canine boyfriend

41.

"Which one? Which one do you want to hear?" The man's hand was still on the boy's hair, stroking his dense and thick hair, the roots of which were covered with sweat.

That one is his famous song.

"Well, that's the one." The young man nodded, and followed suit with the man's hand.He took off the man's hand and rubbed it in his palm.

"Why do you... like that song?" The man asked, the boy should have only heard that song once, so why did he remember it?

On that day, I finally waited until the moment when love was shattered.I have always been a love brain, as long as I still have feelings, I always think that the two of us can start from scratch.Later, the relationship was wiped out, and he was also thinking about how to leave. He wanted to wait for the boy's father to speak, and wanted a complete explanation.

One statement, one decision.When he is still in love, he is willing to wait. When he is not in love, he hopes to put an end to the relationship, at least to comfort himself who is even sorry.

But the boy's father was drunk and brought another man back.

When he opened the door and saw those two people, he immediately felt that the idea of ​​wanting a full stop to his relationship was ridiculous.Perhaps in the heart of the other party, his side has already come to an end.He rushed into the bedroom and packed his suitcase. There were very few of his things in this house, and many of them were destroyed by the teenager.He dragged his suitcase and rushed out, and saw the man he once loved so much hugged another beautiful boy and kissed him.

That boy was probably in his early 20s.

He is as beautiful as he used to be, young, and maybe also full of longing for love.

The man didn't know how he escaped from that house in desperation, no, he escaped from that house.My love was wasted there for ten years, and I didn't learn anything except getting older.

I am like a stranger in this city, wandering in the streets late at night.One night away.

There are only a few sets of clothes in the box, and my most important things.

He was tired, so he squatted on the corner of the street to rest, and the sanitation worker who swept the street in the morning gave him a piece of bread.They took him for a homeless man, and the man took the bread and ate it.

He is indeed homeless.

The self who used to be filled with posters all over the city deserved to end up like this.

Only after dawn did he have the strength to look for a house, a very cheap rental house, still in the basement.He has to rest for a few days, adjust his state before returning to his hometown, go back and find a stable job, and never have illusions about relationships.

But he didn't want to pack his things at all, the room was messy, and he didn't want to move.

He suddenly wanted to sing.

His former lover didn't like him showing up in public, so he closed his voice and stayed at home with peace of mind.But he really wants to sing, to sing about himself, to sing about the past, to sing about how beautiful he used to be.

He began to sing, humming in a low voice, and sat on the box, swinging and swinging as if on a floating boat.It's just that he never expected that the person in his family who hated him the most would look for him like crazy.

That was the first time the teenager called him.

He was a little flattered, thinking that the young man might suddenly find out that there was a change in the family and he was not used to it.He has been cleaning up the house by himself, so he must have lost something.

It's just that the man didn't expect that the one the boy couldn't find was himself.

I told him the address myself, and I didn't expect anyone to come looking for him, but the young man suddenly appeared at the door, holding a familiar pajamas, and was furious.His angry appearance was exactly the same as when he was a child, as if he was so angry that he was about to hit someone, or he was so angry that he was about to cry.

He was lying on his shoulders, already taller than himself, and he said he thought he didn't want him anymore.

The man's eyes widened.

"I didn't want you..." The man just wanted to coax him first, but he thought in his heart, it's just that no one wants me anymore.

The hand was pinched and hurt, interrupting the man's memories.

"What are you thinking about?" The young man could see that he was distracted, thinking he was worried about the competition, "That song is nice, I heard you sing it once...it's nice."

When he said this, the boy's face turned slightly to the left, and he was embarrassed to look at him.

Of course it's not the first time I've heard it. Men used to sing that song when they took a bath at home.

The old bastard often doesn't go home. At night, apart from the nanny, there are only him and the man on the second floor.As a man grows older, his emotional intelligence doesn't increase at all, and he doesn't know how to quarrel with his father, so he just knows to wait at home, watch those health-preserving videos, and learn how to cook a few good dishes.

Every time, the teenager said that it was not good to eat against his conscience.It was actually delicious, so fucking delicious, he wanted to lick the plate clean.

After dinner, the boy slipped back to his room to do his homework, but when the man took a shower, he wandered around on the second floor.

