Son of the Bone

It wasn't until getting out of bed that the slightly dizzy feeling reappeared.

Jiang Jue sniffed the side of his neck and the back of his hands belatedly, and could vaguely smell the aroma of sweet wine.

What was I doing yesterday?

Werewolf lost, drank two glasses of fruit wine, and then...

"Did I drink too much yesterday?" He turned to look at the room that had been cleaned, his memory was blank, and he couldn't recall anything.

Qi Lin slept like a piggy and didn't answer.

Jiang Jue rubbed his forehead. After washing up, he helped his classmates make breakfast together. He was frying eggs when he caught a glimpse of someone watching him.

Fang Chengran held a toothbrush in his mouth, and leaned over in a Japanese-style nightgown to see what was in the breakfast. His tone was playful: "You drank two glasses yesterday, are you really drunk or just pretending?"

Jiang Jue blinked, feeling ominous: "What happened last night?"

"It's not a big deal." Fang Chengran glanced at the gossiping eyes of other people nearby, and said lazily, "I live next door to you, and I listened to you singing "Hamilton" and "Cat" all night."

"The bass and midrange are very stable, and the treble needs to be strengthened," he smiled with a toothbrush in his mouth; "I put Thousand Island sauce on my sandwich, thank you."

After nearly half an hour, Qi Lin came out with a bird's nest-like hair to take a look.

When he woke up, he found that the little drunkard had gone somewhere, and he didn't even bother to comb his hair before he came out to check the situation, but he saw Jiang Jue wearing an apron cooking with other people at a glance.

He fits so well in an apron! !

Qi Lin took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to block the camera that was trying to take a sneak shot, and fled back to the bedroom in a hurry, changed clothes, rubbed hair, sprayed perfume, and 10 minutes later, he appeared in front of everyone in a catwalk-like state.

Fang Chengran was lying on the sofa reading comics with half a cucumber in his mouth, without even changing his nightgown: "Aren't you tired of carrying it like this every day?"

Qi Lin glared at him, and went to the kitchen to help.

Breakfast has been prepared. Considering that there will be roast suckling pig and cake at noon, many things need to be prepared in advance.

Jiang Jue was peeling an apple, and when he smelled the familiar Zu Malone perfume, he paused: "Are you awake?"

"Well, do you still have a headache?" Qi Lin naturally grabbed a piece of apple he handed over with his mouth, and said vaguely, "I didn't realize you were awake."

"Brother Qi took care of you." The girl next to him smiled and said, "He didn't go back to his room last night, for fear that you would be choked by him."

"I'm really sorry... I thought the wine didn't have enough alcohol." Jiang Jue moved closer to him, and said in a low voice, "Did I really lose face last night..."

He suspected that his image in the class was completely ruined.

"No, you were in the room all the time, and they heard you singing." Qi Lin remembered something, his eyes lit up and said: "Wait, I'll show you something!"

He ran back into the room, but after a while he came back holding a small powder blue thing.

Standing in his palm is an origami little penguin.

The snow-white belly is round and round, and the small head with a sharp beak is also very vivid.

Jiang Jue looked at the apple while peeling it with one hand, and asked curiously, "Did you break it?"

"Qi Shen, can you still fold penguins!"

"It's so cute, I want it too!"

"Brother Qi, how do you stack it, teach me!"

Qi Lin was stunned, shook the naive little penguin in his palm and said: "You folded this up last night and said you gave it to me?"

Jiang Jue looked incredible: "But I don't know how to origami. I can't even fold a thousand paper cranes."

Qi Lin glanced at his palm, then at Jiang Jue, and shook his head firmly.

Last night he drank too much, and he was lying beside the table singing Katyusha while folding the penguin, chanting words as if he was doing it, folding it very fast——

Qi Lin originally wanted to follow along, but ended up folding in a blink of an eye, without seeing the process.

"You folded four or five yesterday, and asked me to give them to the class monitor and Teacher Qin," Qi Lin recalled: "Little rabbits and boats, but then you overturned the water, so I rescued this one. "

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Jue asked uncertainly, "Could it be that you also drank too much?"

He has been very clumsy since he was a child, how could he fold such a delicate gadget.

"I don't care." Qi Lin squeezed the little penguin's flat mouth: "You already said to send me off."

A group of kids played in the villa for two and a half days, and they reluctantly went back on Sunday afternoon.

And after the start of Monday, Qi Lin began to disappear for a long time, and he couldn't see anyone for a week or two.

The time for the concert is getting closer and closer.

His guitar, ukulele, and speakers were all left in the dormitory, and the unfinished score was just hastily photographed, and he didn't even take the draft.

