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"Eat your mother." Zheng Xiaozhou looked at him expressionlessly, and said every word. "Don't fucking come over to bother me, it's disgusting to look at you, understand?"

Shen Sirong's eyelashes trembled, and his fluffy light-colored eyes instantly turned gray. After a moment of silence, he still said softly: "But I want to eat too."

Zheng Xiaozhou said: "Your mother's ashes are being given away. Buy one box and get one free. It's just a bit mushy. Do you want to eat it?"

Shen Sirong stopped talking, and looked at Zheng Xiaozhou timidly for a while, then suddenly lowered his head, leaned towards his ear at a strange angle for a human body, and breathed out hot and humid: "Eat yours. "

"I'm really fucked." Zheng Xiaozhou was very itchy, his ears seemed to be held in his mouth, and he moved forward immediately.He was so disgusted that he rubbed his right ear vigorously, trying to get rid of the sticky feeling left by Shen Sirong, and then moved a seat to the right.Zheng Xiaozhou was very irritable and couldn't leave right away, so he turned on his phone and took a few photos of Shen Yuyi.

The left earlobe warmed up silently, and Shen Sirong's soft voice sounded beside his ear: "I got my ear pierced."

Zheng Xiaozhou's heart was on fire, his upper and lower rows of teeth were being filed, and he squeezed the wrist with one hand, and with a clever effort, the wrist broke crisply.Zheng Xiaozhou swept the dislocated wrist aside, and said flatly: "You haven't settled for that before, don't go too far."

Shen Sirong held his left wrist in Xuxu, trembling and hissing in pain, which was covered up by the loud music.He waited for a while, then rubbed the tip of his sweaty nose, and murmured like a cat: "Brother Yu Wei told you, don't look for me again."

Zheng Xiaozhou was silent for a moment, suppressed his anger and said, "Come closer, and break your nose."

Shen Sirong laughed a few times, touched the end of his dark hair with his right hand finger, and sighed: "You listen to him well. Have you started to like him? Why don't you like me?"

When the stage lights went out, Shen Sirong quietly reached out, found the earring precisely, and lightly pressed something as thin as a needle point on his hand, then quietly withdrew his hand.

The lights came on suddenly, Zheng Xiaozhou scratched his ears, and a WeChat message appeared on the screen of his mobile phone, which was from Aran.

Aran: Brother Xiaozhou, I'm nervous.

Zheng Xiaozhou wanted to laugh, so he typed quickly.

z: If you are nervous, pinch yourself and divert your attention.

A Ran: I pinched it, but I was still very nervous.My fingers are shaking, I'm afraid I won't be able to play the piano.

Aran: Brother Xiaozhou, come backstage, okay?

Z: Wait.

Aran: Hug] Hug].

Zheng Xiaozhou lowered his body and squeezed into the aisle next to the wall, and sneaked into the busy work room, but bumped into Shen Yu.Shen Yuyi's head was covered with sweat, his hat was taken off, revealing his disheveled head, he stared at Zheng Xiaozhou with rounded eyes, and said with a smile: "Yo! Come pick me up? Look, Comrade Xiaozhou's self-consciousness, the commander rewards you relative......"

"Let's go, let's go play with your brother." When Zheng Xiaozhou saw him, he remembered Shen Sirong's lingering death, and pushed him away with one hand and walked backstage.

As soon as Shen Yu was snubbed by him, he froze for a moment, stuck behind him like a dog's skin plaster, pouted and muttered: "He's here? Did you talk to him? Why are you ignoring me? Who are you looking for? It's that mother again They are so..."

Zheng Xiaozhou pushed open the door, and the inside was in a mess, with make-up and make-up, and sound audition, it was so lively.He looked around, and as expected, he saw a figure sitting obediently in the corner, tall and thin, with neck hunched, trying to hide himself like a bow.

"...Little white lotus." As soon as Shen Yu was glanced at lightly by Zheng Xiaozhou, his eyelids turned red with anger, and he forced out a few words from between his teeth, each of which was spoken in a correct manner.

"Aran," Zheng Xiaozhou ignored him at all, walked over and patted the top of his head, "Are you still nervous?"

Lang Zhuoran looked at the people behind him, and pushed his head into Zheng Xiaozhou's palm.

Shen Yuyi's face drooped, his eyes were no longer round, he leaned against the wall and sneered, and said to himself: "I was still nervous on stage, why pretend to be weak? It's disgusting."

Lang Zhuoran's ears turned red, he lowered his head, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Brother Xiaozhou, yes, I'm sorry. Delay... delay you..."

Shen Yu got goosebumps the more he looked at it, and rolled his eyes with a grin.Zheng Xiaozhou gave him a warning look, sat down beside Lang Zhuoran, took out water from his bag and handed it to him, and comforted him: "Why are you being polite to me? Just drink some water."

Lang Zhuoran was holding the water happily, and just about to unscrew it, he heard someone above his head said in a strange voice: "Would you like brother Xiaozhou to unscrew it for you?"

