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In the dressing room at [-]:[-] p.m., outside the locked door, there are hurried human voices, those who urged the props, those who tested the lighting, and those who checked the safety of the stage, flew past the corridor like a swarm of ants. Feeling ringing in the ears, he stood in front of the heater in a daze for a while, the water droplets flowing from his face to his neck were dried, and he heard Gong Junye say: "They are already waiting in the passageway to enter."

He was referring to Xia Jie and Zhou Jingyang, as well as Li Qianlan and Qiao Xinxin who rushed back by plane on the weekend, and Xia Jie helped pick them up.Because the schedule was just staggered, we only made an appointment to have supper together after the show, and the two of us had to fly back the next morning.

I nodded, as if he had picked up all the feelings that were far away from me, I calmed down, dried my half-wet hair, and walked barefoot on the carpet to the mirror.

The program team here has a makeup artist, but they are not responsible for providing the clothes for the performance. They say that for the natural and real effect of the performance, everyone has to prepare their own clothes. I finally brought the suit from home that I have been waiting for the opportunity to wear. .

The suitcase is now placed beside Gong Junye, held down by his tattooed hand, his slender fingers knocking on the metal buckles one by one, the brassy aura that refuses to be low-key even after being beaten to death made me feel a sense of reality inside. The illusion of a huge stash of stolen money.

And he was looking at me with slightly raised eyebrows, with a kind of unconscious and playful evil in his eyes, which often makes people think about it.But its appearance does not mean that he wants to tease and seduce, on the contrary, he is more willing to say something serious.

"Don't want to wear a tie?"

This is the third time I've pulled the thing around my neck. I can't figure out why this charming ribbon becomes so unlovely when it's wrapped around my neck. The pommel and horse posture makes me look very cute. Awkward, more than solemn but too restrained, lacking the flavor it should have.

"Can I use it for something else?" I asked him.

One end of the tie rolled in my hand slipped to the floor, and I raised my hand and shook it at him, adding, "Not the bed."

I know now is not the time to talk about this.He laughed out loud, keeping his gaze down, and fastening the last button of my shirt with his hands: "Of course."

"Let's come up with something that suits you."

The tie was pulled out of my hand, and he stood opposite me. He wrapped the tie twice around my forehead, hung the wide end behind, and fixed it with a knot. My eyes reached his lips and chin in parallel. After a while he laughed, and put on a serious face, "Yes, it's very swag."

I turned my head to look at me in the mirror who had degenerated into a yuppie for a second, and was struck strangely in my heart.

Damn handsome.

The phone rang in my pocket, and it was Tata who urged me to go to make up.I took the ringing mobile phone away, and stretched out my other hand to him, "Come on, my good luck."

After three years, my height has grown to reach his ears, and I will not tremble when I sing the first line, and I will lower the brim of my hat to avoid the eyes of others.I took a sip of the mojito from the bottle, as if I had changed back to the kid who made his debut at this moment. He kissed the back of my hand, which is my invincible superstition.

"Go ahead," he said, "let me keep a good eye on you."

I saw Fei Na who looked like "Snow White's coquettish stepmother" in the dressing room, and He Gu who was bargaining with the makeup artist "I don't want such an expensive foundation to be wasted on your face".

An indifferent woman with all kinds of unknown makeup tools between her fingers pulled away the spare chair for me, and pressed me in front of the mirror.

Miss Tata, who stood behind the chair and screamed into the suit for a minute, couldn't help but ask Gong Junye, who didn't treat herself as an outsider, while drinking water, "Oh my god, do you want to go somewhere?" You all follow."

"want."

I can imagine his expression with my eyes closed.

The makeup artist held my chin in place with two fingers, rubbed something that felt like bean paste on my lips, and instructed me, "Go ahead. This will make you look better. Use a tissue to wipe it off and float on it." The upper floor."

I stood up to make room for the next performer, and was just about to take out the tissues on the dressing table, when Gong Junye grabbed the back of my chair and turned around, and introduced himself, Hello, I am a tissue.

Then I used my own lips to wipe off a little bit of rouge on my mouth.

There was a sour inhalation sound from Tata teeth behind him.

For some unknown reason, some sudden or suppressed urge made me want to hug him.Now I am becoming more and more similar to him, becoming the kind of person I had infinitely longed for day by day, and this vague but strong power is something that I cannot possess alone.

"Thank you."

I went to the waiting lane backstage.

We passed this place repeatedly in the last two rehearsals before the performance, and we could glimpse a corner of the auditorium through the narrow exit. You can see the flickering dots of light clearly.Gong Juanye should have already entered the arena, I couldn't find where they were sitting for a while.

The voice of the host DJ made the crowd ripple in the night, and a heat wave surged from the converging place. Standing in the wind, I didn't feel the cold at all, and my ears seemed to be buried in the snow.Everything was silent.I was breathing in a space capsule floating in the vast universe, and someone took my hand and pulled me back to the real world.Fei Na gave me one of the two microphones and asked me, have you seen your own homepage on the website?

I said no, never.

She smiled and said, I was wrong, you should go and see.

Look how many people are here for you.

How long can a dream last.

How far must a coward travel to reach his kingdom.

How much disappointment and recklessness must be experienced to climb from the darkness to the light, I stood under the spotlight, thinking of those nights that made my eyes red, the bed of pain hiding and the winter without a blade of grass, and finally turned into this deep blue sea in front of me.

Maybe I'm still so small.

“Thisistenpercentluck,twentypercentskill这是10%的运气，20%的技巧Fifteenpercentconcentratedpowerofwill15%的意志凝聚Fivepercentpleasure,fiftypercentpain5%的欢愉，50%的痛苦Andahundredpercentreason和100%的理由torememberthename记住这个名字”

I raised my left hand, and the echo came from nine years ago.

"Here I am."

—I might be a rapper.

--I mean it.

The author has something to say: I'm going to cry.I'm really going to cry (hot-blooded old man