Lu Yan said to borrow thirty seconds, but the actual call time may not even be thirty seconds.
Xiao Heng didn't ask much, didn't ask why your closed recording is still running around, didn't ask what happened, he turned off the computer, got up and said: "The location."
Lu Yan: "The back door of the building."
It's not that Xiao Heng has never been to that building: "... there is a door behind your building?"
Of course there is no door.
Lu Yan said: "There is a wall." But I can turn it over.
The recording base has a total of six floors, and their program group covers the lower two floors. Because of the special nature of the recording, and occasional fans would come to block people, the secrecy measures were quite well done, and several walls surrounded the entire building airtightly.
Xiao Heng asked him to wait for half an hour before coming out on the phone. Lu Yan waited for more than ten minutes, but couldn't wait any longer.
He got up and went downstairs.
He hadn't done such an impulsive thing for many years.
When I was in high school, I used to go over the wall all day, to the video store, to the bar, to practice the piano on the top of the abandoned high-rise... Thinking of this, Lu Yan leaned on the window sill with one hand, bent over, and climbed out from the window on the first floor.
Next to it is a surveillance camera.
Lu Yan was still wearing the same suit. He avoided the monitoring, and when it was unavoidable, he smashed the monitoring camera with a stone.
The camera only had time to capture the silhouette of a hand.
Accompanied by "pop".
The screen instantly turns black.
Midsummer has passed, and the weather is far less hot than when he entered the recording base. When Lu Yan stepped on an abandoned table and chair and turned to the wall, there was a wind blowing from outside the wall.
Xiao Heng got off the car and stood on the other side of the road to see such a scene from a distance—Lu Yan sat on a high wall with his feet hanging in the air, almost blending into the night, and the strong and noisy wind hit him. Lifting one side of his clothes, he looked like a bird about to fly.
Seeing him, Lu Yan withdrew his eyes from focusing on the street lamp opposite.
I haven't seen him for more than a month, Xiao Heng's hair has grown a bit.
It's no longer the short cropped hair that felt thorny to the touch before, with a few strands of hair falling on the forehead, and it's one step closer to the "rich young master" in Lu Yan's original image.
Or it can be said that he has never changed, whether he looks down or standing up again, Xiao Heng always has an invisible but similar aura.
The street is no more than a few steps wide.
However, Lu Yan recalled many Xiao Heng during the few steps Xiao Heng walked towards him.
Him on that rainy night.
Open the curtain of the black Internet cafe to see the sloppy face.
Praise him, tell him that no matter what happens, he has the look on his face.
…
As soon as I saw this person, all the chaotic thoughts in my mind disappeared. Ge Yunping's sentence "I never thought about running a band" and Nan Hesan's mixed voice of "I plan to sign, Lu Yan, people have to make plans for themselves" gradually faded away.
When the irritability, impatience, and anger dissipate.
What was left was actually a kind of grievance that Lu Yan couldn't even believe.
This emotion is too strange, he grew up from a small field, even if he was beaten all over his body after going to Jizhou, he just sat on the stone steps of the street for a while, as if he didn't know the pain.
After the hand injury, he just went back to the school dormitory without saying a word, took out the envelope under the pillow, dragged his luggage and got on the train bound for Xiamen City.
Lu Yan sniffed quietly: "Didn't it say half an hour." He had only been sitting here for less than five minutes.
"Ask a colleague to borrow a car." Xiao Heng shook the car key in his hand.
Lu Yan has long legs, hanging down from the ground only half a wall away.
The wind blew up one side of his clothes, and his waist was hidden in the night, only a vague half outline could be seen.
Xiao Heng opened his hand and said, "Come down?"
Lu Yan put his hand on the rough wall: "Can you handle it? Are you busy with projects all day this month... How many abdominal muscles are left?"
Lu Yan had mentioned about Xiao Heng's abdominal muscles before.
Xiao Heng sneered: "Come down and touch it yourself."
Lu Yan sat on that wall, didn't reply to this sentence, just looked down at him, and suddenly called: "Brother Heng."
Xiao Heng hummed.
The next second, Lu Yan let go of his hand and jumped down. At this moment, it seemed that a pair of invisible wings grew out of his back, as if he decided to come out of this place recklessly and desperately.
Xiao Heng embraced the man in his arms.
They both smelled each other's coveted, familiar scents.
Lu Yan's breath smelled of the clean laundry detergent on Xiao Heng's clothes, with the smell of the day's sun, warming the tip of his nose, and mixed with the faint scent of tobacco.
Lu Yan sniffed Xiao Heng's neck for a long time like a puppy.
"Brother Heng, I want to smoke."
Lu Yan's Adam's apple couldn't help but move, and added: "It's not the kind of cigarette in my hand."
The word smoke is a tacit secret between the two.
Being hooked by him, Xiao Heng almost wanted to kill him right here, and asked in his ear, "Have you brought your ID card?"
Lu Yan was still buried on him, and his voice sounded a little muffled: "Bring it."
Lu Yan got into the car, and Xiao Heng drove all the way to a nearby hotel.
Make a reservation and go upstairs.
As soon as the room card was touched, Lu Yan was pressed against the entrance at the moment the door opened. With the sound of the door closing, Xiao Heng's kiss fell impatiently.
