The top brother is going to the draft!

The next day, Zhuang Xiang was woken up by Bing Kuo Luo stepping on his milk.

When he was half asleep and half awake, he had the urge to vomit a mouthful of old blood. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the cat that used to lie on his body like a small cloud was now pressing down on his chest like a mountain.

Bing Kuo Luo: Meow Meow =w=

Zhuang thought: "Cough cough cough."

how so!

Xiang Ran, who was quietly reading a book by the window, turned around when he heard the movement, put down the book and walked over, picked up the cat by the back of the neck and put it on the ground.

Bing Kuoluo: "Awwhhhhhh!"

Seeing that the cat had the tendency to rush towards the bed again, Xiang Ran poked it away familiarly.

Zhuang wanted to regain his senses, sat up from the bed and clutched his painful chest, indignantly: "Is this the weight that a scrawny little raccoon should have!!"

Xiang Ran glanced over and let out a breathy laugh: "It's so delicious."

Probably because he started wandering at a very young age, Bing Kuoluo has always had a very loyal pursuit of food.

In addition, there are always people in the base who like to feed it. If you eat too much, won’t you gain weight?Even the restless raccoon can't avoid it.

Zhuang Xiang muttered: "If you eat any more, you will be like a raccoon pig."

He looked at the kitten who lingered at the door even if it was driven away.

The little raccoon flower, the big brother of the flower arm, can no longer be called the little raccoon flower. Every minute of time, it seems to become fleshy on its body, and it tends to become more and more mellow over time.

Zhuang wanted to look left and right, and asked, "Is it bad for him to eat too much?"

"The doctor said that it is enough to reduce the food intake slowly and periodically, and I am trying it now." Xiang Ran replied, "If it is not possible, you can exercise more."

Zhuang Xiang nodded, of course he is not worried about Xiang Ran taking care of Bing Kuo Luo.Seeing Bing Kuo leave in a flutter, he rubbed his eyes and planned to go back to sleep, when he was about to fall back, Xiang Ran grabbed his arm.

Zhuang thought: "What are you doing!"

Xiang Ran pinched his face twice: "Wake up, kid, it's already three o'clock in the afternoon."

Zhuang thought: "..."

Grass, so annoying.

Although I really don't want to think about it, if I sleep like this for another day, it will almost be useless.

He had no choice but to get up reluctantly and sit by the bed, his not sober mind was still vaguely thinking about going back to teach classmate Xiao Song how to play the drums.

Xiang Ran: "There are vegetables in the microwave, eat something to fill your belly."

Zhuang wanted to nod, and glanced at the upside-down notebook on the balcony, which should be what Xiang Ran was reading before.He asked, "What are you looking at?"

Xiang Ran: "Script."

Zhuang Xiang blinked his eyes and said with great interest, "Are you ready to take on a new play now?"

Xiang Ran has always been very resigned to acting.

When I didn't become an actor, I was already very resigned, and after becoming an actor, I became even more resigned.However, even if he is so casual, the script is still overwhelming.

Xiang Ran responded, then looked at him: "Interested?"

Zhuang wanted to blink, but didn't respond.

Xiang Ran slightly ticked the corner of his mouth, and said: "Next time if there is a suitable script, I will give it a try."

Zhuang wanted to groan with his chin propped up, and pressed the tip of his tongue against the little tiger's teeth: "But I don't know it at all."

"Really? Thinking about dancing is not so good since birth." Xiang Ran walked back to pick up the script, and then came back and put the script in his hand, "Always give yourself a few more chances to try, You won’t regret it later.”

Gee.

These words sound like parents educating confused children.

After listening to Zhuang Xiang, he muttered an old lady, but then laughed again: "The bamboo horses are really a wonderful relationship, so there must be some wonderful telepathy after getting along for a long time."

"Ok?"

"My mother always understands me very well."

Xiang Ran laughed when he heard this, and rubbed the top of his head.

As Xiang Ran said, try.

Yes, Zhuang Xiang always wants to try all the new things in the world that he has never tried before.

Whether it's dancing, drumming, or anything else, Zhuang Xiang will never be stingy with time for things that arouse his interest.

As for acting—

Zhuang wants to look at Xiang Ran.

Today is a bit cloudy, and the contours of his face look slightly blurred, except for a pair of beautiful blue eyes that are very clear. When staring at him, they are unchangingly focused and as gentle as a spring breeze.

Zhuang Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and through these eyes, he thought of Xiang Ran who played different roles with the same face on the screen.

Emperors, soldiers, refugees.

Lawyers, doctors, bad boys.

He has experienced all kinds of different lives and is personally on the scene.Zhuang wanted to be curious for a long time, what kind of experience would that be?

Novelty?Is it fun?

Xiang Ran: "I'm looking forward to it."

Zhuang wanted to regain his senses, and tilted his head:?

"Looking forward to you coming to my side." Xiang Ran stretched out his hand to caress his side face.His eyes are beautiful, the gentle blue is like melting glaciers into a vast ocean, "Didn't you say you want to be with me? Come on, if you wish."