Seeing that Lang Zhuoran stopped, Zheng Xiaozhou was a little annoyed, and his voice was a little bit hostile: "It's his first time on stage, so don't fucking force me there."

Shen Yu was often scolded by him, but this time he was terribly hypocritical, turned his head away as soon as his eye circles turned red, and kept crying in his mouth: "I'm a bitch? I'm a bitch?" The voice gradually faded away The door of the lounge was slammed shut, but few people noticed his movement.

Lang Zhuoran unscrewed the water and took a sip, looked at Zheng Xiaozhou embarrassedly, lowered his head and pursed his lips and smiled.

Zheng Xiaozhou looked at him inexplicably and smiled, and asked, "Is it okay this time? Your fingers are no longer shaking?"

"...shaking, shaking." Lang Zhuoran thought he was going to leave, so he hurriedly said.

"Oh," Zheng Xiaozhou glanced at his hand hidden in his pocket, and said clearly, "What show are you on?"

"The...fifth." Lang Zhuoran was afraid that he would be impatient, so he added, "Hurry up, right away."

Zheng Xiaozhou let out an "O" and chatted with him casually: "Do you have any plans for the winter vacation?"

"Practice, practice the piano."

"You like playing the piano so much?" Zheng Xiaozhou looked at him in surprise, "Do you usually do nothing but practice the piano?"

Lang Zhuoran was silent for a while, pursed his lips, and whispered: "Hi, I like it."

Zheng Xiaozhou clicked his tongue twice, feeling admiration in his heart, and had nothing to say except awesome.He is such a garbage youth who can do everything for 3 minutes. His only hobby since he was a child is singing and singing. Although he can rap and sing, he has no determination to fight for it.It seems that after living for 20 years, there is absolutely nothing that can be done with passion, just swaying, living day by day.

"Brother really envies you," Zheng Xiaozhou said sincerely, "Do you think you can become that kind of international master in the future? Just, what, what is the name of the one playing "Croatian Rhapsody"? Mark... ..”

Lang Zhuoran blushed a little: "Maxim."

"Yes, yes, he is the only one. I saw someone play his music once, and it was very shocking. Then I searched for his performance, hey! It's so exciting!" Zheng Xiaozhou remembered the video, his eyes were a little excited, and his eyebrows were beaming. Grabbing Lang Zhuoran's shoulder, he said enthusiastically, "You are promising at first glance, you kid, don't forget your brother and me when you become awesome in the future."

Lang Zhuoran looked at the hand on his shoulder for a while.White, thin, and long, the joints have pink Xize, the nails are rounded, and there are small crescents at the bottom.It just rested on his shoulder so indifferently, tapped his fingers scatteredly a few times, and then withdrew it as if nothing had happened.

"...I won't." Lang Zhuoran said, "Brother Xiaozhou, don't, don't forget... me." He thought for a while, and seemed to find it unconvincing, and added : "Yes, become, very, very powerful."

Zheng Xiaozhou laughed, he was still the heartless look he was two or three years ago, time seemed to leave nothing on him.

When Lang Zhuoran's show arrived, Zheng Xiaozhou went back to the auditorium to take pictures and record videos for him. He saw a beam of cold light hitting the dark piano. the tune.He has no facial expression, his slightly pursed thin lips appear calm and restrained, but his fingers are unexpectedly rich in emotion.They jump and flow, the keys hit the fingertips strongly, and all emotions are swallowed up in the notes.

Everyone gradually calmed down. Most people don't understand music, but listening to music seems to be the instinct of human beings since primitive society.The man with the ape ears is naked and quiet when he listens.Those who peeled and chewed nuts stopped their teeth, those who lingered stopped ejaculating, those who sucked breast milk retracted their tongues, those who drank water by the river straightened their backs, those who gathered for predators raised their heads, and those who were dying gasped for breath. Hold your breath.All ears escape their bodies for a brief moment, all in one grand affair.They scream, tremble, perceive, and cry from time to time, for some vague emotions that are half-understood, for some abstract notes beyond cognition.

No one can understand what those sinking and jumping fingers are trying to express, even if he can pretend to try to express that they do understand something (like the analysis of ancient poems in Chinese lesson plans), he can't hide it. The fact that once art is born, it is on the verge of extinction.People create art, just like using mustard seeds to contain Sumeru, trying to create infinite possibilities with limited fingers.However, once infinity is created, no one really understands it—art is nothingness itself, once born, it is doomed to be alone, and from then on it lives and dies, and dies and lives.

Lang Zhuoran is very familiar with this kind of loneliness.

Knowing that he is clumsy in speech and doesn't have a bright brain, he spends more time in silence every day than others.When he was a child, he sat in the yard silently, carving wood all day long. Only when he was with these dead things did he feel that he was not so stupid.

