we are not familiar [entertainment circle]

"...It's alright, alright," Wei Yuan said into the microphone, interrupting everyone, "That's all for today, let's break up."

The band members breathed a sigh of relief, put down their instruments and left one after another.

Qiao Chuyang slipped a note on the guitar in his hand, and asked, "Why? It's still early."

Wei Yuan sat on the chair beside him, brushed off the soot on the old cotton robe, and said helplessly: "My brother, you are a god, but my people still have to eat and drink. "

He pointed to the clock on the wall, "It hasn't stopped for five hours, so you can let them rest."

Qiao Chuyang stopped talking, and looked a little downcast as he put down the guitar.

Wei Yuan went out and talked for a while with the drummer of the band who left last, and when he came back, he saw Qiao Chuyang sitting there as before, staring at a void in the sky in a daze, for some reason he felt that this person was very lonely.

Immediately afterwards, he felt that he was thinking too much, and went to pat Qiao Chuyang on the shoulder, "Shall I call the assistant for you? Or drive you back directly?"

Qiao Chuyang shook his head, "Leave me here alone for a while, and I'll lock the door for you."

Wei Yuan saw that he was really in a bad mood, and of course the reason was well known, "Okay, I'll go first."

In the past two days, the article titled "These Eleven Days of My Silence" has continued to dominate the headlines. The article uses Qiao Chuyang's No.1 title to describe the time from when he learned that Ren Yue was injured to when he fell into the barren well. Life was hanging by a thread, and it was the whole process of being attacked by unknown persons in the hospital.

When his life was really dying, there were still countless keyboard warriors speculating about his behavior maliciously, imposing groundless speculations and delusions on him, and he knew that many people still didn't believe what he said, but he still wanted to tell the truth. Speak up and clear yourself up.The words are sincere, from the basic grammar to the logic of the content, there is nothing wrong with it. It is worthy of being produced by the famous Hongying Public Relations Department.

However, Qiao Chuyang himself only read one line, closed the article written by "Qiao Chuyang", and then quickly deleted Weibo and any mobile phone software that might have received news. He lives like a person in the 80s, and the latest mobile phone in his hand is no different from a big brother, and its main purpose is to answer calls.

Today was more thorough. He heard that the new band in Wei Yuan's studio needed to practice, so he volunteered to come and practice with him. The practice lasted for five hours. During the rehearsal break, he realized that he had left his mobile phone at home.

He stayed alone in the rehearsal room and played the guitar for a while, and the melody flowing out of his hands became more and more familiar. It was the song "Song of the Deer" composed by himself.Playing it with a folk guitar has a minor flavor. Qiao Chuyang sat in front of the electronic synthesizer and tried to make it make the horn sound that the children on the island used to call deer. However, after trying for a long time, I always felt that Neither is right.

After staying for an unknown amount of time, the door of the practice room was pushed open again. He thought it was Wei Yuan who had gone and returned, so he didn't raise his head and asked, "Why are you back again?"

However, the person who came did not answer. He looked up and found that it was Wei Feng who came in. He asked in a little surprise, "Why are you here? Didn't you say that there is a meeting tonight?"

Wei Feng smiled, the air conditioner in the room was fully turned on, so he took off his long coat and hung it on the hanger on the side naturally, saying: "It went smoothly unexpectedly, and there is no need to work overtime."

"Wei Yuan told you I'm here?" Qiao Chuyang lowered his head again, and switched the synthesizer back to the normal piano sound.

"Well," Wei Feng agreed, and opened the bag in his hand, "It's time for you to eat."

The aroma of fried items wafted in the air, and Qiao Chuyang's hunger was hooked.

"Kaifeng cuisine?" He said he wanted to eat this in the middle of the night yesterday, but Wei Feng refused because it was too late and the takeaway could not be delivered into the Beijing-Hong Kong area.

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat yesterday?" Wei Feng opened the package, "I don't want to eat now?"

"Yes, but I still want to eat Mala Tang, barbecue, and a lot of junk food." The floor of the rehearsal room was very clean, and seeing that there was no place suitable for eating, Qiao Chuyang simply sat cross-legged on the ground and started eating on a stool his supper.

Only then did he feel tired, and his fingertips were a little swollen from pressing the strings. He sighed while biting the hamburger.

Wei Feng picked up the scores thrown around him one by one. Qiao Chuyang's was particularly easy to recognize. His was the one with the most graffiti on it. "Why are you still sighing?"

"Shoulder hurts." Qiao Chuyang didn't notice that his words had a coquettish tone, which was really rare.

The coquettish target, Wei Feng, clipped the papers on the music stand, sat next to him and began to pinch his shoulders, "Is it comfortable, my lord?"

"Comfortable and comfortable," Qiao Chuyang took a big sip of Coke, and immediately hiccupped, "I will reward you later."

Wei Feng smiled, "What do you reward me for?"

"Let me think about it." Qiao Chuyang said vaguely while eating.

