Qiao Huaiyao's mood gradually calmed down in the soothing guitar music.
There was a slight tingling when I repeatedly plucked the guitar strings with my fingers without picks.
Qiao Huaiyao didn't continue playing, and tapped the guitar thoughtfully with his fingertips.
'click'
The sound of the shutter button being pressed is especially clear on a quiet night.
Qiao Huaiyao was taken aback for a moment, he smiled and looked up, "Brother?"
"Record it." Bai Jinyan put away the phone as if nothing had happened, "It's getting late, go to rest first, and practice tomorrow."
Qiao Huaiyao rolled his eyes, "Okay."
Put away the guitar and put the guitar case in an open place, so as not to accidentally touch it when you take something around.
When Qiao Huaiyao returned to the inner bedroom, he suddenly paused. He turned around while holding the door frame with his left hand and said loudly, "Brother!"
Bai Jinyan put down the sheet music in his hand, "Huh?"
Qiao Huaiyao smiled lightly and waved his hands, "Good night."
Bai Jinyan was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Good night."
---
late at night.
Qiao Huaiyao lay on the bed without any sleepiness.
There is still morning training tomorrow morning, so I thought about drying my hair and going to bed early.
As a result, he put down his phone, closed his eyes and still hasn't fallen asleep.
As soon as he closed his eyes, what appeared in his mind was Bai Jinyan's reaction when he came back to his senses when he was practicing just now.
and that reddish...
Qiao Huaiyao pursed her lips, the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't sleep, and she gave up resting completely.
Turn over and take the phone to scan Weibo.
He logged in with a small account, so the recommendations on the homepage were all related to Bai Jinyan.
In most screenshots and Reuters photos, Bai Jinyan has a cold face most of the time.
The few differences are just trying to figure out the characters and follow the plot.
After seeing too many of these pictures, Qiao Huaiyao curled up his fingertips slightly, feeling a little upset.
He thought about it, clicked on the Weibo interface, and checked in daily to bring pictures.
Because Bai Jinyan's guitar is too famous, if you put it on it directly, you may be recognized by fans.
So what Qiao Huai played was the toned guitar strings for focus shooting.
Can't see what the original is at all.
While editing the content, Qiao Huaiyao typed a few words. Although his eyes were looking at the phone interface, his eyes were in a daze.
After hesitating for a moment, Qiao Huaiyao clicked the keyboard slowly, and a voice appeared in the input field: Will he...
After a pause, he deleted these words again.
Retype: Does he have a little…
I still don't know what to send, so I clear the input field again.
Qiao Huaiyao put down the phone helplessly and buried her head in the pillow.
After struggling for a while, he sighed lightly, and instead of adding words to that Weibo post, he directly posted this picture.
The software refreshes automatically after microblogs are sent.
A new microblog with pictures appeared on the homepage.
Qiao Huaiyao hid half of her face in the pillow, glanced casually, and then froze suddenly.
He clicked on this Weibo.
Bai Jinyan sent it three seconds ago.
There is no caption, and the picture is not a selfie of Bai Jinyan, but him.
It's a picture of him practicing guitar.
But it didn't seem to be the one taken before the end. Qiao Huaiyao didn't even notice when this photo was taken.
Did my brother sleep too
Qiao Huaiyao raised his head and glanced to the left. The bedroom was only separated by a wall, and on the opposite side was Bai Jinyan's resting room.
I clicked in and wanted to forward this Weibo comment, but the result showed: [This Weibo has been deleted.]
Eh
There are thousands of comments below, but they can't be clicked at all.
It doesn't look like he's stuck.
After refreshing again, Bai Jinyan posted a new Weibo.
Qiao Huaiyao thought, maybe he forgot to edit the Weibo just now.
Members can edit Weibo, but the old content is still in the editing record. In order to clear all records, it will be deleted and reposted.
that is…
This new Weibo picture is not as clear as the one just now.
Not only did he find out, but the fans stationed in the comment area also found out that something was wrong.
They all commented: "Damn! This picture is so blurry that I can't see Qiao Qiao's face clearly! Who are you fooling by posting it?!"
"Hiss—sister, what's the matter with you? You don't want to call Qiao Qiao your wife even after taking the front row?"
"I commented on my wife on the last Weibo, and Bai Jinyan said this dog, I deleted my comment before deleting the Weibo!"
"Weibo is going to be deleted, and you still delete my comments, is it plausible?! Is this plausible!"
"..."
"Did someone save that picture just now? I'll open it up and take a look. When I want to save it, it prompts that the picture has disappeared..."
