time has waited for me

Jing Xian is a very xenophobic person, with a strong sense of territoriality, in fact, he is very unwilling, and he can't even get used to being with strangers.

Before coming, he was also a little worried, for fear that he would not get along well with these people, and it would be embarrassing.

However, those casual songs in the car immediately dispelled all his worries.

They bought their air tickets in a hurry, and the tickets for the direct flight to Urumqi had already been sold out, and they only had a transfer to Lanzhou.They simply went to Lanzhou first, and then went to Urumqi. Jing Xian bought the plane ticket by himself. He didn't want to give his personal information to others. He bought it with Ai Qingying that day.

Going to check in now, he checked in and was waiting to check in, the staff beckoned to let those who lined up behind come first.

Ai Qingying strode forward, smiled and said to the young lady, "I want to sit next to this gentleman!"

The young lady glanced at Jing Xian. Jing Xian didn't want to sit with Ai Qingying. Just as she was about to refuse, Ai Qingying had already put her elbows on the table and her chin, blocking Jing Xian behind her, preventing them from looking at each other. , smiled: "Thank you!"

He can't wait for the peacocks to spread their tails everywhere, and they are indeed beautiful. The young lady laughed out loud, poked her head out and asked Jing Xian, "Sir?"

Jing Xian said weakly: "Whatever."

Peacocks are beautiful, but peacocks are reasonable, right?

The young lady smiled and helped Ai Qingying check in, and returned Jing Xian's ticket and ID card to him, Jing Xian turned and left.

After a while, Ai Qingying ran to catch up, and the ticket dangled in front of his eyes: "Look, my ticket."

Childish or not?What's so good about air tickets?

Jing Xian walked towards the security check area, and Ai Qingying said again: "Don't you look at it? Don't you want to know my name?"

Speaking of which, Jing Xian did not know his Chinese name, but only knew that his English name was Cyan.But when I transferred the money that day, I saw that the name of the other party's account was two characters, * Rui, is this his name?

"Take a look, take a look, I beg you." Ai Qingying handed the ticket to him again.

The more this happened, the more Jing Xian didn't want to look at it, so he turned his head and left.

Of the two of them, one tried his best to avoid it, and the other leaned forward desperately. Behind them, Ai Qingying's teammates laughed at each other and made fun of them.

The trip went smoothly. On the plane, Jing Xian wore headphones to sleep, and Ai Qingying didn't bother him.

They are traveling in a band, and they have a lot of musical instruments, all of which they bought additional seats to take on the plane. At first, Ai Qingying wanted to sit next to Jing Xian, but Jing Xian refused. There was a guitar between them, and Jing Xian was by the window .

When it was about to arrive, Jing Xian woke up, turned around and looked, Ai Qingying was also asleep, his head was shaking, and he kept knocking on the guitar, the gauze on Ai Qingying's forehead was still there, hitting the wound again and again, Jing Xian couldn't see it. It hurts for him.Jing Xian couldn't bear to reach out to support his head, but Ai Qingying woke up and asked him in a daze, "What's wrong?"

Jing Xian immediately let go, but Ai Qingying didn't react, his head hit the guitar heavily, and he took a breath.Jing Xian was stunned, and Ai Qingying looked at him pitifully: "It hurts."

Jing Xian blamed himself a little.

No matter how pitiful Ai Qingying said: "I want to sit next to you."

"why?"

"That way I won't hit it again, it hurts so much."

"No."

"I hurt, I hurt." Ai Qingying reached out to rub her forehead.

Jing Xian admits defeat: "Sit over here."

Ai Qingying smiled "hehe" in her heart, quickly switched places with his guitar, and soon fell asleep again, but she didn't know whether he was on purpose or not, and he leaned on Jing Xian after a while.

Jing Xian repeatedly tried to push him away, looked down at that face, and sighed.

No way, the face is indeed the primary productive force, especially a "sick beauty" covered with gauze.

Fortunately, they arrived in Lanzhou soon.

