Master lend me two dollars

"A fugitive?" Xiang Tu didn't understand.

Bo Hongxi held up the phone and looked at You Ying on the sofa: "Would you like to say something to Brother Xiang?"

"No no no no……"

Xiang Tu immediately recognized You Ying's voice, frowned and said, "You Ying?"

You Ying waved his hand towards Bai Hongxi, and then shouted a few words: "Brother Xiang, happy new year, everything goes well and happiness is like the East China Sea."

What the hell is this?

It's a little early to worship New Year's Day, and it's as blessed as the East China Sea. Why don't you live longer than Nanshan? I don't even know how to write it.

Bo Hongxi turned around and took a few steps back, held the phone up to his ear and roughly told Xiang Tu about the matter.

Xiang Tu was silent for a while: "Whatever he likes, just don't let me see it."

"Okay," Bo Hongxi hung up the phone and turned to look at You Ying on the sofa.

This expression on You Ying's face, if you take a picture and write down who I am and where I am, you can immediately pull it out as a middle-aged and elderly emoticon pack.

But just relying on the script of "Intentional Lasso" and the songs in the album, Youying's working ability is really impossible to ignore.

"Did Liang Ze tell you?" Bo Hongxi sat down on the sofa again and looked at You Ying.

You Ying nodded: "Annual grand ceremony."

"I only compose music," Bo Hongxi pointed to himself and then to You Ying, "you write lyrics."

"Two days," You Ying pointed two fingers at Bo Hongxi, "I'll finish writing in two days."

Bai Hongxi took out a cigarette from the table and lit it: "Okay, you can go out now, the door is there."

...

When Bo Hongxi got the words, he still couldn't help sighing in his heart.

In terms of work, You Ying is indeed very good, don't look a bit stupid.

With the lyrics, Bo Hongxi made the music very quickly, but it only took two days. He stayed in the recording studio for the past two days and almost never went out. Bo Hongxi yawned and looked at the watch on the wall. , it's 11:30, and it's Christmas in half an hour.

Bai Hongxi took a sip of the espresso that was placed next to him and rubbed his eyes. He felt that he was a little short-sighted, and the words on the building outside were a little blurry.

The cell phone at hand rang.

Bai Hongxi clicked to open a short video sent by Xiangtu.

"Be careful with you, Brother Bo." Xiang Tu held up his phone and pointed it at Xiang Zhizhou.

The child stretched out his little hand to show him his heart, and then turned the camera to face him. He conjured an apple out of nowhere, took a bite in his mouth, and chewed it twice: "Peace!" Happy night."

Bai Hongxi's hand holding the phone shook. Although the video Xiangtu fully demonstrated his insincere blessing, Bai Hongxi still felt that his hand was a little unsteady.

The heart is also a little unstable.

For Xiangtu, sometimes a word or an action can really touch people's hearts.

Maybe he is too sensitive, anyway, no one told him so, after 25 years of Christmas Eve, except for the girls who frantically stuffed apples into his drawer when he was in school, this is the first time, someone sincerely remember him.

When Bai Hongxi was a part-time tutor in college, the manager laughed and teased him when he applied for the job: "I can tell from your words that you grew up in a very happy family. Soaked in a honey pot, you can see it at a glance."

After listening, Bo Hongxi didn't answer him, just smiled at him, thinking, then the windows of your soul should be wiped, there are too many mud spots blocking your sight.

But after thinking about it, in fact, it shouldn't be the manager who should clean the windows, it should be that he hides it too well.

Chai Songyang and Zhuang Xian knew about those things at home when they were in school. Bo Hongxi is not very good at showing his vulnerable side to others. This kind of sentimental behavior does not fit his personality. A goldfish exposed on the beach hurts everywhere.

I thought about it.

Fuck!

He even cried in front of Xiang Tu.

Although the tears were all on the bed sheet at that time.

It is usually difficult for him to control himself when he encounters Bai Qing, just like a delicate flower that is blown by the rain and slanted, tears flow endlessly.

Maybe it's a hangover from childhood.

"Buzzing" the phone vibrated in his hand, Bo Hongxi saw that it was a video request sent by Xiangtu, he clicked on it and put the phone on the quilt beside him.

"You... where are you?" Xiangtu leaned closer to the phone to look at it.

"Recording studio." Bo Hongxi took a sip of coffee, looked at Xiang Tu on the screen, leaned against the bed, lit a cigarette and took a puff.

"It's so late, are you still busy?" Xiang Tu clearly saw two dark circles under Bai Hongxi's eyes.

"No, just adjust something," Bo Hongxi shook the manuscript in front of the camera.

"I thought what were you doing, you didn't see my Christmas Eve greetings." Xiang Tu said with a smile.

"I see," Bo Hongxi pointed at him, "You are a dishonest bastard, you have to order other children more than your heart."

Xiang Tu smiled and took the phone away, and put his index finger and thumb together, "Happy Christmas Eve."

Bai Hongxi quickly took a screenshot of the phone and then smiled at the camera: "What do you use to support the phone?"

Xiang Tu turned the camera over and shook a pair of feet: "It's between them, it's amazing."

"You're awesome." Bo Hongxi gave Xiangtu a thumbs up.

"Thank you," Xiang Tu shrank back the quilt, "Boyfriend, my blessing."

"No," Bo Hongxi snorted, "Who do you see asking for blessings?"

"Fuck..." Xiang Tu simply expressed his feelings.