Men always treat him like a child, and sometimes they won't lock the bathroom door. At first, just passing by the boy in a hurry is enough for his heart to beat violently.

He heard the man singing and humming in the sound of the water, he was not satisfied at first, and for some reason, he wanted to break in and take a look.

The teenager attributed this mentality to revenge, yes, it was revenge, the man slept in the place where his mother should sleep, and he should not appear in this home.

"That's the one." The boy really liked that song, and when he heard that song, he would think of a man taking a bath.

The man thought for a while and nodded. He also liked that song. When he sang it, he was very happy.

It was getting dark, and the young man escorted him home, and the man's heart felt turbulent and rippling.Now he wants to keep the boy and let him spend the night. He doesn't know how to comfort and repay a big boy with blood. The only thing he wants is his body.

He also really wanted... he was not a young virgin, and he awakened the pleasure of knowing the taste of the marrow.But the young man didn't take the initiative to speak, he was too embarrassed to take the initiative, for fear that the young man would see that he was a person who had experienced a lot.

He has also taken so many videos, all kinds of poses... The only hope is that those things will not be seen by the teenager, and he will not let him know his slutty side.

But I was really thinking about it... The man sent the boy to the elevator, and when the elevator didn't come, they kissed and touched each other reluctantly.The elevator came, they parted, and the man went home and locked the door, missing him so much.

The young man rode his bicycle hard all the way home.The parking space in the yard is full, and my father is back.

He went upstairs humming a song, looked at the locked bedroom door, and knew that the old bastard had brought someone back again, not sure if it was a man or a woman this time.

All right, then don't blame me for taking pictures of you.The young man returned to his room and replied a WeChat message to the man, explaining that he would pick him up at nine o'clock earlier.

Then he thought about the man, obviously he had such a big desire, but he didn't dare to let the man know.I am afraid that men will be frightened, and I am afraid that men will misunderstand that I just want to play hooligans.

42.

The teenager's room was next to his father's bedroom. At a few o'clock in the morning, he heard someone talking in the corridor.

In addition to the old bastard, there is also a male voice.The voice sounded young.

Teenagers are used to it. My father has a good skin. Even in his 40s, he is still a particularly attractive type.If it weren't for this face, my mother wouldn't have been tricked into breaking off her parental relationship.

It was because he was handsome that the man had been fooled into waiting for him for so many years. The boy touched his nose. Fortunately, he looked like his mother. He didn't want himself to look too much like the old bastard.

Otherwise, he was afraid that men would hate him.

Thinking about it now, at the end of the relationship between the man and his father, the two of them had very little interaction.The old bastard didn't come home very often, and the boy once suspected that he still had a nest outside, with some kind of little lover.He only comes back for a few days every month, and the boy is the happiest when he doesn't go home.

He just hoped that there would only be himself and the man in this house, plus a nanny.When he first entered high school, the teenager deliberately didn't go home early after school, and his heart was wild. He felt that a high school student returning home on time was a kind of frustration and incompetence.

People in high school should be rebellious, confront their parents, start staying out at night like adults, and spend more time in society than at home.

That's the way to say it, and it's a person who is about to grow up, awesome.

But after being crazy for half a semester, he suddenly began to miss his childhood. When he was a child, when school was over, men would drive the family car and wait at the school gate.

I will also bring myself a snack, for fear that I will be hungry on the way home.As a result, I quarreled with a man in the second year of junior high school, saying that I had grown up and no longer needed to pick up and drop off. From then on, I rode my bicycle to and from school, rain or shine.

I can no longer see the side faces and hands of men driving.

Looking back now, I really wasted a lot of time.If the old bastard doesn't come back, he should rush into the room, undress, and sleep with the man.

Or pull him into his own room, he likes to sleep in a small corner, build him a nest with a quilt, and put him on the bed.

Now, the teenager glanced at the time on his phone, it was 02:30 in the morning.Most of the dewy lovers of the old jerk leave at this time, and rarely stay overnight, unless they are 48-line entertainers.

Those who are a little famous all leave early.It seems that the star is quite famous today.The boy also knew that his father had been looking for a man, trying to get him back.He guessed that the old bastard didn't want to redeem him out of sincerity, but suddenly lost a beautiful object by his side, he was gentle and good at cooking without complaining, the old bastard regretted it fucking.

