[Idol trainee] please pick me up

On this autumn day when the sky was high and the clouds were clear, the wind was far away and the water was clear, he waited for a belated confession.

"I really, really, very, very, very much like Senior. So please agree to date me, Senior, please!"

Pu Yuzhen, who had been searching all the way to find the way, was in poor physical strength. He was panting all the way, and sweat flowed down his chin all the way.

The rooftop, the blue sky, the bed sheets blowing in the wind, and the clean and fresh smell are indeed one of the most suitable atmospheres for confession in novels and anime.

It's a pity that there are no white pigeons flying by in groups, otherwise it would be perfect and picturesque.

He turned around and smiled wryly.

"Are you coming to confess with empty hands?"

But he uttered such an unreasonable and unromantic line.

"Eh?" Pu Yuzhen was surprised at first, and then embarrassed, as if he was really awakened, realizing that he was too straight and unattractive.

"I just want to tease you because I see you are so serious."

Both of them lowered their heads and giggled, not knowing what they were giggling at.

In this way, the relationship is easily established.

Now that I think about it, it's really not romantic at all, not formal at all, but...

Such a scene will never be forgotten in a lifetime.

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Pickled Duxian, which has contracted the umami taste of Shanghainese for a year.

Compared with the usual bright red color and mellow taste of local dishes, this dish looks really bland.

The broth is crystal clear, and the stew seems to be more about form than taste.

Take it easy, can the taste be good?You have to taste it to know.

The hooves, fire ingredients and spring bamboo shoots with dew are stewed together, topped with three-year-old Huadiao wine, served with wolfberries and simmered slowly over medium heat.

After a sip, it is extremely fresh, extremely mellow, and has a pleasant aftertaste.

like this guy.

It's like Japanese scented tea.Even if you brew a pinch of it with the most common water, the tea soup is amber in color, but no matter how you brew it, it will not be thick, and naturally it will not be bitter.Just a faint aroma, the entrance is sweet.

It is as clear and gentle as a mountain spring. After drinking it, both sides of the tongue and the gums are sweet. Even those who don’t like tea will never forget it after drinking it once.

But at this time, this meal should be tasted carefully and slowly, because I am afraid that I will not be able to eat it again for a long time.

After all, after eating this salted Duxian, they will part again.

Although the two always get together less and leave more, they have never experienced so many partings since they met in the previous life, and they have almost lost contact.

Park Yuzhen has to stay in the military for a full 26 months, and he will participate in the upcoming produce101 with his younger brothers. Less than half a year later, there will be another 202.

Although they were all going to South Korea, and they set off together again, the communication equipment was confiscated, and they lost external contact and rest time. It would take a few months for them to have a few words, let alone see each other again.

I want to take advantage of this atmosphere to drink some red wine and get a little drunk, so that I won't have a headache when I wake up the next day.After being coaxed to wash up, I had breakfast, and then took them with me to catch the plane.He doesn't have to worry about everything, just pretend to be hungover and enjoy the feeling of being cared for, and then sleep in someone's arms after getting on the plane and sitting still.During the period, there was no need to communicate and say anything, and I didn't want to add to the sadness of parting. After getting off the plane, I smiled and said goodbye, and went to our respective directions. The goodbye will be at least half a year later.

That would be a perfect day.

"Okay, just a little drink, be careful of headache tomorrow." However, Pu Yuzhen only allowed him to drink a little.

After drinking from the bottom of a cup, it is difficult to ask the young man to pour the wine for him.But he drank less than half a cup together, and was about to make a living by himself, but Pu Yuzhen had already walked over and kissed his chin, and swiftly and decisively took away the bottle.

He didn't even give him this chance, so he was so angry.

However, the bottom of my heart was a little sour and I jumped up for joy.

There are always people who say, I'm sorry I didn't meet you at the best age.

But as long as you are the right person, no matter what year you meet, it is the best time.

It's just that most people can't afford to wait, dare not wait, and can't bear it.

Satisfied with wine and food, with a little bit of drinking energy, Pu Yuzhen grabbed his collar when he came to clean up the dishes, and the boy was pulled by him so that he had to bow his head, only him was reflected in the boy's eyes, The expression is helpless and doting, and he has the appearance of his previous life again, so Su makes people feel flustered.

He offered his lips, and the gentle and delicate kiss made people fascinated. There were subtle sounds of water and panting, squinting to see the intimate and charming reflections of the two on the wall, like mandarin ducks crossing their necks.

