The Boyfriend Return Policy

One day, on a whim, Zhou Jixing asked Yao He why he fell in love with Ye Zhibi.

It stands to reason that the two of them are about the same age, and they would never have a complex like "I grew up watching your drama", but anyone with a discerning eye can see that with Yao He's current admiration for Ye Zhibi, no, it should be It's the degree of respect. Maybe Ye Zhibi asked him to dig out a kidney and feed it to the dog, and he would do it right away.

The torrential rain washed over the entire city, the lightning tore the dark clouds, and the freshly fallen rain rushed in the alleys, Yao He heard the sound of the dripping rain, and suddenly laughed: "Because...he is too gentle. "

Zhou Jixing's expression at that time was like this: "..."

Zhou Jixing thinks that Yao He either has a brain problem, or he has a hundred and eight layers of lover filters for Ye Zhibi.

Zhou Jixing felt that he was not a gentle person, but in front of Ye Zhibi, he was like a big witch. He had never seen such a bad tempered person in his life, as if he was drinking fake wine every day.

Looking at his expression, Yao He knew that it was normal for Zhou Jixing to disbelieve. Ye Zhibi had been on the set for a few months, and few people dared to look directly at him, let alone communicate normally.

But Yao He knew that what he said was true. The first time he met Ye Zhibi was 16 years ago. Ye Zhibi was a big hit when he debuted. In the true sense of the word, the number of fans continues to rise at an alarming rate every day. Everywhere there are advertising posters, you can see his face.

At that time, Ye Zhibi was only 19 years old, and it was the time when boys were at their most active. When they became popular, they would not pretend to be aloof and mysterious, and often changed their clothes and walked on the street.

Yao He met him at that time.

On that day, it was also raining heavily, and passers-by fled. Yao He hid under the eaves with his guitar in his arms. In no time, the entire square was cleared up.

Forget it.

Anyway, I can't leave for the time being.

Yao He stood under the eaves, playing and singing by himself, and he sang "Day Hei Hei".

"When I was a child, when I was noisy and willful

My grandmother always sings to coax me

On a summer afternoon, my grandma's song comforts me

That song looks like this

It's dark, it's about to rain, it's dark, it's dark..."

He closed his eyes and listened to a few lines of Hokkien mixed in the heavy rain. Maybe the scene was just right, which gave the song a little more feeling, and he was intoxicated. When the last tune was over, Yao He opened his eyes and was startled. .

Someone crouched in front of him.

In the pitch-black sky, suddenly someone squatted into a lump, Yao He was so frightened that his heart slowed down.

The other party didn't have the slightest sense of scaring people. He didn't hold an umbrella, and he was already drenched in the rainstorm. When he raised his head, Yao He saw his eyes.

Four eyes facing each other.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning split the sky magnificently, and the falling light reflected the brilliance in the young man's eyes. His bangs were wet against his smooth forehead, and the rain fell drop by drop along the tail of his hair. One of them hit the tip of his nose.

His brows and eyes are curved, and he has a nice and wild smile.

Yao He was speechless for a long time.

"It sounds good." The boy stood up, patted the water that was not clean at all, "I'll write lyrics for you if I have a chance."

Come freely, walk freely, Yao He looked at the person who appeared suddenly, walked leisurely into the rain curtain, he hummed those few words in Hokkien: "The sky is dark, the rain is about to fall, the sky is dark, black... "

……

"Yaohe! Yaohe!" Roommate Wang Qing ran over holding an umbrella. He rushed into the eaves, and the water from the umbrella fell on the clean land protected by the eaves. He patted the water on his arms. Yao He remembered that person just now.

That person looks better than Wang Qing.

Wang Qing finally managed to wipe off the water on his body. He put his hips on his hips and panted to see the torrential rain that showed no sign of stopping: "Why don't you just take a taxi in such a heavy rain?"

Yao He bent over, collecting his guitar: "No money."

Wang Qing: "..."

"Forget it, let's go, let's go, there will be no buses any later."

Wang Qing urged Yao He and threw the umbrella he had brought to him. Yao He walked out with the umbrella in his hands, only then did he realize how heavy the rain was, and the umbrella stand was bent.

Under this kind of rain, how can there be people who have nothing and run around leisurely.

Finally arrived at the bus stop, Wang Qing put away her umbrella, tidied her hairstyle, and had nothing to do, Wang Qing said casually: "That's awesome, yesterday it was the poster of Big H, today it was replaced by him, now it's him everywhere ah."

