I debuted on a talent show with my ex-boyfriend

After the concert, Yuan Hongshan carried a violin bag and went to the counter with Zhou Wangyu to pick out souvenirs for the performance.

The bulletin board for the rankings of the competition was posted. Sixteen and seventeen-year-old boys and girls were surrounded by their families and stood in front of the results, suppressing the excitement in their hearts. Even if they spoke, they only whispered lightly.

Yuan Hongshan looked there, only to feel that among those beautiful and tall people, there was still his old shadow.

Zhou Wangyu huddled by the counter, chatting with the old man who sold things.

The uncle has white hair and wears round reading glasses. He looked at Zhou Wangyu for a while, and then saw Yuan Hongshan who was absent-minded beside him. Such a tall man."

Yuan Hongshan heard the voice, turned his head and smiled faintly, and said, "Grandpa is good."

The old man asked: "Are you coming to the game today?"

Yuan Hongshan shook his head: "Come to listen to music."

"Why do you hold the piano while listening to music?"

Yuan Hongshan just smiled and stopped talking.

The staff's camera was on them, and the old man looked around, and then he realized the clues. He solemnly took off his glasses, wiped them on the hem of his shirt, and put them on again.

Over there, Zhou Wangyu saw a golden pendant in the shape of a violin. Yuan Hongshan looked beside him, and teased, "I have a dozen of these at home."

"Oh." Zhou Wangyu didn't turn his head, "Then I'll give you another one."

The uncle smiled happily: "You are Shanshan's friend, right? You are here to shoot a show, right?"

The little old man winked his eyes playfully, and his lenses flashed with silver light. The old man obviously saw the world, and he was calm in front of the camera. "He also came here to shoot shows when he was a child, the kind of local TV station." The tone was admiring and showing off, as if I am praising my children who have excellent grades.

"Playing the violin, playing the violin. You can play the violin very well. When he is just like this," the uncle gestured with his hand on his waist. He picked this one he likes very much. If he doesn’t buy it, he just sits on the ground and cries.”

"Oh." Zhou Wangyu swallowed slowly, enunciating the words clearly, and repeated once: "Sit on the ground and cry."

Yuan Hongshan couldn't take it anymore, the feeling of turning over old accounts on the spot made people feel hot and upset.He pressed his browbones in distress, touched Zhou Wangyu's waist with his elbow, and urged in a low voice, "Let's go after shopping."

The old man smiled, and without revealing anything, he packed the things and sent them over, and asked: "Will Shan Shan come to play the piano in the future?"

Yuan Hongshan hesitated for a while, his heart still couldn't stop beating, which was different from his calm facial expression.

The scene at the end of the song is vivid in his memory. The venue lit up. For the first time, he saw the mood of the audience. They applauded, laughed, and showed unbelievable expressions of surprise. Looking at the exaggerated mouth shape, it seems to be saying "that's unreasonable".

It wasn't until Zhou Wangyu left the piano and came to his side to bow and thank him that he suddenly came back to his senses and recognized that the emotions that poured into his heart were happiness as sweet as honey and relief as light as fluff.

Yuan Hongshan smiled lightly and replied: "If there is a chance, I will come back."

Half an hour later, Yuan Hongshan and Zhou Wangyu were sitting in a roadside restaurant waiting for food.

A small restaurant, clean and tidy, the menu is a piece of plastic red paper, with the name of the dish and the price on it.

Zhou Wangyu was familiar with the road, asked Yuan Hongshan what he liked, and ordered a few dishes. The clerk seemed to be familiar with him, and his every move was familiar with that of a regular customer.Even though he is an out-and-out native of the city, Yuan Hongshan is still very unfamiliar with these small restaurants hidden in the streets of the city.

He couldn't help teasing Zhou Wangyu: "I never thought that someone like you would eat in this kind of place."

Two people, one red and one blue, in suits and leather shoes, are particularly conspicuous in the scattered cups and cups.

