Those Love Songs We’ve Sung Together

Chapter 4: actor

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The concert at the "No. 6 Little Jasmine Road" bar and the Sino-French Exchange Salon officially opened on the evening of November 11th.

Due to the nature of this event, many people who came to the salon have carefully dressed up, in order to be more eye-catching when they go on stage.

Jiang Bai straightened his collar in front of the mirror in the guest bathroom, and when he turned to go out, he bumped into Fang Yuan who was walking towards the bathroom.

Seeing his attire, Fang Yuan gave a thumbs up and whistled: "Beer is handsome!"

Jiang Bai came out of the bathroom, walked to the bar, and ordered a bottle of beer. The bar was overcrowded at the moment, some people even brought light sticks, and some girls wore glowing little devil horns that they bought for Halloween.

A few French girls shouted Jiang Bai's name in the distance, and seeing him turn his head to look over, they immediately blew him a few passionate kisses.

Jiang Bai raised his chin and returned a wink.

Then he turned around and asked Chen Lijie, "Yabu hasn't come yet?"

It has been more than ten days since the last time he and Yabu practiced singing in a bar and almost shot a gun. Jiang Bai's vacation has long since ended, and he has resumed his Monday to Friday classes. During the second half of the holiday, Yabu did not practice with Jiang Bai every day as he said. On the contrary, when Jiang Bai contacted Yabu, the other party rejected the invitation to practice songs because he had an appointment with a friend.

When Jiang Bai looked back and counted, he suddenly realized that he had never seen Yabu since that day.

Chen Lijie looked down at his phone and said, "He said he would return to Paris today, so he will definitely come."

Jiang Bai was surprised: "He went to other provinces?"

"What province? He went to the Netherlands." Chen Lijie laughed, "He has a friend who is getting married there, so ask him to be the best man. And he has a few friends who like skiing and they seem to be planning to ask him to go to the Alps together, no I know that one day I will run away again."

Jiang Bai said "Oh".

Chen Lijie hooked his neck, teasingly said: "You care about him so much?"

Jiang Bai said stiffly: "After all, he practiced singing together, and he taught me so much French, so it's not too much to care about?"

Chen Lijie looked at Jiang Bai for a while, then smiled suddenly: "It's nothing, I should be happy that you and my brother have a good relationship! When you decide to come to my place to sing, remember to tell me!"

Yabu didn't show up until the Sino-French Salon started.

Jiang Bai listened to a few French people singing Teresa Teng's song with crappy Chinese pronunciation, and Fang Yuan whispered in his ear, and suddenly felt a little lost.

He poured the last sip of beer from the bottle into his mouth, took advantage of the gap between a song on stage, and excused himself from being bored, got up and walked out of the bar.

The temperature in Paris in late autumn and early winter is not low, but the sky is getting darker and earlier. Thick clouds began to gather in the sky, the air became humid, and occasional showers became commonplace.

It was raining outside the bar at this time.

The mist-like light rain is on the most embarrassing edge. If you don't open an umbrella, you will get water marks all over your face, which is very uncomfortable. But once you hold an umbrella, you can't feel the existence of rain. Occasionally, pedestrians walked by on the road, all in a shrinking posture, or wearing a hood, walking in a hurry.

Under the dim street lamps in the distance, you can see the water droplets as thin as a cow's hair being blown away by the breeze, swirling and slowly falling down, condensing the light into a ball, making the surroundings appear more and more black.

Jiang Bai's breathing was slightly drunk, and he turned his head to look into the distance.

Yabu walked slowly from the other side of the alley in the light full of water vapor, like a demon king who came to the world through the darkness.

He was dressed in a white shirt and black suit that should have been very decent, but he looked reckless because of the tie pulled below the breastbone and the top two buttons of the shirt unbuttoned. None of the buttons on his suit were buttoned, and the delicately tailored hem was lifted by the wind with the rhythm of his walking, revealing the inner lining printed with large red roses.

He was carrying a guitar on his back, and was dragging a small suitcase in his hand. Judging from the tags tied to the suitcase, he should have come directly from the airport.

When Yabu walked halfway, he saw Jiang Bai waiting outside the bar door.

Jiang Bai specially picked out a wine red casual shirt with gold trim to go on stage this day. Below it was a pair of black pencil pants that tightly wrapped around his straight calves, and the trousers were tucked into a pair of low leather boots.

Yabu grinned from a distance: "Wow! Look whose boy this is! My Ganymedes, are you waiting for me?"

