you have to talk to me

There is the sound of rain in the dream.

Feng Jimeng was woken up by a burst of urine, and opened her eyes in a daze, facing the gap in the curtain that was not fully drawn.It was dawn early, and it was raining outside, and the huge raindrops tapped on the glass like drumsticks, the same sound as in his dream.

He stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and when he stood up suddenly, his legs felt sore.After the time in the early morning, Yang Fan seemed to be here for the second time, but Feng Jimeng was so sleepy that he didn't have a very precise memory of it.After his brief sobriety, the aftertaste of the orgasm brought him into a deeper drowsiness. Reality and dreams were intertwined, and he was dizzy and had to give up all thinking.

I'm fine, just a little unwell.He shrank back into the quilt again, and when he wrapped the quilt tightly, he felt that the side was already completely cold, and then he saw the note on the bedside table, which was left by Yang Fan, giving him an address, and asked Feng Jimeng to call him when he woke up. Make a phone call and take a taxi to that place.A smiling face was drawn on the corner of the note.

Feng Jimeng closed her eyes, pretending that she never woke up.

Just about to fall asleep, his phone vibrated, Yang Fan called and asked if he was still sleeping, Feng Jimeng made two hums, still looking very sleepy, Yang Fan said to let him sleep, wake up again come over.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he quickly fell asleep again, and the sound of rain continued his dream just now.

This sleep in the cage was deep and deep.

I don't know how long it has passed, but there is a cold damp breath on the tip of his nose, as well as his familiar smell.Surprised at first, but after a few moments he knew who it was, and reassuredly tried to sink back into the depths of unconscious dreams.

A piece of cool and soft lips pressed against him, and then a soft and slippery tongue fell into his mouth and moved nimbly. Feng Jimeng had already gotten used to the rhythm and breath of Yang Fan's kiss, and obediently raised her neck, The kiss moved from the lips to the neck.The thin quilt wrapped around him was pulled away a little, and a cool hand came in from the gap in the quilt, and when it landed on his chest, Feng Jimeng couldn't help but shiver.

"Brother...you're back." Feng Jimeng's sleepy voice, half-opened his eyes sleepily, staring at Yang Fan's head buried on his chest, and his arms limply wrapped around his neck superior.

Yang Fan raised his head, his hair was still wet, with the smell of cold rain: "You can really sleep."

"Hmm..." Feng Jimeng hummed twice and closed his eyes again.

Yang Fan got up from the bed, took off his clothes twice, lifted the quilt and lay down, hugging Feng Jimeng's smooth and warm body: "Are you still sleeping? I'll accompany you."

"what time is it?"

"A little over."

"I slept for a long time."

"Ah."

Yang Fan looked at the beautiful little face half sunken in the pillow in front of him, and fiddled with the hair hanging from his forehead with his hand, then stretched out his little finger, and gently brushed his eyelashes with the tip of his finger, like a small eyelash brush I brushed my fingertips and felt itchy.

"You went out in the morning." Feng Jimeng took his hand away and finally opened his eyes.

"Well, I went to practice with the band, and I plan to sing a song with them one last time. I left too hastily before, and now it's time to put a good end to this matter."

"Well, that's pretty good too."

"I have almost practiced in the morning, and I will go to the scene to rehearse again in the afternoon."

So many years have passed, but the tacit understanding from that year is still there. Yang Fan has already figured out his songs very clearly, so he practiced a new song very smoothly without practicing a few times.

He touched Ji Meng's face and looked tenderly into his eyes: "this time we will sing our song."

Feng Jimeng put his hand on the back of his hand: "Which one, have I heard it?"

"No, it's a new one, and I'll listen to it to you at night."

"okay."

"What should I do, are you still sleeping? Or get up and eat something?"

These words seemed to remind Feng Jimeng's stomach that hadn't eaten since last night's dinner, it growled and protested on the spot.

The two had lunch in the restaurant of the hotel. In the afternoon, Yang Fan went to the live rehearsal of "Awakening Alone". Feng Jimeng also followed, but Yang Fan refused to let him in, saying that he would only show it to him during the official performance at night. Reserve a little surprise.

Helpless, Feng Jimeng had no choice but to "wake up alone" and walk outside.The rain had stopped, and the sky in the afternoon was gray. He was still a little sleepy, and the exhaustion he had accumulated for a long time could not be recovered in a day or two.He casually bought a cup of coffee on the side of the road and drank it while wandering aimlessly along the street.

The phone vibrated, Yang Fan called, asking where Feng Jimeng was.

"I'm wandering around, have you finished rehearsing?"

"Not yet, there is something wrong with the equipment, and it is being adjusted." Yang Fan complained, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me outside, what are you doing, come back quickly, and I will not reply to your text message, really .”

"Oh, the phone is still on silent, and it hasn't been tuned back."

"Come back quickly, and you should come back quickly."

