A soft kiss was imprinted on the cheek, staying only for a moment before hurriedly leaving, but it seemed to leave an indelible mark.
The lights in the campsite went out, and the wind whistled behind him, blowing through his thin shirt and onto his hot skin. Xie Lan splashed water on his face from the faucet in the campsite. The cool water brushed over his skin, awakening him for a moment, but he was soon overcome by the even more intense heat.
Dou Sheng was not far behind him, watching him finish washing up and walk back to the tent on the sand and stones on the ground.
After a day of hard work, all the boys fell asleep. The tent was dark, with only two empty sleeping bags near the door.
Xie Lan lifted one of them up and laid him down. After a while, Dou Sheng came in from outside.
In the darkness, Dou Sheng went to where the luggage was piled and fiddled with it for a while, then walked over to him and dropped something.
It was a vest, the same one Zhao Wenying bought for them.
"Wear this to sleep, it's more comfortable."
Dou Sheng whispered as he took off his T-shirt and put on another vest.
Xie Lan nodded, took off his clothes, put on a vest, and got into the sleeping bag.
The sleeping bags we bought at the camp store were of average quality. They had zippers on both sides, and when they were all zipped up, the sides of the sleeping bag would lift up, trapping the person in the middle.
Xie Lan turned over several times in his sleeping bag and silently zipped up the right side.
"Good night," he whispered.
Dou Sheng hummed softly, "I'm almost asleep."
Everything was quiet except for the sound of the wind outside.
This camping site is next to a village. There is no tall buildings to shelter it, and it is not backed by mountains or forests. The wind is getting louder and louder, howling outside.
Xie Lan closed his eyes for a while, and felt a cold wind blowing in through the side seams of his sleeping bag. The little warmth he had just accumulated with his body temperature quickly faded.
Beside him was the sound of Dou Sheng's even breathing. He endured it for a while but felt it was getting colder and colder, so he silently reached out his hand to touch the clothes thrown between them and pulled them into the sleeping bag.
After struggling to put on his clothes, Xie Lan breathed a sigh of relief and turned over.
After a few seconds, he opened his eyes again.
Damn, I wore it wrong.
He curled up in his sleeping bag, feeling a little suffocated, and lifted his collar to smell.
It was the minty scent of Dou Sheng's shower gel. The scent was very strong and remained on the T-shirt, even after a day of walking.
He stayed in his sleeping bag for a while, then reached out to touch his own. The moment his hand touched the familiar soft fabric, another hand suddenly came up to him.
Dou Sheng's breathing was still even, no different from when Xie Lan thought he was asleep just now.
But his palms were very hot. He covered Xie Lan's hand between them with his palms and gently pinched his finger bones.
Xie Lan paused, closed his eyes, turned his hand upward, and squeezed his fingers between his fingers.
He listened to the breathing of his friends around him, and squeezed Dou Sheng's hand tightly. Dou Sheng's fingers passed through his fingers and gently drew circles on the back of his hand.
After a while, Xie Lan opened his eyes with a red face and struggled a bit.
Doing little things while your friends are sleeping is childish and annoying.
Suddenly, there was a sound of light footsteps approaching in the darkness. Xie Lan looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a dark shadow that had moved between him and Dou Sheng at some point. Dou Sheng reacted and suddenly loosened his hand, but before he could pull it away, a force that shocked Xie Lan for a whole year suddenly pressed down on his hand.
A silent scream came from Xie Lan's chest.
Che Ziming groaned and muttered, "What the hell did I step on?"
Xie Lan: “…”
Dou Sheng: “…”
Che Ming looked back in confusion, fumbled for a long time before taking out his cell phone from his pocket, and waved the light between the two sleeping bags.
There was nothing on the ground except a balled-up white T-shirt.
He breathed a sigh of relief, turned off his phone, fumbled for the door curtain, lifted it, and went out.
Xie Lan was in his sleeping bag, touching his hand that had been stepped on hard, speechless.
