private island

He first saw Guan Sheng's assistant, a young girl named Wen Wen, eating.She smiled softly, motioned him to sit down, and asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

He shook his head lightly, but said in his mouth, "Eat, eat."

Immediately afterwards, he saw the sound of the pipe and couldn't help holding his breath.

Handsome to the point of evil, redefining the upper limit of human beauty, the best representative of human beings when aliens visit the earth... The above titles are all from the mouths of fans.

Although the second grade is ridiculous, it is by no means an exaggeration.

When pinching the pipe, Nuwa seemed to be in a particularly good mood, so she redoubled her efforts to make him have a glorious face.In contrast, others are like random mud ideas.

A black turtleneck sweater wrapped the slender neck, setting off the elegant and noble features.Between the clear brows, it seems that the sunshine and breeze of the whole summer are hidden, and at the same time, there is a dangerous and cold sex appeal.

He was reading a book, with his slender fingers lightly resting on the title of the book, which was "Being and Time" by Heidegger, a master of existentialism.He looked sideways slightly, and his eyes stayed on Fan Xi's face for 0.5 seconds, then he nodded with the corners of his mouth curled up, and then fell back to the book.

Fan Xi was startled to realize that he was not panting. He quickly took a few deep breaths, took two steps forward, and said in a stuttering voice, "Hello, Mr. Guan, I... I am Fan Xi, and my friends call me Little Porridge. I am a wave, that's not right." , I am one of the thousands of voices, a small splash. I think you are very loud, no, you are very good."

After finishing speaking, he almost wanted to drill a hole in the same place, all the way to the southern hemisphere, and directly save the air ticket money.

Guan Sheng didn't take it seriously, and said lightly: "Hello, thank you for your support, sit down wherever you want."

After he nervously sat down on the sofa in the corner, Guan Sheng turned his head to look at him again, probably because he didn't remember his appearance, he hastily straightened his relaxed back.

Although Fan Xi is not a fool, he is not as handsome as Guan Sheng, who pierces people's heart like a sharp knife. You have to look at him a few times before you can remember his appearance.Otherwise, after a quick glance, that clean and delicate face would quickly become blurred in my mind.

He smiles very meekly, with flat facial features, a slightly narrow face, thin double eyelids and a slender nose, exuding a feeling of bullying.Of course, that's just an illusion.

His eyes are very black and bright, like two streams of sweet and pleasing black grape juice, soaking into one's heart with blinking.After watching for a while, you will find him more attractive.

Fan Xi kept his back straight all the time, not daring to sink into the sofa comfortably.He noticed the pipe sound and glanced at himself again, he couldn't help twisting his fingers nervously, like a fire shadow.

The pipe called Fang Bo, and whispered in a voice that everyone could hear: "Didn't I ask you to find someone like Dashi Johnson? He is a bit thin, and I think he can't even beat you."

Fang Bo smiled: "Bodyguards are hard to find, and you don't want the company to arrange them. Temporary recruitment, he is either a big brother or a spirited guy. He has the best overall quality. He graduated from a university, can speak English, and has a teacher qualification certificate and Mandarin. What about the grade certificate. And you two are destined to share the same birthday."

Guan Sheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, looked at Fan Xi who was sitting upright again, and stood up beside him and said, "What a coincidence? Same year, same month, same day?"

He came, he came, he came with long legs... Fan Xi suddenly broke out in sweat, like splashing hot water along his spine.

Guan Sheng approached and sat down, and asked casually, "When were you born?"

Fan Xi replied in a low voice: "In the evening, I forgot the exact time."

As early as when his idols participated in the singer competition, he noticed that they had the same birthday, so he paid special attention to them and became a fan.

"Then I'm a little older than you, and I was born side by side with the sun." Guan Sheng smiled, "Your name is quite interesting, Fan Xi, porridge."

"Well, that's why my friend called me Little Porridge."

Guan Sheng adjusted his posture with a smile, and a thick and warm breath rushed into Fan Xi's nose, which was a fougere-scented perfume.

He really wanted to take a closer look at the idol's face, but his eyes seemed to be weighed down, and he only dared to linger on the carpet.The heart is light and fluttering, and it is about to fly out of the throat.

Suddenly, Guan Sheng got up, took back a stick like a chocolate bar, and placed it near Fan Xi's mouth.

God!The male god is feeding me!Fan Xi seemed to be floating in the clouds, opened his mouth in a dream, and bit down.

Can't bite.

He suddenly woke up, and after seeing what was in front of him, he hurriedly let go, and looked up at Guan Sheng again.The latter stared at the bitten recording pen with a blank expression, only the tip of his eyebrows twitched.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Guan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Fan Xi was so embarrassed that his face turned red and then pale. He took the recording pen and wiped it with his sleeve randomly, and then took out a wet wipe from his bag.

"It's okay," Guan Sheng joked amiably, "Are you hungry? Go get something to eat."

"I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry, you are busy with your work, don't worry about me."

Fan Xi returned the recording pen, Guan Sheng held it up in front of him again, and said softly: "Tell me something, I like to collect all kinds of voices in the world."

"say what?"

"Just say something."