He said he wanted to eat this and that, but Qiao Chuyang actually had a small appetite, and soon lost interest in the Kaifeng dishes in front of him. He wiped his hands with a paper towel, got up from the ground, and said, "If Wei Yuan knew that I Eating food in his baby rehearsal room would make me want to kill."

"Really? But you didn't think about it until you finished eating?" Wei Feng packed up the garbage and put it by the door, and then carefully wiped off all the small oil stains on the stool.

Qiao Chuyang sat behind the electronic piano and watched him restore everything to its original state. The floor he sat on just now felt brighter than the one next to it.

The two have been together for a long time, and they have become familiar with each other's habits. Qiao Chuyang remembered that although Wei Feng tolerated him at the beginning, there were so many small cleanliness habits in daily life that it was scary. He once lived cautiously.

Now he thought that Wei Feng's cleanliness problem had been almost cured by him, but he didn't expect that it would be shocking enough when he was strict.

He then asked, "Did your cleanliness start when you were a child?"

"Hmm..." Wei Feng paused as he put the stool back to its original position, "No, it started in high school."

"High school? Why? Is there any opportunity?" This is the first time the two of them have talked about this topic.

"Opportunity..." Wei Feng smiled, looking a little hesitant, "Do you want to hear it?"

Qiao Chuyang nodded honestly.

"Let's talk about it then," Wei Feng sat beside him, "but it's actually not a big deal."

Although Wei Feng acted since childhood and became popular very early, he was not much different from ordinary high school boys when he was in school.At most, he was absent from class more often, and there were more girls who confessed to him openly and secretly than the average person, and there were a few classmates who liked him, and he knew it.

But he was very aware of his sexual orientation, and because of his occupation, he kept a certain distance from the female students in his class.At that time, there was a girl sitting at the table behind him, with a very ordinary face, relatively taciturn, after studying for two years, Wei Feng did not speak to her more than ten sentences in total.

When he was in the third year of high school, because he had to prepare for the college entrance examination, he spent more time in school, and the things in the desk bucket gradually increased.One day after evening self-study, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something, so he turned back to the classroom in a rare way.

Then he saw the girl at the back table standing alone in front of the water dispenser in the classroom, drinking from the cup he had kept on the table, and she was moving skillfully, as if using her own things, with a smile on her face. An inexplicable smile made his skin crawl.

It's just that Wei Feng didn't rush in to expose her. He checked again the next day, and the girl was still doing this weird behavior in the classroom where she was alone after evening self-study.

Wei Feng didn't know how long she had been doing this, but he felt disgusted when he thought about it.He threw that cup into the trash can in front of the girl, and never put the drinking cup in the classroom again. He began to hate others touching his things more and more until he developed a deep cleanliness.

After hearing this, Qiao Chuyang said decisively: "This is obviously an idiot's behavior! She must like you!"

"I don't know, anyway, I just want her to stay away from me." Wei Feng took Qiao Chuyang's guitar and plucked the strings a few times.

"Little poor man, come here and let me kiss you," Qiao Chuyang kissed Wei Feng's side cheek, "By the way, I just agreed to reward you, I've made up my mind."

"Huh?" Wei Feng recalled what he said casually when he pinched his shoulders just now, but Qiao Chuyang didn't expect Qiao Chuyang to remember this, "What do you want to reward me for?"

Qiao Chuyang sat back behind the electronic piano, "A cheerful "Dancing Doll and Bear" is dedicated to Mr. Wei Feng."

Wei Feng smiled. The melody of this nursery rhyme was simple, but it still caused the novice Qiao Chuyang to stumble over it. Finally, it was over. Qiao Chuyang applauded himself and shouted "br□□o".

Qiao Chuyang's low mood before and Wei Feng's unpleasant topics in high school all went to nowhere, and the two laughed happily in the rehearsal room.

Qiao Chuyang stood up and walked over to Wei Feng's side, and sat with him on the small sofa, then turned his head and buried his face in his chest, the breath of air sweeping his collarbone, he heard Qiao Chuyang He sighed softly.

Wei Feng rubbed the hair on the back of his head.

Wei Feng actually knew in his heart that since Qiao Chuyang saw Hongying post articles on his account at home that day, and then borrowed various big Vs to promote anti-internet violence, his emotions could not be more obvious.

"Tired?"

"Yes." Qiao Chuyang agreed softly.

He has fundamentally hated the traffic hype that uses public opinion. Whether it is to discredit him at the beginning or to clarify for him now, it all makes him feel suffocated.A powerless suffocation.

"However," he suddenly raised his head again, looked at Wei Feng and said, "It will be all right after this new year."

"Ok?"

"I've made up my mind. After the new year, I will concentrate on making music. I want to terminate the contract with Hongying." Qiao Chuyang's eyes brightened, "Will you support me?"

The author has something to say: Yes, yes, thank you for the nutrient solution that Jingjing cutie sent~