Yao He doesn't have much interest in celebrities: "Really?"

Wang Qing crossed his arms, observed the poster with several of them, and clearly magnified Ye Zhibi's facial features: "It must be PS, no one looks like this, it's too heaven-defying, but he is Mixed blood, right? Look, it’s okay to stay here anyway, just take a look!"

Yao He opened his mouth, but turned his head back, and was stunned when he turned his head.

A huge poster was propped up in front of them, and the light tube of the billboard was much clearer and brighter than lightning: "He, is he?"

Wang Qing: "Ye Zhibi! He has become popular recently, and his fans are all in the class."

"Wang Qing."

"Ah?" Wang Qing looked sideways, only to feel something was wrong. Yao He, who has always been able to do anything and is not important, stood in front of the huge poster, staring intently at the famous star on the poster. As if to see a hole in that person's face, "No, what's wrong with you..."

"I want to say, just said that this person is going to write lyrics for me, do you believe it?"

Wang Qing was dumbfounded: "Ah??"

However, it doesn't matter whether Wang Qing believes it or not, because Ye Zhibi didn't come to look for him. Also, he didn't even ask his name, and not everyone can be like him, and people will recognize him wherever he goes.

Yao He didn't say anything, but Wang Qing often said that Yao He missed a great opportunity: "If he wants to leave, you let him go like that? Anyway, leave a call for him, brother, you know how awesome he is What? I heard that he showed his face in a young singer's MV, and the album sold out in less than three seconds!"

Yao He took it calmly. Although he didn't say anything, he slowly began to pay attention to Ye Zhibi from then on.

He listened to Ye Zhibi's songs and watched all the TV series and movies he acted in. Some people are born to be the protagonists. During this process, Yao He understood how his fans fell in love with him.

That kind of attraction, like falling into an abyss, silently drowns you.

……

Yao He saw Ye Zhibi again at the scene of Song of Tomorrow, and he came with his friends just like the traditional story. Unfortunately, Wang Qing didn't even pass the audition, and Yao He didn't know whether it was luck or what, all the way to sixteen powerful.

Because Wang Qing was not around, and Yao He was not an extrovert, he often practiced alone in the training room until the early hours of the morning. When he returned, everyone else was asleep. Except for a few people who looked at him openly and secretly, the rest was relatively peaceful. The days are living like this, just waiting for the day when he "regrets to leave the stage".

It's just that he didn't expect to see Ye Zhibi here.

Ye Zhibi was already 22 years old at that time.

He's here as a special guest.

The first time Yao He saw him after he took the stage, he froze.

The host made fun of him: "Yao He is rarely in a daze on stage, is he also a fan of Teacher Ye?"

Yao He was clutching the microphone, his palm was dripping with sweat, lingering between the palm and the microphone, and it seemed to be lingering even more.

He was silent for a moment, raised his head, and looked at Ye Zhibi who was sitting on the tutor's seat.

The 22-year-old Ye Zhibi is more mature than that rainy night that no one knew, but his smile is still beautiful and gentle.

The difference is that he already knows his name, and his works are endlessly looped in his player. Those changing characters, those familiar and profound lyrics, unknowingly, come out in dark corners. flowers.

Yao He heard his own violent heartbeat, which was so strong that no song could be written, and his voice was almost hoarse: "Yes."

Host: "Then let Mrs. Ye listen to the singing of the fans! Now I invite Yao He, the piece he plays is——"

"Dark Sky!"

Suddenly, a voice urgently cut off the host's remaining words.

The host was stunned for a moment, really stunned, he looked at Yao He uncertainly, this was different from the song that was originally reported, Yao He was holding the microphone, his fingernails turned white, he seemed to be unable to hold it with one hand As if in a hold, he insisted on holding the microphone firmly with both hands.

His eyes were firmer than ever before.

Like a big-money gambler.

The audience didn't know the reason, they just applauded and screamed, and many people shouted Ye Zhibi's name with private goods.

Ye Zhibi put one hand on the armrest, smiled lazily, and tapped the armrest casually with his fingertips.

The stage was surrounded by white smoke rising from the dry ice, and the soft lights sprinkled the back of the man playing the guitar, outlining his thin and powerful shoulder blades. He lowered his head slightly, and his voice was clear: "

When I was a child, when I was noisy and willful

My grandmother always sings to coax me

On a summer afternoon, my grandma's song comforts me

That song looks like this

......"