Although Jiang Bai's French is only basic, he happened to know the name Ganymetis, so he replied with a smile: "I'm waiting to pour you wine." (Note)

Yabu came closer, lowered his head slightly and looked at Jiang Bai.

Jiang Bai also looked at Ya Bu, and saw that there was a layer of fine water droplets hanging on his hair, and a few drops were also stained on the thick eyelashes unique to Westerners, sparkling under the street lamp.

"Good evening." Jiang Bai greeted, and took the initiative to go up to face Yabu.

The wet feeling spread on the cheeks of the two, Yabu turned his head slightly, and his lips were printed on Jiang Bai's side face.

"It's almost time for you, Xiaobai." Fang Yuan pushed open the bar door and poked his head out. He was a little surprised when he saw Yabu, and immediately changed his French, "Ah, Yabu is back? Come in, it's raining outside! "

Jiang Bai was the first to turn around and enter the door to get his guitar.

When he was ready, the performance on the stage was over, and the girl who sang in the previous performance walked off the stage.

Jiang Bai was about to take the stage, but saw Yabu, who had taken off his suit jacket, jumped up.

Yabu blinked at Jiang Bai in the wild cheers from the audience, and said with a smile: "I don't have time to tune the guitar, how about you come to accompany me? My Ganymedes."

The cheers from the audience became sharper.

Jiang Bai blinked, not too shy, picked up the guitar and walked onto the stage to play the soundtrack of "The Actor" for Yabu.

Holding the microphone, Yabu spoke slowly with extreme tenderness and deep hoarseness in his voice.

"Simple, simple way of speaking..."

His Chinese pronunciation is very clear. Although there are still some turning details that are not rounded enough, it does not affect his pouring emotion into the melody of this song. It can be seen that he practiced this song hard. Even though he didn't show up for more than two weeks, even if he made a trip to Holland, he didn't slacken at all because it was just a small performance in a bar and salon.

The audience in the audience were fascinated, and a few light sticks swayed gently with the rhythm of the music.

Standing behind Yabu, Jiang Bai could see half of his profile.

Still so handsome, still so sexy, in the tune full of mourning, a palpitating fragility suddenly rose from his supposedly powerful aura, making Jiang Bai want to step forward to hug him and heat himself up chest against his back.

After Yabu sang his two lyrics, he did not rush off the stage, but directly gave up the position in front of the microphone to Jiang Bai.

Jiang Bai's expression paused slightly, but his fingers followed immediately. After a few variations, he continued to play the same dominant music, but the rhythm was much brighter. He leaned closer to the microphone, feeling the residual warmth left on the pickup by the previous owner, raised the corners of his lips and opened his voice.

"In which scene, you acted hoarsely, when the plot develops to the end, it has already drifted away..."

Chen Lijie in the audience was stunned, keenly grasping the yin and yang in Jiang Bai's grammar - Jiang Bai changed the lyrics and changed the ending of the negative word to a masculine, and the "you" in this song changed from a female to a male. He turned his head to look at Ya Bu and Fang Yuan. The former seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and he was smiling playfully;

Jiang Bai on the stage swept the strings and continued to sing.

"If love was war, you would be mine! We bickered, we parted, we came closer, we called out to each other. The days passed, the weeks went back and forth—it was like a drama."

"In your stories, there's always a happy ending; in your skits, there's always a happy ending. You're with me, doing all you want!"

"If love is war, then you will be mine!"

Jiang Bai repeated the chorus, his eyes fixed on Yabu who was standing next to the stage, as if he was swearing his ownership to him.

The audience gradually became restless. The French audiences were the first to discover the little details about gender, exchanged eyes with surprise, and whispered in each other's ears.

Chen Lijie noticed Jiang Bai staring at Yabu, raised his hand to wipe his face, and asked Fang Yuan: "How much did Xiao Bai drink just now?"

Fang Yuan was taken aback: "Ah? Not much, just three or four bottles of beer."

Chen Lijie: "He didn't eat dinner, brother, three or four bottles on an empty stomach is not much?"

Fang Yuan said: "He's not drunk either, isn't this a good song?"

Chen Lijie: ...

Jiang Bai's song ended, and there was even more enthusiastic cheers than ever before. Some people pushed Yabu forward and shouted "Hug me" and "Hug your Ganymedis!" "such as.

A French girl's voice pierced through the noisy room: "Give me a kiss!"

