Chen Xingze's school in Beijing, located in Xicheng District, is one of the best music training institutions in the country. He lives in the dormitory arranged by the school, and there are six people in the house, from all over the country.
The music art test is considered to be clean. There is an art and art test school not far from them. Chen Xingze took the time to go to see it.
The level of confusion reminded him of the first time he went to Mi Sheng's studio.
Different from the second year of high school, Chen Xingze felt that the third year of high school was too long. Since Lu Hao left, his world seemed to be suddenly buried by snow and became silent.
Chen Xingze set two times on his mobile phone, one in Beijing and one in Denver. When he wakes up every day, the first thing he does is check the weather in the two places.
Chen Xingze knew that Lu Hao had a healthy schedule, so every contact was late at night on his side. At that time, the lights in the dormitory had already been turned off, and Chen Xingze took the phone and went to the corridor outside. The hallway is very small, and he occasionally encounters people who are in the same situation as him talking on the phone.
As Chen Xingze thought, Lu Hao quickly accepted life abroad, and he always told Chen Xingze about new things he encountered. In fact, at three or four in the second half of the night, Chen Xingze couldn't remember what he said, but he insisted every time until Lu Hao hung up the phone first. Being able to listen to his voice for a while is more important to Chen Xingze than anything else.
Chen Xingze's heart is not as big as Lu Hao's, and these few phone calls are a drop in the bucket for his thoughts. But Lu Hao didn't seem to understand. Sometimes when he hears Lu Hao laughing heartlessly on his phone, Chen Xingze will be very angry, but he is reluctant to show it to Lu Hao. When he really can't hold back and wants to talk, he will go to Mi Sheng.
Of course, Mi Sheng would not listen to his nonsense in vain.
One weekend, Chen Xingze learned that Lu Hao represented the school in a basketball game and won. It was a happy thing at first, but in the photo Lu Hao sent, he was playing with a group of blond girls with thin waists and big butts. Chen Xingze saw his teeth itch and sent a message.
—You are like the last goddamn emperor.
Of course Lu Hao couldn't understand his sarcasm, and laughed as usual. Chen Xingze drank alone until late at night, feeling full of grievances and nowhere to talk, so he called Mi Sheng. After listening to his complaint, Mi Sheng smiled and said, "Is it okay on the weekend, come to me, I will help you relax."
Mi Sheng's voice was very gentle on the phone, Chen Xingze agreed as soon as he got over the alcohol, and took the intercity train to Jincheng.
The result is regrettable.
"Next time I believe in you, I'll take your surname!"
"Mi Xingze, hurry up and move quickly."
Chen Xingze shouted angrily and lifted the heavy box.
Misheng Studio has a new batch of clothing, and is worried about the lack of workers. He sat beside him with his legs crossed and smoked elegantly, enjoying the pleasure of being a slave owner. Chen Xingze worked all morning and finally helped him move everything. He stepped into Mi Sheng's studio after a year, and he felt exactly the same as before.
Chen Xingze: "How long has it been since you cleaned up your house?"
Mi Sheng: "Not long, a year."
Chen Xingze's eyes widened, "One year!? Don't tell me, just wait for me to clean up!"
Mi Sheng leaned against the door, smiling like a spring breeze.
"Yeah, just waiting for you to clean up."
Getting angry with Mi Sheng is a waste of time. Chen Xingze diligently cleaned up the house and sat beside the bed without speaking.
Mi Sheng asked him, "What's wrong?"
Chen Xingze said, "My head hurts."
Mi Sheng: "You have to exercise."
Chen Xingze's mouth twitched, and he focused on Mi Sheng, "Did someone say that you owe a lot?"
Mi Sheng: "No." The people around him are generally pragmatic, they don't speak with their mouths, and they have already beaten him.
Chen Xingze: "Then you really made a group of good friends."
Mi Sheng smiled, "Yes."
After a while of silence, Chen Xingze raised his eyes and saw that Mi Sheng was still leaning against the door.
"Are you losing weight again?"
"Why does everyone say that when they see me."
"That's really thin, eat more and pay attention to your body."
"Maybe it's just looking thin, but it's still quite heavy?"
"Don't be funny."
Mi Sheng flicked the cigarette on the ground, looked at the falling gray-white soot, and said softly, "I said you couldn't hold me, do you believe it?"
"I don't believe it." Chen Xingze said without hesitation, "You are about to become a skeleton, how could I not be able to hold you."
Chen Xingze felt that Mi Sheng's words were a challenge to his self-esteem. He got up and walked in front of Mi Sheng. A princess held him up firmly, and he shook it twice like an old man shopping for vegetables.
"How about it, take it easy, you're too light, why don't you have 175, maybe you don't even have 110 pounds."
Mi Sheng didn't speak.
He put one hand on Chen Xingze's shoulder and gently put the cigarette into his mouth with the other. Chen Xingze lowered his head and saw Mi Sheng smoking with his head slightly tilted. The movement was neither hasty nor slow, just like those lazy and decadent actors in a movie pictorial.
Chen Xingze's heartbeat instinctively accelerated for two seconds. He realized that this seemed a little inappropriate now, so he put Mi Sheng down.
They stand close together, and Mi-sheng finishes his cigarette and looks up at him. Chen Xingze was a little embarrassed by Mi Sheng's dazzling gaze, and looked away unnaturally.
After a while of silence, Mi Sheng smiled and said, "Little devil, you have grown taller."
