kiss Me

"First of all, I need to explain that I am standing here today not to compete for the title of 'Top Ten Singers', nor to prepare a second song, so please don't vote for me during the round of voting. So as not to occupy the promotion qualifications of other players - of course, just in case."

"This song has no accompaniment, and probably has no commendable skills. The lyrics are written by me at the age of 14, and the music is composed by me at the age of 19."

"Then... I sincerely invite you to spend 5 precious minutes and participate in my clichéd and meaningless No. 20 nine confessions."

The boy in a white sweater bowed deeply to the audience, then got up and walked to the only high chair in the center of the stage, picked up the guitar that was leaning on the side, and played the first note with downcast eyes.

The warm white stage lights poured down, embracing him like moonlight with love, making his already fair skin appear a kind of unclear and transparent texture, but the contours of his eyebrows and eyes appeared deep in the shadows, making it hard to see. It was clear—it was not until the camera moved to focus that the light finally shone into his eyes when he raised his head, and was magnified on the screen again, refracted into a soft and affectionate smile.

——also projected on the monitoring screen in the background, like a wordless love letter melted into the melody, unfolding in front of the "monitor" involuntarily.

Should have gone to the scene, auditorium, or photography—Qin Shu looked at him across the screen, and rarely regretted it.

But Lin Wu called him aside before the opening, and told him that it is better to stay in the background, "This song is different, I will be nervous if you sit in the audience", and he could only agree.

The expected booing sounded in the next second, temporarily interrupting his thoughts.

"Student Xiaolin is very cool. He sang so well during the selection, I thought he really came here for the championship." Zhao Huanhuan leaned over to him to watch the real-time broadcast, while poking his shoulder with his elbow, "Brother Qin , this is for you, right? It’s nice to be young..."

Qin Shu said "um" and didn't answer. He looked at the screen with a straight line of sight, thinking that it had nothing to do with being young or not. Allow me to kiss you by letter" Lin Wu is very good.

As if feeling something somewhere, Lin Wu raised his head in the next second, as if meeting his gaze through the screen, the end of his eyes slightly curved up, making the sentence "But you know, it's not just a kiss, it's not just a kiss." "Across the letter" fell into his heart clearly—the applause mixed with booing from the audience during the interlude was really loud, and he could hear it across a stage, so he saw a kind of shy emotion flashing from Lin Wu's eyes However, it was quickly covered by light-colored eyelashes, and I suddenly understood why "this song is different".

He had seen Lin Wu standing on the stage many times, but this was the first time he saw such emotions appear in his eyes, even if it was only for a short moment, the clear waves flashing across the dark blue ocean.

In my impression, Lin Wu is always very calm when standing on stage, he doesn't mind being watched and even a little crazy, as if he was born to be the focus of the crowd's attention.

It turns out that such a person would also be shy, sinking down to play and sing a slow love song, dismantling the first love letter written at the age of 14 into a sinking galaxy, and sitting in the soft spotlight to play the only affection.

He just thought of Lin Wu 10 minutes ago. Taking advantage of the few minutes before going on stage, he slipped out of the dressing room and ran to the sound control room to look for him. Charge the battery first - the tail sound will be raised indistinctly, exposing the so-called "nervousness" as a bluff.

But when he raised his head and kissed him, he seemed to be really in a hurry. I don't know if it was because of the voices across the wall or he was really nervous.

At that time, Lin Wu was very soft to hug. He was only wearing a simple cotton sweater, without any extra accessories or the usual artificial perfume. Some of his long hair hung down in soft curls, and the edges were covered with gaps. The fluffy outline of the entering stage lights made him look more innocent, like some harmless little animal wagging its tail for cuddling.

"Why are you nervous?" He rubbed the little animal's ears and asked.

"Well... because I'm going to lie on the stage later," the teenager was honest with him, so honest that he began to doubt whether the lie itself really made sense, "I will tell them that this is No. 20's nine confessions-but in fact It's the first time."

"For the first time, there may be a confession of response."

When Lin Wu said this, he didn't know which contestant's turn it was. The clear female voice landed in the slow folk song, and the stage lights also quietly flowed. A small neon light shakes the virtual and real emotions, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

"So, brother, listen to my singing carefully later, and think carefully about the after-view-if you don't have it, then it's still No. 20's nine confessions."

Before coming to the stage, Lin Wu took two steps and then turned back, as if to dispel the vague solemnity in the air, he deliberately pulled down the collar of the sweater a little, showing him the dark red hickey on the edge of the collarbone.

"I wore this dress on purpose, but this position is still very dangerous...Brother, when I was changing clothes just now, I was wondering if you would want others to see it more."

What did he say - it seemed that he didn't say anything, he just stretched out his hand and pulled the other person back to his body, then lowered his head mysteriously, and kissed again at the position of the hickey.

There is no aggressive emotion, it looks gentle like appeasement, some kind of "kiss and it will disappear" false magic used to coax children.

Probably only he himself knows that it is a secondary mark that has been restrained several times.

At the end of the song, the last line of "I love you" in a low voice drew unexpected warm applause.

Lin Wu put down the guitar, exhaled quietly, and then stood up and bowed to the audience—this time there was no exaggerated curtain call, and all the fancy emotions that should have and should not have seemed to have settled down, and were narrated by old love letters. It is written purely, and it seems to be paving the way for another undecided ending.

He looked at the VCR set up high behind the auditorium, but it was as if he had passed through the crowded auditorium and the dark background, and saw a dusk filled in a clear glass cabin—hanging high on the top of the Ferris wheel, and dripping into the eyes of his sweetheart.

That was probably the source of all his madness and confidence today, supporting him to sit here and sing the first love letter in his life, and ask the person on the other side of the surveillance screen how to respond to him.

But a 15-minute twilight is only enough for him to stand on stage for 15 minutes-after 15 minutes, he returns to the strange circle of thinking in front of the Ferris wheel that day, deluding himself to think that they will always be entangled for a lifetime, and some things may also Not that important.

So he smiled with complicated emotions, and further made up for the unfinished inferences—for example, the first time or the first time is not that important, in essence, it is just that he has noticed the subtle changes of the other party and made progress, betting that he is actually not Much needed "acknowledgment", or "proof".

Qin Shu would not back down because of a song he had heard before, and respond to him so abruptly and unfavorably from time to time, he knew it well - and it didn't prevent him from suddenly wanting to leave the stage a second before he left the stage. He stopped in the corner and hummed "I love you" with the microphone towards the direction of the video recorder, as if adding a long-delayed echo to the song.

However, what he didn't know was that in a place he couldn't see, the person who should have been indifferent turned his eyes away amidst the booing, and his ears were slightly red for the first time.