The difficult love of traffic niche

"Wang Yuan, do you really don't want to sing anymore?"

Wang Yuan turned his head and looked at the person who spoke, with a hesitant expression for a moment, he didn't know where to start, and he didn't know how to define it. This question that has been lingering in his heart countless times is still unavoidable.

"I……"

Wang Junkai quickly interrupted him: "I know your hesitation, don't blame me, I don't want to force you." He was still lying down, but his voice was calm after careful consideration: "Since I was young, I have I just feel that you are born to belong to the stage, and I can feel it early, in fact, from the very beginning, your love for the stage and singing is no less than mine."

"I think we debuted as a singing group back then. Hey, there were not many songs that could be sung seriously. Later, for no reason, we were pulled to guest TV shows, magazine fashion weeks, and all kinds of noisy variety shows..." Wang Junkai's tone It was actually stained with imperceptible self-mockery, he paused, and said: "I don't know if there was some reason for you to go abroad and leave this circle that year. After all, at that time, all the words you heard were in the circle. The first priority is surviving. We want to sing, even if people want to listen, they don’t have much autonomy anymore. What can be popular in saliva songs, unless you write it yourself... In the end, the group didn’t release a new song in that year, right? ? You still insist on posting your own originals every year.”

Wang Yuan hooked the corners of his mouth, he couldn't see whether he was smiling or helpless: "...it's not just me, I know you didn't stop writing songs at that time."

Wang Junkai did not deny it, and simply sat up on the sofa, and said to him face to face: "Speaking of this, do you know that the song you wrote when you were 17 really scared me..."

He paused for a moment, and the scene of Wang Yuan playing the demo of "Seventeen" on his mobile phone seemed to emerge in his mind, and he sighed slightly and said, "At that time, you came to listen to me the new song you wrote, and the voice sounded like a song. When I came out, I was so scared by you, you sang such sad words in a hoarse voice, hey, Seventeen, you don’t even know how worried I am about you... and I dare not ask you openly, what about you? It's time to get stubborn, you don't tell me anything and just cover yourself up, I feel like I can't control you anymore..."

"Wang Junkai..."

Wang Yuan got up and sat on the sofa next to Wang Junkai, that person looked a little fiercely wronged at the moment, and was still wronged for him, Wang Yuan's heart softened again, and he couldn't help but want to coax him.

"Jun Kai," Wang Yuan put his hands on his knees, and said softly, "Those things are over, am I fine now..."

Wang Junkai withdrew his thoughts, turned his head and looked at the person standing shoulder to shoulder with him, his expression was gentle and gentle at the moment, and the stubborn boy in his memory had changed his appearance.

He grabbed the hand on his knee, clenched it tightly, thought for a moment and then said: "What about now..." He seemed to hear his own voice dry, "Are you going to give up?"

"...Have you given up singing?"

Wang Yuan suddenly remembered that in the past ten years, countless people have asked him similar questions, such as singing, acting, and performance. ".

Both he and Wang Junkai joined the company because they liked to sing when they were young, but when you think about it carefully, they have not actually agreed or made any promises to each other on this matter for so many years. The only clue seems to be that year The unanimous "Central Conservatory of Music" in the show.Although Lao Wang didn't apply at all after the college entrance examination, he went directly to Beijing Film Academy.

Of course, he didn't feel that he put all the pressure on and insisted on going to Berkeley five years ago to get revenge on someone, and it wasn't out of proof of his original intention. The original intention was something the company used to fool the little girl.

And he just wants to follow his own feelings, do what he thinks is right, and stick to the few remaining inches of his spine.

Wang Yuan regained his voice: "Do you think I've changed?"

"Wang Yuan, I don't know..." Wang Junkai leaned on the sofa, his eyes were unconsciously empty, his tone was a bit lonely, and he said quietly: "I feel that you take a lot of things very lightly now, the matter of singing Don't be in a hurry, as if you don't care about everything."

"...I'm afraid that one day you don't care about me anymore." He grasped Wang Yuan's hand tightly, interlocked his fingers again, and said, "When you come back this time, I was always afraid that you would go away again." , I feel like I'm so insecure, like a girl, that's right, I'm not calm when I meet you..."

Wang Yuan was speechless for a moment.

He was right, in a few years, he was no longer that sharp-edged little boy. He didn't want to compromise and follow the trend, and he didn't want to smooth out his own edges, so he had to choose to avoid it far away and seek another. A new way of living, and for that he paid the price, loneliness and self-torture, and something as important as he left behind when he left.

Wang Yuan looked at the self-pitying man next to him, his heart ebbed and flowed, and he lay down and pillowed on his lap, and said softly, "The two most correct things I have insisted on over the years are, One is music," he held the man's palm and placed it solemnly on his heart, leading him to feel his own heartbeat, "the other is you."

"You and music, I can never quit, and I will never give up."

Wang Junkai lowered his head, and what came from the palm of his hand was his own heart rate at the moment. He met Wang Yuan's eyes, and the two of them didn't speak any more, they just stared at each other silently.

Wang Junkai rubbed his face, pondered, and finally said again: "...Maybe it's not as difficult as before, we've all grown up, Yuan'er, with me here, if you still want to sing, just You still want... I don't want you to fight alone anymore, let me accompany you." He smiled lowly, "It doesn't matter if I'm selfish, I just want to use this to keep you, so that you won't leave me It's..."

"Wang Yuan, you belong to the stage, and you are destined to shine, don't you know?"

The four eyes met for another long time, and the unadorned eyes seemed to be able to see the bottom of each other's hearts.

The atmosphere suddenly began to change, and the heartbeat factor in the air began to move around.

The wavering pointer in Wang Yuan's heart finally came to a conclusion, he exhaled, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said: "Old Wang, you talk too much."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of Wang Junkai's neck to force him to bend down and kiss the person he had long missed.

He quickly loosened his lips, took a breath, and said in Wang Junkai's ear: "I don't want to think about the future, I only know that now, you are mine."

Just a few words easily ignited the atmosphere, Wang Junkai simply put aside those annoying propositions, hugged the person in his arms and kissed deeply, as if the moment of joy in front of him could heal everything.

Wang Yuan has a slender figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist since he was a child. Proper exercise after adulthood has gradually transformed his thin body into a mature appearance, but in Wang Junkai's hands he always feels that he is still that thin boy.

Still not enough, Wang Junkai suddenly picked up Wang Yuan, transferred him from his lap to the sofa, and knelt on the sofa with his legs as if he was afraid of being pressed down on him, trying to control his body weight to support him on top of him. Face to face, want to kiss again.

Seeing Wang Junkai's awkward posture, Wang Yuan couldn't help laughing, stretched out his arms and hugged his waist, and pressed him tightly against him without leaving any gap.

Feeling his initiative, Wang Junkai felt a little hotter again, no longer scruples, lowered his head and bit his lip, going deep all the way, as if he wanted to prove himself to the death lingering.