Self-cultivation of professional idols

Guanlan's eyes passed through the crowd, and suddenly met Ling Xiao's eyes. He saw Ling Xiao beckoning to him, and said, "Come here."

We are finally on the same stage.

When this day came, his mood was not as excited or frightened as he thought before.

Those rays of light once borrowed from the young man will all be restrained one day.

"You are my light."

In the middle of the night, Guanlan leaned against the window and carefully unwrapped those precious and unspeakable thoughts. The moonlight was as gentle as the top of the mountain that night. With the warmth and coolness, he read the words in the letter clearly.

He closed the letter, gently pressed it to his chest, and stared at the silent night sky outside the window.

During the camp organized by the school, Ling Xiao suddenly dragged him to a small hillside in a nervous manner, calling it stargazing.

Ling Xiao looked at the dark sky, a crescent moon was hidden under the thin clouds, revealing a faint light, the young man's eyes seemed to be poured with moonlight, and he looked back at him, smiling a little embarrassingly: "Haha, this ..."

Seeing that he had no special reaction, he immediately leaned over and hugged his shoulders with a smile: "It's already here, so don't leave."

The young man was dressed in black and almost blended into the night. He took a step back calmly, and Ling Xiao's hand fell into the air, but he seemed to be used to him like this, and he was not annoyed. Sit down with your shoulders.

"Why do you want to be an idol?" In the silent and eternal wind, he asked abruptly.

Ling Xiao's eyes widened slightly, as if he was a little surprised why he asked such a question.

"Because, I think," Ling Xiao raised his chin sideways, so that he could see through some kind of light shining in his eyes, "I will live on the stage all my life."

"If you want to be the light of others, even if it's just a little bit."

He moved his eyes away in a hurry, and the trembling heartbeat was magnified and magnified in the empty night.

He wants to say, you already are.

is my light.

Qinghui suddenly flooded up at a certain moment, gently wrapped their arms on the ground from the barren grass, and finally moved to Ling Xiao's cheek. Hold it in your palm.

The moonlight seems to be very bright, but it just reflects the sun's light.

Just like myself.

He walked to the stage step by step. Originally, someone's light led him here, but now he wants to shine with his own courage.

Am I qualified to stand by your side now?

Seeing that Guanlan was stunned for a while, Ling Xiao raised his hand and pressed a key on the piano, and the clear high-pitched voice awakened Guanlan from his memories.

"What are you thinking about? So engrossed?" Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, with a frivolous smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Guanlan lowered her eyes, and instinctively played a melody with her hands on the keys, then changed the subject abruptly: "What are you going to perform?"

"What about you?" Ling Xiao easily threw the question back to him.

He actually had an idea in his mind, but...

Guanlan looked at him, then lowered his head and stared at his fingertips.

Will Ling Xiao agree?He's not sure.

"Speak." Ling Xiao saw through his hesitation at a glance, walked back from behind the piano, and sat on the same chair with Guanlan.Guanlan moved a little to the side, and he leaned closer to him.

It wasn't until Guanlan touched the edge of the chair that he stopped.

"Do you know what musical instrument?" Guanlan asked knowingly, but he pulled his gaze back on Ling Xiao's face with some guilt, and when he heard Ling Xiao seemed to hum softly, his heart suddenly started beating non-stop.

"Actually not..." The words circled around his mouth, and Ling Xiao changed his words when he was about to step out of the door: "Does the violin count?"

"Oh, actually..." Ling Xiao scratched his hair with an indescribable expression, "I haven't practiced for a long time..."

"It's okay, I've already thought up the tune." Guanlan blinked her eyes, speaking faster than usual, her eyes were bright, like some kind of small animal.

Ling Xiao unconsciously stared at those eyes in a daze, and didn't listen carefully to what he said, until Guanlan asked him seriously, his eyes seemed to be full of water: "Is this okay?"

"Of, of course." He stuttered as he spoke.

Guanlan was happily preparing to change the score, but Ling Xiao stayed where he was a little embarrassed. In fact, he didn't even know what piece he was going to play.

Just like this, I hastily agreed, if the pull is not good...

Ling Xiao frowned and glanced at his back, feeling a little troubled.

Come on, I don’t know if it’s too late to repay the credit from now on.

Just when he was about to get the piano, two people came up to meet him, Quan Hejun said straight to the point: "Show a skewer?"

"Oh?" Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows lightly, becoming a little interested, "What's yours?"

Quan Hejun quickly glanced at the face of the person behind him, and whispered the title of a song.

For a moment, Ling Xiao's expression was brilliant, and after a long while, he sighed faintly: "You are too hardworking."

By the way, his complicated eyes were very fair, and half of them were given to Hoshino Minami standing behind him.

