Qiao Fengtian actually has raw hands. He hasn't done this kind of work for a long time. When he was drawing eyeliner for a few girls, he rubbed, painted, and rubbed. . Seeing that the corners of people's eyes turned red, Qiao Fengtian apologized, the girls were all talkative, waved their hands, and stuffed a pocket of Qiao Fengtian's favorite nuts and chocolates.
Zheng Siqi came over halfway, and stuffed Qiao Fengtian, who was gluing false eyelashes, into the tea room at the backstage, watched him wash the eyeliner and eye gel, and gave him two peeled crystal rice dumplings. One red bean stuffing, one pickled plum stuffing. Qiao Fengtian asked him where he came from, and Zheng Siqi pointed out the door - the head of the department bled blood, and bought it himself.
"The girls in your class are so beautiful." Qiao Fengtian took a bite of the pickled plum, the skin was cold and soft, and there was a lump of crushed plum flesh embedded in it. It seemed to be mixed with a few stained cherry blossoms. A touch of sour and salty, "Everyone is good too."
"Study is not bad, Bao Yan Bao left twelve." Zheng Siqi echoed.
Qiao Fengtian gave him a thumbs up.
The graduation show officially started at 6:30 in the evening. Five minutes before the opening, the entrance of the auditorium was crowded with students entering the hall. There are also many students from other schools. They are in their 30s and 40s with long guns and short cannons.
Zheng Siqi clipped his badge on Qiao Fengtian's forehead collar and instructed Qiao Fengtian to sit in the teacher's seat in the first three columns. Qiao Fengtian didn't like it because of the dazzling eyes, but Zheng Siqi didn't know what to do, so he took him to find a seat in a corner.
Zheng Siqi was about to go back to the backstage, when he was about to turn around, Qiao Fengtian grabbed his hand subconsciously.
"Just me... am I alone?"
Qiao Fengtian looked around, and there was no one he knew in the huge auditorium. The faces are all raw, and when I think of myself as an outsider, I can't help feeling that I don't fit in, and I feel embarrassed.
"I'll come to the stage when I'm done." Zheng Siqi squeezed Qiao Fengtian's hand and raised his slender, pointed chin, "Wait for me." After saying that, he squatted down and did not enter the shadows. Form into the blind spot of everyone's vision, "Kiss."
Qiao Fengtian took a breath, lowered his head and quickly put it on his mouth, "Okay."
Surprised, Qiao Fengtian suppressed his mind and deliberately did not think about the word. Between imagination and imagination, because of the difference in concept, there is always a shallow or deep gap. Zheng Siqi's surprise may not really reach a situation that makes Qiao Fengtian unbelievable, and Zheng Siqi may not be able to spare no effort in the surprise imagined in Qiao Fengtian's mind.
When two people are together, the source of the conflict is often that one party is too focused on his own feelings in this relationship, and after the happiness does not reach the overflowing point of the measuring cup in his heart, he becomes angry and ignoring the purest intention of the event itself. . Fortunately for me, I don’t raise the punctuation of my expectations infinitely in my heart. I treasure as much as I receive. Only if I like it is enough to keep it fresh for a long time, and it will be worth looking forward to next time.
This is the first time between the two, like playing a tacit trick among the crowd.
After preparing for 120,000 minutes, still after the male and female hosts made the announcement with obvious ridicule, the curtain was raised, and when he looked at Zheng Siqi, who had no center of the stage, his heart palpitated.
A boy's white shirt, light blue washed jeans, black hair that was blown loose, took off the metal frame mirror, and changed it to a dark brown frame; the sound of the switch opening and closing was transmitted through the loudspeaker Towards the huge auditorium, the chasing lights of the two beams of sky lanterns closed together, gently covering Zheng Siqi's tall figure.
With such a tall, straight and youthful posture, like the green mountains and white clouds, the wind and smoke are clear, and the sunshine is thousands of miles, Qiao Fengtian almost stopped breathing.
He sat up straight in the corner, listening to a burst of warm applause and cheers in his ears. In the humanities auditorium, it was immediately sprinkled into a frying pan like a sip of cold water, causing a boiling commotion. Qiao Fengtian watched as many students stood up and shouted "Male God" while blowing the hooligan whistle on the stage.
One of the girls shouted "Male God" at the right time, and it rang loudly and enthusiastically in the interval of applause, echoing in the sky above the audience abruptly, which immediately caused a burst of good-natured laughter.
On the stage, Zheng Siqi is like a tall tree calm and relaxed, as Sanmao said—half is peaceful in the soil, half is flying in the wind, half is shady, and half is bathed in sunlight. His side is like the ultimate place to return to the original after a long journey.
Zheng Siqi looked over from left to right, raised his hand with a smile, and put his index finger to his mouth.
The audience was then silenced, and Qiao Fengtian looked at him for a moment.
"Zhang San's song is for you who are about to travel." He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "With you."
It is an old song of Li Shouquan, which carries the dreams of little people and has been covered by countless people. It is a classic among folk classics. The prelude is like flowing water in the mountains, flowing briskly from high to low, on the seven strings of Lingling; if you say it emotionally, Qiao Fengtian seems to be able to touch the cool breeze here.
Zheng Siqi, who was chasing the light, put on the standing microphone beside him and opened his mouth softly. This lively and hopeful tune was sung slowly, filling his ears. The guitar solo in the background was deliberately not tuned very much, and Zheng Siqi's slightly deeper but not sluggish voice was more prominent. Qiao Fengtian listened carefully and could clearly hear the melodious ending of his every sentence.
I'm going to take you everywhere to fly, all over the world to see
No worries, no sadness, so free and cheerful
Forget the pain, forget the sadness, we set off to wander together
Although there are no Chinese clothes, but my heart is full of hope
We're going to fly to that far place and see, the world isn't so bleak
We're going to fly to that distant place and have a look, the world is still bright
Zheng Siqi snapped his fingers with a gentle expression. Facing the dim auditorium, he could always face the corner where Qiao Fengtian was. Rather than sing it to everyone, it's better to say that the song itself is a love song that can only be hummed to one person, with soft words and a beautiful mood.
The lyrics are really written without any burdens, desperate, fearless, dull and magnanimous. But no matter how you listen to it, there is a sense of old in the song. Brush away the dusty past, cut off the messy past that is difficult to sort out, and plan tomorrow's topics by yourself. Together, they can have hope and start from scratch.
Qiao Fengtian lowered his head, and it felt like a pot of water had boiled in his heart.
After half-singing, there was an interlude, and the audience suddenly cheered again; Qiao Fengtian looked up and saw Zheng Siqi playing a harmonica, skilled, calm and crystal clear.
Tonight, he buried deeply in the hearts of all the girls, such a successful interpretation of the imaginary image of a senior, and he played a handsome for the old and disrespectful, a veritable arsonist, who would not be tempted.
In fact, a long time ago, Qiao Fengtian's mood was no longer cool and independent because of him. Because of him, I have experienced the most tragic pain, the most unprovoked self-doubt, and the most profound indomitable progress in the matter of love. He once thought that the emotions that had dried up to the point that they could not be given slowly began to flourish again.
From looking from a distance to approaching step by step, from looking up to looking up, and finally, imprinting him deeply in my heart. Looking back at the process, it was actually short, but the things to think about were too heavy, giving people the illusion of a long time.
Qiao Fengtian was actually moved and wanted to cry, but he couldn't help it.