Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

Quiet Sunday morning.

Ge Qiao woke up early in the morning, sneaked out of bed, and turned around step by step, for fear of waking up Zhong Mingcan. I don't know if it was because he was busy preparing for next week's recording. It was Ge Qiao who woke him up before going to work the next time.

Since Zhong Mingcan "officially invited" Ge Qiao to live together last time, Ge Qiao was not ambiguous at all. First, he brought back a drawer of documents at home, several sets of suits and uniforms, and the rain squelcher. The book and the doll that Zhong Mingcan caught with the claw machine were brought back. Although there were still a few fragments left in the apartment, and he didn't make it clear to the landlord Shen Yan, but generally speaking, he was living in Zhong Mingcan's house. .

In fact, Zhong Mingcan asked him if he wanted to find a better and bigger house to buy, but Ge Qiao thought about it and found it troublesome. He is not a person who pursues much material life, so buying a good house is probably a waste Real estate developers are good resources.

Moreover, if it really changed to a new house, it would be absolutely impossible for Ge Qiao to be as interested in making breakfast for Zhong Mingcan as he is now.

Of course, even in this warm and simple nest, he is still afraid that he will accidentally blow up the kitchen.

But Ge Qiao has been thinking about making breakfast for Zhong Mingcan since last night. Although he is afraid of starting a fire, overturning the pot, and fearing that he won't be able to grasp the amount of ingredients, he still has to try to make a meal.

Zhong Mingcan gave him too much sense of happiness and security. He always felt that Zhong Mingcan had completely dedicated himself before showing his love. And a little ashamed.

Besides, he was a little selfish, wanting to prove that he could tell his boyfriend in other ways besides the sex issue: Ge Qiao really loves Zhong Mingcan.

He dug out a box of sugar biscuit DIY material package secretly bought from the supermarket, and carefully read the instructions printed on it.Modern society is becoming more and more friendly to "life-style handicapped" like him. While selling food raw materials, the dosage is set and the process is written. As long as you follow the steps step by step, there is no breakfast that cannot be made!

It's just that the shape and taste may not be very good.But for Ge Qiao, this is a new experience across the ages!

He carefully lifted the sugar cake next to the bottom of the pot, and it rolled over with a scorching smell. He saw that the surface of the cake was black, and thick gray smoke was rising from the pot. Jumping on the back of Ge Qiao's hand, he was so hot that he gasped, but he didn't dare to cry out, for fear of waking Zhong Mingcan.

As far as this dark thing I made by myself, let alone a surprise breakfast, Zhong Mingcan probably thought that she was going to poison her husband.

"Is it ready? Is it ready to eat?"

Zhong Mingchan spoke with a smile, he didn't open his voice early in the morning, his voice was still hoarse, he stood leaning against the kitchen door for a long time, but Ge Qiao was always focused on saving the things in the pot, and didn't notice him at all.

"You...how did you wake up?" Ge Qiao was startled, his hands shook, and the lump of black stuff fell into the pot again, bubbling and sizzling, playing a cheer for the meeting in the early morning off the background music.

Zhong Mingcan glanced behind Ge Qiao, smiled and bent his eyebrows: "I can smell the fragrance from a long distance away."

Ge Qiao sniffed, he also has a sense of smell and self-knowledge, so he was very frustrated: "Where does the smell come from, it's all paste..."

"The fuzzy one smells good too," Zhong Mingcan said as he walked forward, hugged Ge Qiao from behind, turned off the fire, turned on the range hood, and rubbed his hair, "What a rare baby , and you know how to get up early and make breakfast for me!"

Ge Qiao became more and more ashamed to hear such flattering words with closed eyes. He lowered his head and glanced at the sugar cake that was completely inedible. He flattened his mouth and muttered in a low voice: "There are still slices of bread in the refrigerator, or toasted bread." Let's eat."

"Don't eat." Zhong Mingcan flatly refused, and buried his face in Ge Qiao's neck.

Ge Qiao glanced at the reddish back of his hand, and then at the darkened bottom of the pot. He knew that his little boyfriend was always considerate, and now he must be unwilling to hit him. : "But...but this is really not edible, you don't have to force it, I can do it next time..."

"I said I don't-eat--" Zhong Mingcan shook his head and sang in Ge Qiao's ear, his deep voice made half of Ge Qiao's face numb.

Ge Qiao blinked dumbly, a little dazed: "But you can't eat anything after getting up, you have to eat breakfast like an emperor... Who told me this?" At the end, it was like raving.

Zhong Mingcan saw that this person probably got up too early and became confused, and even lost his IQ, implying that he was not up to the mark at all, so he raised his eyebrows and pretended to be angry: "No, I won't eat!"

