Lu Yan roughly calculated in his mind, jumping off the stage and running out from the entrance and exit, the whole journey would only take less than 20 seconds, but he found that he didn't want to escape at all.
Can't escape.
Lu Yan stood in the center of the stage with the lights off. The only light in the whole venue was the moonlight coming in from the window on the second floor and the cigarette in the man's hand in front of him.
Lu Yan's voice pierced through the foggy darkness and through the venue where there were only the two of them.
He continued: "I am handsome."
"I can write songs again."
"Great talent, a leader in the downtown underground rock scene."
"This dog-tempered uncle surnamed Xiao Mingheng in the audience," Lu Yan said, he only felt that his breath and even the breath he exhaled began to feel hot, "I think you are not bad, why don't you be my boyfriend?"
"..."
Oh shit.
What is he talking about? !
Or run away.
Lu Yan grabbed the cuffs with his fingers, nothing else in his mind except confusion, nervousness, and shyness that didn't fit his rock temperament at all. His current appearance seems to be different from the Lu Yan who stood on the stage so coquettishly that he didn't see it two hours ago.
He admits that he has never been a tweaker.
Like it, don't like it, it's very clear.
Although he hasn't met anyone he likes in so many years, he always thinks: if you like it, you can do it.
For more than twenty years, he has lived more recklessly than others, doing whatever he wants, no matter what anyone says, and never caring what anyone thinks. When I was in high school, I worked against the dean for three full years. My long hair was never cut, and my ears got more and more pierced.
Go up if you like it.
What a simple sentence.
But now Lu Yan found that the process of "going up" was much more complicated than he imagined - he felt that he was so fucking brave now, but at the same time he was cowardly underground.
Lu Yan couldn't see Xiao Heng's expression clearly.
But he watched Xiao Heng lower his head and take a puff, then held the cigarette between his fingers again, and walked towards him step by step.
After Xiao Heng finished smoking, he realized that the cigarette butt was useless. I can't suppress any emotions.
Xiao Heng looked at the people on the stage, and suddenly seemed to have returned to the concert scene surrounded by screams and hustle and bustle, and returned to the moment when Lu Yan sang "Tear the clouds and fog/You are the light".
Maybe he wanted to walk forward like this at that time, and imagined crossing the sea of people to get off the stage like this.
When Xiao Heng got closer, he could clearly see Lu Yan's appearance on the stage at the moment.
The man in front of him was wearing his coat, the zipper was only half-unzipped. Wearing clothes is restless, the black semi-transparent shirt inside is a little bit exposed, and the cross necklace is stuck to the chest.
Lu Yan's eyes were already a little aggressive, but after putting on eyeliner, the ends of the eyes were slightly raised. When he stood on the stage during the performance just now, he looked like a cult leader who came from nowhere.
In the field of 300 people, Lu Yan was still standing on the stage, and he was the only one left after stepping down.
It's like a place dedicated to the two of them.
"Who are you talking to?" Xiao Heng seemed to smile, looking at him and saying.
Lu Yan never thought that Xiao Heng's first sentence would be this.
Before he could react, Xiao Heng changed the subject again, his voice was low and hoarse due to staying up late and smoking heavily during this time.
"I've met a lot of people."
Countless people have said something like 'I like you' to him.
"Because I'm the young master of the Xiao family, and because of my looks—tsk, your father and I are pretty good-looking, and some people think that I'm a rich but unmotivated waste, and I'm pretty cool."
"I was busy in the computer room in high school and used the computer as an object. After that, I began to feel boring even living in this world, let alone playing emotional games."
When Xiao Heng said this, he stopped and did not continue.
But you are different.
The cigarette in Xiao Heng's hand was almost burning to his fingertips.
Do you want
There are too many reasons to refuse.
He himself doesn't know when it started, is it recently? On the roof? Still in a bar? Probably earlier.
From that rainy night when he couldn't find his way, when he was drenched and embarrassed - an umbrella appeared above his head, he raised his eyes and bumped into Lu Yan's eyes.
Xiao Heng stood under the stage, less than a finger's width away from the stage, he still didn't answer the question Lu Yan just asked, he just said: "Come here."
The stage was much higher than the audience. Lu Yan couldn't stand upright, so he simply squatted on the edge of the stage. After giving up and running away, he kept thinking about the feasibility of squatting and burying his face in his knees to pretend to be an ostrich.
Lu Yan didn't know what he was going to do, so he moved a little to the edge of the stage.
Then he heard Xiao Heng ask again: "Do you want to smoke?"
This question is too abrupt.
smokes
What are you smoking.
What kind of answer is that
Fuck, what do you mean
…
It's not impossible to smoke one...
Lu Yan's thoughts were confused, and when he heard this, he went to look at his hand, and found that the part in Xiao Heng's hand was almost burned to the bottom: "Is there still smoke?"
Xiao Heng said, "Yes."
After Xiao Heng finished speaking, he lowered his head and took a last puff of cigarette.
The man's hand has obvious knots, he habitually lowers his head when he smokes, and his Adam's apple moves inaudibly. No matter whether Xiao Heng speaks or not, he has a kind of incomparable looseness on his body, and he only shows a little enthusiasm when he smokes.
Then Xiao Heng raised his head again, motioning him to get closer.
Lu Yan didn't have time to continue thinking—Xiao Heng slightly bent down, holding a cigarette in one hand, and resting his other hand on the back of his head, leading him to his side.
In front of him was an enlarged version of the man's face.
next second—
His lips were warm, and Xiao Heng passed the smoke from his mouth like this.
Xiao Heng's kiss was the same as his own, seemingly unintentional, but in fact extremely tough, Lu Yan subconsciously opened his mouth after being lightly bitten by his teeth. Immediately afterwards, the smoke spread from the lips and teeth, with a faint tobacco smell and a little bit bitter.
There was a "boom" in Lu Yan's mind, and he lost all thoughts.
Until Xiao Heng let go of the hand that was pressing on the back of his head.
Xiao Heng is not good at talking about what is there and what is not. He didn't say any answer that Lu Yan expected or did not expect. He didn't even say anything, but said countless words with practical actions: "yes".
Lu Yan blinked, blushing almost to explode, raised his head and said, "Are you serious?"
Xiao Heng: "Why don't I just kiss you and play?"
Lu Yan is prone to talk nonsense when he is nervous, shy, or in an environment that cannot be digested temporarily. He squatted down and pondered, "Have you already fallen under my charm?"
"..."
Lu Yan traced back to the meeting between the two: "In the corridor, when I beat you so bravely?"
"Who beats who," Xiao Heng said, "Do you still remember what hairstyle you had at that time?"
Xiao Heng paused, and said three familiar words: "Kill Matt."
Lu Yan was also deeply impressed by his black history. His colorful broom head is definitely low in appearance, and he has never been overturned so thoroughly: "...fuck."
Lu Yan tried to restore his dignity: "It's not like that."
This time Xiao Heng didn't yell at him as usual, and even let out a "huh".
Compared with when they came, the empty place seemed much brighter, maybe because the street lights outside were also on, and there was light coming in from all around.
"Go home," Xiao Heng finally said, reaching out to him, "Boyfriend."