Zhou Wangyu took off his coat, hung it casually on the back of the chair, and removed the tie at the neckline, revealing the crisp white shirt on his upper body. He said, "I used to eat dirty stalls in City B. I didn't eat them when I was a child." Moving, there is an alley downstairs, not far away."

Seeing Yuan Hongshan's surprised look, Zhou Wangyu shrugged and continued, "When I was young, my father would cook in the kitchen, my mother would play the piano in the living room, and I would recite "Praise of Poplar" in the porch. It’s not quite the same, the Bach Chopin I listen to has its own smell of oily smoke.”

"Mr. Han is a teacher I respect." Yuan Hongshan said, but his tone was faintly surprised. The children of rich families are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. I never thought that Zhou Wangyu, who was born in 3M and has a prominent background, would have such a relationship. With the dusty background, Yuan Hongshan sat quietly for a while, pondered for a while, then raised his voice and asked again: "Your name..."

"Oh," Zhou Wangyu smiled, "The ocean looks forward to the island, which means my father loves my mother."

When Zhou Haiyang was mentioned, his expression was slightly unnatural, the camera was still on the side, and the process of serving food just rightly broke the silence between them.

From late summer to autumn, fried crabs with June yellow and fried rice stems with thick oil and red sauce are served on large porcelain plates with orchid patterns, which are full of color and flavor.The camera was busy looking around the various dishes, and Yuan Hongshan took off his coat slowly and put it on his knees. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top shirt.

"How did you feel about the concert just now?" Zhou Wangyu asked while scooping up rice.

Yuan Hongshan was indifferent and tired: "Shame."

"Is there a chance to go back and throw it again?"

A large bowl of steaming white rice was placed in front of Yuan Hongshan.In front of the camera, Yuan Hongshan had to show a calm and indifferent look, but his stomach didn't give him a chance not to eat fireworks, and he yelled viciously when he saw the opportunity.

Zhou Wangyu heard it, shrugged his shoulders, and showed his neat white teeth with a smile. His eyes were soft and gentle, with a kind of understanding intimacy. The hairstyle he made a while ago still had a little messy tail, slightly Curly hair swirls around the neck, the chestnut-colored roots have faded to black, and the plain white is reminiscent of the coat color of a black-backed German Shepherd.

Noticing Yuan Hongshan's eyes on his face, Zhou Wangyu thought he was secretly talking to him again, and without speaking, he put half a crab into his bowl as if reconciling, and the fried crab roe had a powdery texture. , flowing orange bright crab oil, fragrant.

Originally, Yuan Hongshan was a bit of a disgusted person. The taste of the restaurant was authentic local flavor. Zhou Wangyu would order it, and he would eat it. For the sake of the effect of the show, he had to comment from time to time. A bad mood satisfies his appetite. After that, all of a sudden disappeared.

During this period, Yuan Hongshan kept paying attention to the person sitting across from him. At first, he thought that his performance on the show was mostly for selling people. Only now did he gradually realize that the Wen Dun in his character is deeply rooted in him, being modest, courteous, and good-natured.

Although because of his young age, the boy's heart has not faded, he will have emotional ups and downs due to various changes in the situation, he will get angry because of others' denials and rumors, and he will also be sensual and happy because of a simple song. Some, there are a lot of old-fashioned wording, but they don't make people feel depressed. Zhou Wangyu is like a tree that is trying to take root and grow vigorously towards the sun.

Since participating in the show, Yuan Hongshan has never eaten so full. Chatting after dinner, bouts of laziness and drowsiness welled up his eyelids. Zhou Wangyu covered his mouth and yawned without hesitation, causing Yuan Hongshan to yawn too.

Zhou Wangyu looked at him, chuckled, handed him a tissue, and said, "The rice particles are sticking to my mouth."

Yuan Hongshan coughed twice, sat upright and straightened his waist, and licked the rice grains from his mouth in the staff's snickering.

Zhou Wangyu laughed at him at every turn: "Young master, your character has collapsed."