He must have never expected that the man who had been with him all this time would leave so quickly and neatly, without even complaining or harsh words, he just pulled the suitcase and left.This way of walking away without delay, it seems to have dumped him. When you love, you really give, and when you don't love, you don't bother to push him.

I don't even want to look at you.

The boy opened WeChat again, and in the early hours of the morning, he sent the man I miss you.He closed his eyes, hid under the blanket and laughed, you don't know how to cherish it, and there will be no chance in the future.

Awesome, the boy felt that he had finally matured.

After waking up, the boy went to wash and brush his teeth.The house was very quiet, the old bastard was still asleep, and he couldn't get the pinhole monitor, so he just rode his bicycle straight to the man's house.

The man has already made breakfast for two, waiting for the boy.He woke up very early, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the wechat message sent by the young man in the early morning, which made him wonder how to reply.

It was too early, and he was afraid of disturbing the boy's sleep. Boys of this age sleep a lot, and they fall asleep when they fall asleep.

If he didn't reply, he was afraid that the young man would mistakenly think that he didn't want him.

He didn't reply until after eight o'clock. The boy asked if he could come over for breakfast, and he immediately agreed.

"Why don't you eat it?" The young man ate wildly, but found that the man drank a cup of soy milk without taking a bite of his staple food.

"Sing full and hungry, I can't eat." The man smiled and drank a glass of warm water to moisten his throat.Before singing, he often didn't eat, and could starve himself for hours for a good tone.

But the young man didn't agree with it very much. In his eyes, this was not a sacrifice for music at all, it was just fucking hungry.When he went downstairs, he took the man to the supermarket first, bought a bag of snacks, pulled the man with one hand, and carried a plastic bag with the other.

"It's outrageous to chatter on the street." The man said so, but he didn't let him go.He knew that there were people on the street watching it, so forget it, just watch it.

"This is me..." The young man was sweating against the sun, "I will hold you a few more times before you come back. I will not dare to hold your hand on the street from now on. You are surrounded by fans, managers and Where's the assistant?"

"Nonsense." The man squeezed his palm.I didn't think about it that much at all, and I didn't dare to think about it. I just wanted to sing and wanted to try again.

The vocal teacher teaches at home, and is quite famous as a singer.If the boy relies on his own ability, he will definitely not be able to climb up to this level of wrist.It's just that my mother was born in a powerful family, and this teacher happened to be my mother's college classmate.

Often seen in childhood.

After his mother passed away, he left his contact information to himself as a child, saying that if there was anything wrong with the school, he could contact him.

The teenager has never been in touch, and he never thought that the first time he contacted his mother's friend was for his boyfriend.

The location was a villa. The young man dared not hold hands when he arrived here, so he rang the doorbell obediently. After a while, a man walked from the house to the yard to open the gate. It was my mother's college classmate.

He hardly changed, and the boy recognized him immediately.

But the vocal teacher almost didn't dare to recognize the boy, he grew up too fast and was too tall, he was not a child at all.

"You look a lot like your mother." The vocal teacher's first words turned out to be this.

Standing in front of him, the boy felt weird, didn't know what to say, so he simply pulled the man over. "That...he, he came to class. I can't sing. I didn't follow my mother. I was born with tone deafness, and I lost tune when I sang."

The vocal music teacher looked at the men again and let them enter the yard.

At this time, several cars drove into the villa area and stopped at the gate of this building.A person got on and off one of the cars, like an assistant.

The vocal teacher glanced at them, hurriedly let them in, and slammed the door.

The man didn't dare to say anything. He knew that the boy had arranged for him a teacher, but he didn't expect it to be this one.

Before his debut, this one was an unshakable singing figure in the music world, and he belonged to a musical family.In front of such powerful professionals, the man dared not speak. He was afraid that his voice, which he hadn't used for a long time, would show timidity and expose his neglected singing voice for ten years.

"Who are those people?" The boy asked without hesitation, his mother's friends are his own friends, once you let me in the house, I will treat you as a buddy.

"Those who want to take a shortcut." The vocal music teacher frowned and led them upstairs, "If you don't have a good voice, don't take the road of being a singer, shame on you."