It's just that after the plane landed, Ai Qingying still didn't wake up due to such a big commotion, Jing Xian was sure that he must be faking it.The passengers had already got up, and it was not easy for him to reprimand Ai Qingying.Instead, Ai Qingying's teammates watched them continue to laugh without saying a word.

Jing Xian has already made a decision, and when he flies again, he will definitely not sit with this person!

I said I want to change, but my nature is hard to change!

Their band assistants made good arrangements, and when they got their luggage, the car came to pick them up and take them to the hotel, where they all went to have dinner together.After dinner, their band will go to live rehearsals in the middle of the night, after all, they will perform tomorrow.

Jing Xian was not a night owl, so he didn't go to see their rehearsal, and he would go there the next day when they performed.

After dinner yesterday, Jing Xian didn't meet Ai Qingying again. He insisted not to exchange contact information, and Ai Qingying didn't force him.Jing Xian arrived at the livehouse where they were performing early and hid behind a square. To his surprise, he arrived very early, but there were more people earlier than him.

He knew that Ai Qingying sang well, but he hadn't seriously listened to their band's own songs. He didn't listen to them at the conservatory that day, because he was focused on the person on stage.Seeing how crazy Yun Yuanshan and the others were, he thought that almost all the fans of their band were young girls, all because of Ai Qingying's face.

Unexpectedly, among the audience waiting in line outside the livehouse at this time, there are not particularly many girls, and the ratio of boys to boys is about one to one.

Their posters were posted at the door, and Jing Xian walked up to the posters to look carefully. This kind of band is different from most of the pop bands on TV that look like idol stars. Your own music, singing, and even your own dreams.

In other words, they are not selling, but conveying, conveying their ideas and ideas to everyone who can accept and agree with them.

The posters are just ordinary stage photos, without exquisite makeup, high-end costumes, or even superb shooting skills.

This kind of band doesn't cater to the market and the crowd, and it's destined not to be a big hit, but Jing Xian feels very comfortable in his eyes, and can understand why so many people are still willing to come and line up in Lanzhou.

He thought that he would listen to their songs carefully at night.

He looked down and saw the performance time and ticket price at the bottom of the poster, which was too cheap, only 80 yuan per person.

No wonder they are all ducks, and they are still so poor.

Jing Xian looked at the person in the center of the poster who was holding up the mineral water bottle and pouring water on his body, and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth. Such a strange duck is actually quite cute.

Ai Qingying called the hotel, wanting to inform Jing Xian that she could come over, but no matter how hard she called, there was no response.

He immediately put down his guitar and ran outside. As soon as he came out, he was recognized by people, and everyone rushed towards him. Ai Qingying didn't smile, and was about to send people away when he saw Jing Xian standing in front of the poster. back view.

A smile came to his face in an instant, and he strode behind Jing Xian.

Jing Xian looked at the poster, stretched out his hand to rub the corner of his mouth, and suddenly heard the rising noise, he was slightly startled, looking back, Ai Qingying smiled brightly.

He quickly looked away uncomfortably, and Ai Qingying had already reached out to hold him.

He subconsciously wanted to throw it away, but Ai Qingying pulled him in and said with a smile, "Why don't you go in and find me when you're here!"

Jing Xian was terrified of being out of the closet, so he quickly turned around to look at the young men and girls around him. He was surprised, curious, and smiling. There were even girls taking pictures of Ai Qingying with their mobile phones, which made him even more panicked.

But I heard a young man ask Ai Qingying loudly: "Cyan! What's the matter with your forehead!"

Jing Xian was panicked again, Ai Qingying turned to look at the person who asked him, and said with a smile: "To see a beauty, I bumped into a street light pole!"

"Hahahahaha!" Everyone laughed loudly, and many people gave him a thumbs up, "Awesome!!"

"........."

Jing Xian didn't understand very much, what's so awesome about this? ?

Ai Qingying smiled, and dragged Jing Xian in without hesitation.

With such an interruption, Jing Xian's panic dissipated, and Ai Qingying still had to rehearse, so she didn't have time to accompany him.Ai Qingying went to get two paper bags, one was McDonald's and the other was KFC.

