canine boyfriend

Although the man said so, the boy was unwilling in his heart. "Listen to a fart, don't let him listen." Of course he didn't want to. In the past, the man sang to him at home, and the old bastard sat and listened with a cigar between his hands. As he listened, the man fell into his arms.Later, he got tired of listening, so he stopped listening, left a lark at home, and ran out to listen to shit.

The innate jealousy and vanity of male animals are at work at the same time. He is jealous of the old man who has heard men sing so much and has a sense of vanity. Now this voice sings for himself.

"Hey, let me ask again, what are you singing today?" The boy squatted next to the man and opened the suitcase. He took out all the clothes and shoes, and there was a flat cardboard box to protect the handmade gold silk birdcage mask. good.

The man drank water to moisten his throat, and saw the makeup artist coming.He shook his head: "Don't say it, the artist wants to play big now, so don't tell the assistant."

The boy frowned and raised his face, grabbing the man's ankle, as if he wanted to change his shoes.In fact, the palms are encircling there, with a smirk on his face. "Okay, I know I'm playing a big game, remember to give me a raise."

The man's eyes pretended to be closed, and his slender eyelashes hung on the lower eyelids, waiting for his own makeup.

About half an hour later, the make-up artist arrived at the man's place. The teenager had just brought back the ironed shirt and trousers, stuffed a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, and sat on the chair next to him, indulging in the man's makeup process.

The makeup artist is very good at making use of strengths and avoiding weaknesses, using highlighter cream and shadow cream to adjust the depression and balance of the artist's face, deliberately did not correct the eyebrow shape, but brought out the coolness of the eyebrows with a few random strokes, and then drew the inner eyeliner to add charm, and finally I chose a scarlet lipstick and didn't paint my lips all over.The more the teenager looked at the side, the more he couldn't sit still. Maybe he got used to watching at home. From the age of 8 to the age of 18, he also made a mistake, that is, he often forgot how good-looking this person is.

Once the makeup is applied, the upper half of the face is cold, while the lower half is gorgeous. Male hormones and beauty absolutely collide, and are perfectly neutralized by the slightly clumsy eyes.

In the end, the makeup was set with powder, and even the makeup artist could tell that this face was definitely not the most delicate, youngest, and most beautiful among the contestants, but it was definitely the most unforgettable.

The loose powder is very fine, the man held his breath and waited with his eyes closed.He remembered the first time he put on makeup when he first entered the industry. He was ignorant and took a deep breath during the makeup setting process. As a result, the loose powder was inhaled into his nose, and he coughed for a long time.When the makeup artist reminded him that he could open his eyes, he opened them slowly, as if saying hello to himself ten years ago.

But the look has changed.

The next step was to change clothes. The man entered the dressing room with the clothes he was about to stage today, as if he was wearing a string of tails.The young bodyguard followed him, and at the same time peeped at him, staring intently at the man's red lips.

As soon as the door of the dressing room opened, his eyes moved away from the red lips, and stared at the man's chest and waist.

"The neckline is so low?" The boy seemed to be trapped in some white and pink soft fantasy, not daring to breathe hard for fear of smelling the perfume sprayed by the makeup artist on the man.A faint fragrance, like white tea, made him want to hold the man's face in his hands and taste the lipstick.

"I don't bend over, it's fine." The man tidied himself up, the shirt was loose, and the left and right pieces were pressed on the chest, forming a V shape that wanted to be concealed. And the light blue veins on the ankle bone, black leather shoes with red soles hidden, he shyly fiddled with the hairstyle he just made, "How is it, does it look good?"

"You're pretty, I never said you're not good-looking." The young man's gaze was almost lost, so he could only force himself to hide it, otherwise anyone would be able to see that this assistant was not professional. When he looked at his artist, All he could think about was to suppress him and do something.

It was still early before the opening of the recording and broadcasting hall, and it was still being debugged inside. The boy waited with the man, and at the same time watched today's opponents one by one.Each family showed their housekeeping skills, whether it was clothing or make-up, all of them were meticulous and meticulous. Not to mention their singing skills, today is definitely a visual feast.

