half blind

He can play it, but he hasn't played it for a long time, and there is only one score that he remembers quite well.

However, Haikou has already boasted, and it is necessary to bite the bullet.Zhang Qing went through the music score in his head, and put his lips on the mouth of the flute.

Ethereal notes float out with the changing rhythm of the fingertips.

The breeze blew through the woods, bringing a rustling sound, the sound of the stream and the melodious rhythm of the ocarina echoed and melted into one.

Zhang Qing, who was playing the ocarina, had a serious expression on his face, maybe he was recalling the score, his brows were slightly frowned.His hands moved deftly between the flute holes, and the hair on his forehead was blown by the breeze, making it a little messy.

Zhang Qing, the ocarina and the stream form a perfectly composed oil painting.At this moment, even without a gust of wind, a leaf, or a musical note, such a painting cannot be completed.

Zhou Nanchen's fingertips trembled slightly where Zhang Qing couldn't see.He was willing to trade everything in his life for time to stand still at this moment.

After finally blowing the last note, Zhang Qing put down the ocarina with relief, and smiled at Zhou Nanchen, "It's been a long time since I played, and I don't know if I remember the score correctly."

"The Original Scenery of Hometown." Zhou Nanchen's voice was a little hoarse.

"Yes. Ocarina master Sojiro's tune." Zhang Qing smiled embarrassedly, "Actually, I can play this, and forget everything else."

"It sounds good."

"Really?" Zhang Qing was a little surprised.

"real."

"Thanks……"

Zhang Qing didn't say the last word of thanks. At some point, Zhou Nanchen got closer and closer to him. In just a few words, the distance between them was so close that they could feel each other's breathing.

"Zhou Nan..." Zhang Qing called the other party's name in a barely audible voice, and before he could finish speaking, his lips were kissed.

This kiss was different from the previous ones.

Zhou Nanchen kissed very seriously, almost imprinting his own marks on every corner of his lips and mouth.

Lingering and strong, with an unprecedented stubbornness, as if carrying out a promise.

Zhang Qing's body was almost softened by this kiss, and his back was pressed against the trunk of the willow tree, almost out of breath.

Zhang Qing pushed hard a few times before the other party let go of his lips, but immediately turned to the neck and collarbone.

"Zhou Nanchen... what are you doing?" Zhang Qing felt that his tone changed as soon as he spoke.

"Rape first and then kill." Zhou Nanchen leaned close to his ear and whispered.

Before Zhang Qing could react, his waist suddenly loosened. He froze for about two seconds before realizing that the belt of his trousers had been untied.

Zhang Qing felt that he had exhausted all the shame in his life.

He, Zhang Qing, was a well-behaved three-good student from elementary school to university, and he hadn't even read a few pornographic books.

He never thought about the concept of wild cannon that only appeared in tertiary films.

Hormones are really dangerous things that can make people do things and lose their minds.The passion faded away, and when his mind slowly recovered, Zhang Qing could only wish to slap himself to death.

It's really shameless.

Jia Hao's words echoed in his ears.

In broad daylight, the world is bright and bright, and the day is declared...

Zhou Nanchen is a bastard who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger. He usually pretends to be sanctimonious, and his movements are smoother than anyone else when playing hooligans.

I think he was deceived by the appearance of this guy back then, the first time he did a complete set, he lay on the bed all morning.

Zhou Nanchen had put on his pants again and was squatting by the stream to wash his hands.Zhang Qingzai checked himself carefully for a long time, but still called Zhou Nanchen worriedly.

"I... didn't get it on me, did I?"

"No." Zhou Nanchen stood up and shook his hands, "Don't worry, it's all in my hands."

Zhang Qing blushed and gave a very contemptuous "tsk" at the same time, "You shameless rascal, what's wrong with holding back until you can suffocate you to death?"

"Isn't it?" Zhou Nanchen smiled, "It's just a pistol, as if I've set you on fire."

"Shut up." Zhang Qing said viciously, and squatted down to wash his hands in the stream.

"I really didn't catch on, I paid special attention to it." Zhou Nanchen said, "There is no one here. If someone does come, you just yell rape."

"Crazy." Zhang Qing laughed, "Go, go back."

After washing his hands, Zhang Qing washed the ocarina in the stream again.He had no time to take care of it just now, and when he let go of the ocarina, it fell directly to the ground. Fortunately, the ground was relatively soft, and there was no damage except for a little mud.

"Here you are." Zhang Qing handed the cleaned ocarina to Zhou Nanchen, but the latter didn't pick it up.

"Give it to you," he said.

Zhang Qing was taken aback, "Isn't it good? This is your father anyway..."

"Hold it to me, and I don't know how to blow it. Why don't you put it in your hand, and it will make some noise." Zhou Nanchen said.

"Fuck, is that how you evaluate my level?"

Zhou Nanchen smiled, covered Zhang Qing's hand, and pushed the ocarina towards him, "Put it away for me."

Zhang Qing hesitated for a moment, but nodded, and put the heavy ocarina into his pocket.

This kind of remote small dirt road is easy to come and difficult to go back.The two walked straight along the dirt road, and finally got a taxi when they reached the side of the road.