Bai Hongxi laughed for a long time, cleared his throat and said, "I'll sing for you."

Bai Hongxi picked up the phone and sat on the chair, turned around, and Xiang Tu saw a black piano on the screen, and then Bai Hongxi put the phone on the side shelf.

Bo Hongxi felt that it would be great if Xiangtu could play the piano. Xiangtu's hands are beautiful, and holding the steering wheel is too wasteful.

"Live live for you alone, applaud." Bo Hongxi smiled and said to Tu.

Xiang Tu put down his phone and tapped it three times before raising it again: "Is this the song you want to sing tomorrow?"

"No." Bo Hongxi shook his head.

That doesn't quite fit the current atmosphere.

After lifting the piano cover, Bo Hongxi put his hands lightly on the keys, then turned his head and smiled at Tu.

A crisp note echoed in an empty room.

"You are my big dream after ten miles of spring breeze,

love letter to you,

Here's your ticket,

You are my pretentious delusions when I am unscrupulous,

waiting for you,

Anxiety for you,

You are the melody I can't sing,

You are my shadow near at hand,

You are the secret I can't forget,

You are a virtual reality that I can't catch,

You are my half-drunk half-awake ethereal,

You are my deepest secret..."

Bo Hongxi's voice always makes you tremble with the surrounding air, and your whole body is electrified.

Xiang Tu looked at Bo Hongxi who was sitting on the chair with his fingers dancing lightly, and Bo Hongxi with his eyes slightly downcast, but his mind was like a movie.

When they met for the second time, Bo Hongxi made him noodle soup.

Bai Hongxi took Xiang Zhizhou to skate.

Bo Hongxi leaned against the big tree at the entrance of the alley.

Bo Hongxi ran with him on the bridge.

Xiang Tu didn't know how long he was in a daze, until Bo Hongxi called him from the side after singing, Xiang Tu quickly picked up the phone.

"Damn it," Bo Hongxi looked at the screen in shock, "...you fell asleep, didn't you?"

"When I'm awake, I'm fascinated by it."

"I'm so touched," Bai Hongxi smiled and took off the phone and nestled back in the chair, "Go to sleep, remember to watch me on TV tomorrow."

After hanging up the video, Bai Hongxi rubbed his face. After twelve o'clock, he got up and made another cup of coffee. Cui Yan opened the door and came in: "Brother Bai, your computer."

"Let's put it there," Bo Hongxi pointed to the table.

Cui Yan looked at Bai Hongxi and asked hesitantly: "Brother Bai, isn't this variety show only available at 26?"

"En," Bai Hongxi responded.

Bai Hongxi didn't sleep last night and stayed here to change the tune. He insisted on forcing Brother Liang to change the variety show on 26 to 25 am.

Cui Yan stood aside and wanted to say something, Bo Hongxi waved his hand: "You go back."

Cui Yan stood nervously for a while, sighed and pushed the door open, and Bai Hongxi yawned and turned on the computer.

...

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Bo Hongxi was getting ready in the dressing room. The makeup artist saw that he was in a bad state and forced him to use his own eye mask and squint for half an hour before putting on makeup for him.

"You dark circles, you're almost catching up with Brother Liang," the makeup artist said with a smile.

Bai Hongxi smiled: "Then Liang Ze was terrified when he heard the ridiculousness."

Liang Ze just opened the door and came in, and saw the makeup artist and Bai Hongxi staring at him at the same time: "Why, speak ill of me."

"No." The makeup artist said quickly.

"It's about eight o'clock for you to play." Liang Ze sat on the sofa beside him, "I have to rehearse again later."

Bo Hongxi nodded, Liang Ze sat for a while and left, Bo Hongxi quickly took out his phone.

In the evening, after dinner, Xiang Tu took Xiang Zhizhou and sat in front of the TV and waited. The child expressed his dissatisfaction with not being able to watch cartoons.

"Brother Bo will sing on it later." Xiang Tu explained to him.

The child immediately stopped feeling sad for the cartoon, looked at the TV screen and asked, "Brother Bai, show?"

Xiang Tu hummed.

Bo Hongxi really attracts children to see.

Bo Hongxi was arranged in the front. From the very first song, the blood was boiling. It was a group dance and a combination. It was probably prepared to keep the blood pressure of the audience soaring all night.

"Brother Bai!" the child shouted, pointing at the TV.

Bai Hongxi's clothes tonight were still quite clean and low-key, in stark contrast to the previous few who almost had a flower on their head, but the screaming was so loud that Xiang Tu thought the TV was broken.

"This song is dedicated to everyone, I wish everyone happiness and happiness with their loved ones on Christmas Eve."

Bo Hongxi smiled and put the microphone on the piano.

Although Xiang Tu only enjoyed the exclusive VIP broadcast last night, the feeling of listening to it with so many people still made him feel a little excited.

look!This is my boyfriend.

Last night, I played solo by myself.

...

The kid thinks this singing and dancing show is very interesting, but in fact he likes it as long as it has music. Xiang Tulen watched it with him at almost 11:30, and then forced to turn off the TV and take him to take a bath.

After Xiang Tu told the story to the children, he closed the door and came out. He was about to take a bath when he heard movement at the door.

"Does Santa need anything?" The door rang three times.

Xiang Tu was stunned for a moment, but then quickly walked over and opened the door.

Panting heavily, Bai Hongxi looked at his watch: "MerryChristmas."

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Song from "To You" by Shen Sanbei

I like the lyrics very much.

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