"That one is really good-looking and has a great sense of atmosphere! Now this one is also good, but I can't see the face clearly."
"If you have the ability to greed me, if you have the ability, you can post the original picture!"
"I'm showing my cards. I'm a psychologist. Bai Jinyan's current psychology is to show off but not to show it to you, so I put this fuzzy picture."
"Stop talking about the sisters, scold him!"
…
After Qiao Huaiyao liked it, he switched to another size.
Directly forwarded this Weibo with a large number.
Qiao Huaiyao V: [Say goodnight but don't go to sleep? @白锦言.]
The comment section of Weibo is also lively.
"Strongly condemn Bai Jinyan's behavior of staying up late at night to show off his wife!"
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo(oo
"I would like to ask, have you ever filmed Bai Jinyan... I have been a century-old fan, and I have made videos of Bai Jinyan playing guitar."
"Okay, use Qiao Qiao under Bai Jinyan Weibo, and use Bai Jinyan in the comments section of Qiao Qiao Weibo. This Weibo will let you understand."
Compared with the fans who swiped the screen in the comment area.
Bai Jinyan replied no slower than them.
The difference is that his brother sent it to him privately from the chat software.
Bai Jin said: [Why haven't you slept yet?]
Qiao Huaiyao typed: [I went to Weibo and fell asleep after looking at it. Brother, why are you still awake?]
Rarely, Bai Jinyan didn't reply him quickly this time.
The top "typing" was on for a long time, and then Bai Jinyan said: [Come up to read the private message, you should go to bed early.]
This reason is lame and unreliable.
There are special assistants responsible for reading fan private messages, after all, their private messages must be numerous and complicated.
So after screening, some normal private message content will be displayed in front of them.
But Qiao Huaiyao didn't expose it, he typed seriously: [Thank you brother (猫猫针头.jpg) I'll go to bed first.]
Bai Jinyan replied with a good night emoji.
Qiao Huaiyao put the phone upside down on the bed, blinked lightly, but still didn't feel sleepy.
Compared with the upset just now, he was inexplicably calmed down.
Just like this, she lay on her side quietly, facing the direction of Bai Jinyan's room.
Bai Jinyan said that the lights in the house were not turned on.
The message on the mobile phone lights up, which is the only light in the room.
Until the reply to Qiao Huaiyao's last sentence.
He put down his cell phone, sat on the edge of the bed, and had a sleepless night.
---
The last day of military training.
The stage for the performance has been set up on the playground.
In order to give the students enough time for rehearsal, the time of the performance was deliberately set after three o'clock in the afternoon.
Qiao Huaiyao sat in the backstage lounge, which was one of the few places with relatively few people.
It was inconvenient to carry the guitar around. Qiao Huaiyao didn't go out to draw lots, so the order of the show depended on what Qiu Shufeng and the others drew.
"Xue Shen!" Qiu Shufeng's voice came through the crack of the door before he arrived.
Excitedly, he pushed the door open, bypassed the people in the room, and walked up to Qiao Huaiyao, "Xue Shen, guess which show I caught?!"
Seeing the excitement on his face, Qiao Huaiyao didn't seem to be in a bad position.
But for a show that doesn't involve competition, it seems that the first few appearances can't be said to be good or bad.
So I can only randomly guess a position that is more important at any time.
Qiao Huaiyao said, "The finale?"
Qiu Shufeng was stunned, "No way, you can guess this?!"
Wang Zhan came in half a step too late, and was almost hit by the door. He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "You're so excited, if it were me, I guess I won the finale too."
Yu Xingfan closed the door and nodded, "I looked at the time on the next schedule, and we won't arrive until after six o'clock. It's still early, should we go have a meal first? Or use this time to come again?"
Qiu Shufeng stretched his waist, "Don't come, there must be a surprise in the finale of the program. You have heard in advance what else to do during this practice."
Wang Zhan took out his mobile phone, "Order takeaway, it's not convenient for Xueshen to hold a guitar. What do you want to eat? I invite you."
Many students who were in front of the show had already gone outside to wait.
The students who had other shows that were running later also ordered takeaway, but they haven't made any arrangements yet.
Their show is still early, so there is no need to worry.
Qiao Huaiyao said: "Don't bother, my brother..."
'Boom boom boom'
The knock on the door interrupted Qiao Huaiyao's words, and someone outside opened the door a little. The man smiled and asked, "Which one is Qiao Huaiyao's classmate?"
"I'm."