Yuan Hongshan had no choice but to say, "I don't have any people to set up for a long time. When I comforted the members of my team last time, I didn't care about the image for a long time."

Zhou Wangyu smiled cheerfully, leaned back, and said, "I promised them before that I would bring them over to eat if I had the chance, but they were kidnapped by the dormitory next door, so I had to forget it. "

"The people in their circle are pretty good." Yuan Hongshan took over the conversation. "After staying in the "Ghost Ship" group for a while, I realized that I really like expressing myself on stage."

"Love is contagious, isn't it like you today? You obviously feel that you have already left the violin, but you still have nothing to do with music. I felt a long time ago that playing the piano and singing can be done not only in concerts , On the stage, it can be anywhere in life. You have unknowingly implemented this very well." Zhou Wangyu said, Yuan Hongshan opened his mouth, did not speak, only frowned, unable to see his expression clearly.

Zhou Wangyu hurriedly said, "By the way, Yu Fei and I have written a song. If we can make it to the next round, we will talk about finding someone to sing with us..."

……

The task of Tang Zhiyang and Jiang He is very simple. In order to carry out their image of being gentle and generous fathers to their teammates, the program team needs their cooperation to select [-] gifts that other trainees like in one day, and then pack them up and send them out by themselves. .

On the pick-up car, Tang Zhiyang put blood-activating and stasis-removing medicinal patches on his heels, and only then did Jiang He remember that he still had injuries on his legs.

"Then you still go for a morning jog? You're crazy." Jiang He sighed, seeing him calmly walking in the morning as if nothing had happened, and pretending that he was safe and sound. Thinking about it this way, there are actually traces of his bad complexion.

Jiang He watched him skillfully treat the wound, and couldn't help but say, "Old wounds need to be taken care of."

"I was closed the day before yesterday. I was really not in the mood this morning. I wanted to relax, so I forgot about it." Tang Zhiyang smiled embarrassingly, with a soft apology, "There are too many activities this month, and there is no way to support it. Just make do with it Just use it. Don't worry, the session in the morning is not very intense, I'm used to it."

"Don't talk about this," Tang Zhiyang patted his leg, and his skin made a dull slapping sound through a layer of adhesive tape. He kicked the ground again, and the soreness and pain were still tolerable.

Tang Zhiyang looked at Jiang He and said, "Is there anyone you are particularly familiar with, and know their preferences? I probably only know a few children in our group."

The joking nickname made his eyes cringe. Jiang He looked at the camera and lifted his chin. Tang Zhiyang understood, and then said: "In our dormitory, Fengfeng looks like a babe, and he looks cool when he raps. Gai looks like a boss, but he is actually a soft-hearted person, and he really likes cute things from the bottom of his heart."

Jiang He laughed and said, "Like luck?"

Tang Zhiyang was noncommittal, the warm smile in his eyes was like swollen water, overflowing, "Lucky is also a bit special, although he is always forced to wear bear ears and light-colored cute clothes when he is in business, there is a person living in his heart. darkman. Our dormitory doesn’t mind mixing clothes, he took out all our black clothes and wore them through.”

"These two are really two extremes of contrast." Jiang He sounded interesting, "Our dormitory, our dormitory is almost gone. Yu Fei's words..." He rubbed his chin and thought, "There are only two things I like to do. , listening to songs, and singing. My favorite is his guitar, which we used to call 'Little Potato Chips'."

Tang Zhiyang was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed softly.

Jiang He was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

Tang Zhiyang shook his head: "Nothing."

Jiang He also said: "Zhou Wangyu also likes to write and sing songs in private, so he often spends time with Yu Fei, but—he unexpectedly likes fluffy and soft pillows. Yu Fei wasn't in a variety show before. Did you win a penguin pillow at the music festival and come back? After staying on Yufei’s bed for a few days, Zhou Wangyu kept occupying it.”

Tang Zhiyang's smile deepened: "So he's a doll rich man."