Ge Qiao paused, lowered his eyes, and said: "If you don't eat, you won't..." Before he finished speaking, he felt his feet suddenly leave the ground, and then he was hugged horizontally. , tearing his still very jerky voice and shouting: "I won't eat, let's eat with you!"

Ge Qiao was wiped out.

It was early in the morning, under the cover of the oily smoke that hadn't dissipated, in the smell of the black stuff in the pot, on the sofa with new pillows.

The ceiling is rose-colored, the world is still spinning in front of his eyes, and various smells are mixed in his breath. Ge Qiao is still in a daze, he opened his mouth, but made no sound.He twisted his neck with the last bit of strength, let himself face the back of the sofa, cleared his throat, and finally uttered a complete word with difficulty: "Bai... Sun... Xuan... Obscenity..."

Zhong Mingcan chuckled, and suddenly a gust of hot air brushed Ge Qiao's stomach, causing him to shiver again, retreating to the corner of the sofa, shrinking his body and waving his hands desperately: "No, no, no, I have nothing left. It's..."

Originally, Zhong Mingcan really planned to stop and take a rest after performing the kung fu with his hands and lips, but it was so interesting to see Ge Qiao's reaction. He changed his mind, fixed his eyes on Ge Qiao's face, and quietly He leaned forward: "I'm not full yet, how can you not produce food..."

"I'll sleep for a while! I'm tired!" Ge Qiao reacted quickly, interrupting his Meng Lang's words, pounced on the sofa, and hurriedly protected the pink front end from the unbearable torture.

Zhong Mingcan didn't move behind him, and seemed to stop moving.

Just when Ge Qiao was trying to calm his breathing and counting one, two, three, four, five in his heart, Zhong Mingcan pushed him: "Asleep?"

Ge Qiao ignored him and continued to count with his deafening heartbeat.

After a while, Zhong Mingcan pushed him again, holding back a smile when he heard it: "Did you really fall asleep?"

Ge Qiao still didn't say a word, after a short time of hiding his strength and biding his time, the redness of the base of his ears has lightened a few degrees.

Zhong Mingcan waited for a while and didn't wait for a response. He refused to let go, and started to push him again: "Wake up, don't leave me here alone..."

This appearance is exactly the same as when he was drunk and crazy in the middle of the night.

Ge Qiao couldn't bear it anymore, turned around, and glared at Zhong Mingcan, which was mixed with a little surprise, he exclaimed: "Are you fucking drunk?!"

"Ah? Drunk for what?" Zhong Mingcan didn't know what his drunkenness was like, his hands froze in mid-air, not knowing why.

"Stinky dog!" Ge Qiao was annoyed, and he was embarrassed to repeat what he said just now. He buried his head in the pillow, and felt puzzled by the curse, he raised his volume and yelled three times: "Stinky dog! Black-hearted dog! You are a dog !"

"Okay, okay, I'm a dog, I'm a dog," Zhong Mingcan was satisfied at this moment, and his tone was extremely gentle, pressing on the little chef who had just cooked a "big meal" for himself, and said, "If you don't want to swear harshly, just say hello." Stop scolding, why do you have to make trouble with the puppy?"

Ge Qiao was at a loss for words, shaking the hand holding the corner of the pillow slightly.

Zhong Mingcan not only accepted the nickname "Dog" with pleasure, but also seemed determined to change a simple breakfast into an orthodox western food procedure. He shook his head, rubbed his nose against the cheek of the person under him, "That—appetizer before meal The food is ready, when will it be time for dinner, my little chef?"

The nonsense had already been released, but before the action could keep up, his cell phone rang suddenly.

Zhong Mingcan frowned, and reluctantly pulled himself off Ge Qiao's body bit by bit, the huge heater was just removed, Ge Qiao's whole body was exposed to the air, shame roared, he looked around Looking around, there is still me on the sofa on the ground, a chaotic scene, and the ears are reddened in an instant, and I quickly pick up the clothes and pants on the back of the sofa, regardless of the front and back, and put them on myself desperately.

The delicious sugar cakes I imagined, the surprise eyes of my boyfriend, and a romantic breakfast were all gone, and finally ended with naked/naked/naked/naked bodies.

"Huh? Why did you call suddenly?" Zhong Mingcan picked up the phone and looked up at the time on the clock. "It's only past eight o'clock in the morning."

"There are a few things that I would like to ask Mr. Zhong," said Kong Qingshan's voice, "Is it disturbing you?"

"No, no." Zhong Mingchan replied, and looked back at Ge Qiao. He had already dressed and walked to the refrigerator, probably wanting to take out the slices of bread.

"That's good." Kong Qingshan's voice was very gentle, and the radio wave of the mobile phone hid a trace of tiredness in it, "I want to ask, what do you think of the self-composed songs I sent you?"