The unspeakable touch is like a stone falling into a lake, causing ripples.

Zhuang wanted to stare at him for a while, then blinked: "I don't get tired of talking like this."

Xiang Ran smiled slightly: "You said it first yesterday."

Zhuang Xiang: "..." His words directly brought back the dark historical memories of last night.

He was speechless for a while, and muttered softly: "Annoying old lady."

Xiang Ran didn't mind at all, and even responded unhurriedly: "Yes."

Those beautiful eyes that always make people feel distant and unreal are looking down at him, with a faint shadow under the eyelashes.

Zhuang Xiang said again: "..."

After a while, Xiang Ran, who was looking at him for a moment, suddenly shifted his gaze, and reached out to rub his ear in doubt: "It's red."

Zhuang thought: "..."

No, hold back.

It was 04:30 when Zhuang Xiang was sent back to the base by Xiang Ran. When he opened the bedroom door and went back, he found Su Yuan still lying on the bed.

This is a rarity.

Su Yuan's work and rest are very regular.If it wasn't for staying up late due to special circumstances, he usually went to bed at eleven o'clock and woke up at seven o'clock.Even if other people sleep until the sun rises during the small holiday, Su Yuan will get up on time.

Zhuang Xiang blinked and cast a puzzled look at Qi Beizhen.

Qi Beizhen said concisely: "Sick."

It directly confirmed Zhuang Xiang's thoughts.Zhuang wanted to get close to Su Yuan's bed and reached out to touch his forehead.

It seems to be a little hot.

He asked Qi Beizhen: "Have you taken your temperature?"

Qi Beizhen hadn't answered yet, but Su Yuan opened his eyes in a half-dream and half-awake state, saw that it was Zhuang Xiang, and said, "It's okay, I've already taken the medicine, just lie down for a while and I'll be fine."

The voice is weak.

Zhuang Xiang was worried, and helped him lift up the quilt and cover it up a little worriedly: "It's really impossible to hang some water at night."

Su Yuan nodded.

Zhuang wanted to see that he was not in good condition, so he didn't continue to disturb him.After taking off his private clothes and changing into his training clothes, he went to the training building, turned left and right, and finally found Song Yichen who was fighting landlords in a hidden corner.

"Yes!" Song Yi's voice was full of air.

Then he was laughed at: "It's not A, it's Jian Er."

"I've never heard anyone call Jian'er an A, you're so amazing!!"

Song Yichen stiffened his neck: "What's the matter, I said A is A!"

Zhuang wanted to put his smile back in his stomach, and leaned against the wall: "cough cough."

Song Yishen immediately turned his neck and looked over: "Brother! I'll go, you've come back, you really don't know how hard I've been waiting for you."

Zhuang Xiang raised his eyebrows, looked at the cards on the ground, and signaled: Is this the hard way?

Song Yishen smiled shyly, and casually stuffed the cards to the person next to him, ran over amidst the other party's furious cry of "the cards are so rotten, throw them to me", and put his arms around Zhuang Xiang's shoulders affectionately: "It's to teach me Do you have a drum set, brother~~"

Zhuang Xiang nodded, and the contestants behind him immediately said, "I want to watch!"

"I'll go, my brother can actually play drums??"

"I haven't seen my younger brother playing drums yet, I want to watch too!"

"Oh yo yo, add me."

Song Yichen waved them away like chasing flies: "This is the secret of the talent show, and it will not be revealed until later!"

Amid the disdainful chatter, Song Yichen took Zhuang Xiang to an empty practice room, where there was a drum kit.

Song Yishen said expectantly: "I borrowed it from the equipment group in advance, how is it?"

Zhuang wanted to pick up the drum stick and take a quick look. The slender drum stick swirled twice in his slender fingers.Before Song Yishen could catch up with his gaze, he saw Zhuang Xiang's eyelids drooping, and the drumsticks had already fallen briskly on the drum surface, with clean and powerful force, and the huge practice room suddenly sounded like complicated thunder.

Song Yishen subconsciously opened his eyes wide.

Unknown! !

"The sound quality is okay. But I haven't played for a long time, and I'm a little rusty," Zhuang Xiang looked at Song Yichen, "Want to hear it? Let me do a little."

Song Yishen nodded frantically.

Zhuang Xiang squinted his eyes and smiled, sat on the chair, lowered his eyes and recalled the scores he had learned before.

Song Yichen propped his chin and sat cross-legged to the side to watch.

Zhuang wanted to play while remembering, and the speed of drumming gradually changed from slow to fast, from unfamiliar to familiar, and the audience's perception also changed from "what the hell is this" to "a cow, a cow".

The intense drumming is like a roller coaster-like thrill, just listening to it makes people have a dangerous thrill of adrenaline rush.

