The response to Qian Mo's last song was even more enthusiastic than expected. Guo Linan felt a little incredible: "This is the rhythm of his public coming out..."
Zhai Lin was quite indifferent: "I have too many flutters in Chongqing, so I grab a bucket everywhere."
Ji Qinyang had no comment. He watched Xie Meng go to get drinks, and when he came back, he was pulled to see the photos taken. The two seemed to have found something interesting, and Xie Meng had a gentle smile on his face.
"I can't understand that men like men." Guo Linan scratched his scalp, he couldn't help but ask Ji Qinyang: "Even if Qian Mo looks good, do you think you will like it?"
Ji Qinyang's expression was indifferent: "Well, I don't like it, he is not my type."
"..." Guo Linan thought he was joking, and continued, "Then what type do you like?"
Ji Qinyang didn't hesitate at all: "My family is like Xie Meng."
Guo Linan laughed wildly: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Xie Meng just came back with the drink and asked inexplicably, "What did you say?"
Guo Linan smiled and wiped his tears: "Ahaha, Yimei said that you are the type he likes, hahaha."
"Really." Xie Meng also smiled, he handed the drink to Ji Qinyang, and the two touched the bottle: "It's a coincidence, you are also my type."
Guo Linan even thought they were joking: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha they match
"..." Zhai Lin, who had obviously reacted, looked at Guo Lin'an with a look of "are you a pig?": "You can be precious, no wonder you were abused into a dog."
Guo Linan: "??!"
Qian Mo finally signed the names of the enthusiastic fans and took a photo. He walked to the wine table that Ji Qinyang was waiting for. His eyes fell on Xie Meng's face, and he said hello with a natural attitude: "Hello."
Xie Meng shook hands with him: "You sing really well."
"Thank you." Qian Mo smiled and took a sip of wine: "After listening to so many, which song do you like the most?"
Zhang Ganggang thought for a while: "The last song."
Qian Mo: "Oh?"
Zhang Gangbang: "It has a special feel, especially positive energy, it is touching, and it can be sung!"
Everyone has a "what the hell is a song and cry" expression...
"The words are okay, but the tunes are not." Qian Mo said modestly, he glanced at Ji Qinyang and raised the wine bottle in his hand: "How is it, are you interested?"
Ji Qinyang said lightly: "I'll consider it."
Qian Mo smiled and extended his hand to him: "I hope we have the opportunity to cooperate."
Zhai Lin and Guo Linan went back to the dormitory first, and Han Dong was in charge of sending Zhang Banggang back. In early October, Beijing had begun to turn cold. Zhang Banggang was still looking down at the photos with the car door open. Han Dong took off his coat and put it on his head. Lumpy didn't even lift his head, he just pulled the collar of the other's coat with his hands in a natural way.
Ji Qinyang hugged Xie Meng's shoulder in the dark, turned his face and kissed the other's forehead.
Qian Mo was standing on the roof of Mao's empty building, holding a can of beer in his hand. His hair was loose and pulled up by the night wind, blocking half of his vision.
He took out his phone and sent a text message, drinking slowly one by one, and the bandmates behind him called his name without malicious ridicule: "Momo, who do you like?"
Without looking back, Qian Mo pointed his middle finger.
"Don't be angry." Wen Tao, the captain and guitarist, said with a smile: "Every time you like straight men or married people, we all think you can live a good life without tossing around."
Qian Mo didn't speak. He stretched out his arms and leaned against the railings. Under his feet was the rusty old gate and the concrete floor that was covered with a hundred days of sunlight and radiated heat.
Qian Mo drank the beer, and then with a force, he threw the empty can high into the air.
When Beijing was about to enter winter, Xie Meng had already put on a thick sweater. He had forgotten to bring lip balm and hand cream from the beginning, and now he is very accustomed to applying it.
On Friday, the kid taught by Xie Meng was going to join the cycling club, so he specially called him.
"Meng Meng!" Xu Shaohe has never been willing to call people: "Would you like to play together?"
Xie Meng refused with a smile: "You can play by yourself and pay attention to safety."
