I sent was returned because no one accepted it.

At that time, the two did not exchange other contact methods, and they were afraid that if they had other contact methods, they would give up the ritual communication method of mailing letters.Jiang Mianshu only knew Xiaobai's original address and a photo of him when he was a child, but he knew nothing about Xiaobai's identity.

At first, I went to look for it, but found nothing, but after thinking about it, since there is no destiny, it would be good to let Xiaobai stay in his youth.

When Fu Yan heard Jiang Mian's answer, the villain in his heart almost sobbed: "You still like it now?"

Jiang Mianshu reached out and patted Fu Yan's head: "Such gossip."

Fu Yan didn't stop asking about the result: "Do you like it?"

Jiang Mianshu replied with a smile: "I don't like it for a long time."

Fu Yan felt relieved, wanted to know Jiang Mianshu's true ideal type, and asked, "Then what kind of personality is he?"

Jiang Mianshu thought for a while: "It's quieter and more obedient."

After Fu Yan thought about it, he couldn't get along with these two words, and his appearance barely moved aside, and continued to ask: "What about your appearance? What type?"

Jiang Mianshu looked at Fu Yan's eyebrows and eyes: "You are the type."

Fu Yan: Sure enough, I still have a quiet and well-behaved appearance, thanks to my parents for giving me this appearance!

Fu Yan asked the bottom line: "What about your height?"

Jiang Mianshu really didn't know Xiaobai's height, so she answered, "I forgot."

Fu Yan thought of an important question, and said with some embarrassment: "Then he is a man and a woman?"

Jiang Mianshu tilted her head to look at Fu Yan, and suddenly smiled: "I have the same gender as me."

Fu Yan pinched his thigh hard before he could restrain himself from screaming: "Same sexual orientation, 90.00% success!"

At this time, the girl's song was also finished, and the lively person took over the mic: "According to the usual practice, we will start recruiting people next."

The audience who came with several people loudly recommended their companions, and the person said a few more words, and suddenly pointed to Fu Yanjiang Mianshu: "Please invite the two handsome guys wearing masks over there."

Fu Yan and Jiang Mianshu looked at each other, Fu Yan: I'm wearing a mask, you can still tell that I'm a handsome guy with good eyesight!sing!

Fu Yan made a "please" gesture: "Brother, shall we go?"

"Let's go."

The man now shouts from the microphone: "Applause, everyone!"

The surrounding audience applauded. Fu Yan walked over there, looked at the person holding the guitar, rolled his eyes, and said to him, "Student, lend us your guitar."

The guitar boy took down the guitar and gave it to Fu Yan: "Yes."

"Thank you." Fu Yan took the guitar and handed it to Jiang Mianshu: "Brother, come here."

Jiang Mianshu didn't refuse, took the guitar and tried it out, then sat on the stool and asked Fu Yan, "What are you singing?"

Fu Yan's eyes seemed to be full of stars, and he smiled and said, "Your debut song is "Friends."

Fu Yan fell in love with Jiang Mianshu only after listening to Jiang Mianshu's song.

Jiang Mianshu froze for a moment, this song was written for Xiaobai, then nodded: "Okay."

The lively student singer beside him came over and asked, "Don't you take off your masks? Singing like this affects your performance."

Fu Yan looked at the man, smiled and said, "You can still sing well even with a mask on."

The man held out a thumb, a little disbelieving: "Then you are awesome."

Fu Yan held the microphone with both hands: "Next, we will bring you a song called "Friends". I hope you like it."

Fu Yan turned his head to look at Jiang Mianshu who was sitting beside him. Jiang Mianshu nodded towards Fu Yan, and began to pluck the guitar with his hand, and the smooth guitar sound poured out from Jiang Mianshu's fingers.Fu Yan looked at Jiang Mianshu who was sitting next to him, and felt that what he was playing was not the guitar at all, but his own heartstrings.

After the prelude was played, Fu Yan sang in harmony with Jiang Mianshu. Jiang Mianshu’s voice was heard in his ears. Fu Yan closed his eyes. This was the first time Fu Yan sang with Jiang Mianshu. what a scene.In Fu Yan's imagination, he thought that when he became radiant, he would stand on the stage and cooperate with Jiang Mianshu in a swan song.The eyes of the audience are all on them, and everyone is listening to them singing attentively.

Fu Yan opened his eyes. He was standing in a field under the commercial building, surrounded by an audience of less than a hundred people.

Fu Yan looked at Jiang Mianshu under the colored lights, not at all impetuous, playing the guitar and singing as usual.Fu Yan suddenly calmed down. No matter what, as long as he can still sing, he is very lucky.