Che Ming didn't look fat at ordinary times, but he could crush a person's hand with one kick. Fortunately, his hand was at the bottom, and Dou Sheng was the poor man who faced the injury directly.
They didn't say anything. Xie Lan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and calmed down to prepare for sleep.
A few minutes later, Che Ziming came back from the toilet, yawned, walked between the two of them, and squatted down.
"Just freeze to death."
He muttered as he fumbled around Xie Lan's sleeping bag for a while, found the zipper, and with a "swish" he closed the open side opening of Xie Lan's bed.
Then he turned around from his squatting position and touched Dou Sheng's sleeping bag again, making another skillful "zizi" sound.
"That's right, Dad loves you."
Che Ziming yawned, and with a bit of drunkenness in his eyes, he staggered and rolled away.
The tent fell silent again. Xie Lan was tied up in the sleeping bag in silence. After a while, he suddenly heard Dou Sheng's low laugh.
He said indifferently: "Stop laughing, it's too noisy."
"sorry."
Dou Sheng apologized, but he laughed even more happily. He turned over with difficulty, and his laughter was also suppressed in his sleeping bag.
When Xie Lan woke up the next day, he felt as if his whole body had been beaten to pieces. The bus was going to take them from the campsite to the Three Gorges Hydropower Station Scenic Area. The journey took more than an hour. Everyone shared breakfast on the bus and chatted noisily.
Che Ziming knelt on his seat, turned around and scolded Xie Lan, "You look like a young master. You didn't even stretch out your sleeping bag last night. It's easy to catch a cold, don't you know that?"
Xie Lan looked at him dimly: "I don't know."
Che Ziming puffed out his chest contentedly, reached out and patted his shoulder, "Luckily I helped you get on board, no need to thank me. Oh, I helped Douzi too, you two are the same."
Dou Sheng was standing beside him, rubbing his nose with his head down, his hair hiding his expression. He looked like he was trying to wake himself up, but in fact, he was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that his hands were shaking.
Liu Yixuan suddenly shouted, "Hey, that Zhai Dance video was approved yesterday afternoon. I forgot to check it. How could an outdated internet celebrity like Liandance make it to the front page!"
Yu Fei immediately stood up and walked towards her, "Let me see."
Everyone came forward. Xie Lan felt pain all over his body and was too lazy to move. Dou Sheng also sat there with a nonchalant smile.
"Would you like to take a look together?" Dou Sheng asked in a low voice without sincerity.
Xie Lan paused, "Look at your own."
After they confessed their love for each other, there seemed to be a subtle hesitation between the two, and the distance between them seemed to be even greater than before.
Xie Lan subconsciously glanced at the crowd. Fortunately, that group of people were gathered together looking at their phones and no one turned back to look over here.
In fact, it didn't matter if he looked back. He and Dou Sheng were sitting in their seats just fine, no different from usual.
Only those who have something to hide will scare themselves.
Xie Lan heaved a sigh of relief, put on his headphones and refreshed the homepage. After a few tries, he saw the video in the upper left corner.
《Dancing with my classmates on my birthday | Four men and two women | Campus house dance》
A warm and joyful melody sounded as the screen opened, and the back screen was a mixed cut of everyone's solo dance shots. Liu Yixuan lowered her head, and Xie Lan and Dou Sheng happened to be the last two. The music was stuck in the movement of their hands moving to the sides of their faces, and they moved from left to right, connecting smoothly.
After the prelude, the human voice began to sing, and the screen switched to a picture of six people dancing together in the sky corridor. Xie Lan was at the far left of the front row, and Dou Sheng was watching from behind him with a smile. The pictures of different members kept interspersing, and the comments were very friendly, praising almost everyone.
-Dream Link
-Douzi and Xie Lan
-I’m in the same class with Croissant!
