The CP of the strong group is the sweetest [Entertainment]

The superposition of weeds and galaxies seems to have a kind of magic, which makes people never want to remember.

Yuan Xiao lay quietly beside Cheng Feng, wishing that they could do nothing and lie down like this.

"If it wasn't for you, who would hold my hand and move forward..."

In the silence, Yuan Xiao's cell phone rang suddenly, and he took it out with difficulty from his pants pocket. It showed the caller: "Jiang Panxue"

Yuan Xiao answered the phone.

"Hey, Panxue? What's the matter?"

"Are you going to come back for dinner? If you don't eat, we won't serve your noodles. We will eat by ourselves!" Jiang Panxue's energetic voice rang from the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you." Yuan Xiao quickly apologized, "We'll..."

"We won't come back for dinner, you guys can eat." Taking the phone from Yuan Xiao, Cheng Feng calmly said into it.

Yuan Xiao didn't know what Jiang Panxue said next, but Cheng Feng hummed twice, hung up the phone, and returned the phone to herself.

Yuan Xiao took the phone, and accidentally flipped it over during the handover, and he saw Cheng Feng's jacket pocket was a little bulging.

"By the way." Yuan Xiao asked, "What did you want to tell me just now? And... that notebook?"

A few days ago he saw Cheng Feng nervously throwing this notebook into the suitcase, wondering if it was something he couldn't show himself.

Yuan Xiao immediately said: "If it's a secret, just pretend I didn't ask."

Cheng Feng shook his head: "It's not a secret."

"It was originally for you." Cheng Feng said while taking out the notebook from his pocket.

He took Yuan Xiao's hand and put the leather notebook in his palm.

Cheng Feng: "Open it and have a look?"

Yuan Xiao nodded, while opening the book, by the moonlight, he could clearly see that it was a lined book—but it was not an ordinary lined book, it was a staff book with five lines in each group.

Yuan Xiao: "Staff book...?"

The paper is a bit astringent, but you can smell the pleasant fragrance of ink. Although the book is small, the cover is made of cowhide. Under the moonlight, the cowhide is shiny and beautiful, and it is definitely worth a lot.

"You haven't written a song for a long time." Cheng Feng said.

"Yes, I haven't written a song for a long time." Yuan Xiao repeated softly.

Since coming here, Yuan Xiao has transformed from a singer to a very professional variety artist. Every day when facing the camera, he is trying his best to find a way to do this job well.

Everyone thought that Yuan Xiao was just like other artists, a handsome guy, a little star who worked hard to get along in this circle.

But only Cheng Feng still remembered that Yuan Xiao first became a singer before becoming an entertainer and star.

Cheng Feng: "I like your songs very much—and I will always like them."

I remember Yuan Xiao’s sparkling eyes when he took composition class for the first time, remembering that he wrote songs on the spot where he was filming commercials and forgot to eat and sleep, and also remembered that so many stars lit up for Yuan Xiao’s works, gathering to form a summer starry sky above their heads A brighter galaxy.

Cheng Feng didn't want or allow those songs that touched so many people, his sparkling talent, to be wasted by the ordinary life day after day.

So before he set off, he bought this notebook and carried it with him, ready to give it to Yuan Xiao at the right time.

He remembers him and understands him.Yuan Xiao thought to himself.

Yuan Xiao caressed the cover of the leather staff, and he couldn't taste his own inner taste.

After a while, he pounced on Cheng Feng, and for the first time tonight, he pressed his lips to Cheng Feng's very enthusiastically.

The two kissed fiercely under the starry sky. It took an unknown amount of time before Yuan Xiao let go of his wrapping around Cheng Feng's neck.

Yuan Xiao: "Can I use it now?"

Cheng Feng's kiss was too hard just now, Yuan Xiao's lips were red and swollen from the kiss, he panted, looked at Cheng Feng, and held up the gift he had just received.

Cheng Feng moved closer to him, took out a pen from his pocket, took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and lifted it up so that the light source was cast from the top of Yuan Xiao's head.

"Of course." Cheng Feng said, "Anytime."

·

This is a very peculiar picture.

On the edge of the field between the countryside, two teenagers sit leaning against each other, the stronger one holds a flashlight high, while the thinner one bows his head and writes furiously in a notebook.

Yuan Xiao writes very forgetfully.

The breeze in the mountains, the fragrance of the grass, the starry sky and kisses are all elements that can be turned into a melody, and he writes these things into the song with ease.

The stories during this period are compiled into a harmonious musical score according to the rules, and finally displayed on a staff that requires some skills to be understood.

Yuan Xiao didn't know how long it took him to write these things, but it was almost done in one go.

Yuan Xiao finished writing the music, sang it silently in his heart, closed the book, tilted his head back, and lightly touched the back of his head with Cheng Feng's raised arm.

Yuan Xiao quickly turned his head.

It was only then that Yuan Xiao noticed: "Cheng Feng...you just started...could it be...?"

"Yeah." Cheng Feng put down his stiffly raised hand and turned off the flashlight, "It's okay."

Yuan Xiao quickly sat up, stretched out his hand to touch his forearm, squeezed it lightly, and apologized all over his face: "I'm sorry, I forgot too much just now..."

Before Yuan Xiao finished speaking, Cheng Feng's left half of his face was pinched by Cheng Feng's two hands, and Cheng Feng gently pulled his cheek out.

"Don't say sorry." Cheng Feng said, stood up, and extended his hand to Yuan Xiao.