Feng Jimeng turned around and walked back. When he clicked on WeChat, he saw that Yang Fan had sent him more than one message. Since he was still sleeping in the hotel in the morning, he had sent a total of more than a dozen messages.

--Honey, are you up yet?

-- Baby, when are you coming?

--Come here as soon as you get up, can you have lunch with your friends in the band at noon?

……

--Bao'er, where are you?

--Didn't I tell you to wait for me outside? Why did you disappear in a blink of an eye?

……

When Feng Jimeng walked to "Wake Up Alone", Yang Fan squatted at the door smoking a cigarette, looking left and right with an unhappy expression.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Yang Fan stood up, pinched out his cigarette, and said unhappily, "It's nothing. Just stay here and don't wander around."

"Oh."

Probably he also felt that he was a little unreasonable, so Yang Fan explained: "I thought you were outside, and I would be worried if I didn't see anyone when I came out."

"Well, then I'll wait for you at the door."

This excuse doesn't seem to be sufficient. In broad daylight, Feng Jimeng is such a big person that he can't lose it. Yang Fan felt more and more embarrassed when he thought about it, so he had no choice but to stop pestering this and put his arms around Feng Jimeng's shoulder: "There is a dessert shop in front of you. Go there and have something to eat and wait for me, it won't be too long."

"Ah."

"What are you drinking?"

"coffee."

"Give me a drink."

Feng Jimeng turned the mouth of the coffee paper cup to Yang Fan, and brought it to his mouth.

After placing him in a dessert shop and ordering a few small cakes for him, Yang Fan returned to "Wake Up Alone" with peace of mind.

Dong Xiao complained to him: "What have you been doing? It's been so long? There are other bands waiting to rehearse."

"There's nothing to do, let's start." Yang Fan hurried to hug the guitar with a guilty conscience.

He himself was annoyed, he didn't expect that he could be so clingy, clinging to a child who was more than ten years younger than him, he didn't see him for a moment, he didn't get a response for a moment, it was like his intestines were knotted, nowhere was smooth.Although he used to like to cling to Feng Jimeng, but at that time he could restrain himself somewhat. After going through last night, to be precise, this morning, he couldn't restrain himself.

The combination of bodies is not just physical friction, but more like a chemical reaction. As the party entering, he doesn't have the sense of superiority in controlling everything, but instead creates a kind of psychological dependence.This has never happened before, Yang Fan couldn't figure out why, maybe Feng Jimeng didn't cling to him and rely on him as he imagined.In short, Yang Fan couldn't think about this matter, thinking about it would make him feel ashamed to death.Fortunately, Feng Jimeng followed him in everything, and would not delve into his strange behavior.

As night fell, the concert started at 08:30, and many people gathered in "Wake Up Alone" at seven o'clock.

Feng Jimeng also squeezed into the crowd early, Yang Fan asked him what he was doing, he said he wanted to take a seat in the front.Yang Fan laughed, and pointed to the location of the on-site staff at the lower right corner of the stage: "You can sit there."

Feng Jimeng glanced at the sign saying "Non-staff do not enter", and said, "I am not a staff member."

"Family members are also fine. I'll take you there when it starts."

It started on time at 08:30. The first band to come out was not SUBMARINE, but a local punk band from Zhining City.They were very popular and sang five songs in one breath.The lead singer jumped up and down on the stage, his clothes and hair were soaked, and they made the atmosphere of the scene very warm.

So when SUBMARINE came on stage, it was like bringing a cool breeze to the people who were sweating profusely in the scorching sun.

Only last night did Yang Fan know that most of the songs the band is singing now are composed of Anna's lyrics and music.The lead singer is generally the soul of a band. The female lead singer Anna endows SUBMARINE with a very comfortable, brisk and healing soul.They still prepared five songs today, and when the fifth song was finished, Anna gasped and said, "I don't know if there are SUBMARINE fans here today."

The audience shouted: "Yes!"

"Old fans should know that our band reunited seven years ago, and I was not the lead singer of the first SUBMARINE. Does anyone know who the original lead singer was?"

There was a moment of silence in the audience, and suddenly a female voice rose from the crowd, shouting brokenly: "Yang Pingshan!" Then sparse voices also shouted.

"It's great that someone still remembers him." Anna looked at Yang Fan standing in the work area below the stage, "Back then he had no choice but to leave in a hurry. He owed the band a farewell and owed the fans a farewell. After seven years, Let us welcome him to sing a song for us again, and for the last time as the lead singer of SUBMARINE."

"welcome!"

The audience applauded and screamed, and the lights on the stage dimmed, leaving only noise.

After a while, Yang Fan came to the stage, and a circular halo hit him.

"Good evening, friends."

"What I'm about to sing is an original song - "I Love You More at Night"."

Finally, I will sing with Lao Hu and Dong Xiao again. Compared with saying goodbye to fans, in Yang Fan’s mind, it means saying goodbye to his friends who play music, saying goodbye to Submarine, and saying goodbye to the former self.