Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

Regarding Ge Qiao's question, Zhong Mingcan's response was very flat: "It's probably the feeling of confessing and being confessed. Many people need some rituals before deciding to stay together. On the one hand, they can adapt themselves to new roles earlier. , On the one hand, it also has more sense of substitution.”

He interpreted a romantic event very unromantically.

However, Ge Qiao found a little stability in this realistic analysis. He groped a few times and climbed onto Zhong Mingchan's shoulder, yawned, and said, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

"Want me to carry you into the house?" Zhong Ming smiled.

Ge Qiao said lazily: "Well, you can't waste the results of your hard work."

"Okay," Zhong Mingcan held his waist with one hand and hooked his knees with one hand, picked him up easily, and walked into the back room with his slippers on. "Do you want to test other results? I can..."

Ge Qiao clicked his tongue, interrupted his flirting, rolled his eyes a few times, and started a more serious tone than him: "Why do you ask so many questions, now I'm in your hands, just do whatever you want Do it, what are you asking, you are still waiting for me to reject you?"

Zhong Mingcan shut up obediently. He never disobeyed Ge Qiao's words. At this moment, after hearing what Ge Qiao said, he turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

"Go, go wash first."

On that day, Zhong Mingcan promised that Zhong Mingcan would take Kong Qingshan out alone to relax and chat. Ge Qiao made an appointment the next day. He didn't dare to delay. First, he was worried about Kong Qingshan's state. When you settle down, you don't know when you will retreat.

He spent several days seriously thinking about this question, why did he start to be afraid of Kong Qingshan.

Ask yourself, he, Ge Qiao, is not someone who likes to reminisce about the past, but now that he meets Kong Qingshan again, he can't help but recall the past from time to time, as if he was pushed out of this world at the beginning, frozen for four years and then came back, he is still the same, But Kong Qingshan has changed from 17 to 21 years old, and the years in between just evaporated.Teenagers change their appearance every day, Ge Qiao feels strange, and he is still not used to it.

He thought it was only because of himself.

Ge Qiao came to the place agreed by Kong Qingshan. It was an elegant and quiet tea restaurant, just across the road from the BlueSquare venue. Through the window glass, you could see the huge square blue iron container on the opposite side, and the sycamore tree The roof has been dyed green, sitting on the seat, tasting the authentic pineapple buns and milk tea, leisurely, the perspective here is like a perfect viewing platform.

He only waited for a short while, and Kong Qingshan came.

He was wearing a dark brown long-sleeved T-shirt, washed blue jeans, a pair of immaculate white canvas shoes, smooth black hair, a hat pressed down, and a huge mask, and he came in style.

This is Ge Qiao's familiar appearance.

"You still like to wear canvas shoes?" Ge Qiao seemed a little too embarrassed, and couldn't find a topic that could be used as an opening statement, so he blurted out.

"Yes," Kong Qingshan sat opposite Ge Qiao, glanced out of the window inadvertently, and immediately looked away, he smiled happily, "I'm afraid that the pair you gave me will get dirty, so I put them in the shoe cabinet as a collection." , I have never dared to wear it."

"Aren't shoes just for wearing?" Ge Qiao also smiled, "What do you want this year? Your birthday is a few days away, right? Another pair of shoes?"

"Don't don't, give me something else, I'm sure I'm still reluctant to wear it, and the shoe cabinet can't fit..."

It has been three years since Ge Qiao gave those shoes last time. The boy grew up fast, and the size was just right at that time. Even if he wanted to wear it now, he would definitely not be able to wear it now, but the two of them knew it. Not a word is said about this extremely long time gap.

"I still want to eat birthday cake." Kong Qingshan said suddenly.

Ge Qiao laughed at him: "Sure enough, it still tastes like a child."

"I'm just a kid!" Kong Qingshan curled his lips, "I'm seven years younger than you!"

Ge Qiao set out the knives and forks for him, then picked up a few tissues and put them in front of him, taking care of him like taking care of his own son, and his words became doting, "Yes, yes, you are still a child, wait until the meal is over , I’ll pick out a birthday cake for you, take it back to the dormitory, and share it with your teammates.”