The back of the clothes of both of them were wet a lot, but Yuan Xiao had no time to worry about it. He stretched out his hand gently, and the moment his palm touched Cheng Feng's, Cheng Feng took it in tightly and squeezed his hand. The palm clasped.

Yuan Xiao turned his head sideways in embarrassment, pinching the staff book with the other hand, slightly sweating.

There was not even a single person on the country road at night, and it was so quiet that one could hear one's violent heartbeat, but the road was too short, as if it took no more than 5 minutes to walk, and they saw their yard.

The warm light in the small courtyard also meant that there were cameras in front of him. Cheng Feng stopped, pecked Yuan Xiao's lips lightly, and then let go of his hand.

The two returned to the yard side by side, greeted the others in a hurry, and went into the kitchen on the grounds that they wanted to eat.

Close the door, lock the door, cover the camera, cover the windows, and this place becomes a natural secret room.

Under the stove is a small fire that has been kept on forever. Yuan Xiao added two handfuls of firewood into it, and it immediately flourished.

Cheng Feng boiled water, below, add a poached egg, put the boiled water and noodles into a bowl with only lard and soy sauce, and the aroma is tangy.

The two of them moved chairs and sat by the stove, Cheng Feng put the first bowl in front of Yuan Xiao.

Yuan Xiao took a bite and almost swallowed his whole soul together.

So delicious, really delicious!

How did he never realize that this simple noodle can be so delicious!

Which manufacturer is this made by?Be sure to stock up on some when you go back!

After eating several mouthfuls of noodles absently, Yuan Xiao rummaged through the noodle bowl, and suddenly found a noodle that could be seen from both ends.

Yuan Xiao thought about it.

Picking up the noodle, Yuan Xiao handed it to Cheng Feng.

"Ah..." Yuan Xiao said embarrassedly.

Cheng Feng opened his mouth and swallowed the noodle that Yuan Xiao gave him. Then, Yuan Xiao wrapped the other end of the noodle with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth. inside.

Then, Yuan Xiao froze on the spot motionless as if he had been cast a body-holding technique suddenly.

too!Embarrassed!embarrassed!up!

What do you think!Why would you do such a thing!

Now a piece of noodles is in my mouth, not up or down, and I can't spit it out directly...

Between Yuan Xiao's stiffness and embarrassment, Cheng Feng had already slowly put the other end of the noodles into his mouth. The more noodles he swallowed, the closer he was to Yuan Xiao.

The tips of the two people's noses touched each other first, then Cheng Feng turned his head, glanced at Yuan Xiao's flushed face, and swallowed the whole noodle, including Yuan Xiao's lips.

There was no next step, Cheng Feng moved his lips and looked at Yuan Xiao with some amusement.

"I... I didn't do it on purpose!" Yuan Xiao was so ashamed that she was about to cry.

"Oh." Cheng Feng nodded, removed the noodle bowl, and stood up.

Walking in front of Yuan Xiao, Cheng Feng stretched out his palm, pressed the back of Yuan Xiao's head forcefully again, and then pressed his lips against it without any explanation.

The flexible tongue flicked Yuan Xiao's mouth, and there was a sweet smell in Yuan Xiao's mouth, which was the strawberry fragrance that came from nowhere.

After tasting Yuan Xiao's mouth, Cheng Feng straightened up, and stroked Yuan Xiao's flushed cheek with his thumb.

"You didn't mean it." Cheng Feng said.

"But I am." Cheng Feng lowered his waist, and pressed Yuan Xiao's lips again.

·

In the end, the noodles were pitifully lumped into the bowl, and the two of them ate half of the bowl, and then they could only waste food.

Carrying two bowls of noodles, he ran to the edge of the field and dug a hole to bury them. Yuan Xiao and Cheng Feng looked at each other and couldn't help laughing together.

The two of them returned to the courtyard with the bowls in their hands, and became much more restrained.

After all, the yard is full of cameras, and the two of them can only take a shower separately before going back to the room.

When they returned to the room, they saw that the light in Zhong Qi's room was still on, and Zhong Qi was not sleeping, wearing headphones and didn't know what he was doing, and signaled them to ignore themselves.

Grabbing a towel, Cheng Feng wiped his freshly washed hair, then separated his fingers, pushed the hair back up, walked to the side of the suitcase, and grabbed a handful of cosmic-colored ukuleles from it.

Yuan Xiao's eyes were following Cheng Feng, and the moment he saw the ukulele, his eyes brightened.

"You brought all of this?!" Yuan Xiao said in surprise.

"Try it." Cheng Feng gave him the ukulele, "Although it's not as good as the guitar, but you can still listen to the song you just wrote."

"it is good!"

Taking the ukulele, Yuan Xiao plucked the strings a little bit, without opening the staff book, those notes were in his heart.

It was a kind of melodious and quiet music with a sense of country tune, with a little sadness that was not easy to detect.

After playing a passage quietly, Yuan Xiaogang wanted to ask Cheng Feng's evaluation, but when he looked up, he saw Zhong Qi appearing at the door of the room at some point, looking at him with strange eyes.

"You got the inspiration from country blues?" Zhong Qi frowned and asked, "Who wrote this? Did you write it?"

The author has something to say: The story has finally come here.Cheng Feng, he will always remember Yuan Xiao's dream clearly.

Then there is the foreshadowing of Teacher Zhong.In fact, the biggest foreshadowing is the hot software that he opens the tablet to play, which is an arrangement software.

Mr. Zhong is a 233 I gave A Xiao.It can't be said to be a failure, but I can only say that I think that anyone who wants to succeed must study hard. No, the opportunity to learn has come.