my brother is not cute at all

After school started, Yang Yue took care of her studies while rehearsing, and the days when she could find time to come to the club to visit classes became less and less.

On the other hand, tBD, as the team with the highest points throughout the year, became the second team to successfully advance to the national finals. As soon as the qualifiers ended, HiZ-one also successfully won and successfully won the third ticket to the national finals.

Days are passing day by day, and the global finals and the top three of "King of Dance" are getting closer and closer. The FIH team has been training intensively for more than half a month. The manager finally couldn't stand it anymore and forced the group of people to rest for half a day , So when a mysterious figure suddenly appeared in the small theater that Yang Yue temporarily rented, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Brother? Why are you here?"

On the high stage, he jumped down lightly and ran towards Hou Zeqi with big strides.

Seeing Hou Zeqi, he smiled and waved the milk tea in his hand in front of his eyes: "I'm here to deliver you food."

"The cost of your errands is high enough, can I afford it?" Yang Yue was worried, but she unhesitatingly pierced the paper cup and put the straw into her mouth.

Hou Zeqi pulled him to his side and sat down, but didn't leave his hands, put his hands on his waist and kneaded gently: "You pay back the money slowly, anyway, didn't you say that you will never run away in this life?"

Yang Yue bit her straw and scolded with a smile: "How do you let me run away? My mother ran away from home to the ends of the earth, and you have to find a way to catch me back. I'd better save it."

"It's good that you know it, then when the game is over, you can honestly pay off the debt," Hou Zeqi said with deep meaning, patted his lower back, full of hints, and then asked: "How is the rehearsal going?" gone?"

Yang Yue said: "The cooperation with the dancing guests went very smoothly, and today's one has been modified to be more ideal, but what I think in my heart is still the same as what I said before. Now that I have reached this stage, then I My goal is no longer chasing the championship, I am more focused on my own works, as long as I give my all and leave no regrets on stage, that’s enough.”

Hou Zeqi nodded: "If my ancestor can have this ideological realm, he is already a champion in my mind."

"Slick tongue..." Yang Yue complained in a low voice.

"Well, you have tasted it, and your evaluation is correct."

"Do you still want to be shameless?"

Yang Yue laughed angrily at him, thinking that with this person's shamelessness, if he continued to talk so recklessly, he would catch the broken road and run the wheel of the cart on the person's face.

Then I changed the subject and asked, "How about you? How are you preparing for the global finals? Are you sure?"

Hou Zeqi laughed: "It is absolutely false to say that we are 100% sure. The global finals are no different than the regular season. There are still a few strong teams in South Korea and North America. We can only take one step at a time."

"Is that so..." Yang Yue pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "It just so happens that I'm in good shape, so I'll give you a dance."

"Huh? What?" Hou Zeqi thought he heard it wrong.

"Don't be distracted, this dance is only for you."

As Yang Yue said, she took off the t-shirt she wore outside and threw it to him, turned her head and smiled brightly, turned and ran towards the big stage.

"..."

For a moment, the picture of deja vu passed through the long space-time tunnel, and every detail was ingeniously overlapped with the previous scene.

——"Don't be distracted this time, I'll show you something amazing."

The young man in elegant clothes had clear almond eyes and a bright smile, then turned around to face the light, and ran towards the dazzling stage...

The light and shadow in the memory gradually faded away, the stage fell into groggy, and then the light came on, and the music flowed quietly. Yang Yue was surrounded by a beam of pure white chasing light and slowly opened her agile arms, like a pure and beautiful flower. The buds slowly peel off their soft petals.

The light was as bright as the moonlight, and he was wearing flowing white wide-leg pants. His bare upper body was so white that it almost merged with the bright light. He danced and danced like a spirit fish roaming freely in the deep sea, unrestrained, light and soft. .

It was only then that Hou Zeqi realized that his works began to change at some point. His dancing posture changed from the hysterical struggle in "The Corner" to gentle and powerful.

The light and shadow on the ground were mottled, like swaying water shadows, and vines seemed to grow out of the bottom of the pool in a trance, hooking him to fall, and breaking free by his dancing like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Breaking the wind with his fingertips, hooking the moon with his toes, his movements gather the aura of all things, jumping up like rising clouds and falling like falling petals, the smooth ground movements are continuous, like a living spring flowing quietly on the stage , every inch of muscle and bone depicts the incisive beauty.

The music is melodious and melodious, hovering upwards, following the melody, he raised his chest, waist and knees high on the ground, and the extreme arc involved his arms to touch the towering sky...

The field of light went dark, and a beam of golden top light shrouded the dome, and then, within that light, a stream of golden quicksand poured down like a waterfall!Like the holy light breaking through the darkness, it suddenly pierced through the sky and the earth!

A shock that directly hit the soul roared, Hou Zeqi's pupils dilated unbelievably at that moment, and the deep part of the light-colored pupils was coated with a little bit of golden brilliance by that brilliance!

what is this? !!

