Travels

Xia Wanmu stared at the deeply familiar figure, and could hardly mistake her eyes. It was clearly Yu Qingge, but it was much lighter than in memory. The slender waist that she had circled countless times, now seemed like a wind It can be broken by blowing.For eight years, she pursed the corners of her mouth tightly, suppressed the tremors in her heart, and kept scanning that familiar stranger round and round with her peach eyes, trying to find the superficial traces left in her memory.

The thin lips of the woman on the stage opened and closed, and the deep yet clear voice filled the entire studio in an instant, and the people below started making noise like boiling water. Such a perfect and distinctive voice, impeccable singing skills, the mask To Yu Qingge, it was like the emperor's new clothes.

The cheers of the audience and the discussion of the students seem to be far away from the clouds. Xia Wanmu never knew that people can enter such a mysterious state when they are extremely nervous and excited. Their ears seem to be tuned to a secret radio station. Only that person The crooning and shallow singing echoed incomparably clearly, echoing round after round in the spacious studio.At the same time, the organ closed in her chest was also responding enthusiastically, and the tempo kept accelerating as the performance progressed, as if someone had placed a big drum in her body, and the sound was getting louder and louder. The faster it is, it seems to be chasing the melodious voice to the most extreme burst.

Xia Wanmu clutched her chest tightly, staring at it without blinking, staring at it, sore because it hadn't blinked for a long time.But she seemed so out of touch with this body that these subtle pains and discomforts didn't affect her at all.It was as if her entire soul had left this stiff and decayed body, she had broken free from the shackles and shackles of the vast ocean, and she only drifted to where she wanted to go.

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The bathroom was steaming, she grabbed the towel and wiped it casually twice, wrapped in a bathrobe and pushed the door out.There was no one in the bedroom, only the heater was blowing, and the stuffy and dry air made her a little aggrieved.As she walked out while wiping her hair, some water droplets that hadn't been wiped off slipped down her bare calf and rolled into the brown wooden floor.

"Why are you here? It's so late and you still don't sleep."

The person nestled on the sofa turned his head to look at her when he heard the words. An entertainment talk show was playing on the opposite TV. The hostess with too much makeup on her face maintained a stiff smile. His face was a little cold.

The temperature in the rather small living room was slightly lower, and the chill that hit her face scrambled into the thin bathrobe. She held her wet hair with her hands high up, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on her forearm that was not wrapped in fabric.

"It's so cold." She squeezed out a few words tremblingly between her teeth, stepped to the side of the sofa in two or three steps, and flung herself into the man's arms, her long wet hair was thrown on the man's light-colored pajamas Leaves a few long water marks.

The man hugged her in his arms, and the aroma of shower gel and shampoo lingered in the air around him like two snakes entangled indiscriminately.She kept rubbing against the gentle and slender arms, finally found the most comfortable position, and sighed quite satisfied.

"Hair is so wet, I'm going to catch a cold." The low voice rang in my ears, and the gentle tone seemed to be soaked in boiling honey water, blowing through my heart with scalding heat.

She lazily perfunctory, lay motionless in the warm and soft embrace of the man, like a baby bear about to enter hibernation.

"I'm going to get a towel."

The people around her moved their bodies, making a gesture to get up.She let out a resisting sound from her nasal cavity, her hands tightly clenched the willow-like flexible waist, and she fell down with all her strength.

The man was so entangled by her that he stretched out his hand to hold her wet long hair and lifted it up. Seeing that the fabric on her back had been soaked to a large extent, the tone of his mouth was a little anxious when he spoke again.

"The back is soaked, is it cold?"

She lowered her head and buried herself in the woman's arms, feeling the slight vibration in her chest when she spoke, and giggled.

"Fortunately."

She didn't want to leave this embrace, and was afraid of making people anxious, so she had an idea, lifted the long hem of the bathrobe and held it in front of the woman's eyes: "Just use this to wipe it casually, and then dry it later, I don't want to move now , and I don't want you to move."

There was a coolness in the gap exposed by the lifted clothes, she shivered a bit, and pressed against the soft body of the woman in front of her, her slender legs crossed over and clamped the woman's waist, her head lay on the woman's neck, Like a koala hugging its favorite eucalyptus branch.After a while, a gentle tugging sensation came from the back of her head, and the woman hugged her and moved carefully, as if wiping a dusty rare treasure.

The atmosphere was good, but the non-nutritive conversations on the TV were noisy. Xia Wanmu frowned, opened his mouth and bit the smooth and tender neck lightly, and made a vague sound from his throat.

