worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

After another hour or so, when it was almost the finale, Song Ci suddenly put the phone into Ji Huai's hand: "I'm going to the bathroom, remember to record the song for me later."

During the whole way to watch the concert, Song Ci couldn't stop taking pictures with his mobile phone, and showed a silly smile from time to time, which already made Ji Huai very upset.

Now you still have to go ahead and ask him to take pictures for him?

Ah.

Ji Huai didn't move.

Song Ci stuffed the phone into his arms: "Listen carefully, there is something I want to tell you in this song, alas, it's a pity, if I didn't hold back, I would definitely have to shoot it myself."

Ji Huai looked up at him, paused for a while, raised his brows, and finally condescended to reach out and take the phone.

Song Ci left the seat, and immediately went to the backstage with the staff. The makeup artist and stylist hurried over to help him change his clothes.

Shan Yangxia just finished singing, came to the backstage, reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Come on, brother, the stage is entrusted to you."

Song Ci smiled at him: "We must live up to expectations."

On the stage, the host held a cue card and said in a very contagious voice: "Next, let us look forward to a special performance! I hope it can bring you a new and different experience~"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire stage was completely darkened, all the lights in the arena were turned off, the entire hall was plunged into darkness, and someone began to whisper.

——Looking at the situation, it is obvious that they want to play a big game.

Everyone began to look forward to it.

Ji Huai's heart suddenly jumped faster, his Adam's apple rolled up and down gently, and he looked towards the stage without blinking.

And just at this moment, there was a slap, and a beam of light shot out on the stage. In the beam, a person dressed in white landed lightly, and everyone's eyes were instantly attracted to him.

The moment Song Ci landed on the ground, the lights suddenly went dark again.

The voice of Song Ci was like a gurgling spring, which sounded from the stereo and reached everyone's ears: "The name of the song sung today is Huanxi."

Everyone waited with bated breath, watching the stage nervously, not daring to miss it for a moment.

The lights turned on again, but only the beam above Song Ci's head was on.

Song Ci looked at the top of his head and snapped his fingers lightly.

With a swipe, a large piece of dark blue sky covered the ceiling at the top of the venue, and one after another bright stars bloomed dazzlingly, shining with their own unique brilliance.

As the melody sounded, Song Ci looked at a certain direction off the stage, bent the corners of his lips, and began to sing: "Our beginning is a wonderful dream..."

He flipped his wrist, and a transparent balloon came out out of thin air, and then he threw the balloon into the air—with a bang, the balloon exploded in the air, but countless balloons suddenly landed from above, pink, blue Blue, light purple... Floating in the air.

The background changed drastically, from a dark blue starry sky to a pink dreamy nebula.

Some girls began to scream in a low voice, and they were stabbed in the hearts of the girls one after another.

"There are countless stardust in the vast universe, blinking and flickering, guiding me to your little planet..."

The singing of Song Ci is affectionate and moving, it seems that every word and every sentence is full of sweetness.

The audience listening to the song instantly felt as if they were immersed in a honey jar and were eating sugar.

He took a step forward, and transparent steps appeared under his feet, and the background of the entire venue changed again, turning into a boundless universe, where brilliant star clusters rotate quietly.

Wherever Song Ci went, countless small planets sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Song Ci sat on a small planet and lay down slowly, with a smile on his face, the back of his head resting on his folded arms, his posture was leisurely and casual.

"A little more joy every minute and every second..."

He tilted his head, looked towards a certain direction under the stage, blinked his eyes, his exquisite face was shining beautifully as if carved from jade, it almost made the magnificent background behind him look inferior : "I like it more than one point a day..."

The audience turned into groundhogs one by one, screaming in their hearts: ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah what is this inexplicable feeling of being confessed! ! ! !

Song Ci sat up, tilted his head, and snapped his fingers casually, the scene changed again, the soft melody was like a spring breeze brushing against people's cheeks, making people immerse themselves in this sweet and dreamy song in romantic songs.

Pink hearts are flying all over the sky, like elves representing the god of love.

Song Ci continued to sing, the singing, the sound, was full of honey-like sugar, which made people's ears numb and their hearts trembled. There was an urge to fall in love.

The background is constantly changing along with his lyrics, each scene is exquisite and beautiful, magnifying people's visual senses countless times, as if they have also followed the starry sky, came to the universe, and are in a dreamy nebula.

When reaching the climax, Song Ci stared at one direction, and sang slowly and clearly: "I want to go on with you, and meeting you is the most beautiful joy in this life."

Immediately, he did not know where to conjure a rose flower. He gently folded off a petal and blew it on his lips. A gust of wind blew across half of the sky, and red petals filled the sky in the other half of the venue.

With a bang, the petals fluttered and fell like rain.

The beautiful and peaceful melody is still sounding, but the song is over.

Song Ci panted slightly. He stood on the spot, put his hand on his chest, and bowed to all the audience very gentlemanly. Then he raised the corners of his lips, and a smile overflowed his lips like water, and slowly Climbing to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, he said softly: "This song is written for you, sung for you, and performed for you alone. Mr. Ji, I hope you will like it."

Then he threw the rose branch in his hand upwards, and the next moment, he disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the magnificent red petals on the ground.

