private island

This is an older community, but it is a school district house, and there are no small apartments.The greening rate is very high, and the distance between buildings is also large.Guan Sheng has also invested in other properties, but the location is not as good as here, saying that it is the most convenient place to live.

Fan Xi looked for the address Guan Sheng had told him, and knocked on the door of the building.

"Who is it?" A middle-aged male voice turned around the corner.He realized that he had made a mistake. This was Guan Sheng's parents' house on the same floor, so he apologized and called the door again.

"Which one?" It was a familiar gentle and clear voice.

"Hello, takeaway." He wiped the rain from his face and said in a tense voice.

"No point."

"Maybe it was called by your friend."

"what?"

He covered his mouth and smiled, then said in a normal voice, "Eight-treasure porridge."

Click—the door opened, and the man took a breath in shock and joy: "You... come in quickly!"

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Fan Xi was wrapped in a warm embrace, like a doll caught in a claw machine, and almost dangling in the door, the cool air made him shiver.

The fiery kiss made him warm again.

Guan Sheng pushed him against the door, lifted his helmet, greedily and savagely bit his lips, and murmured to taste the rainwater from the corner of his mouth: "I miss you so much, I miss you whenever I have time, and when I don't have time, I don't mind you. Miss you……"

"Then why don't you go find me? I told you where I live..." He asked between kisses, but got no answer.

By the end of the long, deep kiss, the floor mat had already been wet with water from the raincoat.Fan Xi quickly took it off and rolled it up, then stared blankly at the man smiling at him, his red and swollen lips half-opened.Until the other party touched the slippers on the ground with his toes and said, "Come in, silly boy."

"The scar on your face is much lighter." He looked carefully at Guan Sheng's face, "Can it be completely removed?"

The latter smiled wryly and shook his head slightly.

"Oh yes, I brought your son too." He kicked off his wet shoes and put down his travel bag.As soon as he unzipped the zipper, Shuaidai eagerly came out to look around. He was very excited about the home he had been away for a long time.

"My place is small, not enough for it to play, it's too suffocating, it's not as big as your house..." Fan Xi looked around Guan Sheng's house, his eyes rolled curiously.Guan Sheng has already penetrated into his life, but it is the first time for him to enter the life of the other party.

The house is at least 150 square meters, and the decoration style is simple and elegant. There are only three rooms, so it looks very spacious.The view outside the window is wide, you can see the International Trade Center in the east, and the West Mountain in the west.

In the living room near the French windows of the balcony, there is a black grand piano.This kind of delicate and highly textured black is the first time I have seen it.

"This is the one you mentioned, the very expensive Steinway." Fan Xi stretched out his hand and then retracted it, sticking out his tongue, "Don't touch it for you, haha."

"It's okay, I'm afraid it's biting your hand." Guan Sheng put a soft towel on his head, "Why are you wearing a helmet?"

"I borrowed an electric car and pretended to be a delivery boy, so I wouldn't attract attention." He wiped the rain from his neck and face, "It's raining, and there were no people outside."

He smiled, breathed stagnantly, and stared at him steadfastly.

His hairstyle was straightened by the helmet.On an ordinary face, moist black eyes are looking around, the whole person is like a wet weed, but it is better than all the magnificent and fragrant flowers.

Guan Sheng jumped towards him like a long jump, and then stopped the car, secretly annoyed by his impatience.Why, this kid is just dressed as an ordinary takeaway rider, but he is as attractive as wearing a thong?

"Come here, show you the place where I write songs." Guan Sheng suppressed his desire, took his hand, and walked into the room facing north.Seeing him touching the heavy door curiously, he explained with a smile: "This is a soundproof door. My studio has made the whole room soundproof, so even playing disco will not disturb the people."

Speaking of Bongdi, Fan Xi thought of his idol's unflattering dancing posture: "How is the dance practice?"

"Very good, it looks similar to radio gymnastics."