"I don't live in the dormitory anymore." Kong Qingshan tore a piece of pineapple bun, stuffed it in his mouth, and said, "I moved out a long time ago, and now I'm living outside."

"Why don't you live together?"

"It's too noisy, and privacy is not guaranteed. If you have to go out, you have to report it. It's not convenient."

"Who paid the rent for you?" Ge Qiao knew that the newly debuted idol basically didn't have much money, and as far as he knew, Kong Qingshan only had his mother at home, and she made a living by sewing clothes. The housing prices in Pingjing were ridiculously expensive. Where did he come from? The money to rent a house?

Kong Qingshan snorted and took a few sips of milk tea, wiped his mouth, and said confidently: "Of course it's my mother. It's more than 3000 a month, which is not very expensive."

Ge Qiao's expression was a bit indescribable: "You—"

"Unfilial?" Kong Qingshan seemed to have guessed what Ge Qiao was going to say, he chuckled, "My mother said, when I make a lot of money in the future, I can pay her back with the principal and interest. This is her future pension money, of course I You can't just leave like this!"

Seeing through his mind, Ge Qiao was still a little awkward. He took a sip of milk tea and changed the subject, "Then I'll buy you a smaller cake. If you eat it alone, it's too big to eat. It's a waste."

Speaking of this, Kong Qingshan pursed his lips, suddenly looked up at Ge Qiao, and asked seriously: "Do you remember the broken piece of cake we ate when we met for the first time? Do you know where I can buy it?"

Ge Qiao didn't expect him to ask this question, he was slightly startled, thought for a while, and shook his head: "I don't know, it's been so long, I didn't pay attention at the time, where can I find it now, maybe that's The bakery is closed."

"What a pity," Kong Qingshan said regretfully, "that cake is really delicious."

Ge Qiao thought he was cute, so he couldn't help teasing a few more words: "Are you still thinking about the 16th birthday cake?"

"Because it's really delicious!" Kong Qingshan was not ashamed, and answered naturally, "Besides, the meaning is far-reaching. Don't we have a gang name? Cake Love?"

Ge Qiao was so teased by him that he looked up and laughed loudly, his face flushed from laughing: "Hahahahaha and the name of the gang, you are a second grader, hahahahaha!"

Infected by his smile, Kong Qingshan also laughed and laughed: "What's the matter? Isn't it very appropriate? We have a close relationship, and we are still a 'forgetful friendship' spanning seven years. What a quack spirit! It's a gang, there's nothing wrong with it! "

Ge Qiao didn't answer, but continued to laugh.

"But I've been thinking recently, when the cooperation with Mr. Zhong is over, I won't be an idol anymore."

Ge Qiao's smile froze for an instant, before he could react: "Why not be an idol?"

Kong Qingshan glanced at him with soft eyes: "It's literally, I don't want to be an idol anymore."

Ge Qiao was puzzled: "Why?"

"There are many reasons. Anyway, I feel that there is no money to make. I have to share the running schedule with the company first, and then share it with the members. The money I can get in the end is too little. If this continues, when will I be able to make up enough money?" Return the money to my mother—" At the end, he stretched his arms and lay down on the table.

"Get up, is the table dirty?" Ge Qiao slapped his arm, and then pulled his arm up by the sleeve of his clothes, "Then, have you thought about how much liquidated damages will be paid?" Regarding this issue, Ge Qiao thought very realistically.

"It's not a big problem..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, then sat upright, looked up at Ge Qiao, and smiled a little more restrained than before, "Actually, I'm just thinking about it, come and go Now, it's so easy to just leave, and I'll tell you, I won't complain like that with others..."

Ge Qiao's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered what Zhong Mingcan told him that night: "Listen to him more, and you just go along with it, and don't suppress his enthusiasm for talking and chatting."

He nodded to Kong Qingshan, and asked with interest: "Then after you stop being an idol, is there anything you want to do in particular?"

When Kong Qingshan heard this question, his eyes suddenly lit up. He leaned forward and leaned against the edge of the table, his face was full of excitement, and his smile became full: "Of course!"