Hearing this, the man sweated even more, worried that he was talking about himself.

43.

There is a smell of tea upstairs.

The vocal music teacher led the way, the man followed behind, and the boy followed behind the man, jumping for joy like a child.I was finally able to help him with something, no longer just blindly causing trouble, making him sad and making him cry.

This kind of thinking gave the young man a sense of accomplishment. Now he has experienced the feeling of applauding a newcomer in the entertainment industry, which is probably the kind of... being able to use the resources in his hands to exchange a smile for the person he likes.

Fuck, that's the sense of accomplishment.

The stairs are long and not yet spiral, and the home is tastefully decorated.The young man stepped up the steps step by step, step by step, and the sense of accomplishment of an adult was gone. He returned to the cliché, showing his insides, a sloppy boy who only cared about staring at the man's butt.

The boy stared at it, his body warmed up naturally, this age is really bad, a little wind can make grass move.He hurriedly looked to the side and saw a Buddha statue on the second floor, so he looked at the Buddha vigorously, hoping that this god who didn't know what kind of god could wash his brains, and don't just set up a tent at every turn.

He looked at the Buddha, hoping that his six senses would be pure and pure, but when he saw the man's back and thought of his vivid white waist, he felt that it was better to be a layman.

"Sing here." The vocal music teacher stopped suddenly.

The man also stopped, but was surprised. "Here..." He glanced at the teacher, "Sing?"

"If your voice is not good, you don't need to take you into the soundproof room. Outdoor teaching is fine." The vocal music teacher stood by the railing of the stairs on the second floor. In front of him was the suspended ceiling living room of the entire building and the two-story floor-to-ceiling windows.

The man bowed his head uneasily. He knew that many music instructors were very tempered. Don't be amiable when watching the show, they are not easy to get in touch with in private.

Some have to clear the scene when they open their voices, and some have to drink water at a fixed temperature. They are talented and have eccentricities.

"Why are you singing here?" The boy's attention finally let go of the man's ass.He poked his head out to ask, for fear that the teacher was going to embarrass the man.

"Sing, a cappella." But the vocal music teacher still asked, his fingers moved, as if fiddled with the air, to listen to the most original voice conditions, "try to sing."

Just sing like this?This non-sound-proof environment is too much a test for the voice.But the man breathed a sigh of relief. Ten years later, he finally started singing again in front of outsiders.

But he didn't sing his famous song, because that song was very difficult, and it wasn't the best choice for him now.As soon as he opened his mouth, he noticed that the vocal music teacher frowned, even though it was just that, he still noticed it.

Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, two cars were still parked outside the courtyard, and the assistant was still standing at the door ringing the bell, obviously sending his artist to ask for advice with a smile on his face.With such a large glass window, the people in the room can be seen from the outside. Looking at the calm expression of the vocal music teacher, the young man just wanted to laugh.

If you really have a temper, you won't open the door if you say you can't open it, leaving people waiting outside.If it weren't for the classmate relationship between him and his mother, he probably wouldn't be able to invite this great Buddha with his own head.

After the man sang the last line, he lowered his head and waited for the judge. At this moment, he looked like a student who had never sung.But the young man didn't care about that set, and clapped his hands clacking, making the man's face flush, and he was obviously nervous about singing.

"It sounds good." The young man really thought it sounded good, and he was fascinated by it. He wished he could make money and hold concerts for men in the future.

But the man just wanted to grab his hand and tell him to stop applauding. It sounds to the insider's ears that he really couldn't do it just now.

Perhaps the boy's eyes were too direct and fiery, and the vocal music teacher saw something meaningful in these eyes. "Singing is very average." He regarded the man as someone who wanted to pursue the star dream, "The voice is too tight."

The man nodded and whispered yes.The human voice is like a car engine. It is not afraid to use it, but it is most afraid to let it go. Even the best voice will be ruined if it is not maintained or used.

"But your basic skills are very solid, and there is a lot of room for improvement." The vocal music teacher said, he learned temperament since he was a child, and knew that a good voice is too difficult to find, "Please come in."

Men are flattered.

"Sing with a moist voice, the voice is too tight." The vocal music teacher only let the man into the soundproof room, not the boy.The boy wanted to go in, especially to follow in, not only because he wanted to hear a man sing, but also because... the vocal teacher was of the same sex.