Ai Qingying leaned over and said to him who was sitting: "I see you didn't eat much last night, do you not like the food here? We ate box lunch earlier, and you probably didn't like it either. There are no Shanghai dishes nearby. You bought these two, and I don’t know which one you like better. I bought both. Whichever you like, you can just eat some. I asked. There is a Cantonese-style tea restaurant next to our hotel. It is light and open all night. After the performance tonight, let's go eat."

"..." Jing Xian looked at the two bulging paper bags, a little dazed.

Someone called Ai Qingying over there, and he said anxiously: "I'll go to the rehearsal first, you can play here." He pointed to the table, "There is a power bank, so you can play with your mobile phone. During the performance, I will take you to the first place." Row."

"Cyan! Come on!"

"Here we come..." Ai Qingying shouted towards the stage, then turned her head and smiled at Jing Xian, "I'm over."

Jing Xian was still looking at the two paper bags, feeling his heart slowly bulging.

"Huh?" Ai Qingying was still waiting for his answer.

Jing Xian looked up at his forehead: "What should you do about your wound, will it not affect the performance?"

"Hey, what is this! It's so cool! Eat as much as you want, I'll pass by."

"it is good."

After getting his answer, Ai Qingying turned and ran to the stage.

Looking at them rehearsing in the distance, Jing Xian reached out to open the two bulging paper bags, and even bought all the varieties that could be bought.Jing Xian sighed again, this man.

He really wasn't used to the food here, he didn't eat much last night and this morning, he didn't expect this person to observe so carefully.

He has been loved by his parents, grandparents, grandparents, and even other relatives since he was a child. He is a person who has been well cared for and brought up. He does not lack a lot of care and love. He should not be easily moved by people's care.

But this person is indeed the best to him besides his relatives.

Even Bai Fan is not as nice to him as he is. Bai Fan has a carefree personality, so he doesn't realize it at all.

This person's character is actually very generous, I didn't expect to have such a careful side.

However, they have only known each other for less than a month, and their relationship is still so weird.

Jing Xian took an egg tart and ate it slowly, wondering how many times he was depressed, why this person is a duck.

As the official time of the performance approached, the audience entered the venue one after another, and the venue was already very lively.

Ai Qingying didn't have time to come over, so their assistant came over and took Jing Xian to the first row.They said it was the first row, but they were actually standing. There were no seats in the arena.

There is a railing between the first row and the stage, but it is also very close to the stage.

While waiting for the performance, Jing Xian was already surrounded by people. On Jing Xian's right was a young couple, and on the left was a pretty girl.The young couple kept talking, kissing and hugging from time to time, and the pretty little girl kept taking selfies.Patted and clapped, asked Jing Xian: "Little brother, can you take a photo with the stage for me!"

"Okay." Jing Xian took her phone and took pictures for her.

The little girl then warmed up, and asked him which song Qingying liked the most, Jing Xian didn't know anything, so he could only smile, the little girl thought he was shy, and started talking nonsense, showing him All the photos of Qingying taken on my mobile phone. This is a die-hard fan. I have followed many of Qingying's scenes. This time I came here specially from Beijing.

There are also photos with the band and Ai Qingying on her mobile phone.

The little girl "haha" said: "This was a few years ago, when they were not as popular as they are now, I was only able to go up and take a group photo when they performed in a small venue!"

Jing Xian looked at it with gusto, the little girl turned to the last one, and there was a strange and beautiful girl leaning into the camera in the photo, stretching out her hand as if to pull Ai Qingying, she immediately frowned and said: "This person is always Rushing to give Cyan a fruit! I'm bah! Shameless! You insist on getting into my camera! If it wasn't for Cyan, I would have deleted this photo a long time ago! Seeing her makes me angry! Fortunately, I didn't come this time! "

Jing Xian didn't quite understand, he really wanted to ask what "Guo'er" was.

The little girl was very angry: "Can't sleep with Cyan, she went to sleep with Link!"

"........."

The little girl cursed a few more words, the place was dark, she put away her phone, stopped talking about Jing Xian, and immediately started screaming, Jing Xian was almost deaf by her.