"Brother, you are amazing." The little yellow hair came out of nowhere, with a head of golden hair, wearing a tuxedo that is serious about singing opera, and painted a light smoky makeup, " Let's take a photo, do you have Weibo?"

"I'm sorry, artist..." The young man was checking the mask. He originally wanted to refuse, but the man glanced at him and changed his words again, "Don't take too many pictures, the artist is resting."

"I know, I know." Xiao Huangmao hugged the side falsely, "Brother, I'm here to chat with you, cough... The big boss's little lover also wears a white shirt, did you two bump into each other?" gone?"

The man kept his eyes closed, didn't pay attention to these things, and only looked around after hearing this.Sure enough, the little artist who blocked my conversation last time was also wearing a white shirt and black pants, dressed up...she really has the temperament of her youth.

"Maybe it was by chance." The man glanced at Xiao Huangmao's costume again, "Where's your mask?"

"This." Xiao Huangmao picked up a Tsing Yi mask from the dressing table, "Actually, my family learned to sing. Brother, what about yours? Brother assistant, can you show me the one in your hand?"

Reluctantly, the young man handed over the golden birdcage mask that had been inspected, brother and sister, if he were your brother, I would be you... The young man froze for a moment.

Damn, my identity turned out to be my sister-in-law.

After chatting for a while, the assistant director of the program group came over with the script and notified the staff to come in and out.Everyone walked in in a hurry, and when they passed by the office, the man just had a face-to-face meeting with the person who came out of it.

"Congratulations, I'm back in this circle again." The boy's father was still holding a cigar. As an invisible investor, he could not use it at all, but he didn't know what kind of psychology prompted him not only to come, but also to pay attention to the man's every move.

The man turned around immediately and touched the boy's shoulder.The boy's clenched fists suddenly loosened, and the restlessness in his eyes began to turn into a pretended calmness.

"Let's go." The man turned back and passed the boy's father, without saying a word, expressing his attitude with neglect.

When the group of people walked over, the cigar in the boy's father's hand was severely snapped off. No matter how unwilling to admit it, he had to admit the sour feeling at this moment.He knew that man better than anyone, and that man knew himself as well.He knows that what he pursues all his life is a high sense of presence and surrender, and he can also express his disdain by ignoring it.

The boy's anger hasn't subsided yet, he can't do it, he can't be calm like a mature person, if the man didn't turn around urgently to push him back, he might have already greeted the old bastard's face with his fist.But in front of the program group, he still has to maintain his demeanor and accompany the man to the seat that has already been set.

Sitting like this, he finally understood Xiao Huangmao's intention to gossip just now. That little artist's ranking is very dominant. In the middle area, after he came on stage, he represented this type of contestant. It's the man's turn. Sometimes, it will inevitably appear that the types are repeated and there is visual fatigue.

Suddenly, there was a burst of applause near the B door of the recording and broadcasting hall. The young man heard the sound and looked at it, and directly pinched the man's knee. "It's him!"

The man looked over after being pinched like this, only to see 5 mysterious mentors surrounded by him, one of them was the vocal music teacher the boy had helped him find, and a college classmate of the boy's mother.

"How could it be him?" The young man was faintly worried, remembering how harsh he was to a man last time.

The man was also a little worried, but what he was worried about was the vocal music teacher's prejudice against him, mistakenly thinking that he wanted to step on the boy and his family background as a stepping stone to climb up. "It's okay, I believe the game is fair."

The boy nodded slowly, hoping that the vocal teacher would give the man a higher score for his mother's sake.

After more than an hour, the recording and broadcasting finally started.It was the first time for a young man to accompany a man on a show, only to realize that the job required physical strength and endurance, and it took seven or eight hours to complete it.Just the applause scene at the beginning of a show was repeated many times, the big crane started to work, the auditorium was warmed up, and each camera position was also divided.First, the set of standard procedures and then the introduction of the mysterious mentor, each of them is a person with a head and a face. There are buttons in front of the seats of the 1 instructors. Only when the number of lights is more than 5 can the game continue and the mask be removed.

3 lights on the line, very easy.The boy rubbed the sweat from his hands and watched the first contestant take the stage.