A handsome homosexual who is more capable, calm, and stable than himself, and can sing.

In the eyes of teenagers, this kind of homosexual is really a perfect rival in love.

He would also correct the man's pronunciation and observe the man's mouth shape when he sang... The moment the door closed, the boy felt that he had dug a hole for himself and introduced a man of the same sex who was superior to him in every aspect to him. man.

Damn, careless.

The boy put his ear to the door, trying to hear what they were saying inside.The sound insulation effect of the door is also very good, only the man's light singing can be heard.

The boy looked down again, and his sportswear and sneakers instantly dimmed.I wish I could grow older in one day, and add all the characteristics of successful people to myself.

With nothing to do, he had to stroll in the corridor on the second floor.There is an entire wall in the hallway for photos, many of which are photos of celebrities, as well as family photos.

Walking to a photo frame, the boy stopped, his frizz gradually weakened, and the frequency of eyelid blinking also slowed down a lot.

He saw his mother.

But after only one glance, he turned his back awkwardly and wiped his sweat vigorously.The end of the eyes tightened unwillingly, and the belly of the finger was about to be pierced into the palm of the hand.

He has hatred, and hatred has accompanied his entire growth path. He hates so much that he doesn't even want to see her picture, even just a glance.The young man felt that he became very weak all of a sudden, even the sound of his breathing became quieter, and he walked aggressively to the side of the fence on the second floor, looking at the scenery outside the window, to distract himself.

I don't want my own person, and I don't want her.

Outside the courtyard, the two cars were still there, but the assistant was no longer the only one outside the door, there were several more.One of them stands out.The young man recognized him at a glance. This person must be an entertainer, because there is a difference between entertainers and ordinary people. They have good bones. Disaster.

Well, it's really pretty. Looking at the artist, the boy guessed that he should be not much older than himself.But no matter how good-looking it is, it is not as beautiful as the one singing in the house. In the year when the man was brilliant, these little artists didn't know where to play with mud.

42.

The man pinched his fingertips and finished singing the last word.My throat is still dry. Since I entered this room, I have already moistened it with water several times, but it is still dry.

He sings, and he knows this situation best, but he is still nervous.

"Your voice is too tight." The vocal music teacher pointed out his shortcoming unceremoniously, "Why are you so nervous."

The man took another sip of water, but he didn't even know it.

"You give me the feeling that you are very afraid of singing." The vocal teacher said again.

"I'm not." The man immediately explained that he can be misunderstood by others, but this is not the case. "I like to sing."

"Then what are you afraid of?" The vocal music teacher's ear is too shrewd, not only to listen to the voice, but also to accurately grasp the emotions of a singer, "I can't tell that you like it, I can only hear that your voice is receding."

The man stood at the singing position, with a standing desk lamp beside him.Under the desk lamp, his white clothes were so thin that they seemed to be translucent, unable to cover his body.

In fact, he couldn't hide his secret.

His secrets of nearly ten years, the facts that he dare not reveal again.I kept saying that I like singing, but because of one person, I gave up this stage and was raised for ten years.

"The voice is very good." The vocal teacher affirmed this point. The remarkable timbre is rare, and this is one of them. "I'm not exaggerating to say that your voice is better than 90.00% of the current singers."

The man stood beside him thinly, facing only one mentor, he was about to shrink back.

"The remaining [-] percent, you can't pass because your voice hasn't been opened for a long time." The vocal teacher said, "The person who can become a real singer must have the word talent. Because the voice It's all about talent. If you don't have this talent, don't insist on it. You can't do it after decades of practice. It's not as good as a teenager's choir. You have talent, but you don't cherish it."

The man still keeps his head down, he will be criticized as he was when he was a child, and he will be criticized now.

"What's your name?" The vocal teacher asked standing in front of him.

The man looked at him puzzled, could it be... could it be that his voice was recognized?

"Your voice sounds familiar to me." But the vocal music teacher still recognized him. The rookie of that year disappeared in a flash, and his voice couldn't be fooled.

The man raised his head, his black eyes trembling under the eyelashes.He thought he could handle it, but he still overestimated his ability, and was defeated by a question before he even got on stage.