The sun was just right at noon, and it took Xie Meng almost 20 minutes to walk from the dormitory to the east gate, and he was hot all over from the sun.
Ji Qinyang was still waiting for him at the same place. The boy only wore a shirt, not even a coat.
"Is it that cold?" Ji Qinyang put one hand in his trouser pocket and put one hand on Xie Meng's shoulder: "Do you want to buy long pants for you?"
Xie Meng: "..."
Ji Qinyang: "Don't worry, you are also very handsome in long pants, the god of long pants."
The Forbidden City in Beijing is much bigger than imagined. The two of them walked for a long time. No matter how good their physical strength is, they can't stand it.
"No wonder the emperor had to sit on the imperial carriage in ancient times." Ji Qinyang joked: "It takes half a day to go to the wife's room, what else can I do in one night."
Xie Meng glanced at him: "Go to the Imperial Garden?"
Ji Qinyang deliberately said, "What if I can't walk?"
Xie Meng: "I'll carry you."
"..." Ji Qinyang: "I'll carry you on my back."
Xie Meng looked at him strangely: "Aren't you unable to walk?"
"Forget it." Ji Qinyang squatted on the ground and stretched out his hand: "Let's hold hands."
So the two went to the Imperial Garden hand in hand, and found that the Palace of Supreme Harmony was too far from the Imperial Garden. Xie Meng fainted when he walked around. Ji Qinyang first started dragging him in front of him, and then dragging directly became drag.
"I really can't walk this time..." Ji Qinyang sat on the stone with his arms behind his back and raised his head: "But the scenery is so beautiful."
Xie Meng said "um", his physical strength was a little worse than Ji Qinyang, and after a long delay, the whole talent came back to life from the standby state.
Ji Qinyang suddenly reached out and squeezed his neck.
Xie Meng: "?"
Ji Qinyang didn't pay attention, and quickly lowered his head and kissed him.
"..." Xie Meng: "When will your habit of sneak attack be changed?"
Ji Qinyang laughed, and when he was about to stand up, Xie Meng violently pulled his collar by his collar. The boy only felt a slight pain at the tip of his nose, and was gently bitten by the other side.
"Reciprocity." Xie Meng said lightly with a smile.
Ji Qinyang: "..."
After coming out of the Forbidden City, Ji Qinyang took Xie Meng to Jingshan Park. By the time he reached the top of the mountain, the sun was almost down.
Ji Qinyang pointed to the north and motioned to Xie Meng to look at it. The sun was setting in the west, the central axis of old Beijing traversed the north and the south, and the gray tube tiles of the Drum Tower were dyed with the afterglow of the setting sun.
"It's like splitting the sky." Xie Meng murmured: "It's really spectacular."
"It's in front of the towering mountains." Ji Qinyang said with a smile, "The sky is vertical and horizontal."
Xie Meng couldn't stand it: "Okay, I know you are more literate than me."
Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows: "Those who study art have a literary heart, even when they are older."
"Older literary and artistic young men." Xie Meng concluded: "Do you want to grow flowers, drink tea and write poems every day when you are old?"
"I have to hug my wife every day." Ji Qinyang opened his arms: "Come and hug me, the mountain wind is freezing at night."
Xie Meng smiled and hugged him from behind, and the two stood on the top of the mountain together to watch the sunset.
"It's a blessing for you to find me." Ji Qinyang held Xie Meng's hand around his waist: "You look good, you have a good temper, you can sing and write poetry, your skills are improving, and you can still love you. Ten thousand years without change of heart."
Xie Meng leaned on his shoulder and said with a sullen smile: "A turtle will not live for 10,000 years."
Ji Qinyang: "Then a hundred years will be fine."
Xie Meng: "One hundred years is too long."
Ji Qinyang thought for a while: "then love as long as you can live, even if you die the next second, I will still love you this second."
"..." Xie Meng muttered: "You are too numb."
Ji Qinyang laughed, he bent down and carried the boy to his back, and slowly walked down the mountain: "I only have so few skills, and I will be familiar with them after more practice."