Zhong Mingcan understood Kong Qingshan's temper, and asked with a smile: "I still hope that I can give a different evaluation from other teachers, right?"

Kong Qingshan also laughed twice: "Yes."

"The first few songs you sent over should be songs created in the same period as "Boneless Flower", right?" Zhong Mingcan walked into the studio, thinking about the melodies of those songs, and continued, " The minor key is mainly composed of many short notes and slides, which are used to break the original chord structure. It can be seen that you don’t want to write too popular things, and you also have a strong desire to express yourself. Bone Flower has the same problem, you have too many ideas, and you don’t know how to choose, so in fact, when you create, you are also at a loss, don’t know where to start, and have no clue.”

Kong Qingshan couldn't wait to ask: "What about the ones after that?"

"The last selected one is from the seven you sent me for the second time, right?" Zhong Mingcan recalled, and couldn't help but praise, "It's really good! The youthful feeling of beginners and the The coexistence of professional-level skills is very interesting. To use a simple analogy, it is like smelling lemons in the sweltering heat. It is refreshing, surprising, and refreshing. You really learn quickly, and you can get the hang of it with just a little bit of dialing. Don't worry!" It's not like Zhou Yihang.Zhong Mingcan slandered.After these few days of communication, he really appreciates Kong Qingshan. This person is down-to-earth, serious, and full of enthusiasm for music. He feels that even he may not be able to do his best for music like Kong Qingshan.

The other end was silent for a while, Zhong Mingcan waited quietly, he was also used to Kong Qingshan's silence from time to time, whenever this happened, he just had to wait quietly.In fact, he still believes that Kong Qingshan's mental state is not good, but it seems that music is the best medicine. During this period of time, Kong Qingshan has devoted himself to music creation. Can't feel it anymore.

The silence ended, Kong Qingshan said with a smile: "Thank you for your evaluation, and thank you for your care and help to me."

"Thank you for what I did, it is my honor to meet you—" Zhong Mingcan sighed sincerely.

"I wrote the lyrics for that song of yours," Kong Qingshan said, "I also wrote the title for you, "A Child in Sadness"."

Zhong Mingcan was taken aback suddenly: "Does this name have any meaning?"

Kong Qingshan denied: "No, I just got inspiration from my friends."

"Which friend?" Zhong Mingcan's question blurted out, and the nerve that had been relaxed for a long time tightened up again in an instant. He realized that he had overreacted, and quickly added, "Is it your members? Teenagers Children, you are the easiest to have negative emotions..."

"Well, they also provided a small amount of inspiration." Kong Qingshan replied with a smile, "There are many friends who helped me complete this song together, and I don't know which name to tell you, and even if I did, you would I do not know."

Zhong Mingcan was a little embarrassed, "No, I'm just asking casually, don't force me to tell you."

"You really don't want to hear these names?" Kong Qingshan made a rare joke.

This made Zhong Mingcan even more embarrassed. He made a fuss and made a big fuss, but was made fun of by his "students".

He was on the other end of the phone, shaking his head like a rattle: "Don't listen, don't listen..." He felt that his words were a bit ambiguous, and quickly corrected, "No, it's that...you don't need to tell me, this is your privacy ..."

Kong Qingshan on the other end paused for a moment, then replied: "That's fine."

"Well," Zhong Mingcan touched the tip of his nose. At this moment, Ge Qiao was standing at the door of the studio holding a plate, and the fragrance of toast wafted in. Zhong Mingcan smiled at him and continued to the phone, "That's convenient. If so, can you send me the lyrics?"

Kong Qingshan replied: "Okay, I will send it to you tonight."

After a few more lukewarm greetings, the two said goodbye on the phone.

Zhong Mingcan was in a trance for two seconds while holding the slightly hot phone.

Ge Qiao was tired of holding the plate, and the aroma of wheat kept stimulating his taste buds. He couldn't help but call back to Zhong Mingchan's soul: "What are you thinking?"

"...It's nothing." Zhong Mingcan was startled when he heard the sound, and then he came back to his senses.He stepped forward, first rewarded his heart-warming boyfriend who had been busy in the kitchen from early in the morning with a kiss, then took the plate in his hand and walked to the dining table.

"What were you talking about just now?" Ge Qiao asked.

Zhong Mingcan didn't hear his question, he lowered his head, and asked suddenly: "Do you feel that every time you talk to Kong Qingshan, you can't help feeling flustered, especially when the conversation is about to end?"

Ge Qiao stopped, paused for a few seconds, and took a bite of bread: "No, are you overly sensitive?"

"I kind of understand why you say you're afraid of him..." Zhong Mingcan was thoughtful, and the bread crumbs fell on the table.