The man nodded, and stepped forward to hand over the things in his hand, "This is the takeaway that Mr. Bai ordered for you. Here is the list, with our store's contact information on it. If you have any questions in the future, you can contact us."
"Okay." Qiao Huaiyao put the takeaway on the table next door, without touching the guitar on the table in front of him.
When the takeaway was delivered, the man bowed slightly and turned to leave.
Qiao Huaiyao knocked on the takeaway and said, "You choose what you like first, and I can eat anything."
What Bai Jin said should be a set meal for several people, all packed in boxes of the same size, and then neatly stacked in thermal bags.
"Good guy, isn't this restaurant only for dine-in? He said takeaway would affect the taste, so he refused to take it out." Qiu Shufeng was amazed.
Among the many boxes, a post-it note was affixed to one of the boxes.
It says in detail that no green onions or parsley... no vinegar, less salt and less oil, and several lines of small print.
No need to ask.
Qiu Shufeng took it out and handed it to Qiao Huaiyao.
Qiao Huaiyao raised his eyebrows, got up and brought the boxed lunch to the small table.
The words on the note seemed to be printed, otherwise it would be difficult to accommodate so many requests on a piece of paper.
Qiao Huaiyao took the book at hand and put the note in the book.
Then he sent a message to Bai Jinyan, [The takeaway has arrived. (Cat Probe.jpg)]
Bai Jin said: [Yes. There is something wrong with the crew, what time will you be on stage?]
Qiao Huaiyao: [Don't worry, our finale will be after seven o'clock anyway.]
The duration of the program is not short, and with this kind of activity, there will be no teacher watching the time deliberately.
Basically, how the students prepare should be done according to the students' time.
The takeaway doesn't have much taste, it's mainly light. The vegetables are just right when they are fried, and they are still emerald green in the lunch box.
When Qiu Shufeng was unpacking the takeaway, he suddenly shouted: "Hey, Wang Zhan, stay away from Xueshen! Don't dirty Xueshen's clothes."
Wang Zhan didn't dare to go to Qiao Huaiyao's side with the takeaway in his hands, "Do I dare? It looks like a high-end suit. It seems that it can't be washed. If it gets dirty, I can't afford it if I sell it. Just take water, be careful."
Qiao Huaiyao's performance costume was prepared by Bai Jinyan for him, and he didn't know what brand it was.
"Don't be so careful." Qiao Huaiyao handed him the water, "It's just clothes."
Wang Zhan took the water and said with a smile, "Thank you God of Learning."
Qiu Shufeng pulled the chair beside him and sat down, "Speaking of which, Wang Zhan, are you really not going to be on stage?"
Wang Zhan took apart the chopsticks and waved his hands, "If you don't want to go, I'll videotape you below. Don't worry, I've prepared all the equipment. I'll take care of what my little uncle wants in advance. It's absolutely professional."
Wang Zhan said: "By the way, do you have any arrangements for the few days of vacation after the military training?"
"My little uncle's part-time job is in the local area. If you are interested, you can go and have a look."
Yu Xingfan shook his head, "I've found a part-time job."
Qiu Shufeng said: "The vacation is quite long, I have to go home."
Wang Zhan silently looked at Qiao Huaiyao who was not far away, "God of learning..."
Qiao Huaiyao's itinerary was all set in advance, "I've signed a variety show contract."
Wang Zhan sighed, "Unfortunately, my little uncle said that if I can find him some part-time jobs, he will give me this camera. It seems that I can only borrow it."
The camera could not be left behind, and Wang Zhan ate two more mouthfuls of rice with regret.
Qiao Huaiyao didn't take a few mouthfuls, so he covered the lunch box and took a strawberry smoothie to drink.
The last chat record with Bai Jinyan on the phone was a few minutes ago.
It ended with his brother saying that he was busy first.
After the show officially started, the front started to be chaotic.
Even the lounge at the back was filled with all kinds of noisy sounds.
The people in the lounge walked over and over again. There were not many people in the first place, but now it is getting more and more empty.
Some left after the show, and some went to sit in the audience to watch the show.
There is no special requirement for the guide, and it is completely voluntary whether you want to see the auditorium or not.
"Oh, I'm sleepy before we reach us." Qiu Shufeng yawned, rubbed his eyes and continued to read the lyrics.
I have memorized it a long time ago, and now I just read it several times to deepen my impression.
Qiao Huaiyao glanced outside, "What show is it?"
"Ninth." Yu Xingfan was a little tired from waiting, "The host just came down."
Qiao Huaiyao nodded, calculated the program list, felt that they were coming soon, took out the guitar and tried the sound.