He laughed dumbfounded, and looked at his idol's HomeStudio.When chatting on the island, Guan Sheng said that whenever he had free time, he would hang out with music all night here.Once the door is closed, it is heaven.

There are many posters of foreign singers and bands randomly pasted on the wall. He can recognize Queen and REM because the lead singers are all gay.

There are two bookshelves by the window, one is filled with vinyl records, and the other is filled with music-related books and various novels.Fan Xi glanced at it, and found none related to acting, not even "Actor's Self-cultivation". No wonder the acting skills have solidified.

Surrounding an iMac, MIDI keyboards, synthesizers, sound cards, condenser microphones, monitor speakers and monitor headphones, mastering effects, compressors, digital mixers and other equipment are arranged in a chaotic order... Dense wires, Snaking across the carpet like a spider's web.

Fan Xi was curious about everything, and Guan Sheng patiently explained them one by one.Suddenly, he found that the wall was crooked, and his eyes widened in astonishment: "There is something wrong with the construction of this house!"

"It's specially made to reduce the standing wave reflection." Guan Sheng pointed his chin at the debris piled up on the wall, "And these are also the same. It's not that I'm lazy or don't like to clean up, it's to make the sound field more harmonious."

He turned on the computer, took this most special fan into his arms, clicked on the music production software, and showed the melodies born on the isolated island one by one.Some are just a chord, and some are almost complete tunes.

"Look, it's all entered into the computer."

"Combine with those lyrics, and the new album will be ready!" Fan Xi said naturally.

"It's not that simple! For a song, you have to repeatedly refine the lyrics, record the demo, arrange, record, mix, make the master tape, and finally shoot the MV. Composition is the most time-consuming." Guan Sheng put his arm around his Waist, slender and flexible fingers slowly wandering, "Some singers can only record line by line, and it all depends on the post-synthesis by the sound mixer."

"Who is it?" Fan Xi gossiped.

"It's the ones who are not very good at the scene. Now many people dare not turn on the mic at all, either out of tune or unstable breath." Guan Sheng raised his eyebrows and changed the subject, "It's not like me, the live king among male singers of the same age .”

Uh, it doesn't seem to be, but he is definitely a live prince... Fan Xi twisted his waist in disbelief, and slowly wrapped his arms around his neck like vines: "Can you finish that song "Undersea Radio Station" first? I like it. I'm DJ Starfish...lol..."

"Okay, next week I'm going to be a guest star in the group. I'll finish filming the scene in a week, and I'll start doing it when I come back." Guan Sheng looked at the man in his arms, with lust in his eyes, and smiled in a low voice, "My bed is also very good, would you like Go for a visit?"

"No hurry, sing me a few songs first." Fan Xi deliberately breathed into his ear, "I can't drink hot porridge in a hurry."

Fan Xi felt that he had become a melody in the hands of a man.

Break it down into scattered syllables, make them up again, and mess them up again.Sometimes soft, sometimes passionate.Just lingering in the low-pitched area, it suddenly jumped into the trembling high-pitched area, and the sky and the earth surged like waves.

On the way, afraid of being heard by the neighbors, I moved the battlefield to a soundproof studio, messing up the wires all over the place.

After the clouds cleared and the rain cleared, Fan Xi took a shower, lay heavily on the bed, and planned to sleep for a while.Just entered the detached state of emptying, and was suddenly pushed by someone, and fell back to reality: "Babao porridge, sorry, I can't keep you overnight."

He raised his sleepy eyes, looked at the man wrapped in a towel around his waist, thought for a while and said, "Then I'll leave at three or four o'clock."

Guan Sheng did not speak, but pursed his beautifully shaped lips, expressing embarrassment and apology with silence.Fan Xi understood, glanced at the weather forecast on his phone, and smiled to hide his disappointment: "Okay, the rain will stop in an hour, I'll leave then."

