The rent expires and the final day is at the end of the month. Qing Chu can basically be said to have finished the game, and then he will be evicted from the rental house by the landlord.
Ji Sheng started to collect luggage one after another a week ago, and he procrastinated and finally packed it all the day before the competition.
After packing his luggage, Ji Sheng thumped his back, turned around and sat on the box, looked up and found Xie Xuanming standing at the door, looking down for an unknown how long. Ji Sheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "When did you come, why didn't you make any noise?"
Xie Xuanming said, "Just now."
He had no expression at all, Ji Sheng swayed back and forth, and asked, "Are you sad?"
He joked again: "The things should be put away first, so as not to be too embarrassing when being swept out by the landlord."
Xie Xuanming still drooped his eyes, neither speaking nor denying.
"People always have to separate." Ji Sheng comforted him, "It's not that I won't keep in touch, I will start a band in the future, and I will be the first to contact you."
Xie Xuanming finally moved, and said: "Don't sit on the box and shake it, you will fall."
"How could it be!" He didn't say anything, but when he said it, Ji Sheng almost swayed, "I have long legs, and I can stand up with a push."
"Look, it's okay to shake like this... Oh shit!"
Ji Sheng's joy was filled with grief, he fell from an unsteady center of gravity, the box fell down, the unsecure zipper was knocked open, the clothes were scattered all over the floor, and Ji Sheng fell into a mess on the ground.
Xie Xuanming's expression finally turned from gloomy to helpless.
"If you say it, you will fall." He wanted to blame a few words, but Ji Sheng raised his head and smiled at him, so he couldn't blame anything. He stretched out his hand to pull him up, and squatted down to help put the scattered clothes back into the box.
Ji Sheng also went down to join him, but Xie Xuanming's actions were neat and orderly, leaving no room for him to intervene.
Stretching out and retracting his hand, Ji Sheng simply sat down, supported his head and watched Xie Xuanming tidy up, his eyes were full of smiles:
"Xiao Xie is really just like a little daughter-in-law, sensible and beautiful."
Xie Xuanming paused, and said, "It's not for nothing, I want a reward."
"Ah, I just praised you." Ji Sheng lowered his face, "You kid and Su Jing have failed, what do you want?"
"Sing."
"what?"
Xie Xuanming slowed down his movements and pronounced the words clearly: "I'll clean up for you, and you sing for me."
"It's really not a disadvantage. It's very expensive to ask me to sing." Ji Sheng raised his eyebrows, "Okay, what are you listening to?"
"fruit candy."
"Love song~" Ji Sheng smirked, "I wrote it myself... Maybe I want to hear your little first love sing, come to me to find a mood."
Xie Xuanming patted his clothes heavily: "Can you sing or not?"
"Sing, sing."
The lingering singing sounded in the narrow room. Under the singing, the 18-year-old boy quietly raised his eyes, and put the 19-year-old youth who was concentrating on singing into the treasure box of memory.
On his wrist, the hands of the gaudy modified watch flowed, and the second hand trembled, the boy who couldn't keep time turned into eternity in love.
On the day of the finals, Aide appeared with a new song "Monster in the Box".
Before the start of the performance, they announced their dissolution, calmly plugged in the instrument amidst the wailing and regret of the audience, and started the performance as usual.
Every year, countless bands form, perform, and break up.
Qingchu is just a small part of that vast tide.
They formed quietly, went through many difficulties, and finally disbanded, and had a pretty good ending.
The melody sounded, Xie Xuanming waited for the beat, and approached Mike.
We're all monsters trapped in boxes,
Every day, I work hard to beat my head and bleed.
Abusive words and abuse are inhaled into the lung cavity together with the air,
Shackles and discipline are partners with love.
We'll be smashed to pieces,
At death the spine points to heaven. "
Xie Xuanming sang with all his strength, leaving behind his musical skills and personal style, and all that remained was an emotional vent.
The audience was infected by his emotions. Many people shouted hoarsely, and some old audiences who watched Qingchu come all the way unconsciously shed tears.
At the end of the song, Xie Xuanming ignored the noise in the audience, turned around with the microphone turned around, leaving a thin and determined back for the audience.
He looked straight up and back, where the drums of God and the crooning of demons roamed.
The stage lights spread from gathering to all directions.
Thousands of beams of light came, Xie Xuanming opened his arms and leaned back slightly in a sacrificial posture.
The audience in the audience stretched out their hands one after another, ready to welcome the fall of the rebel.
But Xie Xuanming didn't jump down in the end, he just opened his arms without hesitation, like a young eagle stretching his arms, sliding to the sky, or like a widow screaming lonely and painful, embracing his lover in the void.
When Ji Sheng woke up, his eyes were covered with gray and black striped pajama pants.
The moment he opened his eyes, Xie Xuanming happened to get off the bed and stood in front of the small sofa. Ji Sheng slept at the bottom of his head today, and it happened that his head was aimed at an indescribable organ.
Ji Sheng was stunned for a moment, and quickly closed his eyes.
Although the reaction was not slow, the terrifying protrusion under the loose pajama pants still had a great impact on his brain.
Not everyone has the experience of waking up to someone else's genitals/genitals.
Even if there was, Ji Sheng chose to sound the SOS alarm in his heart, hoping that his brain would forget the visual impact of that glimpse.
He closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, and heard Xie Xuanming's footsteps gradually going away, and the wardrobe door was pulled open.
Ji Sheng squinted his eyes and opened his eyes slightly, Xie Xuanming passed the corner with a towel and clothes in his sight, and entered the bathroom.