Lately I've been holding my guitar in my arms a lot without having to retune it.
Qiao Huaiyao was a little distracted, and looked at the mobile phone on the table from time to time, but the mobile phone never turned on.
"Xue Shen?" Wang Zhan sensed that Qiao Huaiyao was in a bad mood, and he asked suspiciously, "Xue Shen, what's wrong with you?"
The corner of Qiao Huaiyao's mouth was slightly pursed, and he twitched casually, "It's nothing."
He collected himself and turned his attention back to the guitar, "Get ready to move the chair."
It's them after this show.
Qiu Shufeng stood up and said, "Okay! Come on, Wang Zhan will help you."
---
A curtain was also hung on the simple stage.
When covered by the curtain, Qiu Shufeng and Wang Zhan bent over and put the chairs up, and placed the singing mic and the guitar mic together.
This is all practiced below in advance.
Qiu Shufeng and Yu Xingfan each held a mic. After Qiao Huaiyao sat down in the chair, the curtain in front of them slowly opened.
A row of spotlights above the head were turned on, and the end of the light pointed directly at the three people in the center of the stage.
Qiao Huaiyao subconsciously looked at the auditorium, there were more people than he had imagined.
It was a little dark, and some places were not clear, but overall there were very few vacant seats.
The mobile phone left in the background did not know whether it had received Bai Jinyan's message.
I should still be busy.
Bai Jinyan said that the burden on his shoulders is heavy and many, and it is normal to not be able to spare time for a while.
Qiao Huaiyao thought casually, he let out a long sigh of relief, pressed his fingertips on the strings, and waited quietly for the pre-prepared audio prelude to pass.
Qiao Huaiyao was stunned by the inadvertent glance between his downcast eyes.
There was no light on at the bottom of the auditorium, and in that empty and deserted place, Bai Jinyan stood there quietly with one hand behind his back, silently watching the stage.
There are several warning lines in the middle, and Qiao Huaiyao's eyes are facing each other.
In an instant, the cheers and applause from the audience disappeared.
In his line of sight, he could only accommodate the person whose half figure was hidden in the night.
A little smile appeared on Qiao Huaiyao's originally expressionless face, just as the rhythm paused, he plucked the strings under his hands without hesitation.
The bright white spotlights set Qiao Huaiyao's position as the center.
Under the spotlight, he was wearing a straight white suit, and the outline of his waist could be seen even when he was sitting.
The exquisite face made people unable to take their eyes off, and the light blue diamond brooch on his chest shone dazzlingly under the light.
Qiao Huaiyao raised her thin lips slightly, and looked at Bai Jinyan with her beautiful eyes without blinking.
The clear eyes are full of the shadow of Bai Jinyan.
The slender and fair five fingers rest lightly on the strings, and the notes played by the guitar are perfectly integrated with the original song full of tenderness.
The sound quality is clear, and the melodious and melodious vibrato is like weeping.
The string tone changes to control the heartstrings.
Bai Jinyan listened to the music, looking at Qiao Huaiyao with gentle eyes.
On the huge playground, there is only room for each other in their eyes.
As the story told by the song goes deeper.
Qiao Huaiyao swept the strings with his fingers, and turned his wrist when sweeping up, pushing the whole to the climax.
At the same time, when they played the French lyrics, Qiao Huaiyao opened his mouth and sang along: "Je t'aime..."
He didn't have a microphone, so he couldn't put his voice down, and naturally no one would hear him.
But when he sang this line of lyrics, his gaze was always on Bai Jinyan.
Bai Jinyan in the audience did the same, his deep eyes did not move away from Qiao Huaiyao.
Like singing.
It was more like using the guise of singing to tell Bai Jinyan the original meaning of the lyrics.
When Qiao Huaiyao sang this line, his eyes met Bai Jinyan's from afar, and they refused to leave each other's eyes for a second. There was an illusion that Bai Jinyan had heard it.
Even... he doesn't have mic.
The song tells a story that dissolves into sighs after the climax.
Qiao Huaiyao ended with a quick strumming, and a light pick at the end, which turned into a long sustain.
The song is over.
Qiu Shufeng and Yu Xingfan stood beside Qiao Huaiyao without moving, but waited for Qiao Huaiyao to stand up before bowing to the audience with him.
When leaving the stage with the guitar in his arms, Qiao Huaiyao looked towards the place where Bai Jinyan was standing just now, but there was no one there.
---
Backstage, Qiao Huaiyao put the guitar into the piano case and put it away.
"The effect is good. If we really rank in the top three, we should win prizes for this show, haha." After they all walked backstage, they could still hear the applause in front of them, Qiu Shufeng was overjoyed.
