Difficult to return

Song Shuhua's room was as tidy and clean as everyone else's, and it also exuded the same light fragrance as his body.In addition to the bed and wardrobe, the most conspicuous thing in the room is a piano at the foot of the bed.

The sound of "dong" startled Song Shuhua, who had his back to the door and took the bedding from the top of the cabinet on his feet.

He turned around and saw Lu Mingchen standing next to his piano, he poked the keys a few times indiscriminately, and the piano made chaotic "dong dong" sounds.

Seeing people staring at him, Lu Mingchen asked, "Can you play the piano?"

Song Shuhua nodded: "A little bit."

"Can you play it for me?"

Song Shuhua hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "What do you want to hear?"

"It's all right."

Song Shuhua frowned and thought for a while: "Have you heard of "Red Rose"?"

"Ah."

After getting an affirmative answer, Song Shuhua put the quilt on the bed, closed the door again, sat in front of the piano with some embarrassment, and started playing.

Lu Mingchen looked at the pair of slender white hands jumping happily on the black and white keys, his fingers were like ten lively and lovely elves, flying up and down, pulling and combining those irregular naughty notes, weaving them into a gorgeous movement, bubbling like flowing water .

He kept staring at those hands, reluctant to blink, as if he wanted to see clearly what kind of wonderful energy those hands possessed.

After the song was played, Song Shuhua breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to close the lid of the piano, but was pressed down by Lu Mingchen: "Can you sing?"

"……know a little."

"Can you sing it to me?" Lu Mingchen made such a request confidently, as if he didn't care about the man's blushing face due to embarrassment.

Song Shuhua swallowed, and finally let out a "huh".

When he was young, he was always asked to perform in front of his elders in this way. He was originally very repulsed by this, but he didn't refuse today.

Fingers into the prelude, after the end of the mouth - the dream of the dream of the dream of not waking up, the red under house arrest in the red thread...

Song Shuhua has a melancholy and soft voice, as if he was born to be the most suitable for such tactful love songs, which can properly convey the feeling of heartbreak into the listener's ears, and then from the ears to the heart.

Lu Mingchen's heart trembled and throbbed so violently that his entire chest ached.

His love affair has not yet begun, but just like this-looking at him and listening to him singing, it is almost impossible to extricate himself.

After singing a song, Song Shuhua's face was flushed red, and he didn't know whether it was nervousness or excitement, or the energy of the glass of wine came so late that his head was too hot to feel dizzy.

He felt that Lu Mingchen was looking at him, and raised his head subconsciously.

The moment they looked at each other, he was startled by the other person's eyes, and suddenly didn't know what to do.Before he could react, Lu Mingchen's hand was already touching his cheek, and he was slowly approaching him...

The temperature and smell of the other party almost swallowed Song Shuhua.He seemed to have fallen into the water, falling slowly, unable to escape, and unable to breathe, only his heartbeat became faster and faster as he approached...

Lu Mingchen stopped at the distance between the exchange of breaths, and gently rubbed the lower part of his eyelids with his thumb: "You have two moles here. Is the mole growing on this place called a tear mole?"

"..."

Song Shuhua pushed Lu Mingchen away, stood up quickly, went to the bed and hugged the quilt, and pressed his chest through the quilt: "I'll make the bed first."

This was the first time Lu Mingchen heard Song Shuhua sing, and it was also the last time her husband sang for him.When I mentioned it again later, my husband didn't want to sing anymore, thinking that he was really embarrassed, so he didn't make such a request anymore.

If it hadn't been for being pulled to Queen by Su Han this night, he might never hear her husband's melancholy and soft voice again in this life, and he would never have that heart trembling again.

But why?

Why does the husband sing in this kind of place?Why did he dress like that and accept the naked eyes of countless men?Why on earth did he have to degenerate so badly?

Obviously his life is so good, and he is not a dissolute character, Lu Mingchen can't figure it out.Only those men's fanatical gazes made him feel sick, from his stomach to his heart, it was painful.

He returned home as fast as he could, trying to find some answers from the home where they had lived together for seven years.

But he searched every room, every drawer, including Song Shuhua's wardrobe and study room, nothing, nothing, he didn't find any clues to explain what he saw tonight.

He seemed to understand the reasons for his day-to-day pain, boredom and anxiety.

For seven years, he thought he had everything from her husband, but in the end he was just deceiving himself.

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The gorgeousness of the QUEEN stage can be compared with a professional stage.But this stage is the same as life. After removing the gorgeous appearance, the backstage becomes cramped and messy, and the actors of QUEEN are densely packed with lice crawling on the back of this gorgeous robe.

The dressing room was converted from a warehouse, covering an area of ​​more than 100 square meters. The dense rows of clothes racks in the middle were hung with colorful and exaggerated performance costumes, which divided the warehouse into two halves.A dozen or so dressing tables are placed along half of the wall, and the tables are filled with various cosmetics, which can be regarded as a dressing room.The other half with full curtains is the changing room.

