Hai Ri put the oranges on his lap, as a way to ward off evil spirits, and when the bus started, Sheng Canyang was tired from laughing, and lay down on his back, closed his eyes, and calmed down, the corners of his eyes still had the aftertaste of laughing just now.
Hai Ri glanced at it, and at first glance it was pleasing to the eye, so don't like it too much, this kid is Hai Ri's favorite type in every way, and he is satisfied with his appearance and personality, he is a natural dish in the gay circle.
His ideal type is Sheng Canyang, but he can only be Sheng Canyang. It doesn't matter whether he is old or young. If it is Sheng Canyang himself, he feels a little close to his hometown. Except that Wushan is not a cloud, but Hairi is, anyone can do it, but Wushan itself can't.
Hai Ri has a feeling of admiration for Sheng Canyang, and a feeling of not being able to play with a 19-year-old child who is younger than him.
Hai Ri wanted to listen to music again, so he put on his earphones, found a song, thought about it for a long time, played "Wang Ning Mei", listened to the high-pitched tune of a female voice, and beat the beat casually, suddenly on the right The earphones were ripped off, Sheng Canyang casually took off an earphone, put it on, and lay back at first, but when he heard the song, he turned his head to look at Hai Ri, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Hai Ri didn't want to talk to him, didn't say anything, just looked at the phone screen and checked Weibo.
Sheng Canyang glanced at his screen and asked, "Passed?"
"No," Hai Ri said, "It's too sad."
Hai Ri: "After the 2,000 levels, passing the level depends entirely on fate."
Sheng Canyang: "I don't have any fate recently."
"You misunderstood, there was never a relationship," Hai Ri said politely, "It all depends on my money."
Hai Ri lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, listening to the lyrics of "Wang Ning Mei" he knew by heart in the earphones, and casually said: "I'm having fun, and if I recharge it, it will be 10,000 or 8,000."
Sheng Canyang: "..."
Hai Ri lifted his collar, and said in a beating voice: "I have money."
Sheng Canyang: "How many days are the points enough to stay?"
Hai Ri immediately froze like a balloon that had been deflated, glanced at Sheng Canyang, put his eyes back on the phone, and typed quickly.
Sheng Canyang always felt that he seemed to be swearing on the Internet again, so he glanced sideways at the screen, Hai Ri subconsciously avoided it, and said, "Give me some privacy."
Sheng Canyang: "You still want privacy?"
Hai Ri is unclear, so: "?"
Sheng Canyang said, "Give me the phone."
"What are you doing?" Hai Ri asked, but still cut out the interface and handed it to him, "Where's yours?"
Sheng Canyang opened his account, looked at it, took out his mobile phone and tapped twice, and then threw the mobile phone to him. Just as he threw the mobile phone in his hand, Hai Ri also received a text message, a transfer record. There are two thousand more points in the account.
Sheng Canyang said, "Remember to return it."
Hai Ri: "Do you want to pay it back?"
Sheng Canyang: "Show me what you just sent, so you don't have to pay it back."
"I'll pay you back," Hai Ri said, "with interest, don't worry."
Sheng Canyang ignored him, and after a while, said, "Change the song."
Ancestor, you have the final say.
Hai Ri was with Sheng Canyang, but he was leading him by the nose, so he had no choice but to ask, "What do you want to hear?"
Sheng Canyang: "Whatever."
Hai Ri played "Love Trading".
Sheng Canyang: "..."
"You say whatever you want, there is no superior music," Hai Ri said immediately, "Don't say you never heard this song when you were young."
Sheng Canyang: "Why don't you return the money to me?"
Hai Ri had no choice but to change the song again. After thinking about it, he found a bottom-of-the-box work from his annual playlist—"The Illusion of Love".
Wang Ya's voice sang a familiar melody: "Look at the world outside the window, the bustling and noisy street, and the lonely figure swaying in the air with the wind."
Sheng Canyang looked a little complicated.
Hai Ri: "What's wrong, brother."
"Do you like me?" Sheng Canyang compared himself, his mental journey almost collapsed, and said, "You, like me?"
Hai Ri: "You think there is something wrong with my taste."
Sheng Canyang said politely: "Excuse me, does this still need to be discussed?"
Hai Ri: "Child, you still don't understand such vulgar and elegant things."
Sheng Canyang lay back and heard the chorus of the song, cheerful melody, simple lyrics: "I don't understand my love, what world are you in, if I didn't refuse at the beginning, why bother to leave without saying goodbye, if I was firmer, I never ignored you, Will a little more thoughtful love end?"
