Chen Xingze held the erhu in his left hand and the guitar in his right, standing by the window in a daze.
A few meters ahead, a man and a woman were arguing happily.
Just after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Wu Xingzhi's music winter camp for Chen Xingze started. Chen Xingze followed dozens of people by bus to the deep mountain resort. Frozen, isolated from the world.
The winter camp had ensemble lessons every day, and Chen Xingze was in a group with a folk musician girl and a guitar guy. There will be a report performance at the end of the winter camp, and each group has to choose their own repertoire. Now the folk musician girl and the guitar guy are arguing about this.
The folk musicians wanted to choose soothing music, while the guitar guy wanted to show passionate flamenco.
In fact, to put it bluntly, the two are fighting over who is the main performer. Soothing tunes are more suitable for folk music as the main melody, while flamenco must be the guitar as the protagonist. Because the host of the winter camp is a well-known music academy, and famous teachers will participate in the final report performance, so everyone worked extra hard.
"You said! What tune to use!" The fierce folk music girl and the guitar guy couldn't quarrel, and turned to Chen Xingze, hoping to find foreign aid.
Chen Xingze was stunned by the roar, raised his hand holding the musical instrument, put on a gesture of surrender, and said sincerely, "I'll do whatever, the two of you decide, I'll accompany you with all my heart."
The folk musician girl and the guitar guy were very satisfied with his attitude and turned to start the second half of the battle. Chen Xingze felt that they would not be able to discuss the results for a while, so he leaned the instrument against the wall and left first.
Before the first month of the month, the resort was so thin that it was almost reserved by the winter camp, and the sound of musical instruments could be heard everywhere.
After about twenty minutes, Chen Xingze went back, the folk musician girl and the guitar guy hadn't finished arguing. Chen Xingze went over and said, "It really doesn't work, let's guess the boxing."
Folk Music Girl: "Guess what boxing! Not professional at all!"
The guitar man also echoed, "That's right!"
Chen Xingze sighed and glanced at the piano next to him, thinking of a plan. He sat on the piano bench and said, "Otherwise, let's do something professional. How are the two ears?"
Folk Music Girl: "Music Theory Level 5!"
Guitar man: "I'm sixth grade!"
Folk music girl: "You repeat the class, you!"
"Okay, don't argue." Chen Xingze was like coaxing a child, "Then let's listen to the chords, and the one who makes a mistake first, don't argue with the other party, okay?"
The folk musician girl and the guitar guy looked at each other.
"Fine."
Finally, after listening to Hexuan for a long time, the guitar man made a slip of the tongue and missed the opportunity.
The folk music girl happily chose "The Street Where the Wind Lives", with the erhu as the main, the piano as the supplement, and the guitar as the supplement.
The guitar guy sighed.
Because the melody of the original song is relatively simple, after discussion, they decided to make some variations to increase the difficulty. Chen Xingze was very afraid that they would quarrel again if they disagreed, so he was careful every time they had a meeting.
Fortunately, although these two people are okay, you will choke me and I will choke you, but the progress is going smoothly.
Then it went a little too smoothly. Three days later, when Chen Xingze came to the practice room, he was shocked to find that the folk musician was hitting the back of the guitar man's hand with a small fist, and the atmosphere was pink.
Chen Xingze: "..."
The world of art is so free and unrestrained.
Since the folk music girl and the guitar guy got together, they showed their affection every day, because the teacher who led the winter camp was a foreigner and was very open to such incidents. flowery.
Chen Xingze looked envious and hated from behind.
He also wants to find a boyfriend, he also wants to fall in love...
But even if they talk about it, can they be as open and upright as the folk musicians and guitar guys
Chen Xingze was a little worried and left early.
Back in the quiet room, Chen Xingze was lying on the big soft bed, upset, he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Mi Sheng—
On the dark path, Mi Sheng was groping forward. The cold wind was biting, and he vigorously lifted his down jacket to cover his face as much as possible.
It was already dark, and the crew should have finished their day's work at this time, but Mi Sheng was sent back to run errands, just because one of his subordinates said something wrong in the crew.
This afternoon, the naive and stupid assistant Wang Ru in his studio, when chatting with other staff members, blatantly said that the male lead was not as handsome as his boss. As a result, it was spread by good people, and the costume of the male No. 1 in the evening was accidentally forgotten in the previous location, and Mi Sheng asked for help to get it back.
"... Ugly people are more at fault." Mi Shengshen stepped in the snow with one foot shallow and one foot in the snow, and walked for more than half an hour before returning to the filming location. After taking the clothes, he returned as fast as possible, but the crew still evacuated. He could only find a local inn to stay for one night. The inn is extremely simple, the air conditioning is not working well, and there is air leaking everywhere. Mi Sheng, who has always been clean, didn't even wash his face this time. He was lying on the bed in a down jacket wrapped in a quilt, praying for the next day to come soon.
At this moment, Chen Xingze's text message came.
Mi Sheng took out his phone from his warmer clothes.
-Are you occupied
Misheng replied.