For a moment, he felt that his breathing was about to stop.

The originally drowsy seabed instantly turned into a river of life. Yang Yue was in the quicksand, like a fish swimming against the current, controlling every inch of her body to dance freely, her outstretched arms seemed to transform into a pair of gorgeous wings, Facing the light and leaping to the sky.

The golden sand rustled, the ending sound faded away, and the whole stage came to an end in a shocking scene.

Hou Zeqi was silent for a long time in the dark, until the field lights came on again, he smiled and applauded for him.

Yang Yue shook off the golden sand all over her body, and jumped off the stage panting: "How is it, are you satisfied?"

"It's so shocking," Hou Zeqi said sincerely, "The champion in my heart deserves it."

"Actually, the inspiration for the golden quicksand came from you," Yang Yue said.

Hou Zeqi: "Me?"

"Well," Yang Yue's eyes flickered, and she looked at him fixedly: "Brother, do you know? When I fell into the water and sank into the darkness when I was 9 years old, it was only then that I realized that the darkness deprived me of all my senses. The place is not dark, because I was at the bottom of the water, and when I saw you approaching me with open arms, a beam of light came in..."

"So this dance is specially created for you, and it is also my last work as the champion. The name is-"Meet the Light"."

The light but firm three words tapped lightly on the heart like a scepter full of energy, causing a long-lasting bang.In an instant, the brilliance gathered by the quicksand seemed to cross the mountains, rivers and wilderness, pass through the night and dusk, and suddenly penetrate the heaven and earth, illuminating his heart.

It turned out to be the case.

Hou Zeqi recalled the shocking work just now, and suddenly understood everything.

In this case, let's become the light for the one you love.

Early the next morning, when the whole club was still immersed in peace, Hou Zeqi woke Yang Yue up from his sleep and claimed to take him to a certain place.

"Where are you going?" Yang Yue asked with a yawn facing his radiant smile.

"I'll take you to meet someone," Hou Zeqi said.

On the weekend, the road leading to the outskirts of the city was extremely smooth. Hou Zeqi carried Yang Yue all the way to the foot of the mountain.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the damp air in the early morning begins to hang a few traces of water vapor, and the breeze blows, making people feel refreshed and refreshed.

Accompanied by a series of jingling wind chimes, Hou Zeqi pushed open the glass door of a flower shop.

"Pack a bouquet of yellow irises with some ivy."

"There aren't many yellow irises left, can I get you a few zinnias?" The little girl in the flower shop turned her head while pruning the flower branches, and her eyes lit up when she saw him: "Eh? It's you? I I thought you wouldn't come this year."

Hou Zeqi nodded with a smile: "Well, look at the bag, just a little coloring."

"Okay," the little girl turned around and ran to get the flowers.

Yang Yue followed Hou Zeqi, wandering around the small flower shop for half a circle, and suddenly saw the cartoon characters written on the small blackboard at the front desk: Zinnias—in memory of an absent friend.

His heart trembled!

A friend who is not here, isn't that...

Sure enough, after leaving the flower shop, head south all the way, through the carved fence gate, you will find the endless cemetery.

The sky in the distance was misty, Yang Yue followed closely behind him, walking up the long stone steps, feeling heavy and complicated.

"Why did you bring me here?" he asked.

"You'll know later," Hou Zeqi had already walked to the end of the stone steps, and when he heard his voice, he turned his head and smiled at him.

Yang Yue was stunned, seeing him stand still in front of a tombstone, and then chased after him belatedly.

"Sorry for being late this year."

Hou Zeqi put the bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, and when he got up, he breathed out: "It took so long to come because it happened to be in time for the summer competition..."

The boy in the black-and-white photo is handsome and handsome, with clear eyes, looking at them silently across the cold stone tablet.

It was indeed June.

Yang Yue looked at him carefully, and suddenly realized that although the real Liu Yue and Liu Xuan had similar facial features, their expressions were completely incompatible. The corners of his lips seemed to be naturally raised, and his smile was clean and clear, as if born in happiness The child who grew up carefree in the family has a sincere appeal.

"Yes, you heard me right, I'm back."

Hou Zeqi smiled at June on the tombstone, and sighed again: "FIH has had a hard time in the past few years. Since you left, its record has been declining, old players have retired one after another, and sponsors have withdrawn their funds one after another. , the endorsements have all been lost, and it was almost disbanded more than two months ago, and it almost had nothing, but fortunately it has survived now."

"We also won the championship this summer and successfully advanced to the global finals. FIH is getting better and better now, and it will soon become the same as before."

His light brown eyeballs were shrouded in a layer of mist by the gray cloud, making him look long and ethereal. He was dressed in solemn black and stood tall. Yang Yue couldn't help but feel moved when she saw her eyes.

It turned out to be the case.

FIH was originally a place like home for them. It carried the blood and dreams of everyone, and left many unforgettable memories in their lives. If it really disappeared, I am afraid that the boy on the tombstone In the distant heaven, you will also feel sad, right?