"What you put on is so boring, you sneak out so late to watch secretly, you really don't make people worry."

The woman wiped for a while, and answered in a very soft voice.

"Can't sleep."

"I'm so tired today and still can't sleep? I recorded the program for more than five hours in a row." Xia Wanmu let go, and turned her head to bite the white and tender earlobe again, with a secret smile in her tone, "Really Can't sleep?"

The sound of breathing in her ears was out of rhythm, and the woman's short and light sigh swept across her heart like a feather, making her heart beat a little faster.She slowly turned her head close to the side of the woman's face, and the tip of her nose brushed against the delicate skin.

"Can't sleep, or are you waiting for me?"

She held the woman's face, her foreheads pressed against each other, and her breathing was intertwined. At this time, the woman's always indifferent phoenix eyes seemed to be covered with thin ice on the surface of the spring lake, and there was a lake of spring water under the clearly visible cracks.

The answer was obvious, she couldn't hold back her smile, her peach blossom eyes were like crescent moons, the woman stared straight at it for a while, opened and closed her thin lips, and said frankly, "I'm waiting for you."

There seemed to be a spring breeze blowing in the room on a winter night, Xia Wanmu picked up the person on his heart and strode back to the room, the bedroom door slammed shut.In the living room, forgotten TV shows cut to commercials, but no one cares about them anymore.

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There was thunderous applause in the studio, and the beautiful song like a siren in the deep sea seemed to be still echoing in my ears. The female singer, who was so slender and distressed wearing a butterfly mask, nodded her head in greeting, and waited until the cheers gradually died down before opening her mouth.

"As a person who also made his debut through the draft, I can understand everything you have experienced or are about to experience, and empathize with it. Even if I stand now and look back on the past, I always think that the days of participating in the draft and after the show are over. Those two years were the happiest time for me... I learned a lot during those times, not only in terms of professional knowledge, I gained a lot, but also lost a lot. Your life will be turned upside down in the next period of time Changes are beyond your imagination. Even if some of you are already mentally prepared, I can say with certainty that it is far from enough to cope with what is about to happen. I think that to win in this cruel competition Winning, the most important thing is to have the courage to face yourself, recognize yourself, and have rock-solid faith and persistence. Those who enter my team, I will guide them in singing skills and all aspects related to it , but it is limited to this, and the rest is inseparable from your own efforts."

Her speaking voice is slightly lower than when she sings, but it is always very textured, and there is a perfect contrast with her slender figure.She speaks slowly, but the sentences are fluent, and the content sounds like sincere words that have been carefully polished and confided. The audience seats and student seats that were still discussing in low voices gradually quieted down, and many people showed their concentration. look.

"Every student who passed the audition to be shortlisted for the first 100 people must have some real talents and practical learning, but many things cannot be achieved only by ability. You can't be complacent about your previous achievements. You can only stay humble. Only by continuing to learn and improve will it be possible to sprint for the final seven places." She paused for a while, her tone became light, as if recalling something from the past, she said with emotion, "I hope that when all students make choices, I can see clearly what I want most and what is really important, so that when I bring up my current decision many years later, I can say with certainty that I live up to my youth and have no regrets.”

There was no sound in the studio, everyone's eyes fell on the woman who left slowly, and applause rang out after a while.

Xia Wanmu sat silently, watching Yu Qingge slowly walk up, step by step, getting closer.She is extremely grateful that the masking arrangement made by the program group saves her from having to meet Yu Qingge with her full face at this moment. Whether she is deceiving herself or others, she would rather believe that everyone in the world has made mistakes, and the person wearing the butterfly mask is not Yu Qingge, and the person who sat here and sang and danced like a clown just now was not herself.

It's been eight years, it's been a long time, and her face has changed beyond recognition. She dare not admit that she is afraid of seeing a strange and distant Yu Qingge, and she is even more afraid of facing the years of insincere love between the two.When did the quiet and gentle Yu Qingge in my memory, who was used to staying behind her silently and always reflected in her eyes, become such a mature, calm, eloquent and able to control the audience with ease?That slender and lonely body contained an aura and strength that was quite different from the appearance, and just one glance could easily make her separate the memory from the reality.

She has never realized soberly like this moment that those eight years really separated them thousands of miles, and this time she has been looking forward to the same stage, all the attempts and efforts to get closer to the current Yu Qingge seem so absurd .Little by little, time shattered the tranquility she had whitewashed with memories, and then peeled off the shell of her authenticity that she depended on for a living. She hid behind that ridiculous fox mask, and was shocked to find that she was completely naked. -Naked, helpless, nothing can resist the person walking towards him.

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