Jiang Bai raised his head and looked at Yabu with bright eyes.

Chen Lijie originally wanted to go up to smooth things over, but when he saw Jiang Bai's eyes, he knew that he didn't need to waste effort.

Sure enough, in the next second, Yabu pinched Jiang Bai's chin and kissed him on the lips.

Amidst the screams in the bar that almost toppled the roof, Fang Yuan looked confused: ... ? ...! ! !

Chen Lijie pulled Fang Yuan's shoulders and turned him to one side, then turned around and shouted at the crowd in the bar: "The salon concert is over! Everyone is free to move around!"

Fang Yuan: "He..."

"Come and help me clean up the empty wine bottles!" Chen Lijie said.

Fang Yuan: "They..."

"Sile Wei, help me get a rag!"

Fang Yuan: "Little Bai..."

Chen Lijie stuffed the rag into Fang Yuan's hand: "Go and wipe the bar counter well, haven't you always wanted to learn bartending, I'll teach you."

Fang Yuan held up the rag: ...

Yabu raised his head, held Jiang Bai in his arms, and led him through the bar crowd with difficulty, and hid behind the wooden door at the end of the corridor. Jiang Bai put his arms around Yabu's neck and almost pushed him down on the stairs.

"Hey baby, relax, you're strangling me."

Ya Bu wrapped around Jiang Bai's waist and took his arm off his neck.

As soon as Jiang Bai's arm was put down, he hugged it again, raised his chin, and kissed Yabu's mouth actively. In fact, he was not drunk, but his mind was a little dull, which happened to be the time when he was most courageous.

My thoughts don't turn so fast, so I only cling to what I see in front of my eyes at this moment, and obey what I think in my heart at this moment.

Some disconnected brain made it impossible for him to form coherent sentences in French, which he was not familiar with. He blinked his eyes to look at Yabu’s face carefully, and popped out his most familiar lyrics: "...if love is also hate , you will be mine! We... we hid in the boat, naked... Yabu."

At this point, if Yabu could bear it, he would be sanctified immediately.

He picked up Jiang Bai, and the two stumbled up the narrow stairs to the second floor, entangled and fell into the soft mattress in the bedroom.

A lingering kiss ended, and Yabu looked down at Jiang Bai, who was lying in the white sheet with a confused face and gasping for breath, his throat seemed to be on fire: "Baby, you are really...unbeatable today!"

Jiang Bai seemed to be suffering from aphasia, and there were countless words in his heart that he wanted to say to Yabu, but the language barrier prevented him from saying a single word, so he could only settle for the next best thing, and raised his hand anxiously to pull the front of his shirt.

Yabu grabbed Jiang Bai's hand.

"Baby, don't worry... Take your time... This process is worth enjoying, understand?"

He covered Jiang Bai's body, stroking Jiang Bai's chest with one hand, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt one by one. He kissed Jiang Bai's side face and earlobe lightly, and his deep voice spoke love words as if singing a lingering love song: "Leave it to me, believe me... let me take you to see heaven..."

Jiang Bai continued to read the lyrics with absent-minded eyes: "...their charm will take me to heaven."

Yabu smiled and said, "No, it's not them, it's me. My charm will take you to heaven."

In the night in Paris, the drizzle is pattering. The humid air is wrapped in the vague fragrance of pine branches, accompanied by the sensational tune faintly leaking from the crack of the bar door, floating slowly in the breeze.

The night clouds rolled and rose in the deep purple sky, and the slender raindrops gradually became denser, hitting the carved railings outside the second-floor windows of the bar, echoing with the tiny whispers leaking from the window cracks, following the The beautiful rhythm, splashing layer after layer of fine water droplets, refracts the diamond-like brilliance in the light.

The sound of the rain is getting denser and more urgent, falling on the pavement where small puddles have accumulated at some point, on the lampposts carved with elegant flowers and insects, and on the perennial green yellow poplar leaves in the flower beds It landed on the window glass reflecting a pair of intertwined silhouettes... Tick ding dong, composing a symphony of nature.

Suddenly, a blazing white light lit up in the heart of the sky, reflecting the edge of the distant clouds in a pink-purple color.

In this charming late autumn and early winter night, Paris ushered in the first thunderstorm of this winter.

The author has something to say: Note: Ganymetis, the beautiful boy who was lured home by Zeus to pour wine for himself, later became the constellation of Aquarius.

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Actor French version: Fred Band · "La scène"

Link: https://music.163.com/#/song?id=486143865