Xie Meng lowered his head and kissed the back of Ji Qinyang's head.
"I really can't dig out the heart to show you, so I can only tell you." Ji Qinyang looked carefully at the road under his feet: "I know you have done a lot for me, and the road of music is actually more than imagined. It’s even harder to walk, you never say, support me unconditionally, encourage me, I know all this.”
When approaching the foot of the mountain, Ji Qinyang put Xie Meng down. He took a breath and raised his knees to look at each other: "You are so good, I have to work harder to love you."
Xie Meng didn't speak, he stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on Ji Qinyang's forehead, and said slowly: "I once heard a saying that companionship is the longest confession."
Xie Meng lowered his head and kissed the boy's sweaty temple: "When I needed you most, you were by my side, and you gave me much more than you thought."
"That's the past." Ji Qinyang smiled, he took Xie Meng's hand and walked in the direction of Nanluoguxiang: "We still have a future."
Xie Meng snorted and said seriously: "When I get old, we will spend all kinds of flowers, drink tea, write poems, and hug each other every day."
Ji Qinyang couldn't stop laughing: "The old man of literature and art."
"That's not bad." Xie Meng thought about it: "I like it."
"Speak love every day."
"...then don't."
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"When I'm old, my heart can't take it."
Out of Nanluoguxiang is Gulou East Street. The two walked all the way to the east and stopped at Guijie Street. Ji Qinyang began to use Dianping.com to search for delicious food. He asked Xie Meng: "Do you want to eat spicy crayfish?"
"Lobster?" Xie Meng asked uncertainly, "Can you still eat it now?"
Ji Qinyang put away the phone: "Others are fine."
He found a shop that was a little old and went in, ordered fried liver, braised boiled, fried belly, and fire-steamed rice dumplings, and turned to the back and saw a picture of bean juice.
"Would you like to try it?" Ji Qinyang smiled maliciously: "I heard Guo Linan say this dish is particularly delicious."
Xie Meng didn't know what bean juice was, and was a little suspicious: "True or false?"
"When have I lied to you?" Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows: "Forgot the little pear soup?"
"I really can't forget that." Xie Meng closed the menu and said to the waiter, "Let's have another bean juice."
In the first few dishes, Xie Meng had a preliminary taste of the so-called Beijing heavy-taste snacks, but Ji Qinyang, who is also a southerner, was very adaptable. He was sweet, spicy and salty, and the tip of his nose was sweating and he wanted to take off his shirt.
Xie Meng stared at his profile and said with emotion: "You have a good skin when you eat so spicy."
Ji Qinyang took a sip of tea: "I put on a mask, but you don't?"
"..." Xie Meng shook his head.
Ji Qinyang: "Go back and give you two tablets, and apply them together next time."
Xie Meng imagined the picture and thought it was a bit beautiful...
When the bean juice came up, Xie Meng's expression changed from anticipation to shock. He pointed to the bowl and asked Ji Qinyang uncertainly: "... Is this really edible?"
"Okay." Ji Qinyang excitedly brought a chopstick to Xie Meng's mouth: "Ah - open your mouth!"
Xie Meng hesitated for a long time before eating it in his mouth, and swallowed it without tasting it.
"I want to taste it." Ji Qinyang picked up a chopstick and ate it by himself, squinted and tutted, and learned a not-so-authentic Beijinger's accent: "This is what you eat."
Xie Meng was unwilling to think about it. He took a photo of bean juice and sent it to the WeChat Moments. Zhuo Xiaoyuan was the first to like it, and Qi Fei commented: "What?"
Xie Meng replied: "Beijing bean juice."
Zhang Ganggang commented at the bottom: "You go to eat good food and don't call me! I'm going to let Uncle Han bite you!"
Han Dong replied with a dog head.
Xie Meng put away the phone and pushed the bean juice back to Ji Qinyang.
"Aren't you going to tell Zhang Bangbang the taste?" Ji Qinyang couldn't help but ask.
"Why tell him." Xie Meng glanced at the other party expressionlessly: "Wouldn't it be nice to let him come and have a taste."
Ji Qinyang: "..."