Sheng Canyang would never take the initiative to listen to such street songs, but it may be because of the atmosphere, or it may be that Hai Ri's rustic sand sculptures infected him, and he actually had a weird urge to beat the beat.
Sheng Canyang: "..."
Hai Ri said: "Not bad, it sounds good."
Sheng Canyang was speechless.
Hai Ri sang a few lines and then hummed a few lines. Sheng Canyang was a little surprised: "It's not out of tune."
Hai Ri: "Please, my brother is Mongolian at least."
"I always forget," Sheng Canyang said, "Looking at your taste, I really don't know that you can sing."
Hai Ri: "It's not that I'm not good at taste, but I'm well-informed and tolerant."
Sheng Canyang: "Then do I count as a master or a master?"
"..." Hai Ri said, "Do we have to talk like this?"
Sheng Canyang smiled and let him go.
What can Hai Ri say? He didn't know why he liked Sheng Canyang so much. He had never chased stars before, and he never understood that someone would like a stranger so ignorantly, but you said, this feeling came, really I can't stop it, it's going to rain, I want to be a mother, no one can stop it.
Hai Ri thought it had nothing to do with taste at all, it was just instinct, brother.
There are actually quite a lot of songs in Hairi’s mobile phone, but he deliberately found some interesting songs for Sheng Canyang to listen to, and it’s okay to make him happy. After a while, Sheng Canyang seemed to be falling asleep, so he changed to pure music, and he himself Close your eyes and get ready for sleep.
The air in the carriage is drowsy, sticky and sticky to the teeth, the sun scorches the skin through the window, and the only sound for a while is the sound of the air conditioner and the sound of the people behind tearing open the packaging bags to eat puffed food. caught.
Buzzing in my head, it seems like I had a dream. I dreamed that Sheng Canyang walked out of the glass doors and windows of high-rise buildings with a head of red hair on the night after he participated in the variety show, followed by his assistant. After he came out, the fans all screamed , and fans of many other artists also shouted. He smiled and waved to the fans.
Hai Ri just came out of the venue, after watching his variety shows, he always felt that he was not in good condition, so he watched from a distance, lit a cigarette and held it on his fingertips, flicked the ash on the tree, raised his mobile phone, Together with those little girls, took a picture.
Sheng Canyang waved goodbye to the artists who recorded the show together, carried an 88-key electronic piano on his back, and walked in front without looking back, waving at them. His red hair was under the street lamp, like a burning filament.
Hai Ri didn't come here on purpose, he was planning to go on a trip, and Sheng Canyang came to Beijing to participate in a show, so Hai Ri just stopped by to have fun, and this time he always felt that he couldn't come if he didn't come.
There were fans following him behind him, Sheng Canyang turned around, stopped and looked at his watch, and said, "It's getting late, let's go back."
Some little girls said: "We support you, Yangyang."
Fans like to call Sheng Canyang Yang Yang, a handsome guy who attracts a group of mother fans, the more miserable the mother, the more the mother feels that her son is miserable, forming a closed loop.
Sheng Canyang said casually, "Understood, let's go back."
But the fans still refused to leave. Hai Ri took a puff of the cigarette, sucked it into his lungs, and spit it out again. He leaned on a car by the side of the road and swiped his phone. He happened to see someone replying to his comment on the Internet, probably scolding Sheng Canyang. And what his fans mean.
Hai Ri was really angry at that time, he couldn't understand more and more why he was so angry, why he spent so much time and energy for a little kid, but still couldn't change anything. His own family is rich and prosperous, and he inherited his mother's Russian blood. He looks decent, like a mixed race. It can be said that he has not failed in a mixed life, but it is really because of star chasing that his mentality has collapsed.
Hai Ri really wanted to have a real-life encounter with these black people on the Internet, and let them see what a Mongolian man is.
Sheng Canyang's fans refused to leave, the assistant urged him not to walk, got in the car and went back to the hotel, Sheng Canyang stopped again, and said to the fans seriously: "Go home, it's too late. It's not safe for girls to be outside so late. "
The fans were so moved that they were about to cry, and they refused to leave.
Sheng Canyang looked a little helpless, standing under the street lamp, scratching his hair, the fan held up his mobile phone and told him to go to bed early when he went back.
Hae Il looked at it for a while, threw away the cigarette butt, turned and left.
When Hai Ri participated in the program that day, he also played an erhu song, "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon". When Hai Ri returned home, he searched for this Erhu song on the Internet. After listening to it, he felt that Sheng Canyang played it very well, not just for fun. That's all, at the time, he still felt that Sheng Canyang would have a bright future, and that this polite and sincere boy would definitely get out of the trough.