Fan Xi thought for a few seconds, pursed his lips, and approached the recording pen: "Teacher Guan, I am your fan, and I can sing all your songs." His voice was very low and cautious, as if he was afraid of waking someone up.

Fans, this term seems to have fallen out of fashion.Guan Sheng was taken aback, and murmured as if feeling something: "Oh, I haven't released a new album for a long time."

"It's never too late for a good meal, and it's like Chinese New Year when you only release a single fan."

"By the way, which song of mine do you like the most?" Guan Sheng moved closer, with a trace of curiosity flowing out of his deep eyes like cold stars.

""Unreachable", " Fan Xi didn't think about it. Seeing that the idol didn't speak, he lowered his head and hummed a few words in shame. "After the rain, the inconspicuous concrete floor also has a blue sky. Since then, for the sake of the distant Unreachable you, I am always waiting for the sunny day..."

"You're out of tune." Guan Sheng dropped this sentence indifferently.He got up and returned to the original position, folded his long legs, and held up the "Being and Time" without raising his head again.

Fan Xi blushed and froze there like a signal light.This is his best song, and it is also a must-play song every time he gathers with friends in KTV, and he has worked hard to practice it.I wanted to impress the male god, but it turned out to be self-defeating.

Before boarding the plane, he asked Fang Bo in the bathroom: "Is Mr. Guan angry? Because I lost his singing tune."

"It's not a matter of being out of tune." Fang Bo shrugged and patted him on the shoulder again, ""Unreachable" was a song he released when he first debuted, and the lyrics and music were written in high school. Don't you think so? It seems that he has not improved, he should choose new songs to talk about."

"Ah, I understand." Fan Xi was stunned, but he didn't feel that Guan Sheng was a hypocrite.On the contrary, I think that the mind of a musician is delicate and turns a thousand times, which is why he can create so many good songs.

Fang Bo smiled: "It's okay, don't take it to heart. Brother Sheng is very interesting, and he won't be angry after a while."

Guan Sheng's temper is like a summer shower, coming and going in a hurry.When he was waiting to board the plane, he chatted with Fan Xi as normal again, and said, "Don't tell me to take care of the teacher, I'm not the principal, I take care of the teacher all day long, just call me Brother Sheng."

"Well, Brother Sheng." Fan Xi muttered tremblingly, "Actually, apart from "Unreachable", I also particularly like last year's single "Tears on April Fool's Day": Tears on April Fool's Day, it's hard to tell the truth False. Your apology is like the smell of smoke, you don’t care about your heart but only your lungs... It’s super nice, it’s the best song of last year, even my grandparents can sing it.”

Guan Sheng raised the corner of his mouth, thanked him, and started reading again, sometimes recording his reading experience with his mobile phone.The obscure philosophy book added a depth to his handsome profile.

Slowly, Fan Xi also relaxed, leaned into the comfortable seat of the business class, and stared at the lights of the terminal building outside the porthole.

At this time, my friend Su Pan sent another message to remind me: "I need to sign!!!"

He replied: "No rush, it's only a month."

Su Pan: "Bring me some health products: rosehip capsules, cranberry capsules, men's multivitamins, menopause balance tablets, Manuka honey..."

Fan Xi wanted to say that buying online is not the same, so he hesitated and replied: "Okay, it's all for your parents and your brother?"

Su Pan: "And my partner."

Fan Xi: "What do you want? Cosmetics?"

Su Pan: "Let's think about it, it seems nothing."

Fan Xi: "Is your cough better?"

Su Pan: "It's okay, the doctor said it's bronchitis, chronic."

Fan Xi: "When I go back, I'll tie you up and go check it out."

He turned off the screen of his phone, turned it on again, and stared at the screen for a while—the wallpaper was pipe sound, the night he won the singer contest six years ago.

The young man who supported Limai, followed the spotlight to chase his diamond-like eyes, and the fiery trees and silver flowers behind him were less than one-ten-thousandth of his brilliance.He stepped on the stage and looked at the unknown distance alone, as if he was stepping on the whole world under his feet.

Fan Xi straightened up, peeking at the real person not far away, he felt more handsome than the refined picture, less childish and youthful, more elegant and calm.

After the plane took off, the flight attendants began to provide services. Several passengers in the same cabin recognized the sound of the pipe and asked him to sign a group photo.The pipe voice met the requirements one by one, with a gentle smile on his face, which was more standard than Kong Shao.

As the lights dimmed, the passengers laid down their seats to rest one after another.Because it is a direct flight to Melbourne, you can sleep peacefully.Fan Xi played with the amenity bag without getting tired, stood up and took a sneak peek at Guan Sheng's cabin by tidying the quilt.The soft yellow reading light is on, and the sound of flipping books can be faintly heard.

Fan Xi knows that he loves to read, and all fans know that.I just didn't expect to be so thirsty for knowledge.

"It's really outstanding, so outstanding, but still easy to learn..." Fan Xi secretly made up his mind, "I also want to study hard, realize my dream, and become a qualified primary school physical education teacher."

The plane broke through the dark night, and before he knew it, Fan Xi's uncle in the back row had been snoring for an hour, but Guan Sheng was still awake, so he closed his book and ordered a glass of juice.

This is a good time to ask for autographs and maybe a few more words.