Having not seen each other for so long, Xiao Heng couldn't control it at all. He stretched out his hand and unbuttoned Lu Yan's shirt. to cool lips.
Lu Yan's lips hurt from being bitten.
But the other party's breath was too strong, Lu Yan only wished for more pain... a little more pain, he let out a small voice from between his lips and teeth, grabbed Xiao Heng's clothes with his hands, acquiescing that he did whatever he wanted.
The wall behind Lu Yan was not flat, and his back was pressed against the hanger, which was not very comfortable for a long time.
He let go of his hand, and before Xiao Heng made the next move, he put his hand on Xiao Heng's chest: "Wait... wait a minute."
Only then did Xiao Heng let go of him, and asked hoarsely, "What's wrong."
Lu Yan: "It's a bit embarrassing."
Xiao Heng: "I didn't ask you this."
"Why did you run out?"
Lu Yan was silent for a while, and said: "They don't want to run a band at all, they came to me with a contract today, and want to sign alone."
Xiao Heng didn't speak any more. While Lu Yan moved slightly to the side, he grabbed his hand, lowered his head, and kissed his knuckles one by one, almost reverently.
What he grabbed happened to be Lu Yan's left hand.
The black star was right in front of his eyes.
Xiao Heng's kiss was so hot that it was hot.
Lu Yan couldn't help shrinking his fingers, but Xiao Heng didn't intend to stop, and finally landed on the tattoo on his wrist.
The shattered hair on Xiao Heng's forehead hung down, covering all his expressions at the moment, only the blazing temperature when he kissed the patch of stars was particularly clear.
…
Afterwards, Lu Yan was too tired to speak, so he forced himself to go to the bathroom to take a shower.
With his collar open, Xiao Heng leaned against the door of the bathroom, smoking a cigarette and watching him.
After taking a shower, Lu Yan became more awake. He put on the suit he had when he came here, but the hairstyle the stylist gave him couldn't go back, and his half-long hair was casually scattered behind his head.
After finishing everything, he walked barefoot in front of Xiao Heng, raised his hand to hook Xiao Heng's hand, took the cigarette between his fingers to his side, and closed his eyes to take a puff.
Xiao Heng looked at him and asked, "Have you thought about it?"
Xiao Heng vaguely noticed that Lu Yan sneaked out to look for him tonight, not without a reason, he seemed to want to use him and something to strengthen his decision. Could it be that he didn't understand what Ge Yunping and Nan Hesan said? If you miss this opportunity, when is the next time? Lu Yan, who has been underground for so many years, knows this question better than anyone else.
At this stage of the game, they are already very close to the apex.
No, it's too close.
The feeling on the ground, countless pairs of hands raised high in the shape of a "V", the warm, strong light from the sun, Lu Yanzhen has experienced it clearly, and he admits that he is really longing for it.
Those who want to rush out, who can resist these
Lu Yan slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth: "Think about it."
When Lu Yan climbed over the wall again and returned to the recording base, it was still dark.
No one was held accountable for the damage to the camera. The guard in the monitoring room probably fell asleep accidentally at night, and everything was just as usual. Except for Li Zhen, they only heard what Lu Yan asked him to bring from Gao Xiang. They didn't know when he would come back, and they were so worried that they didn't sleep well all night.
"You're crazy," Lu Yangang pushed open the door and walked in. Li Zhen threw a pillow backhand, "I'm afraid you'll be caught by the program crew. Look at the rules. If you go out without authorization, you will be disqualified—"
"You still have something to go out, I asked Gao Xiang, and Gao Xiang replied me with four words saying that you have something to go out... Can you make the number of words in your excuses simpler? You should explain clearly what's going on, and where have you been fooling around?"
After Li Zhen finished speaking, his eyes touched Lu Yan's unbuttoned collar. The lead singer of his family who hadn't returned home overnight had a few shocking red patches on his neck and under his collarbone.
Li Zhen originally said it casually, but now he was really shocked: "I'm fucking Lu Yan, are you really fooling around?!"
"You, you, you," Li Zhen's verbal organization failed, and you said after a long time, "You are so courageous! How did you get out? Isn't there surveillance outside? How did you hide from the prison—"
"Smashed."
"Smashed?"
Lu Yan: "Don't smash it, are you still waiting for it to record Lao Tzu's crimes?"
Li Zhen was still a little sleepy at first, but now he is completely awake. He vaguely sensed something was wrong: "I said, Lao Lu, you are not usually such an impulsive person."
But he really can't think of anything else: "You like that Xiao so much? You can't stand it until you're separated for a few days? Lao Lu, let me tell you that my current thinking is very dangerous. Love is important, but career is also important." Can't fall..."
Lu Yan didn't answer him, he raised his foot to wake Xu Ye up, and when he passed by Xu Ye, he threw the pillow that Li Zhen threw over just now on the head of the cannon: "Wake up, I have something to tell you."
Cannon's head was full of hair, and he sat up with a hot temper: "Fuck! Who hit me! Let no one sleep!"
Lu Yan: "Your elder brother, I smashed it, what's the matter?"
Cannon silenced.
Xu Ye sat up, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "...what's the matter?"
Although Lu Yan's voice was soft, it was extremely determined and never looked back.
next sentence.
"I'm going to retire," he said.