Dressed as a substitute lover of a wealthy old man

The audience in the audience suddenly became less calm.

It's not that they made a fuss, but this week, all kinds of involuntary talk about Tong Yuan occupied most of the most popular pages on the homepage. It's not a good thing, everyone has long been tired of aesthetics.

There are at least [-]% of the people sitting here, apart from their own master, he is the one who looks forward to the most.

In just one week, there was no such person found in the entertainment industry, and in a blink of an eye, he occupied most of the most popular pages on the homepage, which really aroused the curiosity of the people who eat melons.

Seeing Tong Yuan's flowing movements on the stage right now, everyone felt a little bit drummed in their hearts.

Doesn't seem to be the same as what you said?

"It's the first time I've seen Renchun dance in a talent show. It's this kind of classical dance. I've learned a lot. I wonder why he shouldn't do a striptease!"

"What can I do if I don't dance? I didn't see that Qiao Ning is sitting here, and his appearance is not bad. With his singing skills, he can't smash himself when he touches porcelain in front of the Lord!"

"Can you talk about gossip in private? It's so noisy, can't you just watch the show?"

Some people are not willing to listen to gossip, so they stop it.

In this short period of time, the distance between the two on the stage has been brought together from the distance at the beginning.

The posture on the stage is agile, firm and soft, the listener is open and closed, and the player is restrained and introverted. The two roles are distinct, but they are more and more in tune with the progressive music. Back and forth, from the first encounter to the first We know each other very well.

Even the audience did not realize that they had been brought into a specific situation by the performance on the stage, and they were fully immersed in the story that happened on the stage.

On the stage, the flimsy clothes fluttered up and down with the movements of the two dancers, which was different from the passionate singing and dancing. This kind of performance made people quiet, devoted and immersed in it.

It seemed that there were no Tong Yuan and Feng Xiaonan on the stage, but only the two people in the story.

The two people in the story become more and more tacit, either holding the piano and singing, or drinking and having fun, accompanied by the sound of cicadas singing and flowing water, it is indescribably smooth and accessible.

Until the light effect on the stage turned from bright to dark, all the noise faded away, and the two of them lay down on the piano.

"finished?"

"No, it feels like it's not over yet."

"It's Boya Ziqi, high mountains and flowing water! It's not over yet, it's time to abuse!"

During the short blackout time, some people in the auditorium couldn't help but have a small discussion for a while.Sure enough, the lights turned on again, which was different from the previous brightness, and even the music became mournful.

Only the listener in black was left on the stage, and his shoulders were slightly bent, and his gestures were no longer as clean as in the first half, but a little sticky and stagnant.

The hearts of the audience were pulled together with his actions.

He was sick, his health was gone, his sick body was seriously ill, and he was lingering on his last breath.

When the luthier held the piano and walked briskly on the stage again, what he saw was the appearance of his friend at the time of death.

The mood turned sharply, from joy to sorrow, but it was a change in an instant.

Some people in the audience could not help sobbing carefully, but the story on the stage was still happening.

The qin listener who was lingering on the sick bed died suddenly in the sound of his best friend. The qin master was distraught and knelt down and called to heaven and earth.

This solo dance was passionate and desperate. Accompanied by the increasingly dense rhythm, several consecutive groups of one-footed rotations directly pushed the emotions of the audience to the extreme.

Pei Xiangyu sat under the stage, staring at Tong Yuan's ankle which had endured almost all the strength of his body, his brows twitched slightly.

Finally, amidst the warm applause at the scene, Tong Yuan crouched down, and even the music stopped.

The audience's applause also fell down unsatisfactorily, waiting for the stage with uncertainty.

The studio is very quiet, but there is also a subtle feeling that the mountain and the rain are about to come.

Just when everyone thought everything was over, there was a sudden sound of empty strings, and the luthier on the stage rolled to his feet, picked up the violin on the ground, and jumped.

The piano knocked on the luthier's knee and broke, but the luthier who fell to the ground did not stand still and fell down, causing the audience to scream.

No one could tell whether it was a stage accident or a special design, until the stage was brightly lit, and the two actors got up from the ground and bowed.Only then did they realize belatedly that it was really over.

It wasn't just the audience who were excited. On the stage, Feng Xiaonan's eyes were already filled with tears. He rushed to hug Tong Yuan, so excited that he couldn't speak.

Although the applause from the audience was a bit late, it was unprecedentedly enthusiastic. Tong Yuan patted Feng Xiaonan on the back.

In fact, his mood is not calm, but completing such a challenge in a week is not something that he often has the opportunity to experience.

"great."

"I think I heard someone calling my name."

"There will be more in the future."

Feng Xiaonan laughed twice, buried himself on Tong Yuan's body, and secretly wiped away his tears: "Why are you so annoying!"

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"It's time to go, or the host will drive people away!"

Tong Yuan amused Feng Xiaonan, although this big boy always acted like a big brother in front of him, he was still half a boy.

Feng Xiaonan scratched his head, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, he blocked Tong Yuan's shoulders to leave the stage to cover up.

As soon as he took a step, he was suddenly short beside him.

"What's wrong!"

