Travels

In the white-walled ward, Lu Zhen and Xiao Liu surrounded the bed, looking worriedly at the flushed person on the bed with his eyes closed.

"Brother Lu, it's almost six o'clock, and the recording will be late, what should I do?"

Lu Zhen caressed the brow of the unconscious woman, and the skin touched by the palm of his hand was hot.He sighed, worried, took out his cell phone from his pocket and said helplessly, "I'm going to ask the program crew for a leave of absence. How can we go if it burns like this? You can call Sister Zhang and report to her. To communicate about the aftermath."

Xiao Liu nodded ignorantly, and the two left one after another.The woman lay quietly on the wide bed, her brows were raised, her eyelids trembled slightly, and she had fallen into a long dream.

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Xia Wanmu struggled to drag the half-person-high box, and slowly climbed up the narrow stairwell step by step.The space is cramped, the corridors are dark, and the faint musty smell wafts from the humid environment, making it impossible for people living here to remember the bright spring day just across the wall.

She stopped outside an iron door, raised the back of her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, panted for a while, then unzipped the zipper of her coat and slapped it hard twice to let in the air.

It has been a month since the grand talent show sponsored by Huaxing Media came to an end, and the rumors circulating are all that Huaxing decided to combine the champion, runner-up and third runner-up of the competition into a girl group, following the current trend of popular music groups.These gossips are all well-founded, and even the details are so true that it is impossible to doubt it.Xia Wanmu, as the lucky one who managed to reach the third place by virtue of his good looks, confidently waited from the tail of winter to the beginning of spring in the hands of a group of good singers and dancers, and finally waited for Hua Xing's notice amidst the dwindling hopes .

She didn't know how many interests and calculations this short notice had to go through before it was finally released, but the result undoubtedly made her unsatisfied.It's not that she dislikes the harsh conditions of the group dormitory assigned to her, and she doesn't care much about the current indifferent treatment that is seriously inconsistent with her own enthusiasm. It's just why the three-person group has become a two-person group, and the one who left still had a pleasant, gentle and cheerful voice. Where is the draft champion Xu Mengwei?She really thanked Yu Qingge from the bottom of her heart for being cold and unreasonable all day long!

The young soul is full of passion and is not afraid of hardships and dangers, but it may cause psychological stress under the too cold temperature given by its companions.

She sighed, took out the key from her pocket and fiddled with it slowly, inserted it into the keyhole and was about to turn it to the right, when she suddenly remembered that the people inside didn't know what they were doing at the moment, it seemed impolite to open the door rashly, so Taking back the key, he clenched his fist and knocked on the door a few times.

The door was opened, and Yu Qingge's ice face that had never changed for thousands of years appeared in front of her eyes. She raised the corners of her mouth to force a smile, and greeted stiffly.

"Long time no see, how are you doing?"

Ice Cube Face stared at her for a while, nodded his head as an answer, then moved away and walked away without saying a word.

Among other things, the difficulty of getting along seems to be irreversible.Xia Wanmu pursed the corners of her lips, grabbed the suitcase with both hands and pushed it towards the door. Before her other foot stepped into the room, she heard the bedroom door slam shut.

Is this considered hated?It seems that Yu Qingge is equally dissatisfied with the result of such a distribution.She can also understand, after all, this person is a capable person, and accepting the group arrangement should be for Miss Mengwei's face, right?Now that Miss Mengwei has run away, leaving me with such an airs, no matter how hard I try, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape the fate of dragging my feet.

She leaned on the wall with one hand and slowly changed her shoes, looking at the empty and impersonal living room that lacked furniture, frowning.

It's time to find some opportunities to enhance the relationship. If you just leave it alone, it may be difficult to make progress in the relationship between them, and it will inevitably affect the business in the end.Thinking about it, she stepped on the cold solid wood floor, walked slowly through the living room, and stopped in front of the closed door.

Yu Qingge is a loner and weirdo, almost all the little sisters who stayed on the final stage said so.No one knew about her, whether it was family background or personal hobbies, the only roommate she shared a room with was eliminated at the beginning of the competition, so no useful information was left behind.This freak always trains alone, eats alone, goes to the bathhouse alone, and even digests the momentary wins and losses in the schedule silently.She is like a briar blooming alone in the wilderness, the flower heart is wrapped in thick petals, and she neither needs companionship nor appreciation.

If there is anything about such a person who surrounds herself with copper walls and iron walls shows her flaws, it is probably because everyone discovered her obsession with music.Only when she sings on stage by herself, or after hearing someone else's touching singing, will the ice on this person's face melt, and others will have the opportunity to see the emotions flowing from this person. Only then did she realize that her brows and eyes are not always cold and indifferent, and she may be happy or worried because of the things around her.