She didn't care about scolding anymore, and started shouting the word "Qingying" together with the others.

Jing Xian looked up at the stage. In the darkness, the members gradually entered the stage, with soft footsteps, and he also became a little excited.

After a few rounds of drumming, the bass and guitar suddenly sounded together, the lights were restored instantly, covering every corner of the stage, and the whole band appeared in front of everyone. Everyone went crazy and screamed towards the stage.

Ai Qingying saw Jing Xian at a glance, stood in the middle and smiled at him.

Jing Xian almost touched his heart in embarrassment, to see if it was still moving.

Fortunately, after Ai Qingying laughed, she turned her gaze away and looked at the crowd, without saying much, she sang a song directly and officially started today's performance.

Sure enough, Ai Qingying still had the white gauze on his forehead, but it didn't diminish his charm at all.When singing fast songs, the people in the audience jumped and yelled, and when they sang slower songs, the people in the audience turned on the flashlights of their mobile phones, held their mobile phones and shook their arms, like a sea of ​​lights.

On the surface, Jing Xian was the only person in the field who was so calm.

But in fact, if he thought his heartbeat had stopped when he first played, but at this moment, he felt that his heart was about to jump out, it is no exaggeration.

Ai Qingying on the stage is too charming and charming, especially this kind of pure home field.

This time, Jing Xian seriously stood in the first row and listened with all his heart.

Qingying's style is a bit similar to britpop, a little decadent, a little sluggish, mixed with psychedelic, when Ai Qingying holds the Lime in his hand and shakes his body soothingly and enjoying the music, he feels that he is better than those present. A girl who screams like crazy is even more crazy.

The light fell on him piecemeal, on his ordinary and simple white T-shirt.

Of course, their band is not pure britpop, they have their own unique style.

On the whole, Qingying's style is decadent with psychedelic and gorgeous, lingering, invading everyone's ears and bone marrow little by little.It is black, it is white, but it is also a hazy color sprinkled with gold leaf.

Jing Xian stood under the stage, looking up at him quietly or moving, smiling or frowning, eyes closed or open.

It is really a beautiful and pure gemstone.

When the song reached the second half, the whole venue was jumping.

Ai Qingying was jumping and jumping. When waving his hand, the microphone accidentally hit the wound on his forehead. The force was too strong, and it still hurt. The scabbed wound may have opened again, but he had already enjoyed singing.Especially when he saw Jing Xian's eyes that were as silent as sinking pools, full of intoxication and appreciation, filling the room with splendor, he was so happy that he reached out and tore the piece of gauze and threw it away.

He just tore off the scar just now, and indeed there was blood flowing down. He wiped it off with his hands indifferently, continued to play the guitar, and continued to sing.

But I don't know how sexy this kind of behavior is, the boys and girls below screamed even more crazy.

Jing Xian frowned, how painful is this?

He touched his body, there was a handkerchief and a tie in his pocket, these were the things he was used to carrying around, because he used them frequently, there might be a seminar to be held at any time, so it would be more formal to wear a tie.

He took out the black and purple tie with diagonal stripes, looked down, and without thinking much, he raised his head, handed the tie out, and handed it to Ai Qingying, who wanted to ask Ai Qingying to tie the wound again.

Ai Qingying suddenly stopped, the music continued, but the singing stopped suddenly.

Everyone looked at Jing Xian, and it was only then that Jing Xian realized what a stupid thing he had done.He quickly stopped, but it was a step too late, Ai Qingying had strode to the edge of the stage, bent down, stretched out her arm, and directly pulled the tie from his hand.

Ai Qingying was standing by the side of the stage, looking at him with a smile. While watching, she tied the tie to her forehead, tied a knot behind her head, turned around and continued dancing with the guitar in her arms, and sang again.

As if inadvertently.

No one looked at Jing Xian anymore, they continued to look at the luminous body on the stage, and continued to dance along.

Jing Xian let out a big breath, his feet went limp, he stretched out his hand to hold on to the railing, leaned his whole body on the railing, and finally reached out secretly and touched his heart.

It turns out that it is still there.