Feng Xiaonan was so frightened that he hugged Tong Yuan's shoulders, and supported Tong Yuan to sit on the ground along with the force of the fall.

"what happened?"

"It must have fallen just now!"

"Does it matter?"

The audience was also frightened by the sudden situation on stage, and they all became concerned.

It was only seven or eight minutes before and after, and they had already forgotten the mood before they came, and they were sincerely worried.

Tong Yuan's face was pale, sweating from the pain.

Just now the whole person was very excited and didn't feel anything, but now it's only when he takes a step forward that he feels a heart-rending pain.

He lifted up his trouser legs and took a look at the bandage. His ankle was swollen and shiny, like a heavy peach.

"Can I still go, do I want to go to the hospital?" asked the staff who surrounded me.

Tong Yuan spread his hands: "Maybe I can't leave."

"I'll call a stretcher, wait a moment."

The staff member pressed the intercom while talking, and before he could say anything, Feng Xiaonan, who was squatting silently by the side, had already put his arms around Tong Yuan's back, put his other hand through his knees, and stepped back from the stage holding him up.

Tong Yuan: ...

There was quite a commotion in the auditorium.

"Oh my god! I want to stand with this pair of CPs, they are so well matched!"

"I got it!"

"Isn't it forbidden to bring mobile phones?"

"Shh-"

……

Feng Xiaonan took Tong Yuan all the way to the backstage lounge, settled him down, dragged Tong Yuan's ankle to put it on his leg, and pressed it lightly: "Does it hurt?"

"pain."

Tong Yuan took a deep breath, it was really painful, the last time it was so painful was when someone fell over his shoulder and stretched his arm when he was filming the first fight scene, the swelling took almost a month to disappear.

"I told you not to push yourself so hard! It hurts!"

Feng Xiaonan had a sharp mouth, but his movements were still very light. Tong Yuan saw through it without saying anything, and said with a smile: "The effect is not bad, the pain is not bad."

"Then pay attention to your body too! I'll go tell the director and go to the hospital."

"Ah."

Feng Xiaonan left, Tong Yuan waited bored for a while, and finally waited for someone to come in.

Looking up, it was not Feng Xiaonan.

Pei Xiangyu came in expressionlessly: "Does it hurt?"

Tong Yuan: ...

nonsense.

"It doesn't hurt too much." He raised his eyelids and looked at Pei Xiangyu, and whispered, "I thought you were gone."

Pei Xiangyu glanced at his swollen ankle. The child's duplicity was particularly painful. He sat down and coaxed, "If you don't trust me so much, aren't you afraid that I'll be angry?"

"I am not afraid that you will be angry, but I am afraid that you will not want me. You are so good, maybe someone else will like you one day. I am not as good as them, and then I will not be able to be with you."

Tong Yuan closed his eyes and threw the high hat out, and finally looked at Pei Xiangyu cautiously and expectantly: "How was my performance just now? Do you like it?"

The child was teasingly addicted, Pei Xiangyu asked with a straight face, "What do you think?"

"I've worked hard."

Tong Yuan lowered his head pretending to be disappointed, and squeezed out a sentence from his throat.

After a while, Pei Xiangyu reached out and hugged him through his back, his voice almost pressed against his eardrums: "What do you want me to reward you for?"

Tong Yuan: ...

It's okay, he's been eating this way too much, his ears are itchy, half of his body is almost limp, and he trembles slightly.

Pei Xiangyu obviously felt this moment, he chuckled lightly, raised Tong Yuan's chin and lightly rubbed those pale lips that were puffed with powder.

If it weren't for the pain in his feet, Tong Yuan felt that the atmosphere would be pretty good.Unfortunately, after a short while, it was interrupted by a healthy question.

"what are you doing!"

Feng Xiaonan came in from the outside and stared at them covetously.

To be precise, he stared at Pei Xiangyu.

Tong Yuan violently rescued his chin from Pei Xiangyu's hands, peeking at Pei Xiangyu's expression, holding back his laughter until he was about to die.

He is obviously very angry, but he is restrained and doesn't get angry easily. He can only put on an inscrutable and scary look, which can be said to be very cute.

Feng Xiaonan was also amazing, he was not frightened by Pei Xiangyu at all, on the contrary he became even angrier: "Tongtong is like this, you still have to force him to do such a thing!"

After finishing speaking, he pushed Pei Xiangyu away and helped him up: "I'll take you to the hospital!"

Tong Yuan felt wronged for Pei Xiangyu for a second, then obediently leaned on Feng Xiaonan.

"stop."

Pei Xiangyu's voice was cold, Feng Xiaonan was unmoved, and whispered: "Don't be afraid of him!"

Tong Yuan only felt his shoulders sink, and Pei Xiangyu's voice was very close: "If you don't want to make him worse, you'd better let him go now."

It doesn't feel good to be used as a bargaining chip, Tong Yuan frowned: "It hurts..."

Feng Xiaonan immediately let go of his arm, stared at Pei Xiangyu and almost spit fire.

Before he could react, Pei Xiangyu grabbed his chin and forced him to raise his head, cast a sidelong glance at Feng Xiaonan, lowered his head and bit it.

The author has something to say: in the process of drafting, I want to cry...