"Xueshen's guitar is really amazing. I, a person who doesn't know how to appreciate it, think it sounds good. Alas, maybe a good person has no shortcomings."
He sat down and picked up the phone casually, and was stunned after just looking at it, the smile on the corner of his mouth hadn't had time to put it away.
"Why don't you say how long Xueshen has been practicing hard? These days, he is training and practicing the piano, and he is not idle." Yu Xingfan unscrewed the water bottle and asked, "Where is Wang Zhan? Why didn't you see him back after filming?" ?”
Qiu Shufeng didn't answer, but grabbed him and said loudly: "Yu Xingfan! I want to go to the toilet, so you go with me."
"Huh? Why did you ask me to go to the toilet?" Yu Xingfan looked blank, drank half of the water in his hand, and was almost spilled by such a tug.
"Wait... Hey!" He tried to struggle, but it was useless, so he was directly taken out by Qiu Shufeng, so as to save his only half bottle of water before the water overturned.
The lounge that had just been bustling was suddenly quiet.
At this moment, only Qiao Huaiyao was left in the room.
Qiao Huaiyao didn't even have time to call them back.
Seeing this, he couldn't just leave the piano case in the lounge.
Just when he was thinking of going out to find his brother with the piano case, he saw Bai Jinyan walking in from the outside.
Qiao Huaiyao's eyes lit up immediately, "Brother!"
"Yeah." Bai Jinyan put one hand behind his back, stepped forward and said, "You play very well. Every time you play, you are refreshing the upper limit of 'very'."
Qiao Huaiyao greeted him with a smile, and said modestly, "It's all taught by my brother."
He didn't ask Bai Jinyan what he was doing when he didn't reply to his message before.
Anyway, Bai Jinyan did not miss his performance.
His brother is so busy, it's good to be here.
Qiao Huaiyao said: "Brother, are you tired? Sit down and have a rest first."
Bai Jinyan raised his hand and rubbed his head, without saying a word, but directly stretched out his left hand, which was always behind his back.
Surrounded by a light blue package, a bouquet of bright red roses exudes a burst of floral fragrance.
Qiao Huaiyao suddenly opened his eyes wide, and raised his voice, "Brother..."
"I searched all the flower shops in the urban area in advance, but I didn't feel very good." After a pause, Bai Jinyan didn't say much, and handed him the flowers directly, just said: "I bought the flowers, and I don't know what to do." Cutting the packaging, making it a bit late."
Qiao Huaiyao's breath was stagnant, holding this bouquet of roses, his breath was filled with the fragrance of roses.
Each of the delicate and charming roses is carefully selected, fully bloomed, and the best blooming branches.
Bai Jinyan described the origin of this bouquet of roses in a few sentences, but did not elaborate on the efforts that were wasted in it.
His brother is very busy, Qiao Huaiyao has always known this.
For this bouquet of roses, Bai Jinyan said that he could choose a bouquet at the flower shop, and even if he was not satisfied, he could ask his assistant to find it.
But he didn't.
Even on such a small matter as a bouquet of roses, Bai Jinyan was more serious than anyone else.
Qiao Huaiyao pursed his lips slightly, he stepped forward and put his arms around Bai Jinyan's neck, and buried his head in front of him.
It was supposed to be the time to say something, but Qiao Huaiyao's throat was tight and he couldn't speak, so he simply hugged him and said nothing.
The aroma of roses intertwined and collided with the elegant cold fragrance of Bai Jinyan, like a finely woven net, enclosing you in it.
Bai Jinyan patted him on the back, "I just recorded your stage and played it back for you."
Qiao Huaiyao nodded, but when she looked up, she saw that the bouquet of roses in her hand had been broken and was hanging on the top net gauze, precariously.
Maybe he accidentally knocked it off just now.
Qiao Huaiyao tried to put the flower back, but the lower branch was broken and it couldn't be put back at all.
The bouquet of roses is so tightly tied that it looks like there would be no vacancy without this one.
Seeing this, Bai Jinyan brought the flower over, "The performance is over, let's go back first."
"it is good."
Qiao Huaiyao put away the phone and turned to get the piano case.
Seeing Bai Jinyan put the fallen rose in his jacket pocket in front of him.
He belatedly discovered that the black suit Bai Jinyan was wearing today seemed to be of the same brand as the couture he was wearing.
same designer.
The same set of designs.
The rose in his front pocket was the one in his hand not long ago.
Two suits of the same style seem to be inextricably linked.