Yao He raised his head and looked directly at Ye Zhibi, who propped his chin with one hand and said "I'm listening carefully".

He looked into his eyes and raised his voice: "It's dark, it's about to rain, it's dark, it's dark..."

……

On that day, Yao He took the eighth place and was almost eliminated. He was able to stay because of luck, and this luck seemed to consume something else.

The instructor was very dissatisfied with him in private. He didn’t understand why Yao He suddenly changed the repertoire he had prepared: “Why? You can take the first place, do you know! Do you know how bad your impression is on other mentors?"

Yao He stood there, unable to type a few words with a stick.

The instructor shook his head, sighed, and didn't bother to talk about him.

Yao He was the only one in the empty corridor, Yao He smiled, it didn't matter, Ye Zhibi smiled at him when he finished, probably he thought of him, right?

That rainy night seemed to be a secret between two people, special and mysterious. Yao He covered his paws and showed a rather shy smile.

He goes to him.

As Ye Zhibi said, he was already late, and now it was his turn to find him.

Yao He told himself so.

In the few steps in the corridor, Yao He walked out of the elementary school student's sense of joy after school, shy and tensed into a ball, Yao He didn't have the nerve to untie it, and only dared to stuff it in his heart secretly.

"What are you here for?" Jing Wen stood by the door with folded arms, seeing Yao He coming, wrinkled his whole face in displeasure, and showed Yao He his dislike without any concealment.

Jing Wen was also a contestant. He and Zhang Haibin had disliked Yao He from the very beginning, despising Yao He's stink and poverty.

"Ah." Jing Wen suddenly thought of something, and his wrinkled face stretched out, replaced by a face that looked at people's jokes, "You are here to find Teacher Ye, right? Oh, why are all 1th line singers coming to see Ye? Teacher, please, No.[-] is our beach, of course the teacher is communicating with our beach in private!"

Jing Wen poked Yao He's heart with his fingers, and the man's strength made his bones ache.

He poked down again and again, and pushed Yao He back a few steps: "Don't even think about it! Why don't you just rely on your mentor to like you? Do something crooked!"

This is not the first time Yao He has heard such irony. He has always been very good at ignoring these words, but today, every word is like that finger, poking heavily at the painful place, accurate and unmistakable. No mercy.

Yao He flung his hand away.

"You!" Jing Wen didn't expect Yao He to make a move, and stared wide-eyed.

Yao He: "It's better than someone who has already been eliminated."

Jing Wen ignited immediately: "You! Yao He! Don't be shameless!"

Jing Wen ninth, second only to Yao He, stop at the top [-], eliminated, no matter how nicely he said on stage, thank you for this, thank you for that, I am already very satisfied, but in fact, whoever pokes this wound will be with whomever Urgent, let alone Yao He, who is like a soft persimmon: "You are still playing the tsundere! You stole my position and even fucked me!"

Seeing that a fight was about to start, the door at the back suddenly opened.

Both Yao He and Jing Wen stopped, maintaining strange postures.

Ye Zhibi and Zhang Haibin, who came out of the bright conference room, were standing side by side at the moment. Judging from the unstoppable joy on Zhang Haibin's face, they seemed to be having a good conversation inside. Seeing them outside, they said innocently: "Jing Wen? Yao He? What are you doing?"

Jing Wen shrugged and put away his hands: "Ms. Ye, Haibin, we're just kidding around, kidding around..."

Zhang Haibin glanced at Yao He who was standing aside. Although he also wanted to ask Jing Wen why this person came, he still held back, but seeing him staring at Ye Zhibi all the time, Zhang Haibin felt uncomfortable in his heart. He went on: "Stop making trouble, Mr. Ye has worked hard all day, Mrs. Ye, thank you for telling me today, I will practice hard according to your words."

Ye Zhibi took off the baseball cap tied around his wrist, and when he heard Zhang Haibin's words, he raised his eyes with a half-smile.

If Yao He can still cope normally here, Zhang Haibin's next sentence split Yao He's three years of false fantasy: "I will definitely win the championship, and then don't forget to write a song for me." .”

Yao He stood among the four of them, his ears ringing, the one-man show became a mime, and Yao He was completely overwhelmed by unprecedented hesitation, confusion and loneliness.

He couldn't hear anything.