"You broke your throat today, and no one came to save you." He giggled, pecking the young man's lips again and again, and dodged far away when the man wanted to kiss him back, very skinny.

"What do seniors want to do?"

"Trash you." He bit the man's cheek with one bite, and then he was picked up by Pu Yuzhen and put on his lap.

"Senior, you are drunk."

Pu Yuzhen scraped the tip of his nose, and kissed his earlobe helplessly, his gentle and low sigh seemed to hypnotize him.

"Aren't you drunk?" He tilted his head, as if really puzzled.

The lights are dim and the atmosphere is just right.

That night—they didn't grow.

That's right, because there is still a schedule, and there is still a flight to catch. In short, it is excuses of one kind or another.

Could it be that it can't work, I'm really pissed off.

He has a good temper after all, so he owes an overlord to fight hard and use strong means to force this kid to submit.

"Um...sir, do you need me to change the spoon for you? Hehe." Seeing him breaking the disposable spoon, the flight attendant was sweating coldly, trying hard to maintain a professional smile with eight teeth.

Mom, it's so unexpected and terrifying to perform a miracle that doesn't match the appearance.

"It's troublesome."

Okay, restrain your emotions, hold your breath, and smile.

However, the expression on the flight attendant's sister was even more frightening.

He regretted it a little. It was not his fault that he spent the last part of the journey in a fit of anger and cold war, but wanted to be coaxed.

In the sound of the forecast that the plane was about to land, the boy gently took his hand, even though he twitched twice, he would not let go.

After all, after getting off the plane, there will be no chance to hold hands without any scruples again.

"I was wrong~" Said in his ear, the young man gave in, and also gave him a step down for the always arrogant senior.

"You can't flirt with others, don't let me find out what strange things you posted on your ins and circle of friends again." Pulling Pu Yuzhen's face vigorously, the other party pretended to be hurt so much that he frowned and begged for mercy before he was satisfied. .

"No one in the army can be ambiguous."

Having said that, there are young and beautiful female military doctors in TV dramas, princesses in distress when performing missions, and civilian men being robbed, and so on...well.

"Stop talking nonsense, do you hear me?"

With a blushing face and a stern threat.

"I know, I know." Kissing his fingers, his boy's smile was a little deformed because of the pain in his face, but it was very cute.

Parting is easy, but lovesickness is bitter.

For two and a half years, we could only rely on the very occasional WeChat as the only way of contact.Unable to meet each other, and even afraid to make phone calls, how did you survive such days?

Even the most primitive communication method of letters commonly used in the army has to consider where he is now, whether he can receive it, and what method he uses to pretend to be an ordinary fan letter.Always be careful of being stolen by illegitimate fans, so in the end I can only send emails.

People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong, so it's always the same.

[Look, Chengcheng is sleeping like a pig] Fan Chengcheng, who is exhausted with the pictures, is lying on the sofa with his mouth open and drooling, and there are two small animals squeezed next to him, three fluffy heads together, small curl up.

【senior!We are on the warship show today! 】The accompanying picture is a photo taken directly by the drone of the military band.

The two seem to be chatting, and it seems that they are not on the same channel, but they seem to be on the same channel after a long time.

In this way, day after day, the reunion two years later has changed.

Looking at the photos he sent, the teenager has changed from the whiteness of milk to the color of honey and milk, making his teeth look abnormally white.

The photography skills are still bad, and he doesn't even remember what Pu Yuzhen looks like.

Invite him to watch the graduation ceremony at the school, although it is not his own.

And invited him to watch his performance, although it was just an accompaniment.

He needs to be fully armed in this hot July to prevent himself from being recognized by the sharp-eyed microscope girl.Sweating profusely after such a tossing, the heat is about to realize prickly heat, just to watch his performance for a few minutes.

I'm afraid I'm not stupid to really watch it.

So now he is sitting in the corner of the last row in anger, waiting for his boy to perform on stage.

Pu Yuzhen went on stage first, and it was rare to wear an evening dress.

Because he joined the army, his shaved hair hasn't fully grown out yet, so he really doesn't look like a musical talent, but rather like a sports talent mixed in with a group of literary and artistic youths.