After that, before the variety show recorded by Sheng Canyang was broadcast, Sheng Canyang committed suicide by jumping off a tall building. "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon" became a hit.
Hai Ri was in the office with a pen in his mouth, one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand pressing the printer button, waiting for his drawings to be spit out from the machine. Two female colleagues in the public office area were drawing Shui, one of them suddenly said, "Sheng Canyang is dead?"
Hai Ri suddenly lost his head, and turned to look at those two people. Combined with the recent news, all the clues pointed to this sentence, and Hai Ri lost his response for a while.
Another female colleague was looking at the computer and said casually: "It's true."
"No. 1 most searched," the girl said, "Go and have a look."
The female colleague said: "Let's make a form for a while. I'm busy."
The printer spit out Hai Ri's drawings, Hai Ri felt his heartbeat stall, and with a swipe of his hand, the A4 paper slid across the palm of his hand, and the sharp paper cut a thin bloodstain and fell to the ground.
The person next to him looked at Hai Ri, but Hai Ri took out his mobile phone, his palms were sweating, his fingerprint unlocking failed, his hands and feet were trembling, the person next to him picked up the documents for him, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
What's up, what's up, what's up—
Suddenly, Hai Ri suddenly woke up from the bus, he was sweating and took a few breaths. Sheng Canyang sat on his right and ate oranges.
Hai Ri: "..."
Sheng Canyang: "Wake up, do you want to eat?"
"How long have I been asleep?" Hai Ri was a little confused, his mind was not clear, he shook his head and said, "Is it almost there?"
Sheng Canyang glanced at his watch: "Over an hour."
"Give me a petal," Hai Ri reached out to take it, "Is it all this sour? I'm dying of thirst."
Sheng Canyang threw a petal into his mouth, nonchalantly: "Eat sour ones to quench your thirst and secrete saliva. I also woke up thirsty."
Hai Ri looked at Sheng Canyang again, his heart was actually very complicated, and he couldn't tell what it was like.
Is this also a kind of lost and recovered
"I'm going back soon," Hai Ri said, "What are you going to do when you go back?"
Sheng Canyang said: "Our theater has dramas, you forgot, male lead."
Hai Ri said, "What do you want me to do?"
"It's fine to be a vase." Sheng Canyang ate another orange, "Now there are powerful factions everywhere, and vases are hard to find."
"Okay," Hai Ri thought for a while and said, "When will you join the mission next time?"
Sheng Canyang: "I don't know, maybe I won't participate."
Hai Ri was stunned for a moment: "Why?"
Sheng Canyang: "I can't die."
Sheng Canyang said at the beginning that he participated in the mission because he was anxious to die, and if he couldn't die, then he gave up.
Hai Ri said, "Then what should we do?"
"Let's figure it out," Sheng Canyang, "Do you know how to deal with the teasing of fate?"
Hai Ri: "?"
Sheng Canyang gritted his teeth, frowned, took a breath, and said, "Join if you can't beat it."
Hai Ri didn't understand: "Explain, explain?"
"Enlighten it yourself," Sheng Canyang leaned out, handed the orange to a girl behind him, and said, "Let's eat it for you."
The girl behind was immediately flattered: "Ah, thank you?"
Sheng Canyang turned around and took a sour breath, Hai Ri: "..."
In the afternoon, before dinner, they returned to the place where they lived. Huang Mao was already waiting at the station, holding a motorcycle helmet in his hand, two thin legs, a lean body, wearing a huge The helmet looks like a enoki mushroom.
When Hai Ri got out of the car and saw her, he was amused by the description in his head, and Sheng Canyang glanced at him.
Huang Mao said: "Brother, the flag has won."
Sheng Canyang: "It's a piece of cake."
The two bumped fists, and Huang Mao said, "Let's treat you."
Sheng Canyang took the helmet, got on the motorcycle, turned to Hai Ri and said, "Let's go, let's eat barbecue together."
Hai Ri looked very understanding, and said with a smile: "No, I want to go back and catch up on sleep, so go."
Sheng Canyang glanced at him and said, "Don't you want to eat?"
"Let's order takeaway later," Hai Ri put his hands in his trouser pockets and shrugged, "I'm tired."
Huang Mao said to Hai Ri: "There is a takeaway curry near here, it's fucking delicious."
"Okay," Hai Ri nodded politely, took the initiative to take two steps back, and waved at them, "Goodbye! Call me for anything."
