Recognition

23.

Fang Baishao either didn't do it, or did it too hard.By the end of the two months of summer vacation, he had lost 15kg.

For the past two months, he and Du Zhong have been on voice calls. Sometimes Du Zhong calls him on the phone at night, and Fang Baishao is so tired that he falls asleep while chatting.Although Du Zhong was curious about what happened to the other party, but because he had a busy schedule, he didn't have time to video with the other party.

More than ten days before Fang Baishao returned to Quxiang Club, Du Zhong finally found free time and sent a video invitation to Fang Baishao. At first, Fang Baishao specially set the camera to the rear, until Du Zhong got angry Come: "Fang Baishao, what are you doing? Are you talking about cross talk with other jokers behind my back?"

Fang Baishao was embarrassed: "No, how could I, little uncle... You see, there is no one else around me."

"Then you point the camera at your face, why don't you dare to show me your face?"

"I..." Fang Baishao gritted his teeth, and changed the camera to the front. Fang Baishao's round face became much thinner due to the sudden weight loss, and there were edges and corners, and the whole person was tanned.

Seeing that Du Zhong was stunned and didn't speak, Fang Baishao didn't know what to think, so he said to Du Zhong: "Uncle, my weight will soon be 75kg, when I come back I..."

Changing the subject, Fang Baishao said with a smile: "I will definitely not embarrass you by being so flattering. I have not lost any of Liu Huoer's basic musical instrument skills. Don't worry."

"Fang Baishao, are you an idiot? Just wait for me!" Du Zhong hung up the phone after saying this. You shouldn't have done anything wrong, right?

As a result, three days later, Fang Baishao received a call from Du Zhong, asking him to pick him up at the airport.

When he took Eucommia back home, lived in his own house and went to visit Master Fang Baishao, Fang Baishao was in a daze.

Fang Baishao hadn't eaten for two months at night, Du Zhong made a bunch of dishes for him to eat with him, but considering that Fang Baishao was losing weight, the last dishes on the dinner table were light side dishes.

Fang Baishao ate a few mouthfuls along with Du Zhong, and wanted to ask Du Zhong why he came here, but he couldn't ask.

Du Zhong noticed Fang Baishao's strangeness: "If you have something to say, hurry up, I will leave tomorrow afternoon."

"Leaving tomorrow?" Fang Baishao didn't expect Du Zhong to leave so fast, "Is there any big deal for just coming here for a while?"

Du Zhong raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and put down the bowl and chopsticks: "You still have the nerve to ask? I'm here to scold you, and you have to eat on time to lose weight. What should you do if you suddenly lost weight?"

"I……"

"In short, start to lose weight slowly for me now, no more than four catties a month." Du Zhong touched Fang Baishao's face, "I'm not used to the sudden thinness of my face."

Fang Baishao felt that the part touched by Du Zhong was a little hot, but he was reluctant to move it away. He stared into Du Zhong's eyes and asked what he had always cared about: "Isn't it good-looking?"

Du Zhong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and moved his hand to the earlobe of the other party. There were earrings of the same style as his, and they were also shining under the old dim light: "You look good, you used to be good-looking."

Fang Baishao felt as if his whole body was being ignited, and the scorching heat spread from the earlobe until his whole face turned red in an instant, and when he was about to lose his sanity, his master swayed over: "Take Yu, what are you doing?"

Fang Baishao stood up in a panic: "Master, I...go get you a glass of water!"

"Hey! No need!" Master Fang Baishao stretched out his palm-leaf fan and didn't stop him, only to see Fang Baishao disappeared in place in a flash.

The master sighed helplessly, then looked at Du Zhong and asked the same question again: "Rehearsal or true love?"

"As you can see, Senior Brother." Du Zhong didn't intend to hide anything, and his eyes were extremely firm.

The master stared at it for a while, and finally sighed helplessly and sat down cursingly: "I said that the child came back as if he was stimulated, moving around every day... so let's talk about it earlier, the child is very sensitive."

"Well, I know."

24.

When Fang Baishao got up, Eucommia had already practiced the basic skills in the yard. At this time, everyone hadn't woken up yet, and the two of them were practicing the basic skills together.

Practicing Du Zhong said: "The class leader asked us to go back next time and start to talk about "Three Festivals Worshiping Flowers Lane". How is your practice?"

"It shouldn't be a problem if you just perform like this." Fang Baishao said and took out the allegro, "How about I give the little uncle a piece?"

Du Zhong nodded, and also took the Allegro: "Let me cooperate with you, and check the words by the way."

Fang Baishao didn't think much about it, the two started talking in a tacit understanding, thinking that this was a spot check homework, and Du Zhong would cooperate well, who knew that when it was time to sing, Du Zhong would start acting like a demon again, no matter how he sang It's not fun to be funny, and the whole person sticks to it.

"Hey, my mother-in-law! Tell the old woman to come with me..." Fang Baishao looked at a certain tease who was completely lying in his arms, and when Fang Baishao looked over, he raised an eyebrow: "No, I don't Walk……"

Fang Baishao suddenly felt that the person in front of him was going to play ethics games with him again, so he took advantage of the situation and pretended to be angry: "Are you still acting?"

"Brother Bai Shao thinks I'm acting?" Du Zhong also put down the Allegro, hooked his hands on Fang Bai Shao's neck, "There is no audience here, is it necessary for me to do this just to match the words?"

Du Zhong always only called him "Qing Xu" on stage, and only the audience was his real name. Fang Baishao thought that the two were performing on stage now, but who knew that the other party suddenly called him by his real name.

He was a little confused for a moment, whether he was on stage or off stage now.

"I..." Fang Baishao faltered.

Du Zhong approached step by step: "Fang Baishao, do you like me?"

"like."

Maybe it was because the other party said it calmly, Fang Baishao didn't even have time to get entangled, and took advantage of the situation to express his feelings, and only wished to bite his own tongue off after speaking.

But the smile of the person opposite did not stop, and joy slowly overflowed from his eyes.

"Coincidentally, I like you too, let's be together."

"it is good."

25.

Fang Baishao fell asleep after sending Du Zhong away, and didn't wake up until Du Zhong made a video call to him at night.

"Why are you just waking up now? Have you eaten dinner yet?" Du Zhong's background voice was a little louder, "Today there is a performance in the garden, and they are quite noisy, can you hear me clearly?"

Fang Baishao nodded, looking at Eucommia who still looks good without the dermabrasion filter, a little confused: "I can hear you clearly, I've eaten it."

The two talked about some things, Yuanzi's performance, Master's recent situation, until finally Du Zhong was about to take the stage, Fang Baishao still looked very well-behaved.

Du Zhong saw the fugue of a certain fan: "I won't call after the performance, don't you plan to give your new boyfriend a good night kiss?"

"Good night, good night..." Fang Baishao stammered a little bit, but he didn't expect the other party to see his thoughts.

"Good night, I love you, I really hope to see you in the capital soon, and have a cross talk with you." Someone behind Du Zhong called him, and he hurriedly answered and hung up the phone.

Fang Baishao was holding the phone, listening to the irregular heartbeat, since the morning he always thought that he woke up too early and had a dream, so it was rare to come back to catch up on sleep.

On the phone, Fang Baishao didn't dare to act recklessly, fearing that he might confuse the dream with the reality, and he didn't wake up like a dream until Eucommia's last farewell.

"That's great, it's not a dream."