There were insects chirping in the grass behind the tombstone, Hou Zeqi was silent for a while, and continued: "During your absence, Xiaoxuan did something that disappointed you, and now I have sent him Went where he was supposed to be, and hopefully he's there and realizes his mistake."

Mentioning Liu Xuan, Yang Yue couldn't help but feel a little complicated. He thought of the words Liu Xuan said with a grim face, and stared at the inscription carved on the stone tablet——

Born on June 6 and died on June 6.

How ironic, his ID is June, he was born in June, but he left a young and fresh life forever at the end of June four years ago.

"There is one more thing. I haven't had time to apologize to you. I'm sorry. I couldn't respond to you back then because I always had an irreplaceable person in my heart. Now I have found him..." After Hou Zeqi finished speaking, he suddenly smiled .

The moment the hand hanging by the side of his trousers was held tightly by him, Yang Yue looked over with some astonishment.

"Brother, you..."

"I'll bring him to meet you today," Hou Zeqi gently carried him to the tombstone, and quietly looked at Liu Yue on the tombstone: "This is my brother, the one who saved the fate of FIH, and also me." The lover who intends to spend the rest of his life together, we will always be together and take care of each other for the rest of our lives, so you should take good care of yourself over there..."

His eyes were firm, his brows were deep and gentle, and the words after that were blown away in the air by a howling gust of wind.

But enough is enough.

The autumn wind passed by, the trees and grasses sang Chinese songs, the bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone was swaying in the wind, the bright yellow was dazzling, Yang Yue quietly stared at the petals fluttering in the wind, her throat suddenly seemed to be blocked. It choked like a stone, and the pain in my heart surged up.

The flower language of yellow iris is eternal friendship.

It turned out that from the beginning to the end, what he lost was only a sincere friend, not a friend with whom he had an ambiguous relationship.

Yang Yue felt relieved immediately, and the hand that was holding him secretly tightened even more.

What he said was right, for the rest of their lives, they would always be together, taking care of each other, accompanying each other, and staying by their side till they grow old.

"Tomorrow is the day to go to the global finals. Four years ago, you left in a hurry, and many dreams have not been realized in time, but it doesn't matter. Tomorrow, all FIH players will definitely take your share of glory and compete in the global finals." Go to the final to compete for the championship.”

After the end, Hou Zeqi smiled with deep brows, raised his clenched fist lightly to touch the tombstone: "That's it, after the game, I'll bring everyone over to see you, goodbye."

After a long wind, the dark clouds in the sky were suddenly blown away, and the sunlight shone on the tombstone through the swaying vegetation. The mottled light and shadow were like the shimmering light in the eyes of a young man, flickering on and off.

In a trance, Liu Yue in the black-and-white photo seemed to be smiling and glowing, and said softly to them in tune with the wind: I see, everyone should work hard.

The autumn is crisp and clear, the blue sky is far away, the footsteps in front of the tombstone gradually fade away, two tall and straight figures hold each other's hands tightly, and walk down the long stone steps to the foot of the mountain.

Up and down the mountain, some people have finished their life, while others are still chasing their dreams and never stop.

In the spacious and bright airport, the announcements of various flights echoed repeatedly over the dome, and the FIH team got up and went to the boarding gate to line up.

At the end of the line, Yang Yue patted the big hand tightly grasped on the back of her hand, smiling and urging Hou Zeqi who was clinging to her and refused to let go.

Said: "I'll send it to you, hurry up, I'm going to queue at my boarding gate too."

Hou Zeqi's eyes painted his clear and graceful eyebrows over and over again, as if he wanted to engrave his facial features in his heart one by one, and asked reluctantly: "Are you nervous on the day of the competition?"

Yang Yue said: "It was a little bit at first, but when I think that this person in my heart will fight side by side with me in the mighty land, I have nothing to be afraid of."

The depths of his dark eyes reflected the countless lights on the dome of the airport, forming a dazzling galaxy of stars.

Hou Zeqi saw it, and his heart moved. Hysterical love began to surge and gather in his chest, flowing along the blood and bone marrow to every corner of his body, and solidified into eternity.

He couldn't help pinching Yang Yue's face, pressed a light kiss on the small mole on the tip of his nose, and said firmly, "Don't be afraid, you were born to belong to the stage, there is nothing to be nervous about."

"You too, you are fighting for the glory of the country, you will become my pride," Yang Yue wrapped her hands around his neck, tiptoed to the tip of his nose and whispered.

The sound of ticket checking began to be heard at the boarding gate, and he leaned forward with a smile, and his soft lips covered Hou Zeqi's lips, like the touch of a dragonfly.

"Brother, this is our era. When you come back, we will definitely meet at our respective peaks."

"..."

Most definitely.

Under the clear sky, the two planes left the horizon one after another, whistling past with the vows they left with each other.