Guan Sheng smiled like a bad boy, and threw himself in front of him with open arms: "Chunxiao is worth a thousand gold for a moment, and four thousand gold for an hour, let's fight again!"

Fight six!There's only one hour left and you want to do this with me instead of having a heart-to-heart talk?Fan Xi straightened up like a carp, then flipped sideways and landed on the bed, causing Guan to exclaim "Niu B".

"I'd better go now, the rain stopped, and the paparazzi will come out." He quickly dressed, stuffed Shuai, who was wandering around, back into his travel bag, took out another card and threw it on the bed: "Your credit card. "

"This picture looks like you prostituted me." Guan Sheng joked, "I think it's convenient to meet up as a delivery man like this. Shall I buy you a new outfit?"

Buy a head!Fan Xi swore secretly that he would never do this kind of door-to-door service.Pretending to be deaf, he picked up his helmet, put on his shoes and left.

"Eight treasure porridge!" His idol chased him out.

His hand that was pressing towards the elevator was hanging in the air, and his heart felt hot, with unprecedented anticipation.If the other party asks him to stay, he should act arrogantly and then nod.

"Here's the handsome immunization book and dog certificate, as well as commonly used health care products." Guan Sheng handed over two small books and a bag of bottles and cans, "I wanted to drive you, but you came by bike .”

"It's okay." Fan Xi called the elevator, staring at the slowly rising numbers, suppressing the same rising bitterness, "Remember to drink more water."

The elevator door opened, and he strode in, poking the door close button quickly, not looking at the other party.To show that I am not reluctant to part with him, and even in a hurry to leave, so as to save some face.

The door closed, and the man raised his hand to block it.After a few seconds of silence, he said softly, "I'm sorry."

It was one o'clock in the morning, and the rain was still dense.

When riding out of the gate of the community, the security guard suddenly stopped him: "Hey, no, why did you come out?"

He said leisurely: "This is my last order, and I met a friend on the way."

"Why is your mouth swollen, did you fight?" The security guard shone a flashlight on him and looked him up and down suspiciously.

"Hypoglycemia, I passed out at my friend's house, and my friend gave me artificial respiration." He squinted his eyes to avoid the glaring white light, started the electric car and continued on.

There was sarcasm and questioning coming from behind, for fear that he wouldn't hear it, he deliberately raised his voice: "Hey, a food delivery guy, what kind of friends can he have here?"

He paused, turned back, and retorted loudly: "What's wrong with the food delivery? Did I steal it or rob it? There are rich and poor people, but there is no distinction between high and low. They all have the same nose and two eyes, who looks down on the other?"

The security guard gave him a squinting look, said nothing, and went back to his post.

He suppressed the anger in his heart, straightened his raincoat, and rode onto the main road.

Normally, he wouldn't argue with this person at all.Firstly, he has a docile temperament, and secondly, he knows his own strength. Once it rises to a physical conflict, he will definitely have to pay for other people's medical expenses.

Cultivating martial arts first cultivates the heart, and the masters are often amiable without showing their sharpness.And those who are domineering, have a dragon tattooed on their shoulders, and open up their postures at every turn, are all tender chickens who have just learned a little bit of three-legged cat kung fu.

When there were still three kilometers away from home, the speed of the car dropped significantly.He looked down at the battery gauge, screaming inwardly.The third baby next door made a mistake, and the electricity was not enough, so he didn't pay attention at all on the way here.

After a few minutes, the battery ran out, and he had to push the cart for the remaining one kilometer.

A sports car in the same direction galloped by, and the splashing water curtain was spectacular, like the tide of Qiantang River rushing straight into the bicycle lane, and he was bathed on the spot.

The cold rain poured into the collar wantonly, making the already cold chest even colder.

"Pfft - repair a few meters!" He spat out the water in his mouth, cursed, and continued to push the cart.

(Note: Xiujimi is a curse word in Qiandongnan, Guizhou, which originated from Miao language.)

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