-Dance Love, Back to the Past
-Lanzai's face says "no", it's hilarious
- Bean is really good at twisting
-Lanzi's waist swells
-My legs are so long! I'm dying!
-The two little sisters are so cute!
On the day of filming, Liu Yixuan said a word: "every person has a different face", and it was indeed reflected in the video.
Without deliberate expression management, everyone retains their own characteristics. Liu Yixuan has a sweet smile and performs every move to standard. Dong Shuijing is gentle but a little reserved. Dai You's body movements are not very skillful, but his gentle temperament covers up the embarrassment. Yu Fei's face is usually droopy, but his expression is very serious. As someone who has learned Sanda, it is no problem for him to dance a few home dance moves. There is a kind of beauty of both hardness and softness. Dou Sheng was very lively and smiling throughout the whole process, which was in sharp contrast to Xie Lan, the expressionless tool in front.
They danced together in the glass corridor of the campus, and then slowly walked down the outdoor stairs, leaving footprints on the long sycamore tree-lined avenue.
During the duet dance, Xie Lan and Dou Sheng were flooded with comments in those few seconds.
-It's so funny, Lanzi looks like he wants to kill someone
- If Lanzai is kidnapped, just blink.
-Every time Douzi turns back with enthusiasm, he is killed by the eyes
-Bean: Gradually doubting life
-Bean: The smile gradually disappears
-Lanzai: Damn it, it’s so annoying
-Lanzai: Where am I, what am I doing, who is this smiling guy!
Xie Lan looked at the comments and laughed at his indifference, feeling a little guilty.
Because it is difficult for some handsome guys to admit it, he did put on a face like someone owed him money when they were dancing together that day. Dou Sheng's long arms and legs danced in the air like noodles, and he seemed to be eager to poke him, but was discouraged by his cold face.
Xie Lan glanced at Dou Sheng, whose screen was also showing this scene. He paused the scene, leaned over and whispered, "The couple relationship is too strong."
Xie Lan was shocked: "What?"
"CP feeling means they look like a couple." Dou Sheng whispered in his ear, "I didn't feel that way when I first saw the film, but it's a little obvious in the finished film. If I were a fan, I could imagine a 10,000-word drama."
Xie Lan's heart began to get agitated again. He moved to the side uneasily and leaned against the cold car window. "That's because you have something on your mind."
“Just wait and see if you don’t believe me.” Dou Sheng snorted and laughed, “It’s been almost a day since the video was posted. My fans are so good at stirring up trouble…”
Xie Lan ignored him. After he retreated back to his seat, he could not help but pick up his phone again.
He tilted the phone towards himself, found the previous handwriting video of Qianceng Routines on the cache page, clicked on it and refreshed it, and actually refreshed p2.
Love Cycle | dmemDon't Stare
Introduction: 0502 early morning chicken blood update, the latest class home dance interaction, BGM "Love Cycle"
Knew it.
Xie Lan has been secretly following this account for a long time, and is at the forefront of his and Dou Sheng's human output, being very dedicated.
He glanced at Dou Sheng, leaned back against the car window with an expressionless face, and clicked play.
The video simply and crudely loops the 16-second solo dance that he and Dou Sheng did in the home dance video, and uses editing to make the movements coincide with the new music. It is the original soundtrack, and the subtitles show the re-written lyrics.
se~no!
Don't stare at me
I told you not to stare.
At least don't shout "Lanlan, Lanlan" all the time.
I avoided it expressionlessly at least 10,000 times
Every time I peek, I get caught
Peep the eyes? Peep the cheeks
But, strangely, something seems to be wrong.
Although they are obviously boys
Just stare at it for ten thousand years
Can I be your boyfriend
Then let me work hard for it!
Look, look, look
Seeing his cold eyes
A roll of the eyes can give me more power
Look, look, look
If he could smile back occasionally
I will immediately feel happy~
"What are you looking at?" Dou Sheng suddenly came over.