- No, is something wrong
-It's nothing, I just want to find someone to chat with.
Mi Sheng was freezing to death, thinking that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep anyway, so finding someone to chat might be a distraction. So he changed his posture and pulled the phone back into his clothes.
- What are you talking about
—I take the liberty to ask... do you have a boyfriend
Mi Sheng raised his delicate eyebrows.
Boy friend
There are quite a few boyfriends.
He originally planned to reply like this, but just after finishing the fight, the previous photo of Chen Xingze suddenly appeared in his mind.
Peach Blossom and Teenager.
In two or three months, Chen Xingze has poured all his emotional experiences to Mi Sheng. And Mi Sheng, an old fried dough stick, didn't reveal anything about himself.
In Mi Sheng's eyes, Chen Xingze is just a silly little boy, and he has tried many times to destroy his yearning for a good love with bad intentions - just like now. But in the end they gave up.
-Yes, I have.
-real? what kind of person
- Very nice person.
- What's the specific point
Mi Sheng recalled the future lover he often fantasized about when he was as old as Chen Xingze.
—He is handsome, gentle, rich and tasteful, and he gives me gifts every Christmas.
"Haha." One sentence made him goosebumps, and Mi Sheng laughed. He even had such a dream.
-Then your boyfriend is so perfect, how long have you been together
- for many years.
This time, Chen Xingze's reply was a little slower. Mi Sheng thought that he might not want to talk anymore, and was about to go to sleep when his phone vibrated again.
- Do you think it is possible for people like us to be happy
Mi Sheng couldn't help sneering, "A brat is a brat, and he talks about happiness every day." Just as he was about to reply, another message came in.
Mi Jie urged him to make money.
My father is going to have an operation, and my sister, who usually doesn't want to pay attention to him, has to contact him.
"Qianqianqian..." Mi Sheng hummed and said leisurely to himself while replying to the message, "Little boy, this is life, grow up quickly."
Chen Xingze was lying on the bed, waiting nervously.
The dinner party was over, and a bonfire party started in the yard. Chen Xingze heard someone singing while holding a drum. Although in the ice and snow, the performer is not in the best state, but the cheerful mood can still be conveyed.
The phone rang.
Chen Xingze raised his head suddenly, and Mi Sheng replied with only two words—
"certainly."
The performers outside the house sang to a climax, and Chen Xingze could hear it clearly.
When it's love
(when love is strong)
Yeah, you say them out-loud those words
(You speak your mind out loud)
They never go away
(those words never fade away)
They live on, even when we're gone
(Even if we all leave, they will remain until the sea dies)
Chen Xingze's eyes were red, he held the phone tightly, shaking with force. He buried his face in the pillow, took a deep breath, and smelled the fresh laundry detergent, such as Taoyuan wine, which made people intoxicated.
The door slammed suddenly. Chen Xingze bounced up with a shudder.
"Who?"
No one responded. Chen Xingze thought that the teacher had come to call him to participate in the group activity, so he quickly wiped his eyes and got up to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Lu Hao was standing in front of him with a big sports bag on his back.
Chen Xingze was stunned and did not respond for a long time. Lu Hao imitated his previous movements and reached out and scratched Chen Xingze's face.
"How about it?"
Chen Xingze was stunned, "Why are you here?"
Lu Hao: "Why can't I come, the resort is yours."
Chen Xingze still didn't understand what happened, Lu Hao punched him on the shoulder, "Stupid you!"
Chen Xingze finally smiled, he grinned, gestured his hand behind, and said, "You fucking came in with the background music, I thought it was a movie."
Lu Hao: "Hahahaha!"
Chen Xingze welcomed Lu Hao into the room, and when he passed by, he saw that Lu Hao was wearing the pair of basketball shoes he had given him. Chen Xingze closed the door, and Lu Hao was already lying on his bed in a large font.
Chen Xingze kicked him in the past.
"The coat is off."
"You're a clean freak..." Lu Hao muttered and took off his jacket. Under the thick down jacket was a black sweater. Because of the squeeze of the jacket, the sweater was close to the body and outlined a clear outline.
Chen Xingze felt very pleasing to watch the process of his undressing.
what…
Stop it.
Chen Xingze leaned on the table and faced Lu Hao.
"Seriously, why are you here?"
"It's all about vacation."
"Did your family come here?"
"No, my mother brought it to me and left."
"Your mother didn't ask why you came?"
Lu Hao sat on the bed, his eyes were lower than Chen Xingze's, and he looked at him with raised eyes.
"Why, you don't want me to come?"
"...I didn't say I didn't want to, have you booked the room yet?"
Speaking of the room, Lu Hao just remembered something, and said angrily: "This building has been booked by your people. If I want to live, I can only live in the opposite building. It's too far..." He said while peeking at Chen Xingze , "You let me live here."
Chen Xingze hugged his arms and said with a wicked smile: "Whatever, if you are not afraid of losing yourself, you can stay here."
Hearing his agreement, Lu Hao heaved a sigh of relief, lay back and stretched.
"Cut, ghosts are afraid of you."