"Really, his bed is full of fluffy animals, and he is like a zookeeper. I don't know how a big boy can fall asleep." Jiang He lowered his eyes and curled the corners of his mouth in retrospect, "Really, don't Seeing that he is usually so serious, he is actually extremely childish. He himself said that even a veteran cadre should have a childlike innocence."

"It's a bit similar to Lele." The car drove into the city center, a dazzling array of shops were swimming outside the car window, and the car slowed down in the famous business district. Tang Zhiyang raised the mask hanging by his ear, and his voice was weak De: "He loves candy. When he first arrived, he was given a can of sleep candy. He used to eat one candy a day. When asked some time ago, he said that he ate it as a jelly candy and ate it all without knowing it." gone."

Jiang He couldn't help laughing, never thought that Le Shi, who had never been serious and calm, would have such a little habit, "Is there such a thing?"

"You thought it was an ice cube, but you didn't expect it to be a sweet ice cream." Tang Zhiyang laughed, leaning on the cushion in the back seat and looking at the scenery outside the window.

The two fell into thinking, but Tang Zhiyang's thoughts went far away. He knew that he likes to eat candy when he is playing, he likes passionate dance music, and he can occasionally shout a few words about heavy metal rock. The indifferent and more passionate.

Tang Zhiyang pays attention to everyone's preferences, thinking that many things can be considered.

Just like he thought he knew Kan Junhuan, he knew what he liked to eat and his living habits.

I am lactose intolerant but always like to secretly put milk in the refrigerator. Apples must be eaten with crisp and juicy flesh. After brushing teeth, the toothbrush must be tilted to the left. Before going to bed, put slippers side by side. I don’t like fishy smell. But I love to eat sea prawns and crabs.

They have also lived together and faced each other day and night, but now they can no longer be said to fully understand each other.

In Kan Junhuan's eyes, what kind of person is he?

He really thought a lot that night, good and bad, hurt and resentful, and he even thought about giving up his future just because of this, and he had to stay by her side every step of the way.Later, Jin Yu told him that Kan Junhuan often watched his stage and often mentioned it in exchanges, hoping that he could make his debut safely.

Only then did Tang Zhiyang get enlightened, even though the suffocating sadness in his heart did not subside, he still had to cheer up and walk on.

"Having said so much," Jiang He suddenly looked at him, and asked half-jokingly, "I don't know what you particularly like? If you have to say when the emotion is particularly strong, it's only when you're dancing."

Seeing Tang Zhiyang's mind wandering subconsciously, Jiang He sighed, and touched the back of the other's head with his hand. Tang Zhiyang came back to his senses and looked at him in a daze. Jiang He laughed and said, "I remember, you like touching other people's heads."

"Sometimes I have to stop for a while to let myself have a good rest." Jiang He sighed, and patted Tang Zhiyang's back with his palm, "Today we will take a good rest. I haven't been shopping for a long time, and I don't know how young people are now. What's popular with people?" The old-fashioned words made the two people look at each other and smile - for idols, they are not young anymore.

The vehicle stopped, they opened the doors and filed down.

Standing at the door of my own house, it feels like a world away.

There is a simple blessing on the door, no Spring Festival couplets, and bundles of calamus and wormwood hang by the door, which have been dehydrated and air-dried.

The stairwell is a bit small, and the bill for utility bills is posted on the wall next to the door.

It seems that yesterday he was an ordinary high school student, going to and from school at the pace of life, but now he has a different identity.

Yu Fei took a nervous breath behind him. For him, Leshi's family was strictly controlled, with unreasonable disputes. What awaited them was a storm.

The door opened, and it was Leshi's mother who opened the door. She was wearing a plaid shirt, a pair of loose wide-leg pants, and an apron. She was very thin with snow-white skin.

Her gaze wandered over Le Shi, Yu Fei, and the staff behind them, and the woman bowed down to pick out a few pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet in the entrance, and said lightly, "Please come in."