Xie Lan failed to hold the phone, threw it up, caught it in a panic, and locked the screen with a cold face.
The song was still being chanted in the headphones, and he said coldly amid the sweet background music: "Don't disturb my studies."
Dou Sheng was stunned. "Still studying when you're out having fun? Online classes?"
Xie Lan hummed, turned sideways with his back to his phone, and turned on the screen again.
He calmly said to the screen full of love that was about to overflow: "Appreciation of Su Dongpo's poems."
"..." Dou Sheng frowned for a while, "Can you show me your appreciation too?"
Xie Lan immediately put the phone back and said unhappily, "Go away, I'm going to fail Chinese."
Dou Sheng was silent for a moment, "Did you pass the exam?"
Xie Lan did not answer. He stared at the two people dancing on the screen with a serious expression as if he was studying hard. When Dou Sheng turned away with a puzzled look on his face, he curled the corners of his lips.
This video is really good, even better than Liu Yixuan’s feature film.
Unfortunately, each account can only contribute one-click triple-link once.
According to the plan, Xie Lan was going to film a performance at the hydropower station. It was just morning when they entered the scenic area, and Dou Sheng took out the drone to fly while there were few people.
The drone followed Xie Lan, as if from the perspective of Dou Sheng's boyfriend. This perception made Xie Lan a little uncomfortable standing in the sun. He was still wearing Dou Sheng's T-shirt from yesterday, and subconsciously hugged the violin tightly.
In the bright morning of the Three Gorges, the aerial perspective zooms in on the vast and spectacular vista, then returns to one end of the dam, giving a glittering close-up of a young man in white playing the violin in the sun.
…
After returning from Yichang, Xie Lan clearly felt that he was becoming more and more popular on Bilibili. The home dance video seemed to have become a kind of warm-up. When it was posted on the homepage during holidays, the three main creators all gained a lot of fans.
Soon after, on the last day before the end of the holiday, he and Dou Sheng edited the video of the trip and rushed to submit it before the deadline of the #心动音乐# event.
"opEdition-On the Top of the Red Flame|Performing at the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River|Xie Lan Focus"
Dou Sheng's editing skills and camera language have become more and more sophisticated. With the help of aerial photography, a simple outdoor performance has been passionately transformed into a humanities and geography art blockbuster.
The camera flies freely in the canyon, eagles fly in the sky, streams gurgle, and the forest rustles in the wind. As the music progresses, the scenery of the Yangtze River Canyon and the figure of a young man playing the guitar in the mountains interweave with the rhythm of the music.
The sections of the Three Gorges Dam and the Baima Canyon are smoothly spliced together, merging with a flood discharge scene in a documentary. The waves crash against the shore, huge waves wash in the silence, and a sob of a violin is smoothly brought out amid the rumbling sound of water. A young boy in the corner of the picture plays quietly, and the sound track of the piano covers all the sounds, echoing in the canyons and forests, and being carried farther by the wind.
The ending fades out with the backs of a group of people leaving the valley. The people in front are talking and laughing, and gradually become small black dots in the distance in the camera. Xie Lan is alone in the close-up, carrying his violin, walking to the exit of the canyon and looking back. The wind blows the boy's black hair to dance lightly in the air. There is a little light in his black eyes, and a faint smile, which stops abruptly with the last note of the music.
…
Xie Lan had carefully polished the song "On the Top of the Red Flame". The melody variations and movement structure were full of ingenuity. His skills had been questioned before, so he simply added a little difficulty to the rhythm and bowing. The song lived up to expectations. It became popular soon after the video came out. The cover challenge swept the music area, and the popularity was even stronger than "hblood" on YouTube that year. The video was circulated wildly on various platforms for a while, and with the help of a certain Youth League Committee, the speed of the increase in the number of views has far exceeded the number of fans of the two. In Dou Sheng's words, this is called "going viral".