"What's your name?" The vocal teacher was really looking at him, with a clean face, but he couldn't see through the color of this person's body.

"My name is, my name is..." The man twitched his bangs twice, the thing he was willing to do back then, and now he has to accept such a punishment.He stabilized his tone, raised his head but lowered his eyes, and said his name.

Of all the words I sang just now, only the words of my own name were uttered most calmly.

The vocal teacher remained silent, as if savoring the name. "It really is you."

The man closed his eyes, and he was really heard.

"From the time you entered this room, your voice is the most relaxed when you say your name, which is your truest level." The voice teacher's tone was slightly better at this time.

Yeah?I was so nervous just now?The man breathed a sigh of relief, at least he could regain the feeling of relaxation.

"What's the relationship between you and the boy who brought you here?" But a question from the vocal music teacher pierced the man's throat like an arrow.

The man was like a bird that had been shot through, in a word, nailed to death in place.He didn't expect that this vocal music teacher had sharp eyes besides sharp ears.

He has acted before, and many film critics have said that his acting skills are good. Although he can't compare with the old drama, his eyes are in place in the drama.If he could still use one-tenth of his acting skills, he would be able to solve the current problem, but this arrow hit the bull's-eye and killed him.

A man in his 30s turned into the appearance of being caught by a high school teacher and having a puppy love. He even forgot to blink his eyes, and there were tiny beads of sweat on his eyelids.

"I guessed right, didn't I?" said the voice teacher.

The man didn't nod or shake his head. Under the sun, he turned into a pile of snow, a snowman, and turned into a puddle of hot water after drying, leaving no trace.

"What have you been doing all these years?" The vocal music teacher asked again, he had heard of a man's name, and when it was time to shine, this man disappeared all of a sudden.

The man turned against the light, wanted to explain, and told the truth clumsily as the boy taught him. "I'm in a relationship."

"Falling in love?" The vocal teacher smiled, obviously not believing it, "If you fail in love, you want to return to this circle to continue to make money? Want fame? Want money? For an artist like you, to tell you the truth, I can get ten A few phone calls, all wanting to sing."

"No, it's not." The man shook his head, "I..." He once thought it was silly to say this, "Singing is my dream..."

"Dream? Everyone who wants to be on stage has a dream. Why should it be you?" the vocal music teacher asked, like a strict teacher, but also like hitting him, "If this is your dream, you should hurry up and don't let it go. You Did you know the background of that boy's family, so you deliberately climbed up to him? Because his father is a great director, or because of his grandpa and grandma, is it..."

No, no, the man can only shake his head, and he can't explain any more.If the vocal music teacher knows that he and the boy's father are having a good time, and that he and the boy are now ambiguous, then the explanation is really unclear.Not to mention outsiders, even I feel that all the opportunities are too coincidental.

"Don't use him." The vocal teacher circled around the man, "He likes you very much, I can tell."

"See... come out?" the man muttered to himself.

"When he likes someone, his eyes are exactly the same as his mother's." The vocal teacher said again, "His mother is crazy about falling in love, and he is too. His mother is not nice to others, so don't let him go the same way. He He is still young and has never been in contact with society, so don't play with him with the heart of a social person."

The man stood there in a daze.

Outside the soundproof room, the boy was still looking at the people in the yard. An assistant, a manager, and an artist stood at the door together, waiting for the door to open without complaint.

After a while, the door of the soundproof room opened, and the man came out, looking like he was out of his mind.

"What's the matter?" The boy went over to hold his hand, "Is the teacher too strict?"

The man shook his head and smiled reluctantly. "fine."

"It's fine... let's go to the movies?" The young man knew that the vocal music teacher was very busy, and he always spared time to come to class, so he also wanted to leave quickly, fearing that men would find mature men more attractive.He went to thank him first, made an appointment for the next time, and then took the man downstairs and went out through the main entrance.

The moment he was side-by-side with those three people, he could clearly see the complex expressions of those three people.It's true that the vocal music teacher is playing a big game, not opening the door for them, but closing the door for men. Thinking about it, the teenager thinks it's awesome.

The man walked with his head down. He had no confidence in front of the young artist at the door.