But Sheng is tall and straight, with a good temperament, and the soldier's style is unconsciously revealed by hormones. It should be very beautiful to sit on the piano bench with tight thigh muscles protruding slightly, but this kind of detail is only in the front row. The girl can catch it, he sits too far away, it's not bad to be able to see people clearly.

And the very familiar senior sister came to the stage and bowed, heralding the sound of a song.

"Morning Moon", the name of the song.

It sounds like literature and art, I don't know if I learned it from my senior sister, after all, it is impossible to teach these things in the army.

He was bitter and jealous.

However, the moment he spoke, all the messy thoughts in his head were completely washed away.

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It's okay, today too, endure well, do well.

How many times have I wandered the road, a moonlight shone on my body as before.

Without saying a word, tears pour down, the moon is so lonely before dawn.

In the dark night where the moonlight can't even care, I am alone, and I can't get any answers to my prayers.

Don't cry anymore, just sit down for a while.

The female voice with a crying voice sang like this, as if telling her own story.And the young man behind him still smiled quietly and concentrated on playing the piano, the sound of the piano poured down like water and moon at his fingertips.

In this way, following the artistic conception in the song, I came to a cool autumn night.

Walking alone on the road, it seems that the whole world has lost contact with me, and I don't know where to go and where I can take myself.

The only thing that can accompany me is the current moonlight, but the morning is coming, and this familiar moon will also leave me.

It's dawn, where are we going?

What kind of state of mind is this, probably already drowned in lonely love, wanting to ask you for help, but afraid of disturbing you.

Don't cry anymore, just sit down for a while.

Why do you want to cry at the graduation ceremony? Isn't this person's style always positive.

The audience cried together, and he got up and went backstage.

Pu Yuzhen knew that he would come, so he greeted him at the door early.The backstage dressing room had already finished its mission tonight, and now there were only the two of them in the dressing room filled with rich and complex scents of powder.

The act of taking off a mask for someone is just like the moment when an Indian dancer takes off her veil. It has an indescribable and wonderful sense of sight, which makes people want to laugh and heartbeat.

He was ready to smile until just now, and the two of them showed a row of neat and white teeth, and this was a perfect reunion.However, at the moment when the mask was taken off, as if all defenses were taken off, tears rolled out of the eyes as soon as the nose was sore.

Pu Yuzhen's heart tightened, and he quickly hugged him.

"I'm here," he said.

With one arm around his waist, one hand patted his back, and his head lightly rubbed against his, trying to give his senior a sense of security.And he buried his face in the socket of Pu Yuzhen's shoulder, wetting the cloth on the boy's shoulder.

It was so embarrassing, I didn't want to cry at all.

People are like this, things that they can bear, but they are coaxed, but they are so wronged that they can't bear it.

I cried and sweated in the summer, and my voice, which is usually carefully protected from any irritating diet, is also a little hoarse. From the inexplicable grievance at the beginning, it turned into a little anger.

"It's all your fault." He punched him hard to vent his anger, and the boy's back was chiseled.

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault." Shunpo hurriedly coaxed the donkey down, and helped the irritable rabbit to straighten the hairstyle that had been crushed by the hat.

"What's for dinner?"

"As far as you are concerned, drink hot tea in summer." He took a sip of tea from the thermos cup and glanced away, but the two of them held hands together. "I haven't had barbecue over there for a long time, and I will eat it at night." Let's grill."

"Aren't you afraid of eating bad throat?"

"Not afraid."

"Do you really want to eat barbecue?"

"You talk so much nonsense, let me go back."

"Okay, eat, eat, walk around."

The author has something to say:

Morning Moon: The Chinese translation of Netease Cloud is "Morning Moon", singer nov, here is my own translation, because I think the original translation is too simple and rude, so I don't know if everyone can accept it.

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This chapter is also to shorten the time of breaking the update

For the new pit, because I still have to attend classes and practice, I feel that it will be a little stressful to maintain two or three articles at the same time, and when no one pays attention to me, I actually lack motivation, so the various different world canteens next door tentatively set a daily schedule. It will be updated late on Sunday (weekend), if there are more people supporting it, it will be updated.

Tutor Wen and the different world cafeteria will be updated synchronously in the first week, just spend a little time and effort, and resume normal updates after the first week

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PS: Actually, I really like Cheng Xiao and Zhou Jieqiong, and I really want to write bg for the new article, especially Cheng Xiao is so sweet and cute, and he is so cute when he smiles www

Is this the most dangerous thought I've ever had?

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