The arena fell into a deathly silence for a second, and immediately, as if a pot of hot water had been poured into the auditorium, everyone started screaming at the same time, as if at this moment, except ah ah ah Apart from screaming, there are no other suitable words to describe their mood.

——Oh my god, what a beautiful special effect is this! ! ! !

——Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! !

——Ci Zai ah ah ah ah, that is Ci Zai ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! ! !So beautiful that I could cry ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! ! !

——I really want to fall in love!My heart has been overloaded during the whole song just now! ! !Only the rose in Song Ci's hand can save me! ! !

——I want to turn into a rose, as long as I can let him touch it! !

Everyone went crazy. They were all discussing the song and the person who sang it. It wasn't until the host came to the stage and announced that the finale song was about to be on stage that they could calm down temporarily.

But half an hour later, they realized that something was wrong, and began to seriously study who Song Ci said about Mr. Ji, the little beauty that made them go crazy all night Song Ci was being pressed on the car door and kissed fiercely, as if the person who kissed him wanted to tear him apart and eat him whole.

Song Ci was dizzy from the kiss, and could only be supported by Ji Huai's arms and the car door behind him.

He panted and turned his head: "Wait a minute...wait a minute...there are cameras here..."

Ji Huai hummed, opened the car door, and immediately pushed Song Ci in.

……

The two of them didn't make it to the end, Ji Huai only ate half full, and he helped Song Ci rearrange his clothes.

Song Ci: "...Do you like the song I sang to you?"

It was written to Ji Huai when he was lying on the ground that day in the study.

Ji Huai hummed.

Song Ci bent his eyes at him and smiled: "Happy birthday, Mr. Ji."

He must be the last one to bless him today.

When Song Ci laughed, it was like a flower slowly blooming, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, against the background of such dim lights, it was shockingly beautiful and captivating.

Especially the bright red on his lips, and the teardrop slowly sliding down from the corner of his eye - that's because he was bullied by Ji Huai just now.

Coquettish and extravagant.

All of them stimulated Ji Huai.

Ji Huai lowered his head and kissed away the drop of transparent liquid at the corner of his eyes, reached out to hold his hand and slid it down.

When Song Ci's hand was passively touched, he shivered suddenly, swallowed hard, and his voice trembled: "Ji Huai..."

Ji Huai lowered his head and kissed his lips: "Yes."

……

On this day of the new year, festive songs are being played in the streets and alleys. The wind blows by, the dead leaves wither, and it snows again soon. thick covering the earth.

Song Ci stayed in bed for a while, and when he woke up, his face was full of displeasure.

Song Ci doesn't like winter, it's too cold. Every time he spends winter, he feels as if he's going to freeze to death, so he can sleep in bed as long as he can.

In the case of insufficient sleep, he will be particularly angry when he wakes up.

But today is doomed, because I have to go back to Ji's house for the New Year.

When Ji Huaika came over to call Song Ci at eight o'clock, Song Ci sat on the bed, hugging the quilt in a daze.

After Ji Huai finished washing and made breakfast, Song Ci was still in a daze.

Ji Huai walked to the side of the bed, reached out and stroked his hair: "Get up."

Song Ci embraced his waist and rubbed against his arms twice: "I still want to sleep a little longer."

Ji Huai flatly refused: "No."

Song Ci looked at him, curled his lips, then let go of Ji Huai, and took off his pajamas in front of him. Ji Huai immediately turned around, like a gentleman who sees no evil, and said something After getting dressed, I quickly got down and left.

Song Ci: "..."

This person is not the same person who took off his clothes in the car yesterday, right?

After eating, they drove back to Ji's house together.

As soon as they arrived at the gate of Ji's house, Ji Yan, who was wearing a red padded coat, ran out. She hugged Song Ci's leg and shouted, "Happy New Year, little uncle!"

Song Ci narrowed his eyes and smiled, bent down and picked her up, and took out a handful of chocolates from the pocket of his cotton-padded jacket with his other hand, and gave her: "Be good, Happy New Year to you too."

It was the first time Ji Yan saw someone give her so much chocolate at once, her eyes were shining, and she whispered in her ear: "Little uncle, from today onwards, you are a father."

Song Ci was a little dazed: "...huh?"

Ji Yan ate the chocolate happily: "Uncle used chocolate to ask me which of the two of you, were you father or mother? He wanted me to answer that you were mother, but he was too stingy and only gave me a piece of chocolate. Hello Uncle, you are prettier than him, and you love to laugh more than him, I like you so much."

Song Ci: "..."

How did Ji Huai do such a naive thing?

After a while, he couldn't help laughing: "Thank you for liking me so much, and I like you very much."

Ji Yan tilted her head, and kissed Song Ci's face forcefully with her mouth still stained with chocolate, which was equivalent to stamping Song Ci's name, she would do this to anyone she liked.

Song Ci couldn't help laughing, touched his face, and felt quite honored. Just as he was about to carry Ji Yan to enter the door, Ji Huai, who had parked the car and rushed over, suddenly reached out and took Ji Yan, with a calm voice: "She is quite heavy. Let me hug you."

Song Ci: "...Huh?"

Before he could react, Ji Huai, holding Ji Yan in his arms, walked into the door of Ji's house.

Song Ci: Can sing, dance, act, and draw a little bit, beautiful and sweet, versatile.

Ji Huai: I will be jealous a few times.