Self-cultivation of professional idols

There was a lot of noise around, but Guanlan's seat seemed to have an invisible barrier to isolate all the noise.

He glanced at the vacant seat next to him, then quickly withdrew his eyes and fell back to the stage in front of him.

For this school celebration, the school has also made sufficient preparations, and the stage is also extraordinarily arranged, with high-end lighting and soundtrack.

The falling of the curtain meant the end of a performance, everything was dark, and he could only vaguely see some dark shadows.

The piano was pushed from the back of the stage to the front of the stage. The girl was wearing a small dress and sat down gently holding the hem of the skirt, with an elegant and calm demeanor. Tall and straight, like a noble gentleman with few words.

"Wow, what a match!"

A sudden voice from somewhere in the audience floated into his ears.

All the strength in his body was drained at once, he leaned back heavily on the chair back, and covered his eyes with the back of his hand, as if building a temporary shell for himself, for fear that the suddenly bright light would burn his eyes.

The next moment, the lights suddenly turned on, and the cheers from the audience seemed to overwhelm him, but he just wanted to escape quickly.

He had already walked to the door quickly, but was suddenly pulled back by the long and melodious sound played by the violin.

He held the door with his hand, and his fingers slowly clasped the uneven protrusion on the side of the door. His back was tense, and he still dared not face the stage.

Ling Xiao seems to be able to do everything well, but what about himself...

He looked down at his outstretched palms, glanced at them and rubbed them at the hem of his trousers in disgust.

The soothing and melodious gradually turned into lively and lively, and the timbre of the violin and the quietness of the piano blended together and complemented each other.

He once went to the rehearsal room secretly, and when he got to the door, he wanted to go home, and finally lay down by the window near the back door, listening silently.

The girl suddenly pressed an abrupt high-pitched voice, Ling Xiao stopped what he was doing, raised his eyebrows and cast a puzzled look.

By the way, Guanlan who was lying in a daze by the window was taken aback.

Through a window, he could only see the girl's lips moving, her expression was slightly strange, her voice was intermittent, and he tried to put his ear close to the glass.

"Ling Xiao, what's wrong with you today? You made several mistakes just now."

Ling Xiao quickly glanced at the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the rehearsal room, then lowered his eyes again: "Sorry."

"Forget it, it seems that you are absent-minded, let's stop here today." The girl has already closed the piano cover.

Ling Xiao also knew that he was wrong, so he walked to the side to pack his things without saying a word, and couldn't help but glanced at the rear window again before lifting his feet.

Guanlan leaned against the window and squinted his eyes for a long time, until he saw the girl get up from the seat, then hurriedly picked up the schoolbag on the ground, and the moment he turned around——

"stop."

Guanlan suddenly stopped walking as if someone had cast a curse on her, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her back.

The footsteps behind are getting closer.

"I see you've been squatting there for a long time, aren't you tired?"

For a moment, Guanlan felt the energy and blood in his whole body rushing to his face, and he wished he could just punch a hole in it.

He saw it all!

There is a repeater in my head, playing this sentence over and over again.

So much so that he couldn't remember how Ling Xiao approached his face and what he said.

"You make me unable to practice well, what do you say?"

When he came back to his senses, he only heard this sentence.

"That, that..." He blushed, not only stammered, but also whispered, almost whispering, "Let me practice with you."

Sitting in front of the piano, he was still a little dazed, and even a little remorseful.

It would be great if... at that time, practicing the piano was more serious.

With inexplicable uneasy emotions, he played the wrong note on the first note.

The person who made him so nervous that his hands and feet were sweating, held his shoulder without knowing it: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous."

It seems to be more tense...

The hands resting on the keys trembled, Guanlan pursed her lips, and forcibly calmed down her swaying mind.

However, there was a vibrato in the first melody, and a "puchi" came from behind.

He shrugged and lowered his head, his eyelashes trembled unconsciously, he didn't dare to look back at Ling Xiao's expression.

"What are you thinking about?" Ling Xiao leaned against the piano, casting a small shadow on the piano lid the moment he lowered his head.

In Guanlan's peripheral vision, the group of dark shadows moved restlessly, expanded and deepened.

"You..." He finally couldn't help raising his eyes.

The corners of the mouths of the two touched like a superficial touch.

"Sorry, I……"

Blush spread from his neck to his cheeks, and just when Guanlan was about to run away, Ling Xiao's hand on his shoulder suddenly increased his strength, blocking what he wanted to say next.

Ling Xiao felt that he might be crazy, but in his subconscious, it seemed that someone kept instigating him, holding him and kissing him.

And he did it.Like everything is taken for granted.

Ling Xiao bent over, reached for the young man's waist with one hand, and hugged him towards himself.

He is so thin.This was the only thought in Ling Xiao's mind.

There seemed to be no words that could accurately describe that subtle feeling.Mission Hills thought.

He just instinctively grabbed the corner of the boy's leaning and hanging clothes, and held it tightly in his palm.

I don't know how long it took before he got out of that dizzy feeling.

He looked up at Ling Xiao, and the shyness on the latter's face was rare.