Only then did Chen Xingze notice that their once similar body shapes had unknowingly widened the gap, and now Mi Sheng had to raise his head slightly to meet his own eyes.
Chen Xingze muttered, "Yeah, it's been a year."
In one year, many things have changed. Chen Xingze thought about it, and suddenly an emotion came to his heart.
"What's the matter, it's like I'm going to cry."
"No."
"Think about that stupid big guy again?"
Chen Xingze was silent for a while, then whispered: "You are really amazing."
"Which is great?"
"I don't say anything, and you can guess it. But no matter how much I hint to Lu Hao, he doesn't understand what I'm thinking."
Mi Sheng smiled.
Chen Xingze: "As expected, older people are more sensitive than young people."
"..." Mi Sheng resisted the urge to slap Chen Xingze, and took out another cigarette. After lighting the fire, as soon as he looked up, he saw that Chen Xingze was looking at him with the eyes of a small animal.
Mi Shengqing couldn't help turning a glance, and said gracefully, "If you have any grievances, tell me."
Therefore, Chen Xingze felt that it would be beneficial to go to Mi Sheng. Although he acted as a free laborer, his grievances also poured out.
That meeting started, and since then, Mi Sheng has frequently asked Chen Xingze to go to Jincheng, and he himself will come to Beijing to play when he is free.
Compared with hosting Mi Sheng in Beijing, Chen Xingze would rather be called by Mi Sheng to Jincheng. Because when he was called, it was often Mi Sheng who called him for help because the studio was understaffed. And if Mi Sheng condescended to come to Beijing, it would really be a romantic affair and a red light.
When Mi Sheng first came to Beijing to find Chen Xingze, Chen Xingze was still in class. Mi Sheng forced him to come out. He is more familiar with Beijing than Chen Xingze. He wanders around everywhere, finds a bar when he is tired, and gets very drunk.
Chen Xingze followed Mi Sheng, and thoroughly understood what it means to be in love with wine and be infatuated with flowers. The places Mi Sheng took him to were still acquaintances, mostly comrades. One time when Chen Xingze went to the bathroom, when he came back, he saw a drunk Mi Sheng lying on the sofa with two men riding on him. Mi Sheng's belt was half undone, revealing a pale and narrow waist.
Chen Xingze immediately shouted, "What are you doing!?" He rushed over and pushed the two men with lustful faces away, shaking Mi Sheng's shoulders vigorously. "Are you alright, wake up, wake up!"
Mi Sheng opened his eyes a little, and when he saw Chen Xingze, he opened his hands as if to hug him.
"Why are you so drunk?" Chen Xingze frowned. He looked around. Many people were looking at them. They were staring at Mi Sheng lying on the sofa, like a hungry wolf staring at a lost lamb.
No matter how you called it, it was useless. Chen Xingze could only carry Mi Sheng on his back and stopped the car at the door.
"I will vomit now in the car." Mi Sheng said drunkenly.
"Could it be that you want me to carry it back for you?"
"Um."
"It's very far, bro."
"Didn't you say I'm not heavy?"
… He did say it.
Digging a hole and jumping by himself, Chen Xingze sighed helplessly and walked to the hotel with Mi Sheng on his back.
The road was brightly lit, Mi Sheng rested on Chen Xingze's shoulder, and the tip of his nose lightly sniffed Chen Xingze's neck.
Chen Xingze: "Don't move, I'm itchy."
Mi Sheng was still moving.
Chen Xingze said sternly: "If you move again, I will let go."
Mi Sheng didn't move.
Chen Xingze thought he was obedient and honest, but he didn't expect that his neck would be bitten in the next second.
"Ah!" Chen Xingze screamed on the road.
In fact, it doesn't hurt, it's just too sudden. Chen Xingze reflexively wanted to let go, but Mi Sheng used all his strength to entangle him like an octopus, preventing him from letting him go.
"...No, I can't get angry anymore." After tossing and turning to no avail, Chen Xingze finally apologized, "I was wrong, I was really wrong. Ancestor, I don't dare to threaten you anymore, please don't strangle me, okay? ."
Mi Sheng relaxed and lay down on Chen Xingze's back again.
Chen Xingze sighed again, endured the humiliation and continued to walk. He said, "This situation and this scene remind me of a world famous painting."
Mi Sheng: "What painting?"
Chen Xingze: "The Tracker on the Volga River."
Misheng giggled.
Chen Xingze: "Do you know this painting?"
Mi Sheng: "Of course I know."
Chen Xingze also laughed, "He never understands the joke I made with Lu Hao. When I mentioned Zhang Ailing to him for the first time, do you know what he asked me?"
Mi Sheng's voice gradually softened, "What are you asking?"
Chen Xingze: "He asked me what class Eileen Zhang was in, hahaha, that made me die!"
As soon as Chen Xingze talked about Lu Hao, he was beaming with joy, but he didn't notice that Mi Shengbi was quiet just now.
"Seriously, you should also fall in love." Chen Xingze concluded.
"Don't talk."
"why?"
"I didn't like it."
"You're asking too much."
"Not high, even you can do it."
What Mi Sheng said casually was taken as a joke by Chen Xingze.
Chen Xingze was unconvinced and said, "What do you mean by 'even me'? It sounds like I'm in poor condition. I'm also very popular, okay?"
Mi Sheng's handsome chin rested on Chen Xingze's shoulder, closed his eyes, and whispered in the whistling sound of the vehicle: "Yeah..."
There was a bit of approval in his voice, and a bit of helplessness, all of which were blown away by the night wind.