The show began to proceed in an orderly manner. The first person was obviously nervous, but no matter how nervous he was, his singing voice was considered beautiful to the teenager, but after a few minutes, only one light was on.

"That's... eliminated?" The boy asked the man next to him. After preparing for so long, from rehearsal to make-up, waiting, and preparing props, it turned out that the previous efforts were wasted because he was a little nervous about singing?

"Yeah." But in the eyes of men, this kind of thing is very common. The entertainment industry is also a world where the weak can prey on the strong, and there are always people who are silently gloomy.

The performance of the next few groups of contestants was remarkable. A group of men's groups were eliminated, and a mentor directly went crazy, criticizing what kind of thing they sang, and a group of female groups advanced.Although Xiao Huangmao's stage makeup has an unusual personality, his strength is good, and he has been promoted steadily. It wasn't until the little artist came on stage that the boy's already tired ears pricked up.

The appearance is very good, and the singing is... very average. The audience below must have his fans, and they have been shaking the lights.But he also advanced, the boy deliberately stood up to take a look, the vocal teacher didn't turn on the light for him.

In this way, one after another contestants came to the stage, some shed tears of regret, some took off their masks to show moving smiles, all of them were promoted with 3 lights, and the 4 lights passed and the full lights passed yet to appear.Three hours passed, and finally, finally, the last one.

Not to mention the mentor, even the teenager is tired.But the moment the man took the stage, he stood up and walked to the last row of the recording hall, not daring to get too close to the stage.The closer you get, the more tense you get, which is stronger than the oppression of any exam, forcing the boy to retreat.

Finally it was his turn to go on stage, the man picked up the microphone prepared by the program crew, and put on the headset.Before going on stage, the makeup artist performed a touch-up on him, and then helped him put on the mask. Now he is standing in a standard position on the stage, but he can't see the faces below clearly.

His own face was also blurred, as if hiding in a birdcage.

The light, the light he had missed for a long time, warmed his face.Messy yet orderly gold lingered on his face, only one red lip was exposed, and the short prelude to the song was like a sad wind blowing past. What he showed was the sense of age and maturity just like the song.

"Hello, judges, what I'm going to bring next is Teacher Luo Dayou's song, Your Appearance."

The young man watched and listened from a distance. He had never heard this song, just like he had never heard Jacky Cheung.But as soon as the man opened his mouth, he could hear every word clearly, even from such a distance, he could hear the full and clear pronunciation.

"I heard someone's voice, like the sobbing river in the dream. I saw someone's footsteps in the distance, covering the sad eyes when they said goodbye. What I don't understand is why you are willing to let the wind and dust portray you It's like the world that has long since forgotten its love once had your name and my voice..."

The man couldn't see everything, the lights on the stage temporarily took away his vision, his voice flowed slowly, more gentle and fragile than the original song.His voice is naturally warm, but he can sing his own generosity in the treble area. Compared with the sharp and flat treble processing, once his high pitch is pushed out, it is an atmosphere beyond the limitations of his body.

Even though his face was still hidden, it was ready to come out, like a bird raising its arms, flapping its wings against the golden cage.

"The unchanging you, standing in the vast world, the clever child, holding a fragile lantern. The unrestrained you, turning your thoughts into the world, lonely child, you are the grace of creation..." The voice fell In the area he is best at handling, he even sang an epic sense, as if there is really a child in front of him, withdrawn, stubborn, hiding, breaking out, independent, injured, and growing up.

No, it's not as if, it's that there is such a child growing up in front of me, and I have witnessed him being isolated by the world, and also witnessing his heartbreak.This song, the first song after his comeback, he wants to sing to him, no one will know their secret, he has a boy like that.

Huh, the young man took a deep breath, turned his back, and heard the soft masculine voice unique to men.He has never heard this song, but he can understand it, and he believes that this song is sung for himself.Gradually, the boy raised his hand and pressed his eye sockets. The heel of his palm immediately became wet and hot, making him dare not turn his head.

For the first time, 4 lights were lit on the instructor's seat at the same time, and the first 4-light contestant was released.On the stage, the singing didn't stop, and a golden singer took off his mask.