The perfect game for personalities

After graduating from high school, the adoptive parents who adopted Jiang Fei formally severed ties with him and would not send him any more living expenses.

With no relatives to restrain her, Jiang Fei took the admission letter from a certain university in Beijing very smoothly, and went to Beijing with Xiang Zimo.

The night before leaving Beijing, Xiang Zimo performed his farewell performance at a bar for the last time.

This night's resident singing time was a few hours earlier than before. It was set in the afternoon, and it was still dark, but the bar was still full of people listening to him sing.

What Xiang Zimo sang was an original song of his own, which was the first song he wrote based on Jiang Fei's inspiration.

The spotlight illuminated him, but the stage was dark.

In the light, he looked at Jiang Fei who was sitting in a corner, listening to the song quietly, even the magnetic singing had a gentle smile on it.

Halfway through the song, he saw someone accosting Jiang Fei.

After graduation, Jiang Fei seemed to have grown a lot. After taking off her school uniform, the childishness in her eyebrows and eyes disappeared.

The quiet and handsome face is like a delicate painting, wearing only ordinary short-sleeved trousers, sitting in this smoky bar is also the most dazzling and clean scenery.

Xiang Zimo saw that Jiang Fei was shaking his head all the time, his attitude of resisting alienation did not get rid of the other party's entanglement, and the other party even forced a wine glass into his hand.

Xiang Zimo's eyes turned cold, and he stood up.

During the short music gap after the chorus, the audience was still listening intently, when they suddenly saw him get up from the microphone stand, their eyes followed him involuntarily.

Taking off the microphone and holding it in his hand, Xiang Zimo jumped directly from the stage to the ground, and then walked straight in the direction of Jiang Fei.

Before the audience below could react, they subconsciously made way for him.

The staff in charge of controlling the lights froze for a moment, then quickly chased the spotlight over and continued to hit him steadily.

It wasn't until the light shone in front of Jiang Fei that he was surprised to find that Xiang Zimo had walked over at some point.

And everyone's eyes also looked over, moving back and forth between him and Xiang Zimo, guessing what happened.

The guest who had been trying to strike up a conversation with Jiang Fei just now was taken aback by Xiang Zimo's appearance, and was stunned by his expressionless glance. He retracted the drugged wine glass unconsciously, and then stared blankly. Watching Xiang Zimo grab Jiang Fei's hand and take him away.

Jiang Fei guessed what Xiang Zimo meant, hesitantly did not break free, followed behind him with his head bowed.

Halfway through, the music entered the next section, and Xiang Zimo continued to sing with a microphone, as if he was not disturbed at all.

After bringing Jiang Fei to the stage, Xiang Zimo pushed him to sit down, while he stood aside like a guardian knight, but he never let go of the hand that was holding Jiang Fei.

Now, the audience finally reacted.

The short whispers and surprised gazes became the background of the turmoil in the singing, Xiang Zimo turned a deaf ear to it, and continued to sing intently, turning his head from time to time to look at Jiang Fei who kept his head down because he was not used to facing the crowd.

With those gazes, anyone can tell that they love her completely.

After singing the song, amidst applause from the audience, Xiang Zimo bent slightly and kissed Jiang Fei's hair.

Feeling his movements, Jiang Fei raised her head in surprise, her face flushed a little, whether it was nervousness or embarrassment.

Looking at Xiang Zimo's soft gaze, his stiff body slowly relaxed, and he smiled with his lips pursed.

When leaving the bar, He Xue didn't comment on Xiang Zimo's outrageous performance on stage, but only reminded her.

"When Xiao Fei was on the stage, it seemed that someone took a picture."

Afterwards, Xiang Zimo is going to accept the attention of a star, and if he makes such a move in public, he will definitely leave a handle on those who care about him. Moreover, the same-sex intimacy is not conducive to his development in the entertainment industry at all.

Xiang Zimo's expression was very calm, and his tone sounded calm.

"I didn't intend to hide it from the beginning, let them shoot."

"But..."

He Xue's hesitation to speak did not hide her infinite worry about him, for fear that he would destroy his future.

Xiang Zimo understood what she meant, smiled, then looked at Jiang Fei who was wearing a helmet a few meters away, and lowered his voice softly like water.

"Music is just a dream, but he is the rest of my life."

It was just evening when they left the bar, they had dinner nearby, and then rode their motorcycles for a ride on a road a little further away.

Jiang Fei was sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle, carrying a guitar case, and holding Xiang Zimo's waist. The strong wind in front of him was completely blocked by him.

The road is remote and desolate, with few people on the road, but you can see a very gorgeous sunset.

The motorcycle stopped on the side of the road, and the two sat side by side on the railing, quietly watching Twilight recede.

The moment the last ray of afterglow was swallowed by the sun, Xiang Zimo couldn't help turning his head to look at Jiang Fei beside him.

Jiang Fei turned her head and looked at him as if she felt something.

The fluff on his face was reflected into a warm orange halo, and his dark eyes also turned into a beautiful amber color.

At this time, it is really suitable for kissing.

Xiang Zi meditated.

Seeing Jiang Fei stunned for a moment, he realized that he really said these words.

Xiang Zimo's heart moved, he stared at Jiang Fei, and really began to approach slowly.

Such slowness left enough time for Jiang Fei to refuse.

But Jiang Fei still sat there without dodging or hiding. After glancing at him, he lowered his eyelashes and closed his eyes.

On the way home from the highway, Jiang Fei lowered his head in embarrassment, trying to hide his swollen lips.

The kitten who had been staying at home was happily playing with the ball of wool. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he immediately pricked up his ears, and looked eagerly at the door with his little head.

Before it had time to pounce on it and act like a baby, it saw its master half-hugging and half-hugging the neighbor's little brother into the bedroom, and it didn't even care about the guitar case that was leaning against the wall and fell to the ground.

The bedroom door was slammed shut, and the kitten straightened its upper body in a daze.

A few seconds later, the bedroom door was swung open again.

The owner walked out quickly, took out the cat food from the cabinet and poured some into its bowl, because the action was too hasty, a lot of it fell outside.

But the owner ignored it, poured another basin of water, settled the kitten's food and drink, and strode into the bedroom again.

The door was closed again.

The kitten licked its paws, and ran around the room happily after eating and drinking.

After a while, it scratched the bedroom door boredly, and meowed for a long time, wanting to play with its owner or little brother, but no one opened the door.

It listened to the fuzzy sound from inside in confusion, rubbed its small head against the door, and finally had no choice but to continue playing with the ball of wool dejectedly.

The author has something to say: the estimate is wrong, and the next chapter will be a few years later.

With a bang, did you see the car drive by?