"For example?" Ge Qiao smiled and took a bite of the pineapple bun, listening attentively.

"I want to go to the TV Tower and Aquarium in Shanghai first!"

"Oh, there's nothing interesting there..." Ge Qiao denied first like a conditioned reflex, and suddenly realized that he was disappointing again, so he quickly stopped the conversation and changed his tone, "It's pretty good, but I still suggest you go to the Northeast for the aquarium Dalini, I heard that the crocodile show there is very exciting, and people will put their heads in the crocodile's mouth..."

"Wow!" Kong Qingshan's eyes widened, "What if the crocodile suddenly becomes irritable and bites down?"

"That kind of thing won't happen," Ge Qiao said disapprovingly. "Otherwise, wouldn't it be an accident? Since they have performed for so long and are still so famous, there must be no such accident."

"I still feel terrible," Kong Qingshan shrank his neck and rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, and said, "Accidents, accidents, what can be expected is not an accident."

"Besides Shanghai, is there no other place you want to go?" Ge Qiao thought to himself, other places are fine, if he goes to Shanghai, he doesn't want to be a companion.

"Then go to Qindao, and then to Xijiang. I want to see the sea, and I want to see the Tianshan Mountains."

"Xijiang is really good!" Ge Qiao agreed, "My child is very discerning. The Tianshan Mountains in Xijiang are really beautiful. If you go in July and August, you will feel very cool standing at the foot of the mountain. You can also ride a horse, enter a yurt, and eat food. mutton."

"Brother, have you been there?"

"Well, after staying for a while, if you have time to travel in the future, I can accompany you to see it."

Kong Qingshan was stunned for a moment, then fell silent, as if he was calculating his schedule, and when he spoke again, he smiled like a flower: "Okay."

"Brother, do you prefer a place far from home or a place close to home?"

Ge Qiao thought for a while: "Let's stay away from home."

"Why?" Kong Qingshan asked, "Because of curiosity, what does it look like?"

"Probably." Ge Qiao answered very vaguely. He actually had no idea. If it wasn't because he couldn't stay in Shanghai, he might still be in a southern city, not far from home, doing a similar job. Living a similar salary, living a similar pace of life, experiencing a different climate, renting a different residence, and meeting different people.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly felt a little grateful to Yang Guhai. Without him, there would be no bad college life, and without a bad college life, he would not go north to Pingjing. If he didn't come to Pingjing, he would never know Zhu Zan and his group of lovely friends will never fall in love with Zhong Mingcan.

At some point, Kong Qingshan continued to talk about his future wishes: "...If I don't want to be an idol anymore, I don't want to stay in Pingjing anymore. I will go to travel around the country first, and then travel around the world. I want to go back again In Rongcheng, go to the breakfast shop I used to go to when I was a child, order a breakfast in Rongcheng dialect, and sit on the side of the road to eat for three days and three nights."

His voice was very flat, as if he was talking about homework. Ge Qiao can buy a plane ticket and fly over to realize these simple wishes, but if placed on Kong Qingshan, they can only become future needs to wait for. Dreams that may or may not come true with Patience.

It is said that being an idol is the happiest profession in the world. It gives others dreams and at the same time realizes their own ideals. But what people see is just the appearance. What coexists with this seemingly beautiful profession is a pair of heavy shackles. , It firmly restrains the pace of this group of children, where the manager is, they will be there, where the fans are, they will be there, where the media, paparazzi, and platforms that can be exposed, they will be there.

They have no freedom, and neither does Kong Qingshan.

Ge Qiao couldn't bear to break Kong Qingshan's dreamy and beautiful imagination, and didn't dare to ask "When are you free? We can go to other places to play together".

Kong Qingshan noticed that Ge Qiao was talking less and less, he stopped his thoughts of dreaming, and smiled slightly: "Do you think that the more you talk, the more outrageous it is, and the harder it is to realize?"

"You can start with the nearby places first, such as going to Qindao to see the sea and so on." Ge Qiao gave him an idea.

