REMIX

Fatty He retired from the world for six years, but he was still moved by us.

Of course, he repeatedly reiterated that he didn't want to refute Fei Na's face, so he wouldn't be naive enough to be compelled to act arrogantly by our few words, "Leave a good business and run to pursue his fucking dream".

But after all, he is also a good man, and he cannot embarrass the first girl who dares to sit on his lap.

Fei Na's thoughts on this are only two words, promising.

I think it doesn't matter if there is no success or no success. It is a man's nature to wish Bojia people to smile.When I was in the competition back then, I was anxious to get Gong Junye to watch. When he kissed the back of my hand, I felt like I didn't care about the whole world.

So I asked him, "Will you kiss my hand with the microphone this time too?"

He blinked affectionately, "You can kiss me wherever you want."

People nowadays are like this, they start to be unruly as soon as they speak.

For half a month, I have been crammed full of lessons and singing practice, and every day is so fast that I often don’t know what day it is without looking at the calendar. I feel like being pushed and arched when I walk on the road. I will be in a trance for a while, and writing lyrics is like memorizing fourth-level vocabulary.

Just a few days before the acceptance of the program, Gong Junye caught a cold like a fluke.

I didn't go home for a week, and I still heard the clues from the little nasal voice at the end of his words on the phone. After breaking it down on the spot, I asked angrily: "What did you do?"

He was very wronged: "I swear, I didn't mess with anyone when you were not at home."

There is no way to communicate.

On the way home from buying medicine against the northwest wind, I actually came up with an absurd and arrogant idea, what would he do if he was sick without me?

Damn, he's not a child, if he has to say it, I'm the one.

But what if no one takes care of him?

These hypocritical questions are running around in my mind, and I seem to be used to them interfering with my thinking at this moment of indecision, entangled with those thoughts about him, and the so-called concern is messy.

He waited at home to open the door for me, with fluffy hair holding the cat in his arms, pretending to be a sunny and cheerful young man, but he didn't know that his nose that had been rubbed red with a tissue had already betrayed him.

"Does the headache hurt?"

It may be due to the inertia of my walking too fast just now. The moment I took off my shoes, I fell towards him as if I suddenly responded to the call of gravity. The pharmacy plastic bag in my hand was thrown away. His two rows of crazy beautiful eyelashes just poked on the bridge of my nose when the sound of his pill boxes falling to the ground.

"No pain."

I suddenly came to my senses and realized that my arms around him were too cold, and I hurriedly retracted them into my sleeves to warm them up. He simply picked me up and carried me back to the living room, peeled off the heavy cotton-padded clothes and threw them on the floor. One of the stalls was immediately occupied by Wushuang and Pharaoh who were afraid of the cold.

"Don't you have a cold...?"

"That's right." He focused on taking off my clothes, and his smiling expression reminded me of some kind of handsome but dangerous cat in the animal world. "So come and keep me warm."

"..."

Can't refuse.

With the benevolence of caring for the sick, I sacrificed my body to warm this person who was said to be "cold to catch a cold because I didn't sleep with him".Frankly speaking, I also made money in the process, but I was a little bit bitter to have to cook after the work.

Going out to eat is too expensive, why don't I do it.He's been very active, but I really don't want to take my life for a ride.

He obediently drank the medicine according to the instructions, and wandered around the kitchen with a glass of water, watching me cook.At first, it was not in the way, but then from time to time, she came over to tease me with a shy face, "wife."

I didn't want to talk to him and put a sliced ​​ham in his mouth.

"You are old."

Creamy mushroom soup was cooking in the pot behind him, and the enamel pot lid was overflowing with fragrant heat. I told him to stay away, and I pinched a pinch of black pepper and sprinkled it on the milky white foam.

"The day after tomorrow...rehearsal?" He asked after feeding me a sip of water.

"Yeah." I tugged at the corner of my mouth, "If you can choose."

He seemed to see that I was a bit hopeless, and when he hugged me from behind, he put his hand on my heart, and rubbed my ear with that sickly but provocative nasal voice.

"affim."

It seemed that his words possessed the magical power of prophecy. On the day I went to the bar with Fei Na to check the program, I was not as nervous as I imagined.

Maybe this kind of performance will have the opportunity to experience many times in the future, until I can regard the stage as a tender lawn in spring, a bed that can fall asleep at any time, and an embrace waiting to accept me.

I am walking towards it step by step.

From the moment I held the microphone, I guessed the ending.

"Summer break!"

After the audition, the staff member named Tata came to the backstage to inform the results. Everyone was there. She was holding a two-fold card with the names of the passers on it.Because Fei Na went to the bathroom and didn't come back, Tata found me first and told me the good news before the announcement.

"The music teacher here likes you very much! He said that you are so talented at such a young age, and you are all boasting!" She naughtily touched me with her elbow, "Of course, I also made a little opinion on you. During the rehearsal, I will focus on teaching you how to 'perform' and strengthen your performance on the stage. Come on!"

Thinking of the three program judges with harsh expressions in the audience when the program was accepted just now, I didn't want to say too much, and thanked her humbly. "Okay, I will try my best."

I watched her dreadlocks sway happily into the distance, the incandescent lights outside this common room passed by her clothes, and a few men walking wobbly came in from the door, I wanted to bow my head to Xia Xia. After reporting the result to Gong Junye, someone bumped him on the shoulder first.

"It's all about singing."

The force of the collision was not heavy, just enough to make me stand unsteadily and take a step back. I also managed to pass this sentence into my ears, and then they wanted to deliberately explain it to me. They turned around and grinned, "Yo, Sorry, not about you."

I responded with the same smile, pulled the shoulder bag back to its original position, and said to him, "Dude, your pants are open."

Then when they looked down the road subconsciously, I changed my words apologetically, "Sorry, it wasn't about you."

The head of the three of them looked at me, and seemed to lift his foot to go this way. Fei Na, who was wiping her hands with a paper towel, came out from the side, inserted into the passage between us, and said very loudly, "Now How many times have I told you not to secretly save photos of your mother and hide in the toilet to masturbate, let your mother take you to cut your skin and then come out to show that you are OK? Want to fight? If you are ugly, please turn your face away Thanks."

I can't dissatisfied with the level of the first sister's quarrel.Not at all short-sighted.

The three brushed off people turned around and walked away in anger.