Zhuang wants to step on the rhythm, his messy smog-blue hair is slightly curled up, a lazy and wanton smile is hooked on the corner of his mouth, his eyes are half-closed, he looks cool and relaxed, and the drum stick is in his beautiful hand It turns so fast that the shadows falling on the drum make people feel dazzled.

Song Yishen felt for a moment that his heart was being placed on the drum.

He had no doubt that if Zhuang thought of a ray of light at this time, the light would follow him.

The more serious Zhuang Xiang was, the more he didn't dare to make a sound, and concentrated on watching Zhuang Xiang's movements.

Sometimes it is really a pleasure to watch Zhuang want to do things.

Whether it's dancing or playing drums, Song Yichen always feels that he can see his enjoyment from his subtle expressions and the light in his eyes, and he can see his liking and relaxation from the details.

I like these myself, and the expression on my face is absolutely different from being forced to learn for a living.

Song Yishen fixed his eyes on Zhuang Xiang's face for two seconds, and suddenly felt a little emotion that was hard to define.

Zhuang Xiang stopped after knocking for a while, and asked with a smile, "How is it?"

Song Yichen applauded without hesitation: "Cool!"

There was an inexplicable pride on his face.

It seemed that what I said was not about Zhuang Xiang, but about himself.

After boasting, Song Yichen couldn't help but said, "Is this really quick? Why don't I think it's not possible?"

Zhuang thought: "If you only practice one piece of music in a short time, it's okay."

There is no absolute crash for any musical instrument, but there is a relative crash.

Some people can play a piece of music completely even if they don't even know the slightest bit of temperament.As long as you remember exactly which keys to press and are proficient enough, it is not difficult to make a crash.

Song Yishen took the drum stick from Zhuang Xiang's hand, and tapped lightly on the drum surface as if trying it out. He heard a sound that could not be called crisp or muffled, and felt his heartbeat melt into the sound of the drum instantly.

Him: "Hiss."

There is only one sound, and there is an inexplicable sense of surprise.

Zhuang Xiang smiled and watched from the side: "Here, isn't it amazing? This is the charm of the drum set."

After getting started, Song Yichen was even more ready to move, saying: "It's so cool! After this time passes, I also want to find time to learn this."

Zhuang Xiang nodded: "You can try."

Song Yichen scratched his head: "However, it seems that I heard people say don't learn something just because you think it's cool, it won't last long."

Zhuang Xiang blinked: "Hmm."

He didn't think so.Anyone's motivation can be transformed into a real love in the process of learning.

"My brother said that people always need to give themselves a few more chances to try, so that they won't regret it later." Zhuang Xiang said, "It makes sense. After all, when I first learned to dance, I just thought hip-hop was cool, so I just tried it. .If you don’t learn, you will never know when you will start to like it.”

Seeing Song Yishen nodding, Zhuang wanted to scratch his head, feeling convinced again.

Well, give it a try.

Whether it's dancing, drumming, or acting, you always need to try.

The two of them played drums in the practice room all afternoon, and it was almost past meal time before Song Yichen stopped.

Zhuang wanted to take him to dinner, but he heard his pocket beeping all the way, and couldn't help putting his arm around Song Yichen's shoulder and teasing: "Xiao Song, a busy man."

Song Yichen sighed with a sad face, and said, "It's all the hot searched things last time."

Zhuang thought: "Huh?"

"Didn't the trumpet be picked up after the hot search for Xiang Ran's trumpet last time? But Teacher Xiang's black fans don't believe in evil, they just think that Teacher Xiang has it! I have been picking it up these days, I find it very annoying, take the small one The number and the person scolded each other a few words."

Zhuang thought, "Isn't that good?"

What a wolf.

Why is he not afraid of being picked out?

"But don't worry, I'm going to become an active idol soon after all. I'm well-measured, well-founded and gentle, but the other side has been aggressive!" Song Yichen was dissatisfied, "Why does Mr. Xiang have a trumpet?!"

Zhuang thought: "Well, you have it, maybe my mother... really has it?"

Song Yichen was still extremely determined: "Impossible! Isn't this a collapsed human design?"

Zhuang thought: "..."

What a stubborn girl.

Is Xiang Ran’s Bund still missing?

Zhuang wanted to cover his face and shook his head.

Song Yishen looked at him for a while, and asked cautiously: "Does my younger brother know something inside, does it really exist?"

Zhuang thought: "I don't know."

He just followed Song Yichen's words and recalled something.

When looking for inspiration from the movie "The Art of a Gentleman" before, Zhuang wanted to see Xiang Ran's pop-up message. The tone was highly interactive, and it didn't look like a fan. If it was a message received by Xiaohao, it seemed Makes sense too.

But Zhuang thought that everyone had their own little secrets, which was normal, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Unexpectedly, it started to become troublesome now.

One day passed, and the next morning, Song Yichen held up his mobile phone and exclaimed, shit.

Zhuang Xiang was so noisy that he turned on his phone half asleep and half awake, and his eyes swept across the hot search list.

see an entry -

# Xiang Ran Suspected Collapsing House#

He was refreshed instantly.