Jiang Jue has long been used to hearing the vague sound of keyboards every night when he is studying. Even though all the sounds of the guitar and keys are channeled into Qi Lin's earphones, the light and intermittent sound of keys is like drizzle, and it seems to be telling him all the time. , there is another person on the other side of the partition, accompanying him quietly and gently.

Qi Lin cut off contact with him.

There hasn't been a video call for more than ten days, and Jiang Jue doesn't know whether he is at home or abroad.

All the homework and papers owed for making the movie had already been handed over, and the movie script was also sorting out the motivations of the characters and the core of the conflict. It wasn't until another week passed that he vaguely felt a little unaccustomed.

What is Qi Lin busy with?

Would it bother him to call him now?

Jiang Jue held the pen and thought for a long time, put down the pen and turned out the WeChat on the mobile phone, typed a line and deleted it, quite hesitant.

He is very used to living alone.

Although his parents are semi-retired, they basically have different side jobs to keep busy. He has been learning how to be alone and manage time since he was a child.

But Qi Lin began to let him gradually get used to the days of being cared about by people other than his relatives, and he couldn't tell what the reason for this feeling of waiting was.

It seems that I... have been waiting for Qi Lin to call again.

Jiang Jue thought about it for a long time, and then checked his Weibo first.

There are no selfies, no videos, only the formulaic promotion of studio official V.

He clicked on WeChat again, typed a line and sent it a little nervously.

"How are you doing recently?" 』

Is it too polite to say that, will he feel uncomfortable?

Jiang Jue held his mobile phone in silence for a moment, wanted to withdraw and send a more friendly greeting, but found that the time had passed.

However, 5 minutes passed, and Qi Lin, who always replied in seconds, did not reply to him.

Jiang Jue began to wonder if he should find some other topics, so that when Qi Lin replied to the message, he could chat for a while naturally.

I rarely find people to chat with like this, and I don't know whether to continue sending.

Forget it, preview the new lesson.

Senior Jiang gave a bluff cough and put his phone on the table on the other side of the partition, thinking that his attention should not be disturbed.

Within 2 minutes, he took the phone back again.

Did you mute the message?

This has disappeared for two weeks, and the circle of friends is also quiet...

Study, don't get distracted.

Jiang Jue stared at the phone for a few seconds, then simply shut it down and put it aside, forcing himself to do the preview notes.

When he came back from the gym, he turned on his phone and checked, but there was still no message or response.

The five words that had been contemplated for a long time before being sent out had completely disappeared without even being splashed by the waves.

For the first time, an expression of annoyance appeared on the face of the usually calm boy.

He originally wanted to chat with him about the folk songs Teacher Ji sang in class, the squirrel downstairs in the dormitory, and many things that happened these days——

Never message you again, angry.

Although this was what he was thinking, when Jiang Jue saw a dachshund-like little white cloud in the sky the next day, he couldn't help but take a picture of it and send it to him.

Still no news.

Jiang Jue really wanted to hide his phone, or simply uninstall WeChat.

It wasn't until the fourth day that a video call finally rang at eight o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Jue was trying to make a thousand paper cranes, and several discarded paper balls were squeezed out of pointy ears, stacked on the table like small balls of monsters.

He really doesn't know how to origami...what the hell is going on.

"Absolutely! Absolutely!" Qi Lin's voice on the other side of the computer screen was full of vitality: "I don't think I did!"

Jiang Jue casually moved the scrap product out of the camera, and said sullenly, "No."

Qi Lin put his face close to the camera so that he could see himself clearly.

He was painted with exaggerated and bizarre stage makeup, with elf-like slender feathers on his cheeks, and the silver-blue eye shadow shone with sparkling light under the changing angle.

"Are you... trying on makeup?"

"Yeah." Qi Lin held the phone in one hand, and let several big sisters surround him to arrange hairspray and foundation: "I finally finished the new album, and then I have to choose the theme of the performance, and try on clothes and so on."

He lowered his voice, blinked and said, "I dyed my hair red that day, and my mother said in the video that I looked like a gangster."

Jiang Jue couldn't help being amused, he observed his surroundings and asked, "Are you abroad?"

"Well, in a studio opened by an Englishman, SPF has a cooperative relationship with them." Qi Lin showed him a close-up of his own eye shadow and eyelashes: "Do I look good!"

"Yes." Jiang Jue nodded sincerely.

It would be more suitable if the temperament is a little colder.

He was painted with a color-changed version of peach blossom makeup, the advantages of phoenix eyes and lip shape were continuously deepened and enlarged, and his hair was combed and combed into short, rough hair. Although he did not wear color contact lenses, his whole temperament was completely different from the past .

On weekdays, he is the simple and cheerful Qi Lin, a tall and fresh boy.

But now, even if it's just trying on makeup, the unique temptation and charm of idols are constantly overflowing, even if it's just a WINK, it's like shooting an advertisement.