"You're going to that hotel." After reporting the place name, the driver was a little embarrassed, "Can I park on the opposite side of the road for you? That section of the road is very traffic jam today, so it's hard to get out."

"Yes." Zhang Qing readily agreed, just so that he could stay with Zhou Nanchen for a while longer.

It's just that Zhang Qing didn't think about the reason for the traffic jam near the hotel at that time.

"I don't want to leave when I think about going back to the hotel and doing nothing." Zhang Qing sighed.

"Didn't you say in the morning that it's rare to have time to rest?"

"Yeah, you said that people are so cheap. When you have a job, you complain about being too tired, and when you don't have a job, you feel too idle." Zhang Qing smiled.

"Speaking of which, how is Qian Kun's preparation going?"

"He told me yesterday that he is already making an appointment for a script."

"The action is quite fast. Danmei Xiaotianwang is ready to return."

"Get out." Zhang Qing smiled and shoved him.In the early days, Qingmo was famous for acting in Danmei dramas, but in the later period, every BG drama she tried failed to catch on, so there were indeed times when fans ridiculed Danmei Little Heavenly King.

But it's strange for Zhou Nanchen to say these words, especially after the two of them had just shamelessly played hooligans in the grove.

While walking, suddenly a girl rushed out head-on, Zhang Qing slammed on the brakes, and almost bumped into her.

"Are you Zhang Qing?" the girl asked directly.

Zhang Qing was startled, subconsciously wanted to touch his face, but held back.He was pretty sure his mask was on properly.

But for some reason, she was recognized by the girl in front of her.

Zhou Nanchen frowned, "No, you admit your mistake—"

Before Zhou Nanchen finished speaking, the girl suddenly stuffed something into Zhang Qing's arms, and ran away without looking back.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Qing was at a loss, picked up the thing in his hand and looked, it turned out to be a beautifully shaped envelope.

"It's a fan." Zhou Nanchen's frown eased, "No wonder you recognized him even though you were so well disguised."

A warm current surged through Zhang Qing's heart, and he couldn't help touching the paper with his hands.

"Open it and see."

The envelope was so delicate that people were reluctant to tear it open. Zhang Qing took out the letter paper while trying to ensure that the tear was as neat as possible.

But after unfolding, his smile froze on his face.

There are only six large characters on the letter paper, written with a red watercolor pen, the color is very glaring.

Murderer, go to hell!

Zhou Nanchen quickly snatched the letter paper from Zhang Qing's hand as soon as he saw it, and tore it to pieces.

But Zhang Qing still maintained the previous movement, his chest heaved violently, but he didn't take in any air, and his face became ugly due to suffocation.

"Zhang Qing, Zhang Qing." Zhou Nanchen turned his shoulders over, "Look at me, breathe."

Zhang Qing suddenly took a deep breath and coughed.Zhou Nanchen patted him on the back while comforting him in a low voice: "It's okay, it's okay."

Just then, Zhang Qing's cell phone rang.

"Sister is the queen, she shines with confidence..."

Zhang Qing and Zhou Nanchen looked at each other, shook their heads to indicate that they were fine, and picked up the phone.

"Sister Rou?"

"Where have you two bastards been fooling around?" Zhou Nanchen who was on the side could hear Sister Rou's voice clearly even if the hands-free was not turned on.

"We... I'm sorry, I should have told you in advance." Zhang Qing apologized, "But I promise no one noticed us along the way, really."

Duanmurou sighed, "Forget it, it's not important, it's a good thing you went out. Don't go back to the hotel now, stay where you are, send me your location and I'll be right there."

Zhang Qing froze for a moment, "What's going on? We're almost there now."

"You must not come here!" Duanmurou raised her voice, "Find a hidden place to hide for a while, and don't be seen by anyone! Send me the location, and I'll be right there!"

Duanmurou quickly hung up the phone.

Zhou Nanchen didn't speak, but turned his gaze towards the direction of the hotel.

The road in front of the hotel is full of cars.From the gap between the cars, Zhang Qing saw a group of people walking by in front of the hotel, holding a large blood-red banner in their hands.

It read: Boycott Zhang Qing, the murderous idol.

Those holding the banners were all young men and women, shouting slogans in unison.

"Zhang Qing! Murderer!"

"Zhang Qing! Murderer!"

"Get out of the entertainment industry!"

"Get out of the entertainment industry!"

In front of the hotel building, there were many passers-by watching the excitement, laughing and whispering to each other.

Several security guards rushed up to stop the young man who took the lead in yelling, but the young people in the team swarmed up and pulled him back. Loud yelling could be faintly heard from the crowd.

Somewhere nearer came the murmurs of the onlookers.

"What's the matter?"

"Young people nowadays can really make a fuss."

"I heard that there is a murderer living in the hotel, don't go there, it's scary."

how so.

Zhang Qing's head seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton wool, unable to think.He wanted to move, but his body was stiff, and he wanted to speak, but his throat couldn't make a sound.

He could hear Zhou Nanchen's anxious voice, but he couldn't distinguish the meaning in the voice.

All sounds became a heavy hum, beating meaninglessly on the eardrums.

His whole body seemed to be thrown into the deep sea, the suffocation seized him little by little, and the heavy sea water was poured into his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

do not look at me.Zhou Nanchen, don't look at me.