The young entertainer didn't look at the man because he didn't know him at all.But the manager has work experience, so he looked at the back of the person who left for a long time.

"What's wrong?" the artist asked, "Who is he?"

"Ah? Oh, it's okay." The manager shook his head, "Maybe I'm wrong."

43.

Coming out of the vocal music teacher's house, the boy took a special look at the real estate in this area. They were all very Chinese-style buildings, and there were no western-style large houses.

Even the garden is designed as a small garden, which is much better than the design of the local tyrants in their own garden.He purposely took two more glances, hoping that these two glances could improve his artistic quality, so that he wouldn't be too far behind that vocal teacher...

My grandma and grandfather are both very well-known actors who have acted in plays all their lives. Up to now, the movies they star in are still the same textbooks as the textbooks of acting colleges.My jerk father is a great director, no matter how jerk he is, he must also understand this art.My mother learned to sing, dance and play the piano. She was a good girl who participated in singing competitions and won awards since she was a child.

Even one of her seniors, a few years older, is from a vocal family and can be a teacher for men.

What about yourself?

I am nothing.The young man held the man's hand, and really didn't understand why the artistic cells of his own family disappeared when they got mixed up with his own gene generation.

It was broken cleanly, as if the gods poured too much artistic bonus on the previous generations, and suddenly realized, damn it, too much, take it back and take it back.

I was learning to paint, but I couldn't learn it. After painting for a few days, the painting teacher said that I was too noisy and disturbed my classmates.Followed the trend to learn piano, within a few days, the piano broke down.

Not to mention singing, the pentameter is incomplete, as long as you can sing a tune, it's fine.It's terrible that there is not a single artistic cell in the whole body.

"Are you tired?" He turned around and saw that the man's expression was not good. He was afraid that he was scolded by the vocal music teacher.

It's great to be able to sing, and the boy doesn't like the vocal teacher very much, because he doesn't open the door for himself, and shuts himself out when he guides men to sing.

The man shook hands with him, his tired face suddenly smiled. "I'm not tired, I'm hungry. Take me to dinner."

"Hungry?" The young man was a little stunned. He didn't expect a man to say such a thing. He used to say it by himself. I'll take you to dinner, I'll take you to the movies, I'll take you out... He glanced at The man's smile caused a panic in his heart.

"Okay, okay! What do you want to eat?" The young man fiddled with his hair randomly, trying to get a hairstyle that would not be blown by the wind, "I'll take you there, I have money."

"You can eat anything." The man stood on the side of the road, one of them was on the curb, the other was under the curb, and they were about the same height when they talked, "Just take me away, take me on a date. Eat, watch Movies, anything."

"Let's go!" The boy rubbed his hands happily. His hands were cold. He didn't know why the man's hands were so cold, as if he was very scared.It must be that the vocal music teacher was too strict and said that his singing was not good.

Thinking of this, he made another note of the vocal music teacher's shortcomings.

He took the man to take a taxi, and in the car, he couldn't help holding on to the man's hand.This is a date proposed by the man, which makes him excited, as if his identity has been recognized, as if he can finally be relied on by him.

He was so happy, his eyes were full of smiles, and he kept giggling while sitting in the back of the taxi, but he was afraid that the smile would be too much, and he would look uncool and unsteady, so he quickly covered it with his hands and covered his chin.

But the moment he took his hand off, the corners of his mouth still turned up, and the young man pressed it down desperately, causing his expression to be distorted at this moment, making him smile or not.

At this moment, the taxi driver coughed dryly for some unknown reason, probably because he noticed that the two men behind him were holding hands, his eyes passed the rearview mirror, and he stared at them firmly.

The boy immediately retracted his hand, like a thief.He is not afraid of these things, and others will see him as he likes, but he has to think about men.

The man is thin-skinned, not as shameless as himself... The young man put his loose hand on his thigh, looked out the window, and thought about whether to take the man to eat Japanese food or Thai food at night.

Wait... The boy suddenly realized that he didn't even know what a man's favorite food was.

I knew that he had a light diet and didn't like heavy food.

"What do you like to eat?" He asked if he didn't know, and the boy hurriedly asked.

"It's fine, just don't be too spicy." The man said with a smile, this smile was different from his previous ones, as if he was relieved.