"Look at you, it's all over the table, why don't you pick up the dishes?" Ge Qiao jumped up from the chair, quickly pulled out a tissue, picked up the debris on the table, and took his words by the way, "I It’s definitely different from you. I’m afraid because my good friend has become a stranger, and I’m too far behind. This is an escape mentality! What are you? "

Zhong Mingcan ignored the joke in Ge Qiao's words, shook his head seriously, and said while thinking: "No, I always feel that every sentence of his is very meaningful, but I just can't understand it. He seems to have a standard answer in his heart. , I hope I can answer it for him, but..." Zhong Mingcan looked up at Ge Qiao with a confused expression, "But I don't know what the correct answer is..."

Hearing him say so much in one breath, Ge Qiao didn't dare to neglect, he thought about these words carefully, but he still didn't understand.

"Maybe it's because he's still in adolescence and there's a generation gap with us?"

Zhong Mingchan looked at Ge Qiao playfully: "I am only four years younger than him."

Ge Qiao saw that this person was starting to be dishonest again, and said angrily, "Then you are awesome."

"I mean," Zhong Mingcan raised his hand and flicked Ge Qiao's forehead quickly, "I mean the two of us can't help him, we need someone who is closer to this child, so close that we don't need to talk to him." It’s like guessing to know what he’s thinking.”

"There is such a person?" Ge Qiao doubted.

Zhong Mingcan nodded: "A social person with a sound mind and a complete social network must have the closest person and the most distant person. Although the person represented may change over time, these two relationships are It won't change." He glanced at Ge Qiao whose mouth suddenly curled up, and smiled tacitly, "For example, the person I'm closest to now is you, and I will still be you in the next ten or twenty years, but before I met you Grandpa Wan."

Ge Qiao's coquettish words were exposed before he could say it out of his mouth. He smiled and accepted Zhong Mingcan's confession graciously.He thought for a while, raised his cheeks, tilted his head and said: "The person I'm closest to now is you. Before I met you, it should be... yes..." He suddenly got stuck.

"It's your job." Zhong Mingcan answered for him.

"Work doesn't count..." Ge Qiao said without confidence, "It's not a human, it should be parents..."

"Well, blood relatives are of course close." Zhong Mingcan agreed lightly.

Ge Qiao was startled belatedly, and was about to open his mouth to make up a few words, but was interrupted by Zhong Mingcan, his smile was extremely warm: "Don't come to comfort me, but I should thank you , thank you for showing up, and thank you for accepting me, I really love our family."

"I love you very much too..." Ge Qiao chewed the bread and said vaguely.

Zhong Mingcan wanted him to repeat it aloud, but considering Ge Qiao's character of either blowing his hair or crashing when he encounters a serious show of love, he finally chose to quietly cherish the whispered and inarticulate confession just now.

Zhong Mingchan smiled: "You really don't want to change to a bigger house?"

"No, I think this home is very good..." Ge Qiao turned around and looked around, the bright living room, the warm bedroom, the studio full of artistic beauty, the kitchen that was useless in Ge Qiao's hands but turned into a treasure in Zhong Mingcan's hands , and this dining table for two, smeared with facial debris that hasn't been cleaned off, is full of memories and could hold more.

Zhong Mingcan's gaze drifted to the direction of the TV, and he suddenly realized that the scene in front of him was exactly the same as when Ge Qiao came to the house for the first time, except that there was a bowl of tomato and egg noodles missing on the table.

In fact, only half a year has passed since then, but it seems like half a lifetime has been spent with the person in front of me, each other's breath, touch, tone of voice, every frown and smile, and even the little thoughts that are quietly kept in the bottom of my heart. So familiar, this kind of familiarity is reassuring, but also addictive, I want to experience it every day, I want to be with it day and night, I have never had such an urgent thought before, until I met Ge Joe.

Even for Zhong Mingcan, who is good at teasing life and death gently, loves to hit straight balls and obeys his lover, this kind of hypocritical thoughts often come up, but he always digests it silently by himself. He didn't want to show too much of the emotion that made his nose sore. He also worried that this might be another mistake he made because he was rare and strange. Those people whose lives were full of love might not know this at all. What kind of meaning is hidden in the emotion.

"Ge Qiao, I'm content."

Ge Qiao looked at Zhong Mingcan, who was slightly pink in the corner of his eyes, and suddenly leaned over to hold his face with both hands, and had an idea: "Look, in our family, I am the father and you are the mother. When I get old, I will raise a son." How about it? Just Kong Qingshan? Let Kong Qingshan be our godson and give us a pension!!"

He abruptly made Zhong Mingcan helpless.

"...As I said, I'm only four years older than him..."