He can often keenly detect what is hidden in a piece of wood, what kind of soul is wrapped in thick fibers.They were begging him hoarsely for help.He likes to peel off the dense dead things on them inch by inch, from complex to simple, from dead to alive.He couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he knew exactly what he was going to do.

When he moved to his new home, he saw the piano for the first time.With a smooth body in black and white, he felt dazzled just by looking at it.He likes this feeling, sitting in front of it for a whole day, thinking about nothing, thinking about everything, countless images flashed in his mind, like a dream.

Only in this way can he forget a little bit of the dull pain hidden in his heart, the endless dull pain that cannot be eliminated and tortures him all the time.

He saw his relatives rotting and dying on the bed, he saw countless buzzing mung bean flies whizzing towards them rubbing their thin hands, white tender maggots twisted and crawled out from the festering buttocks with their small teeth open.Crowds of bed sores stared at the empty eyes, stared at him, asked him: why so stupid and incompetent?Why can't I do anything, I can only watch people die a little bit.

Lang Zhuoran didn't know if this rotten corpse was still his grandfather, he remembered every meal this poor old man cooked for him.Those eggs hiding under the noodle soup.His rough and deformed fingers, his old smell like dead wood, a broken age spot on his temple.

When he was young, he touched the spot carefully and asked him why he looked so like a sheep, and why there was a shadow of a sheep growing on his temple.When he was young, he had so many questions and stumbled when he spoke, Grandpa never showed any impatience.He will try his best to answer his own questions, and if he can't answer, he will honestly say that he doesn't know, and he will not play tricks at all. His grandpa is as simple as a newly pasted concrete wall, and he will show you frankly have everything.

He staggered out while weeping, and waited for his brother Xiaozhou outside the school wall as usual, but brother Xiaozhou didn't come.

?He went to wait again at noon, but Brother Xiaozhou still didn't come.

He went to that restaurant, he remembered, "Qiming Snacks", Grandpa said what Qiming is, Qiming is a star, "Qiming is in the east, and Chang Gung is in the west", Qiming is a star.

The restaurant door is locked, with a handful of ash on the lock.He squatted in front of the side door, the light and shadows in the sky were changing, and Rong Xiao was far away. He gradually changed to a sitting position, and then turned to lying on his side.He didn't want to go home, he knew he was running away, but he didn't want to go home, he didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to accept it.

He wants someone to come and give him a hug.It's okay to touch his head, whatever, he doesn't want to be alone.

Why no one.

Lang Zhuoran saw a group of people taking advantage of the twilight to violently smash the door lock and sprinkle pungent gasoline in circles.Without any thought, he rushed forward and threw down the hand that lit the fire, but was surrounded by a group of people, punched and kicked, and lay on the dirty floor watching the flames lick the roof.

Well useless.Lang Zhuoran thought to himself.It didn't help at all.

He struggled and crawled out with hands and feet like a worm, his lungs breathing fresh air expanded vigorously, he coughed violently, thinking of Grandpa's lungs.Lungs like a spittoon, expanding like a bellows.At that time, he was lying down and couldn't get up, and he couldn't hold anything else. He held a rag in his hand, and spit out the thick phlegm he coughed up vigorously on it, and then spit it out again when it dried up. Take it for cleaning.

Where did Brother Xiaozhou go?

Lang Zhuoran's heart cooled down a little bit.He felt that a piece of his body had rotted away, was it a lung?he does not know.I only felt pain and despair, as if I had a bed sore with my eyes wide open, and the smell of rotting meat in the hot summer.

hate him.Give hope and take it back.hate him.

hate him.

hate him.

hate him.

want to see him.

Lang Zhuoran hated himself for being weak and incompetent.He wanted to forget that person, wanted to be free, but he couldn't stop missing him.He misses him and hates him at the same time, weak and evil, wants to punish him, wants him to despair, wants him to suffer.

Seeing him, he couldn't say a single harsh word, because he was born clumsy and his hatred would never reach the tip of his tongue.

He said: Ah Ran, I apologize to you.

Lang Zhuoran laughed in his heart, his eyelids drooped, tears were almost falling down.In the next sentence, he said generously: If you are really annoying, I will refund the money to you. In the future...

Lang Zhuoran heard himself say calmly: No.

You cannot go back on your word.

Brother is always so casual.He is already sad that his brother keeps leaving him.He was always the one who watched his brother leave, and his brother almost never looked back.

There are many people in the brother's world.My brother is always busy, and it seems that there is no shortage of him.

But he only likes his brother alone.

So unfair, it's not good.

Lang Zhuoran finished playing a song, got up and saluted, the lights dimmed, his eyes began to heat up, and he felt a little red and furry temperature in the darkness, that was his brother Xiaozhou, who was sitting in the leftmost auditorium In the middle of the third row, he held up his mobile phone and recorded the video casually, and there might be tears from yawning in the corner of his eyes.

His eyes were slightly open, and he looked a little delirious, but there was one thing that was good.

Brother Xiaozhou's eyes are always as black and white as the piano.

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