The most obvious feeling that Xie Lan had after going viral was that the speed at which his fans increased was almost difficult to measure. Within a single day, the number of fans soared to hundreds of thousands, and his private messages were flooded with various business matters. The owls in Class 4 were even happier than he and Dou Sheng, and they discussed thousands of posts vigorously in the class group.
The day before the end of the semester, students returned to school for evening self-study as usual. Xie Lan had just packed up his things at his seat when Liu Yixuan ran over and said with a smile, "Congratulations to the station master!"
Xie Lan looked up in surprise, "What?"
Liu Yixuan waved his phone and said, "We must refresh our mobile phone to be included in the site. I saw the private message and heard that there will be an operation notification."
The video had just exceeded 10 million views in the afternoon, and the operation notification was already quietly lying in the private message. Xie Lan followed the hot spots on the homepage to enter the must-see column of the site. It was a golden page, and his and Dou Sheng’s video was placed in the "New Treasures" column, almost in the middle.
The video cover is a close-up of him standing on a mountaintop, drawing his bow and lowering his eyes. The platform put a golden note of his achievement above the cover: "A masterpiece that harmoniously combines natural scenery with humanistic music, just like the passion of a young man, triggering a wave of cover performances across the site."
Dou Sheng came in from outside, holding two cups of milk tea in his hands, and put one cup on Xie Lan's desk.
"That's amazing, you cat." He said with a sigh, "No matter how many top 100s there are, they can't get the honor of having to brush up on the list before entering the station. If you keep up this momentum, you will definitely get a spot in the top 100 music section this year."
Xie Lan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Are you depressed?"
Dou Sheng smiled and said, "Of course I'm not depressed. I edited this video."
As he spoke, he leaned close to Xie Lan's ear, his breath sprayed on Xie Lan's earlobe, and whispered: "But my boyfriend wants to reward me."
People were coming and going in the class, class representatives from each subject were urging students to do their homework, and Che Ziming and Wang Gou were performing crosstalk nearby.
The evening breeze was clearly cool, but Xie Lan, who was sitting by the window, felt heat spreading from his ears downwards.
In fact, he hadn't had much close contact with Dou Sheng in the past few days since he came back, and they even talked less than before.
There seemed to be a delicate string always stretched between the two of them, and there was a great sense of tension whenever they got close.
Dou Sheng sat back up, put his hands on the table, twirled the pen in circles, and looked at Xie Lan with a smile.
After a long while, Xie Lan said calmly: "What reward do you want?"
"You have reached one million followers, little Xie Lan." Dou Sheng held out a pen and poked Xie Lan's wrist gently with the end. "Do you know what the convention is for reaching one million followers on B Station?"
"Um?"
Xie Lan's heart, which was distracted by the pen, returned to him. He looked at Dou Sheng and suddenly had a familiar bad premonition.
Sure enough, Dou Sheng glanced at the back door, poked it twice, pushed the phone over, and winked at him.
Taobao order page.
Still from the same JK custom-made shop, Dou Sheng ordered a set of DK uniforms for high school boys, which consisted of dark gray uniform pants, a light gray shirt, and a cream-colored tie that was the same color as the JK uniforms he had worn before.
Xie Lan's pupils trembled: "What do you mean?"
"I'm almost at 2 million followers." Dou Sheng lazily leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "It's really annoying that my followers are increasing so quickly. I just started wearing women's clothes not long ago and I'm being asked to do something again. Fortunately, I have someone to accompany me this time."
Xie Lan choked, "... I hope the person you're talking about isn't me."
"It's you. Who else could it be but you?" Dou Sheng muttered while pressing on his shoulder. "Can't you just wear DK clothes? I'll do JK. I've already thought of the plot. It's about the private time of the school beauty Douzi and the school hunk Xie Lan. Our goal is to blow up Station B."
Xie Lan: “…”
Can you hit someone
The Tragic Time When the School Beauty Douzi Was Beaten Up by the School Hunk Xie Lan
Let's destroy it, together.