With the sound of water, Ji Sheng sat up and stroked his fluffy hair.
Good guy, when did this guy develop so well.
Recalling that protruding piece with a strong sense of presence, Ji Sheng clicked his tongue slightly, and some male-specific unwillingness welled up in his heart.
But he balances out quickly.
What's the use of growing well.
Anyway, there is no use for it.
You don't have to take a cold shower when you get up early in the morning.
Ji Sheng yawned, rolled off the sofa, and went downstairs to the guest bathroom.
How could Xie Xuanming become so unlovable from head to toe to indescribable organs.
Ji Sheng sniffed, wondering where did Xiao Xie, a good wife and loving mother who obediently lowered his eyes to help put things away, went.
I miss him so much.
For the next two weeks, Ji Sheng was preparing for the Double Twelve Moonlight Party.
He was temporarily added to another band and performed as an assistant drummer.
"Associate drummer? So there's another real one?" Ji Sheng asked on the way to the practice room.
"It doesn't count." The manager said calmly, "It's actually two drummers, but the other company didn't want to do it, so I told them to add a musician, and the organizer automatically appointed the principal and deputy according to the position."
Ji Sheng: "..."
Ji Sheng: "So the other party doesn't know that I'm also a drummer."
Broker: "Yes."
"Then what about the rehearsal?" Ji Sheng was shocked, "I fight alone? Don't practice together?"
"Actually, there is no need for rehearsal." The agent said indifferently, "The organizer has made two-handed preparations, and the other company is also full of confidence, and can guarantee that there will be no mistakes no matter what."
"What are they going to do?"
"Don't turn on the mic, play the recording." The manager said concisely.
Ji Sheng: "..."
Ji Sheng: "OK."
He lowered his head and turned his phone absently.
The agent looked at him in the rearview mirror: "Do you still want to practice? The boss said that you can go directly to the villa to rest."
Not even allowed to rehearse.
What kind of image is "Ji Hui" in Xie Xuanming's eyes
He is also really arrogant.
Ji Sheng raised his eyes, smiled at the agent from the rearview mirror, and said relaxedly: "Practice, why don't you practice, even if you fake it, you have to be a qualified fake one."
"Okay." The manager stepped on the gas pedal and accelerated to drive out.
After two weeks of solo rowing, Ji Sheng went to the Double Twelve Moonlight Party.
It is worth mentioning that in the past two weeks, let alone he has not rehearsed with the co-band, he has not even met the musicians of the co-band once. If the agent hadn't emphasized that there would be staff guidance at that time, Ji Sheng even wondered if he would miss the show because he didn't know anyone.
Stars gathered at the Double Twelve Moonlight Gala, and the fans and audience waiting in the audience excitedly chatted and shouted with lights and hand banners, and the preparation area behind the stage was also very lively.
"Will you thank the film emperor for coming this time?" the little idol asked in the mish-mash dressing room dedicated to mishmash.
"How is it possible." The confused little actor replied, "He won't come when Senior Sheng comes. They are incompatible."
"My God, I thought it was a rumor."
"Of course not...but I heard people say that Best Actor Xie had a talk with the director, so he went to the party."
"Who am I relying on, Xie Yingdi himself, it's so honorable."
"An 18-line surnamed Ji, who was on the hot search before... looks a bit like Ji Sheng, you know."
"Understood." The little idol understood in seconds, "What kind of program is he? A chorus of hundreds of people, sixteen groups of skewers?"
"Can someone who is Xie Yingdi play tricks like us silly people? It's a serious band show, as a drummer, with a fixed microphone and a fixed camera."
"It's so good...the eighteenth line will still play drums?"
"Who doesn't know how to fake a fight? Play a recording. Is it different if you fuck me..."
They were talking, a staff member walked quickly to the dressing table next to him, and said to the young man who was immersed in the program list: "Mr. Ji Hui, what can you do for me?"
The sound was quite loud, and the little idol and the little actor froze.
The two of them looked over together, and saw a face in the corner seat that was 70% or 80% similar to Ji Sheng.
Realizing that the person behind the discussion was listening, the little actors and idols were extremely embarrassed, so they shut up with guilt.
The little idol was unconvinced and thought: It really is the 18th line, and no one can recognize it after sitting for a long time.
The little actor said sourly: There is also a dedicated staff, Xie Yingdi is very generous.
The two were so sour that they almost floated off the screen.
But there was one thing that they didn't think wrong. This staff member was indeed specially assigned by the director team to take care of Ji Sheng after Xie Xuanming mentioned it. The manager told Ji Sheng that they could find him if they needed anything.
At this moment, the nanny-like staff had a smile on their faces, feeling extremely helpless in their hearts.
This kind of idiot artist with a background is the most difficult to serve, one is more incompetent than the other, and the temper is more tempered than the other.
She is ready to be embarrassed, no matter whether the little lover of actor Xie is about to throw a tantrum or make trouble, she has enough professionalism to greet her with a smile.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Qing'er was unexpectedly polite.
"Hello, can I ask you something?"
Ji Sheng, who looked down at the process, raised his eyes, and the tear mole dotted with sequins flashed, dazzling his eyes.
The staff was in a trance for a moment,
Even an idiot is a beauty idiot, no wonder Xie Yingdi spends a lot of money to stuff people in...
She came back to her senses: "You said, I will help if I can."
The pretty idiot smiled slightly, and pointed to a corner of the process with her slender fingers.
There was the name of the show he was about to appear in, followed by two big letters—"pre-recorded."
"Although I'm sorry, can you turn on my microphone later? I'm in trouble."