Only the five-square-meter small room in the corner, which was originally used for the rest of the warehouse manager, was converted into a single dressing room for the sole use of Queen's "leader" Tita.

The dressing room was full of people, and at the same time, it was filled with the smell of powder and men's sweat. The least thing here was gossip.

"That little cousin just sang about you, Fengfeng. It was the first time he picked up a guest, but he didn't expect that the guest would run away without paying the next day." The speaker jokingly fanned the flames with sarcastic remarks, "He arranged you like that, Aren't you angry? He's making a fuss out of your crap, you should go and split the money."

"It's none of your business, worry about your own beer belly, I'm afraid you will go up and crush the table."

"I have nothing to worry about. I haven't been prostituted by men for nothing, and I have been made into a song."

Someone interjected: "It's really not good for TT to do this, Fengfeng, do you know?"

"I know, TT said he would write a song for me, and I agreed."

"Fengfeng, you are so generous."

"Yeah, that's why I have men who like me. You're a slut who asks for money to buy a pair of socks. No wonder you get dumped again and again."

"Ha, who cares about a man who can only be caught by posting backwards..."

"Hey, why did Manager Qu come to the backstage? There's not enough work ahead for you."

The little man with greasy hair kept a cold face, ignored the person who greeted him, and went straight to an older transgender man who was putting on makeup: "Old Hong, give me the key to Tita's safe."

"What do you do with the key to the safe, the contents inside must be returned to the guest."

"I know, I'm looking for something..."

"Manager Qu is looking for the wallet surnamed Su threw on the stage. Hey, it's useless. Apart from asking you for TT's phone number, the surname Su doesn't look at you at all. It seems that he brought other men with him tonight." .”

"Fuck your ass."

Lao Hong took out a small key from the cover under her pair of tall fake breasts and gave it to Manager Qu: "Be sure to return it to the customer."

"know."

The innermost wall is a row of small cabinets for these actors to store their valuables.Only Tita's locker has guests' presents, but he doesn't even keep the keys.The boss gave his key to Lao Hong, the oldest actor among the actors.

Manager Qu found Su Han's wallet and the watch inside, locked the cabinet and left.

In addition to these scantily clad actors backstage, there are also staff coming and going.

The driver squeezed inside and knocked on Tita's door: "Mr. T, are you packed?"

Tita opened the door, he had already changed his skirt and makeup.The conditions here are limited, the unloading is not very clean, and the hair is still caught in the net.He put on his coat, hat and mask: "Let's go."

After he came out, the backstage suddenly became much quieter, and the crowded crowd automatically gave way to an aisle.Someone told him that tonight's performance was wonderful, and he showed a pair of smiling eyes and red ears to say thank you.

But as soon as he stepped out of the dressing room, someone praised him: "There's no need to be so stinky, right? The money he earned is divided among you?"

"It doesn't matter if it's divided or not. They can sing well. If you have the ability to be jealous, you can also write a song if you have the ability."

"Tsk, that means he sings well?"

"If someone has such a figure and face, it's God's reward, and I can't be envious."

"I don't think he cares about the meal rewarded by God, just like he treats the guests? I suspect that everyone who likes him is shaking M..."

A newcomer asked, "Isn't that our boss' driver? Where are we going to pick Tita?"

"you guess."

"QUEEN's boss is not straight?"

"Men are all the same in essence. Otherwise, why would the boss spoil him so much and give him a separate dressing room, so he can come whenever he wants. Sister Hong doesn't have that kind of treatment."

Lao Hong, who was caught by the cue, didn't appreciate it: "With so much thought about these things, why not think more about how to sing without a male duck voice. No matter how much you belittle Tita, the guests will not like you."

"If I praise him, the guests won't like me."

"At least it's not so annoying to accumulate some morals."

"Tsk tsk..."

As the black car drove into the night, a gorgeous and noisy night was also left behind.

Song Shuhua sat in the car, his body was tired, but his heart was relaxed. It was a relaxation and freedom that he hadn't experienced for a long time.All the stress of life seems to disappear the moment he puts on a long dress, high heels and heavy makeup.

He is like Cinderella attending the prince's banquet, even if he has to leave before twelve o'clock, but this banquet is the whole meaning of his life.But he is different from Cinderella, there is no one else in his banquet, only himself, he is the prince in the long skirt and high heels.

When the car drives up the elevated road, you can have a panoramic view of the night view of the city.

"Uncle Zhang, can you open the window?"

"It's cold outside, beware of catching a cold." Having said that, he still opened a gap for the man in the back seat.

Facing the cold wind pouring in from the window, Song Shuhua squinted his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Thank you."

"You don't have to be so polite."