The song "zero" is a melodious little love song. Ling Xi is very good at writing songs and lyrics of this kind of love and love. He has never been in love, but he is born with a good brain for writing love poems. The song sung by his mouth, the air seems to be filled with the pink of love.
Because there was no place to put the phone, Ling Xi specially gave up the high chair under his butt and put the phone on it securely. And he stood by the stool, turned down the microphone, and started his singing with the guitar on his back.
He sang a little louder than usual in order to let the people on the mobile phone hear more clearly, but the louder voice also means more energy is consumed. During the music interlude, his slightly heavy breathing sound was transmitted through the microphone. Everyone's ears.
An Ruifeng, who was holding the phone, didn't know what the audience at the scene thought, but he felt distressed and soft-hearted when he heard the gasp.
He really wished he could grow a pair of wings and fly directly to the music club scene.
After a song was finished, Ling Xi shook his hands funny and leaned in front of the microphone: "Actually, I regretted it halfway through the song. For someone who likes nervousness like me, I'm scared to sing in front of so many fans. , I still have no zuo no die and have to let my friends listen to me sing. If I don't sing well, I'm so sorry. Now my palms are sweaty, and I still played the wrong sound in the solo place just now, you guys Will you laugh at me?"
Fans stomped their feet and clapped their hands with laughter, and shouted in unison: "Don't be nervous! It's very nice!"
Ling Xizhuang shook his head in a pretentious manner: "No, it doesn't matter if you say it sounds good, I have to ask him if he thinks it sounds good." He picked up the phone and put it in his ear, and asked, "Did you hear my song just now? "
A soft "hmm" came from the handset.
Ling Xi was dissatisfied: "I have so many fans here, it's too disrespectful for you to hum."
An Ruifeng sighed in his heart, knowing that with Ling Xi's careless attitude, he would never realize what kind of associations his behavior would make to the sensitive gossip magazine reporter. ... Also, given Ling Xi's status, it is estimated that there are not as many gossip reporters as there are gossip women in the community.
Moreover, even if his remarks are really caught and investigated, as long as he insists that he is "a friend", it will not cause any big waves.
So An Ruifeng gave up the cautious idea and said, "It's very nice, but such a nice song, I hope you can sing it to me alone when we meet next time."
Ling Xi's mobile phone did not have the hands-free function. After An Ruifeng's answer passed through the radio waves and the microphone, the fans in the venue could only vaguely hear a few words. Careless fans only regarded each other as Ling Xi's good buddy, and they coaxed and asked Ling Xi which star he was and what his name was.
Ling Xi hung up the phone, looked around the arena, and said slyly, "Just call him the handsome guy."
His high-sounding answer aroused everyone's dissatisfaction. Ling Xi pretended that he couldn't hear it, and gave a gesture to the accompaniment band behind him. The music played, and he hummed softly with the prelude.
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The male voice unfamiliar to Lingxi fans was even clearer than the sound of fireworks exploding in the ears of a double-headed fan.
Fenglin Whispered got up from his seat, without listening to Ling Xi's later singing, he lowered his head and quickly walked towards the gate of the gymnasium.
The comrade in charge of security saw her come out and asked curiously, "Miss, the music club is not over yet, are you sure you want to leave now?"
She said incoherently, "Well, I'm going to go out and run in circles."
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The fan club was open until 10:30 in the evening, and the fans in the audience were enthusiastic. Ling Xi looked at the enthusiastic eyes of the fans and was reluctant to step down. He returned several times, and was reluctant to leave until his mouth was dry.
I had no choice but to hold a music club on campus, which involved the rest of the school's students. The school sent someone over and told them that the lights in the student dormitory were turned off at eleven o'clock and they had to leave before that, so as not to affect the rest of the students.
Under the repeated urging of the school, Ling Xi took the stage for the last time to bid farewell to the fans, and made an appointment to meet again in the coming year. Looking at their excited and contented expressions off the stage, Ling Xi felt a lot. After eight years, he is not a name, but he is not a big hit. Fortunately, there are still so many fans who still insist on listening to him. , which made him feel warm.
After leaving the stage, he quickly went to remove his makeup and change his clothes. Don't look at him as a boy, but there are a lot of ways to move his face before going on stage. In order to make his skin white and bright under the light, Ling Xi's face is like a wall painted with a layer of putty at least three times. It can almost be demolded.
When removing makeup, Wu Youpeng stared at the back of his head with a dark face and low pressure. The makeup artist saw that something was wrong, so he stuffed him with the makeup remover, and ran away under the pretext of urgency.
Ling Xi gestured with the makeup remover on his face for a long time, and when he looked up, he saw Wu Youpeng staring at him gloomily, shaking with fright. He realized with hindsight that he had just called An Ruifeng in front of so many fans on stage, and this behavior was not approved by his agent...
"Angkor..." Ling Xi shyly leaned over and acted like a spoiled child: "You know I love you the most..."
Wu Youpeng pushed him away with a slap: "Don't take it, you dare to do something like calling another star directly on stage, do you not take me seriously at all?"
"how come!"