Sheng Canyang hesitated, raised his eyebrows, but Hai Ri didn't move, and made a traffic policeman's gesture at him, signaling to leave quickly.
Sheng Canyang suddenly remembered something, took off his helmet, and said, "Add a WeChat message."
Hai Ri: "..."
Sheng Canyang raised his eyebrows again, looking very impatient.
Hai Ri hurriedly took out his mobile phone: "Okay, okay, okay, wait a minute, eh? Where's the phone?"
Sheng Canyang stepped on the ground, leaning on the handlebar of the motorcycle with one hand, and grabbed Hairi's headphone cable with the other, directly pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket, picked up his finger, unlocked it, and clicked on it. Wechat, knocked a few times, and threw it to Hai Ri.
Hai Ri hurried over to pick it up, Sheng Canyang put on the motorcycle helmet, raised his chin, it was good-bye, Huang Mao stepped on the motorcycle, sat behind Sheng Canyang, and said, "Drive!"
Sheng Canyang let out a dull voice in the motorcycle helmet: "Get lost."
The motorcycle motor started, Sheng Canyang pedaled twice, riding the motorcycle, Huang Mao waved his arms behind him, leaving behind a string of violent exhaust.
Hai Ri looked at his back, feeling angry and funny.
When he went back, it was still broad daylight. As soon as he entered the lobby of the hotel, he saw a newcomer reporting. He seemed to have just arrived. He was filling out a form with the front desk employee. He was very lifeless and lifeless. After taking a look, he turned his head and pressed the elevator.
The staff at the front desk looked up and asked, "Are you back?"
Hai Ri was listening to "The Illusion of Love" with earphones on, and suddenly the earphones were removed, and an employee stood in front of him and said, "Why didn't you answer my question?"
Hai Ri: "?"
He pointed to himself, indicating that you are asking me
Employee: "Where have you been?"
"Create a dungeon," Hai Ri was puzzled, "What are you doing?"
The employees are still wearing uniforms with red cloth and yellow trim and round caps. They look too much like hotel receptionists, oh no, he is. This is the first time Hai Ri has seen the receptionist stand up. His figure is very strong, like a gym hunk, but a little shorter. Hai Ri talks to him from a downward perspective. "Oh, I said I haven't seen you in days, won?" the employee asked.
"I lost." Hai Ri said politely, "But I got a big money, is there anything else?"
The employee laughed: "You are so funny. What are you having for dinner?"
Hai Ri: "?"
"I'm off work," the employee said, "shall we have a meal together?"
Hai Ri also took off the other earphone, and seemed to feel that he heard it wrongly: "Excuse me, may I ask who you are?"
Just when the elevator opened, Liu Jie came out, saw the two of them stunned for a moment, then remembered Hai Ri's name, and said, "Hi, love, you two—?"
"Why did you come down so late?" Hai Ri made a quick decision, walked up to him, tapped his phone, and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Liu Jie was stunned for a moment, glanced at the staff, and realized: "Ah, the makeup took a while."
"Then let's go..." Hai Ri said regretfully to the staff as if he just remembered something, "I'm sorry, I have an appointment, next time."
Liu Jie also apologized and said, "Next time next time."
The staff stayed where they were, not knowing the situation, so they had to watch the two leave.
After taking two steps, Liu Jie said, "What's the situation?"
"I don't know," Hai Ri said, "Where are you going?"
Liu Jie: "Go downstairs for dinner."
Hai Ri felt a little tired, and said, "Let me treat you, I haven't eaten yet."
Liu Jie said, "Is this person asking you out?"
"I don't know," Hai Ri said, "Is he thinking too much about asking me out?"
Hai Ri has seen a lot of straight men who want to date her, I have seen quite a few, some straight men really think highly of themselves, seeing Hai Ri's conditions are good, and the situation is good, I want to wrong myself, and save ten years of struggle by the way , I think highly of myself, thinking that I can make it if I make an appointment.
Liu Jie said: "Ah? I didn't mean that, I thought he... um? He wants to ask you out? Damn? Are you?"
Hai Ri: "gay, pure zero, I can recognize a sister, so it's okay to treat you to a meal, right?"
"Okay, okay," Liu Jie said decisively, "That's great, sister, where are you going?"
"Sister, you decide." Hai Ri turned on his phone and sent a message to Sheng Canyang, "Have you arrived yet?"
Liu Jie looked back at the staff, turned around and said in a low voice, "Isn't this too far off?"
"That's right, sister," Hai Ri said, "Think about whether you are worthy of everything."