Jiang Jue was completely unaware that he had stopped everything he was doing, and only propped his chin to listen to him chattering about various stories about his battle of wits and courage with the sound engineer in the past few weeks, and listening to him chatting about begging for money in the square with flapping wings. A horde of pigeons eaten by grains, listening to him talk about those bubbly backs and super tight waists on those weird show suits.

The vague anxiety and loneliness these days are unknowingly melting and dissolving, as if it never appeared.

-2-

Jiji is very worried about his boss.

She knew that Jiang Jue had never been to a concert before, and she couldn't help but explain a few words after driving him to the gymnasium.

"Boss, my cell phone is turned on 24 hours a day. If you have anything to do, send me a text message. It may be a bit noisy in the neighborhood later. I can't hear your voice clearly."

"Just go to listen to music...it's not enough." Jiang Jue saw that Aunt Lu was also in the driver's seat, and opened the window to take a look at the crowded environment.

"This is not a concert. It will be very noisy at the venue." As a veteran manager and close friend of Jiang Yanzhi, Aunt Lu came here to see him off: "If you don't like it, come out early. We will talk about things in a nearby coffee shop. Come pick you up anytime."

"okay."

When Jiang Jue got out of the car, he was submerged in the sea of ​​people.

Vendors selling light sticks and scalpers yelled everywhere, and fans of various factions, CP fans, pro-mother fans, stretched their necks to find organizations.

Almost every girl wore a headgear with a small white light on, and some were holding light signs and hand banners, as if they were about to go in and charge.

Many boys bought single tickets or couple tickets and came here with pure white light rings on their hands.

In the two concerts last year, the fans tacitly wore the logo of the same color, and created a large sea of ​​unicorn clouds for him at the concert site.

There were so many people that the venue opened the security check and diversion early, and several loudspeakers played announcements in a loop to maintain order.

Only now did Jiang Jue feel how different this was from those orchestral concerts in the past.

Everyone was chatting happily and loudly about everything related to Qi Lin. There was even a Q version of Qi Lin's portrait printed on their clothes, and almost everyone had his LOGO from head to toe.

"41 pairs of bracelets! There are also anklets! Do you want a wristband!" The peddler squeezed in front of him along the flow of people, speaking faster than a cross talker: "Look, everyone has bought them, so you can buy one too. Later Wave your hands together while singing!"

He spoke so loudly that even saliva almost splashed on Jiang Jue's face.

Jiang Jue hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the nearby boys and girls rushing forward in twos and threes.

"There is also a light stick! Press it and it can change color! Buy it, buy it!"

He thought about it, but still couldn't resist.

"I want a pair of bracelets, pure white."

"Okay! Are you here alone? I'll give you a silver Q-version badge, it will shine!"

"Okay, thank you."

Jiang Jue didn't know that he had been slaughtered for a large sum of money, so he fumbled along with the flow of people.

The performance stage was designed in a big X shape, and Ji Ji bought him an infield ticket for the first five rows so that he could see his face clearly, and made sure that Qi Lin would never see him.

With one layer after another, the crowded crowd is constantly screened, and the seats in the infield are indeed much more spacious.

The performance has not yet started, but the super long screens on all four sides have started to scroll his previous LIVE performances, and the atmosphere is constantly being driven.

Although different venues are divided and separated, the noise is no less than that of a train station during the Spring Festival.

Looking at the still dark stage, Jiang Jue raised his eyes to the dancing and singing idols on the screen.

Strange and extraordinarily dazzling.

The girls around him chattered about the age of fans and the new CD to be released as if they were fellow villagers, and they were as serious as the progress report of the work meeting when they chatted about making charts and so on.

There were four or five boys sitting nearby, but their expressions were obviously much more reserved.

The moment the screen started counting down simultaneously, all the lights in the auditorium on all sides dimmed instantly, and then the screams that burst into the sky began to resound all over the mountains——

"Ahhhhhh it's about to start!!!"

"Qi Lin, Qi Lin, Qi Lin, Qi Lin!!!"

"My mother my mother my mother!"

It wasn't until this time that Jiang Jue realized how noisy Ji Ji's phrase 'a bit noisy' was.

After the crowd screamed, they began to scream and howl and count down with the big screen like New Year's Eve on the street——

"ten!"

"Nine!"

The X-shaped stage began to light up star-like lights from the outside to the inside, and a stepped stage was slowly rising in the darkness.

"five!"

"Four!"

The backup dancers in dark clothes had all posed in the darkness, while a familiar figure was rising to the top.

"three!"

The lights in the midfield came on, and then all the supporting dancers began to light up, and the interlaced lights were like Ling Xiaohua climbing forward.

"two!"

A beam of light hit the man in the middle. He was wearing a pure white brocade robe, and the steel frame fan in his hand blocked his side face.