Her calm demeanor and tone were exactly the same as Le Shi's.Le Shi nodded silently and went to help his mother.

The room is filled with a light and warm smell of meat. It is an extremely ordinary small family, with bright and clean windows, the TV and sofa are covered by lace cloth covers, and a basket of apples is placed on the coffee table.

There was a piece of dough on the dining table, and a large bowl filled with the stuffing of shepherd's purse and pork. Several pieces were distributed on the table, and it seemed that they were going to make dumplings.

There was nothing to say between mother and son. Yu Fei called Auntie, but the other party's eyes made him a little guilty. She nodded, let in the camera and supervisor who recorded the program, and asked Le Shi and Yu Fei to go to the room first. Put things.

Yu Fei has never entered Leshi's house, let alone his room. Seeing that the camera did not follow, he was interested in taking pictures of the dumplings on the table. He secretly hooked Leshi's finger, Leshi glanced at him, He took it into his bedroom.

A very ordinary room with a small bed, the heat of late summer has not faded away, the bed is covered with bamboo mats and towels, and an electric fan is placed at the end of the bed.There is a piano next to the desk near the window, which is also covered with matching lace cloth, and there are practice books for the grade examination on the piano board.

There is a poster behind the piano, which has turned yellow.The word "scream" is exaggerated in the font, which is the classic picture of Li Xiang raising his fist at the Black Sea.

There was Leshi's high school textbook on the desk. Yu Fei walked over and flipped through two pages, chuckled, and said with crooked eyes, "You also draw in the textbook."

The painting is a little dancing figure, pointing his toes up and holding on to his hat. The notes are written freely, so that the meaning can hardly be read clearly.

Le Shi paused for a while, then said slowly, "I still have all the books."

The furnishing of the room has hardly changed, it is still the same as the year he left.

Even the calendar on the wall still says the countdown to the college entrance examination, and time has almost stopped here.

Le Shi came to Yu Fei's side, looking at the flipped textbooks, showing a nostalgic smile from time to time, and his college entrance examination simulation papers were placed on the book stand, and Yu Fei gasped after seeing the papers he had done.

Le Shi couldn't help but said, "If I hadn't been dragged away by you, I would probably have become a serious male college student by now."

Yu Fei also laughed, turned the 38 sets of papers to the end, and suddenly yelled, he saw that the last paper was not finished, and there were a few thin lines written in the blank area of ​​the final question.

Le Shi read the beginning, and immediately reached out to snatch it, Yu Fei also let him take it, folded his arms, smiling eyes: "What did you write?"

Le Shi was stunned, the paper was clutched in his hand and stuck to his heart, his heart was pounding, as if he had discovered the most secret past, he turned his eyes away from looking at Yu Fei.

Yu Fei didn't let him go, and forced him to the wardrobe in the corner step by step. The bright sunlight spread on Le Shi, and Le Shi silently stared at Yu Fei's eyes. The sun burned brightly in those eyes. human fire.

As if wanting to avoid the high temperature brought by the gaze, Le Shi turned his face sideways in an evasive manner, but his chin was suddenly held firmly, Le Shi frowned and resisted, Yu Fei pressed his wrist and pulled it to the side of his face, Press on the closet door.His tiger's muzzle rests on Leshi's soft neck, like a wolf biting its prey's vitals.The gaze is a playful inquiry, with aggressive persecution.

Le Shi was not submissive either, with a tense face and neck raised, he looked at him quite coldly.

Yu Fei asked him with a low and hoarse voice: "...what is it?"

Leshi's Adam's apple moved, and it was hard to breathe, no matter how close Fei was, the hand that was not caught collected the test papers, and stabbed Yu Fei's abdomen gently, Yu Fei retreated subconsciously , The power of the 38 sets of comprehensive comprehensive test papers is impressive. With a real wave, there was a clear and loud "snap", and the test paper hit the center of Yu Fei's forehead.Yu Fei covered his head and yelled, and let go.