"Why not? It's a shame that you still haven't turned on the speakerphone. If you turn on the speakerphone, the rumors about the two of you coming out of the closet will definitely cause trouble in the city!"
Ling Xi blushed: "We are a pure male-male relationship."
Wu Youpeng didn't know whether others believed it or not, but he didn't believe it anyway. Fortunately, Ling Xi's feelings for An Ruifeng are very hazy now, and Wu Youpeng very much hopes that the day when this hazy goodwill will never be pierced. He shut his mouth and didn't dwell on this issue anymore - the phone was already ringing, he didn't dare to rush to the stage in front of everyone's eyes and grab his phone, what's the use of jumping feet now
"Take off your makeup slowly," Wu Youpeng slumped his shoulders: "I'll go take a look at the front, and I'll be back to pick you up later." After speaking, he turned around and went out the door.
Ling Xi suspected that Uncle Wu Youpeng was here, or why did his temper change in a while
He removes makeup in the mirror. Before going on stage, in addition to the foundation, the makeup artist specially painted him with inner eyeliner, so that he would not look like a bitch, but also make his eyes look bright and bright. Ling Xi had never removed her makeup before, but she had seen the general steps: first pour the makeup remover on a cotton pad, wipe her face and mouth, and finally deal with the difficult eyeliner.
The makeup on his face and neck is very thick. He struggled for more than ten minutes and wasted more than ten pieces of cotton pads before wiping one face clean.
… Wiping your face is so troublesome, and wiping your eyes requires more makeup remover.
Ling Xi wastefully poured all the capped makeup remover onto the cotton pad, made it wet, and squeezed out the water with just a touch. Then he put the cotton pad soaked in makeup remover on the cotton pad. , directly over the open eyes.
"Ow!"
He screamed out.
It was too painful and too sandy. The melted eyeliner mixed with too much makeup remover fell into the eyeballs, as if rough sandpaper was polishing the eyeballs. Ling Xi was in pain and left physiological tears.
He was blinded, unable to open his eyes, groping around the table in the darkness - he remembered that there was a bottle of mineral water in a corner of the table, and he had to flush his eyes quickly, or he would be blinded by pain. Not possible. But the more he messed up, the more he couldn't find anything. After a bang, more than half of the things on the table were thrown to the ground by him, and the only thing he could do was sit there with frowning, his hands kept moving. Wiping away the surging tears.
Relying on, why is it so painful.
He was at a loss when he suddenly heard the door of the dressing room behind him being pushed open, he turned his head hastily, ignoring the mottled tears on his face, pitifully closed his eyes and scratched at the void: "It's the makeup artist who is back. Yet?"
The visitor did not deny it. After seeing his embarrassment, he closed the door with his backhand and stepped up to walk towards Ling Xi. As the man's footsteps got closer and closer, a very familiar scent of men's perfume swept in. He stopped in front of Ling Xi, bent down, picked up the mineral water that fell to the ground, and soaked the handkerchief he was carrying.
He raised Ling Xi's chin with one hand, and the wet handkerchief with the other, gently approaching the corner of Ling Xi's eyes.
His movements were very light, as if he was touching a chick that had just broken its shell. He gently wiped away the tears that rolled from him, and then slowly put it on his eyes, rubbed his eyelids, and motioned him to blink.
Ling Xi obediently blinked, letting the tears flow out along with the impurities mixed in her eyes, soiling the handkerchief in front of her eyes.
Then he closed his eyes again, waited for the man to rinse his handkerchief, and repeated the action just now.
After a few times, the stinging pain in Ling Xi's eyes subsided for the most part, and before the owner of the hand left again, Ling Xi grabbed his arm in time.
He stroked down his arm, touched the man's wrist, and touched the man's articulated palm.
The palms that were attached to his eyes were warm and wide, Ling Xi deliberately delayed the time, and felt the man's fingers one by one, from the base of the finger to the tip of the finger, from the fingernail to the pulp of the finger, when it was enough, Ling Xi said happily: " Is it An Ruifeng?"
The handkerchief in front of him was removed, and the long-lost light appeared in Ling Xi's eyes. He blinked, because of the accident just now, everything he could see in the distance was blurry, but the handsome face in front of him was clearly engraved in his heart.
"Well, I'm late." An Ruifeng didn't ask him how he found himself, he lowered his head, and was very close to Ling Xi, watching Ling Xi's red eyes worriedly.
Ling Xi originally wanted to show off his reasoning process when An Ruifeng asked, but when An Ruifeng came over, his mind suddenly went blank, as if he had lost his language ability.
In An Ruifeng's eyes, the big boy in front of him had his unique ignorance, his eyes were red, his face was mottled with tears, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his mouth was slightly open, and he looked aggrieved and cute. He had never seen this distressing look before, like a lively deer with a rose in its mouth, and it slammed into his heart.
There is no turning back for the emotions surging in my heart.
Ling Xi sat on the chair and watched An Ruifeng lower his head, getting closer and closer to him, and his own reflection appeared in those beautiful dark gray eyes.
Suddenly, he felt a slight heat on his lips and cheeks, and a kiss that couldn't be lighter, but couldn't be heavier, fell there.
Ling Xi sat for three seconds, and his face instantly turned red.