Music, this may be the only entry point, and it is also one of Xia Wanmu's many dead ends.The scholarly family of the Xia family has a unique concept for the education of the next generation. The parents have not hesitated to cultivate her various hobbies since she was a child, and piano is one of them.But there are pros and cons in everything. Dad Xia always felt that having too many skills would not overwhelm him, but he forgot that learning too much would make it easy to not be good at it, and having too many skills would not support others.The Xia family girl rolled in the quagmire of many lively hobbies such as piano, dancing, painting, skating, etc., got up and patted the dirt, and then forgot about it in a blink of an eye. A little applause can only be gained with the pure love of uncles and aunts for the younger generation.

How long ago was that all?I have studied piano scores for a few years, and I have almost forgotten them until now. The only things I remember are the names of a few masters, a few famous works, and my curiosity.

In the first class, the teacher's big hand wrapped her little hand, patiently teaching the gesture of playing the piano.

"Imagine a globe framed in your hands, yes, the knuckles of your thumbs don't collapse."

She fantasized about rushing to Yu Qingge to let someone frame the ball, and she gave up this entry point very self-aware.Besides, even if the piano can be played to a professional first-level level, so what? They play pop music, interlaced like a mountain, and she can barely distinguish between Mozart and Beethoven when it comes to famous piano songs, and she probably only listens to popular music. After two butterflies, even the ones sung on the talent show stage were picked out by her little cousin from her own playlist.

If there is no intersection in hobbies, then you can only find them from the rest of the common ground.Although both are daughters, Yu Qingge doesn't pay much attention to her appearance.Although that face can't be said to be as shameful as a fish falling into a wild goose, but it is still beautiful and pleasant, but its owner doesn't think about how to whitewash it or make further improvements, and he can't even talk about cherishing it. , this fell into Xia Wanmu's eyes, which was a little incomprehensible.And the objects and other small things on her body, from the beginning to the end of the competition, followed the master exactly as they were for three months, neither too much nor too little, as if they were not external things, but Yu Qingge. It is the same as the components of the same, and it is no longer complete if there is a little change.

I don't like beauty makeup, I don't like new clothes, and even the impulse to shop is infinitely close to zero, which perfectly avoids all the characteristics that God bestows on women.Xia Wanmu feels that when it comes to gender, this person has nothing in common with her except for her body structure. Maybe there is a man living in her heart.

Gender cannot be considered either, so we can only start with the fact that both parties are human.Just like the famous water drinking theory in a certain TV series, people can't escape eating and drinking, and the second half is too primitive and shameful to be included in the discussion, so only eating and drinking is left.When looking at a person's diet, it is inevitable to start with the person's hometown. Xia Wanmu grabs the soft flesh on his chin, and for a while, he really can't remember where Yu Qingge is from, what are his taboos, whether he likes spicy food or not. Sweet, heavy or light.

The hour hand on the wall slowly pointed to the number 5. She fiddled with the hair behind her ear. She really didn't want to give up the excellent opportunity of having dinner to get closer. Takeaway order.As the saying goes, short-handed and soft-mouthed eaters can soften Yu Qingge's side, and it's a trivial matter to order a full banquet.Those who fly in the sky, those who run on the ground, and those who swim in the water are all indispensable. Even if her Yu Qingge is a collection of Hui, Miao, and Tibetan, she can neither touch half a chili nor eat a grain of sugar, and her taste cannot escape the whole menu go.

Hanging up the phone, everything was ready, and the dawn of victory seemed to be in sight. She pondered for a while how to politely and considerately send out a dinner invitation, and then she straightened the slightly messy table in the dressing mirror in the room. Clothes, and a touch of makeup, then ran to the opposite room and knocked nervously on the door.

The small sound of music from inside stopped, and the door slowly opened a gap. Yu Qingge's small half face appeared in the gap, with a cold expression, and asked vigilantly:

"what's up?"

Xia Wanmu was a little unhappy because of her guarded appearance, but in the end he still controlled his emotions and sincerely extended the invitation.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? I ordered takeaway, let's eat together?"

A trace of surprise flashed across the man's long and narrow eyes, he paused for a while, and resolutely refused.

"I'm not hungry yet, you can eat, thank you."

As soon as the voice fell, the door closed again.Xia Wanmu blinked blankly, stretched out his hand and pushed on the dark door, making sure it wasn't his hallucination, a surge of anger rushed from the soles of his feet to the center of his brows.

Is it that exaggerated?Even if you hate it, you can't be so obvious, right?Shouldn't maintaining superficial peace be a basic social etiquette?She acted like she was a virus and would be infected if she got along with her for a second longer, this person simply didn't know what to do!

Just as he was about to knock on the door again to ask for clarification, the phone in his pocket rang, and the delivery man had already arrived at the door.She held back her anger and opened the door. Two young brothers crowded in the corridor holding a huge box on the left and the right, looking over with numb eyes.

Xia Wanmu's breathing stopped for a moment, and then he smiled sweetly, with a friendly tone.

"I'm sorry, I can't eat so much here, please move back and eat by yourself, and you don't need to refund the money."

The two brothers looked at each other for a while, and finally nodded at her. Among them, the shorter brother was curious and asked what was going on.

She hooked the corners of her mouth, as if she had found an outlet, and her smile was full of apology.

"My friend is sick and can't eat. There's nothing I can do about her."

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