"It's nothing." Le Shi added, touching his chin uneasily, where it was still hot.

He drove Yu Fei out of the room, and looked back when he left. The old furnishings—the old time, seemed to be leaning quietly against the desk and slowly waving to him.He couldn't help but feel guilty for a while, and his eyes became slightly hot again.

Le Shi's father is not at home, it is said that he is on a business trip for a meeting.

Leshi was sitting in the restaurant making dumplings, and the relationship between him and his mother was lukewarm, but Yu Fei and the woman warmed up politely, standing by the sink, choosing vegetables and cutting meat, and chatting from time to time.

Leshi couldn't help but look at her mother, seeing her clean and neat movements, her long hair was bundled up and swayed like a horse's mane with her movements.

The firework gas rises and spreads with the sound of vegetables and meat being put into oil. When my mother closes the lid of the pot, the aroma of onion and ginger is covered by the smell of meat with spices, with a hint of sweetness. It is the braised pork that every family can cook.

She walked to the dining table, looked at the dumplings on the table, and the dough lying in Leshi's palm, finally sighed softly, took out a napkin, and wiped the flour on Leshi's cheeks when she wiped it. He squinted his eyes, but sat obediently, without saying a word.

So she sat beside Le Shi and rolled the dough without saying a word.

Yu Fei, who was watching the fire in the kitchen, glanced at the two of them from a distance.

An awkward child, a gentle adult.

After rolling out the white flour, the woman naturally started making dumplings with her hands, kneading delicate pleats, the beautiful white dumplings, and the crooked and childish ones of Leshibao, showing a distinct cuteness.

After a while, she left the restaurant and returned to take care of the meat dishes in the pot.

"Less than." She said suddenly, and Yu Fei agreed, turned off the running water in the sink, and listened quietly to Leshi's mother.

The woman pinched her nose awkwardly, her nervous habits were exactly the same as Le Shi's, she coughed a little awkwardly, lowered her voice, and asked softly: "He was over there when I was young, did he not eat?"

"He has a good appetite, Auntie." Yu Fei replied, "Don't worry."

"Then is he happy? I just saw a few days ago that an artist committed suicide at home, saying that he was under a lot of pressure." The chatterbox opened, and she talked a little more, "Didn't dare to tell his father The recording was also kept from others, I just wanted to see him when I was young."

She picked out the onion knots and ginger slices in the pot, let out a sigh of relief, and waved her hands as if covering up, "Stop talking, you just said that you were a trainee friend when you were young, but I remember how many friends he had before , can also be noisy, it rains heavily at night, singing downstairs, it scares people to death."

Yu Fei turned his eyes unnaturally, concentrated on dealing with Shanghai Qing in front of him, and replied in a low voice: "Oh, it's quite scary, disturbing people in the middle of the night, you should call the police."

"His new stage is also crazy," Le Shi's mother suddenly laughed, and she clearly said something reproachful, but she could see the deep smile marks on Qingxiu's face, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were wrinkled. "Why do so many little sisters like it? The one with the necklace and the ring looks fierce, and I don't know what song to sing."

Yu Fei looked at Le Shi's mother with great interest, the prejudice in his heart had already dissipated, and he asked softly, "Do you think Le Le is handsome when she dances?"

The woman struggled to lift the non-stick pan, and Yu Fei went over to help.

Not long after, the plate was full of candy-colored braised pork. She took a deep breath, squinted her eyes and smiled and said, "Okay. No matter what, he is my son. No matter where he is, of course he is Best looking. But—"

She paused for a moment, then said to Fei in a low voice: "Can you stop him from wearing clothes and hats like this? He looks sluggish. It would be nice to dress like you. Let his manager take care of it. Last time I put it on." What about secretly watching the show, his father saw it and almost smashed the set-top box..."

The author says:

The title of this chapter comes from the song of the same name by Mao Buyi _(:зゝ∠)_Thank you for reading!