"one!"

In the next second, all the people on the stage began to dance with their iron-bone fans raising their sleeves, and the sound of the fan bones opening and closing was like countless bamboo knots colliding with each other.What's even more amazing is that all the audience in the audience shouted Qi Lin's name along with the crackling beat of the dance as if they had already passed the script.

All the love and fanaticism were poured into the shouts at the top of their lungs, and everyone stood up, regardless of their intentions or intentions, and shouted his name in a loud voice——

"Bang! Bang! Pop!"

"Qi-Lin!"

"Bang! Bang! Pop! Bang!"

"Qi-lin! Qi-lin!"

The tempo is getting faster and faster, and the dancers on the stage use the sound of fans and drums to stir up the atmosphere to the extreme while hovering.

Qi Lin, who is dragging his robe like a white peacock, moves like flowing clouds and flowing water. In the close-up of the camera, his eyes glow with silver-blue light, and his mixed-race makeup is a mixture of pure and magical. The scar-like long longitudinal lines make his neck extraordinarily slender .

Those eyes carried an extremely confident smile, and his posture was calm and calm, making people submit to him.

In the following time, Jiang Jue didn't even realize his own existence.

He was unknowingly melted by the excited crowd and the fanatical atmosphere. When everyone was waving their arms and singing loudly in chorus, even if he hadn't heard those songs before, he still sang loudly along with the melody and subtitles.

The sound is like thunder in the valley, and the people who echo can hardly hear their own voices, so everyone pushes their voices and emotions to the extreme, ecstatically swinging and waving with the people on the stage, no one can sit down and listen to the song quietly .

Obviously it was a performance of nearly two hours, but each song was connected in series quite tightly, and the dance was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

No matter what Qi Lin on the stage did or said, the people in the audience were screaming and shouting——

Jiang Jue had never done such a thing before, but the moment he started shouting his name loudly along with the others, the subsequent things were completely out of his control.

During the singing and dancing session, many people followed the same dance steps offstage, and more female fans shouted "I love you" with tears streaming down their faces.

When it was time for the lyrical and slow songs, people regardless of the seating area began to arm in arm and shoulder to shoulder, waving pure white bracelets to the melody.

At that moment, the stadium full of 6 people was like the rising sun in the sky, and countless clouds paused and drifted in the bright and pure white light.

Tens of thousands of tiny rays of light gather together to form a surging Milky Way in the night sky like densely-covered stars, and large tracts of light signs form a rippling sea of ​​clouds, shaking with the singing.

When Qi Lin started singing love songs beside the unicorn with his guitar in his arms, more and more people began to make phone calls, crying and singing with their loved ones who were not around.

"How can I keep your eyes, even the silence is trembling to keep—"

The deep and magnetic voice was clearly singing in the ear, and even the heartbeat wanted to follow his beat.

When the hot guests started to introduce himself to perform the new song, Jiang Jue finally came to his senses. He finally realized how long he had been waving to the shaking, and he hadn't sat down since the beginning of the concert.

But not long after, when Qi Lin, who had changed into his clothes and moistened his voice, was carrying a maple violin and landed from a high place again, he was engulfed by the frenzied atmosphere again.

The appearance of him sitting on the swing and playing the violin is like an angel descending from the mortal world, which is so beautiful that it is somewhat unreal.

Until the end of the three encore encores and the crowd began to leave reluctantly, Jiang Jue didn't fully recover.

He sat in his seat for a long time, watching how many people were wiping their tears and saying that I really love him, and listening to the old songs on the stereo, it took a long time to stand up again.

Just... what happened?

The brainwashing love song made the melody repeat in his mind, and he couldn't help but buy all the two CDs and the Live commemorative CD at the exit. Someone even started singing the song just now in the exit passage, and a large group of people started to sing. Sing along.

When Jiang Jue got back into the nanny's car, Ji Ji glanced at the CDs in his arms, and instantly understood what happened.

Jiang Jue had just come out of an environment where the volume was too high, and even the decibel of his speech was still subconsciously raised.

He didn't realize something was wrong after speaking halfway, coughed dryly and drank water.

"It seems to be very enjoyable to watch." Aunt Lu glanced sideways at the child, smiled and waved: "Send him back."

This kid was like a statue a few years ago, but recently he finally found some popularity.

On the way back, Jiang Jue couldn't help flipping through Weibo topic squares.

Thousands of fans who watched the concert are scrambling to confess their love, and all kinds of beautiful stage photos have been swiping the screen.

Jiang Jue had a lot of words in his heart that he couldn't say, but when he saw someone posting those words on Weibo without concealment, he felt a sense of sympathetic joy.

He clenched those CDs tightly, only feeling that his heart was still beating wildly.