"...So you and Guanlan are ready?" Quan Hejun left the second half of the sentence for Ling Xiao to complete.

"Piano and violin ensemble." As for the tune...

Quan Hejun and the two didn't stay long, after reporting to him, they went back to practice their pas de deux.

Ling Xiao also borrowed a violin from the program group, and when he came back, he saw Guanlan leaning on the piano cover seriously to change the score.

He looked down at it seemingly inadvertently.

"Therain" is marked at the top of the score.

Ling Xiao was startled, this isn't...

His fingertips seemed to be glued to the thin paper, strings of musical notes jumped out from Guanlan's pen, and he finally noticed Ling Xiao's approach.

Putting down his pen, Guanlan turned around and asked him what was wrong.

Those questioning words were about to come out of his mouth, but he could barely take them back and said, "It's okay."

Guanlan turned back silently again, holding the pen in his hand but couldn't write any more. The melody that was originally echoing in his mind, which was obviously a note that could be written fluently with his eyes closed, turned into clumsy notes on the paper. point.

He knew what Ling Xiao wanted to say, and he also knew that choosing this song would definitely arouse his suspicion, but...

"It's raining." Guanlan murmured, those silent barriers were abruptly eliminated in these words, and the sound of pattering rain spread into the practice room.

The scene suddenly coincided with that of many years ago.

The rain was hitting him bit by bit. He held the packed meal in one hand and tried hard to hide it in the large school uniform, and covered his face with the other hand, hoping that Ling Xiao would see him later. At that time, I was not so embarrassed.

After entering the teaching building, he patted his drenched clothes, thinking that it was impossible to save them, so he ran all the way back, in case Ling Xiao came back from training early...

It was the students' lunch time, only a few people on each floor remained in the classroom, the hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, the boy's eagerness was beyond words, he couldn't tell whether he was more afraid that he would not have a hot meal or...

I really want to see him.

As he approached the classroom, his footsteps slowed down and became lighter. The sound of rain became his best cover at this time.

When he walked to the back door, he caught a glimpse of a figure, the name was about to be blurted out but he hurriedly withdrew it.

Because he saw a girl standing next to Ling Xiao.

Even though most of it was blocked by Ling Xiao, it could still be seen that the girl had a pair of straight and slender legs, her socks just covered her ankles, and she was wearing a pair of shiny black leather shoes.

He couldn't help getting closer, the girl's high ponytail flicked rhythmically behind her head, Ling Xiao was next to her very intimately, and he didn't know what to say.

His eyes hurt a little, he didn't dare to get any closer, he just put his lunch on the desk closest to the back door, then turned around and ran away.

No matter how lightly the movement was, that faint voice still caused the two people in the classroom to look back. At that moment, Ling Xiao caught a glimpse of a black shadow passing by the window.

He shook off the girl's hand on his shoulder, raised his foot and chased after her.

And there was no one in the corridor.

At that time, Guanlan was in a daze in the small and dim self-study classroom, when the door creaked open.

It was as if a machine that had been rusted for a long time was suddenly started again, and he looked back at the door with great difficulty.

Ling Xiao walked in straight, and at that moment he brought tens of thousands of tiny light particles, and the dark classroom lit up again with his steps.

Ling Xiao asked him if he was angry, and he replied no.

You are just mad.There is no doubt in the words.

In front of Ling Xiao, it seemed that he could never hide his secret.

The warm palms melted the boy's stubborn spine, and he was suddenly discouraged, feeling like a domesticated cat, willing to be called to come and go.

Have you eaten yet?

The tone seemed to be still cold, and it seemed to be a stabbing thorn, but it warmed Ling Xiao's heart.

He really looks like a kitten.

Ling Xiao's heart was also filled with the same thought at this time.

It seems that it wants to bite with its teeth and claws, but it will only turn into a gentle lick at the moment of biting.

He said that the girl came to him to discuss the school celebration performance.

Afterwards, he explained a lot in a long-winded manner, repeating this sentence over and over again, and he didn't know why he had to explain it, as if he could make the boy next to him feel better by saying this.

Ling Xiao originally wanted to hold the boy's hand, but when the situation came to an end, he flinched a little. He took a step back and carefully pulled the boy's finger.

Saturday's school celebration, will you come?

Ling Xiao dragged him outside the classroom. The rain stopped at some point, and his heart was clear when he breathed.

The leaves in early spring are full of fresh green, like a young man in his youth, with infinite vigor and vitality.

He saw a drop of water slip from the tip of the leaf, and then he heard his answer.

Will do.

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On the happy day when I am finally entered, I am going to draw lucky little angels in the comment area of ​​this chapter to give out red envelopes~Mijiu, I love you~