"I know, I can't go." Kong Qingshan ignored this idea. He rested his elbows on the table, rested his chin, and raised his smile. Then we have to train, and Lucifer will return after four months, what should we do? This time they seem to have collided with AIX again."

"Not afraid, what are you afraid of? Although I don't want to admit it, Lucifer is indeed a bit stronger than AIX..." Ge Qiao curled his lips, "If it weren't for the fact that AIX had several negative/news stories this year, its popularity wouldn't have declined. so much……"

While chatting, the topic turned to work again.

Ge Qiaoduo didn't want to continue to lead him to imagine the future because he couldn't bear it.Between the lines, Kong Qingshan's confusion and struggles are exposed nakedly, and Ge Qiao suddenly feels that the person in front of him seems to be out of tune with this world. He is beautiful, delicate, and perfect, but serious, simple, and fragile.For a character like Kong Qingshan, it’s hard to tell what it looks like in front of everyone. He is neither in the light nor in the dark. He just stands on the edge of light and shadow, lingering, waiting to be dealt with.

He is dangerous, and it can even be said that he is in danger all the time.Maybe there is someone who can lead him to the light, but there are also people who hope to plunge him into the dark valley.

What is certain is that he is no longer that sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid.It's just that Ge Qiao no longer knows who he is.

After eating a meal for more than three hours, Kong Qingshan opened up the conversation box, as if he had returned to the state a few years ago, he was no longer so cautious, and said a lot of words, as if to make up for all the vacant time between him and Ge Qiao. He poured out his stomach full of trivial matters to Ge Qiao.They ate to their heart's content and seemed to have a great time chatting.

When walking out of the door of the tea restaurant, the sky was already slightly dark, and the sky blue wall of BlueSquare was smudged with the hazy night, turning into a slightly darker sea blue, which made it look more quiet and solemn.

Ge Qiao took Kong Qingshan to buy a birthday cake. Considering that Kong Qingshan was eating it alone, he finally chose a medium-sized chocolate cream cake. Kong Qingshan likes egg products and chocolate, so this one is the most suitable. Ge Qiao said with a smile, "I am in a good mood." If you are in a bad mood, you can eat it in one meal, and if you are in a bad mood, you can divide it into three meals."

Kong Qingshan objected, "You eat more when you're in a bad mood." He glanced at Ge Qiao and teased with a smile, "It looks like you've never been in a bad mood, and you're always happy every day, right? I don't even know this!"

"Are you often in a bad mood?" Ge Qiao didn't miss this opportunity and asked tentatively.

"No, actually it has nothing to do with my mood. I can't eat a lot even if I'm in a good mood. Control my weight—I want to be on TV—" Kong Qingshan sighed, pretending to be sad.

Ge Qiao raised his hand and rubbed the top of Kong Qingshan's hat, "You are already thin enough, if you don't eat more, fans should protest."

"They won't," Kong Qingshan took the cake packed by the clerk, carefully held it in his hand, and stuck out his tongue at Ge Qiao, "No matter what I look like, they will only say 'love me'."

Ge Qiao followed half a step behind him and walked towards the door.

Suddenly there was a burst of cicadas singing in the air. At the beginning of June, the chill still persisted, and it was not the season for cicadas to dispatch. Ge Qiao was taken aback for a moment, thinking it was an auditory hallucination, and wanted to distinguish it carefully.

Kong Qingshan's voice came to his ears first: "Then—Brother Ge Qiao, shall we see you first?"

When I turned my gaze, I happened to meet Kong Qingshan's beautiful smiling face. Although he was standing on the side of the road, his outline was mostly blurred by the night, but it was still shining faintly. This beam of light has always followed this person, since birth , until the end of old age and death, even the night can't do anything about it.

Ge Qiao was taken aback again, "Huh? Oh, um, goodbye then..." Finally came to his senses, "I had a lot of fun today, so you should go home early and rest."

Kong Qingshan nodded, smiled and waved as he walked into the distance, "Then goodbye Ge Qiaoge, go back early."

When parting, Ge Qiao turned his head once, and Kong Qingshan's back looked light and fluffy, like a thin feather that couldn't be caught in his hand, he flashed lightly, and disappeared immediately.