Ling Xiao turned away his eyes, touched the tip of his nose, "hmm" for a long time, and then grabbed his hand as if he was half a beat behind.

Guanlan's eyes fell on their holding hands again, her heart was pounding, looking forward to something, but also afraid of something.

"We..." Ling Xiao's courage was discouraged when the words reached his lips, "Practice the song again."

It is conceivable that the ensemble piece was interpreted by the two in a mess.

But they were all smiling.

After that, the casual eye contact between the two seemed to be a tacit understanding.

Until the school day comes.

The radiant stage and the gloomy auditorium are two distinct worlds.

After Ling Xiao finished the performance, he returned to the auditorium excitedly, but he didn't see his boy.

"What about others?" Ling Xiao frowned and asked Guanlan's classmates in a low voice.

"It looks like he left before the show started."

After Ling Xiao's low pressure came out, it seemed substantial, and after he went around the campus to no avail, his face was so dark that water could be wrung out.

In the end, he ran to the rehearsal room with the idea of ​​bumping his luck.

Guanlan was playing the piano, which was exactly the piece he had just performed on stage.

——Therain

Ling Xiao stood by the door, his performance costume hadn't had time to change, because it had become a little wrinkled from the strenuous exercise just now.

Guanlan didn't know what kind of nerves he had to come to play the piano. He played the piece over and over again, as if he could get a little closer to Ling Xiao by playing it proficiently.

"Chu Xie." Ling Xiao called his name suddenly, he panicked, and the voices of his subordinates suddenly became chaotic, just like his heart at the moment.

He sat where he was, watching Ling Xiao gradually approaching.

He is unhappy again.Ling Xiao said to himself in his heart, but he still didn't quite understand why he was upset by him.

The young man's consolation is clumsy and reckless, offering only a sincere heart with both hands.

Ling Xiao hugged his neck, kissed him, and then pushed his head into his arms with a little force.

Guanlan heard him whispering in his ear: "Did you watch my performance just now?"

Hearing this, he nodded in Ling Xiao's arms.

"Oh," the corners of Ling Xiao's mouth curled up, and his tone became a little light, "Then what do you think?"

Guanlan turned her face to his arms, and replied sullenly, "Very good."

But Ling Xiao was still not satisfied with this, and asked him to look into his eyes, and asked, "Why did you come to play the piano?"

"I just... want to play."

As soon as Ling Xiao heard the answer, he felt full of perfunctory. Various thoughts wandered around in his mind, and suddenly said: "We will perform together when we wait for the New Year's Day performance next year."

After several springs and autumns, this incident probably has long since become an insignificant wave in Ling Xiao's mind, and it passed away in a flash, but he has been remembering it for many years.

"You today..." Ling Xiao said after deliberating, "You're in a bad mood?"

Guanlan blinked her eyes, pulled her sinking thoughts to shore, and slowly replied "it's okay".

Ling Xiao tapped on the side of the piano lightly: "Then why are you always distracted?"

"Sorry." He lowered his eyes and was about to reach out to turn the page of the score, but his wrist was suddenly caught by another hand.

Ling Xiao sighed slowly: "It seems that you really forgot..."

"Forgot what?" Guanlan frowned slightly, and the alarm bells rang in his heart.

"You sit here and wait."

Said that Ling Xiao sent his wrist away, and went straight to the door of the practice room.

Seeing him open the door, Guanlan squatted at the door, as if picking something from the ground.

He was a little stunned the moment he saw the cake.

"I don't even remember my birthday." Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows lightly and waved to him: "Come here."

Guanlanmu walked over in a daze, and held back for a long time before opening his mouth: "This... who bought it?"

"The sister who opened the convenience store bought one from outside, here, it was just delivered."

Seeing that he was staring at the cake in a daze again, Ling Xiao went to the window and closed the curtains, and also turned off the light beside him with a "click".

At the same time, a group of people rushed in from the door, Guanlan raised his head and stared at them dumbfounded, then turned his eyes to Ling Xiao who was smiling at him.

"You guys..." Guanlan sniffed softly, a mist appeared in his eyes.

Xiao Zhuo rushed out from the crowd, and put a small crown that was crudely made visible to the naked eye on his head.

"Brother Guanlan, don't be disgusted, I've been painting this for two days!"

Guanlan tried her best to hold back the tears in her eyes: "Ah... I don't dislike it."

A group of people neatly lit candles around the cake, put it in front of Guanlan, and sang birthday songs together.

"Hurry up and make a wish!"

"When the candle goes out, it won't work!"

Guanlan nodded in agreement.

Putting his palms together on his chin, Guanlan thought: I hope everyone can get what they want.

The candles were blown out, and before the lights were turned on, a group of people clamored for a share of the cake.

Guanlan suddenly felt a greasy coolness on his face.

Ling Xiao rubbed the cream with his fingers and spread it on his face. When he was rubbing the cream with his hands, Ling Xiao suddenly moved closer to his ear, and his warm breath fell on those delicate and sensitive nerves:

"Let's go out together."

The author has something to say:

In the past two days, it seems that I am not writing about the entertainment industry, but pure love campus... I really love campus essays, I must write one in the future (clench fist

ps. Can love in the amateur period be considered love?Of course not!