A villain in love dressed as school grass

After Pu Ziwen chatted with Zhu Bo again, the backstage staff knocked on the door to guide him to the stage.

On the stage, the moment Fu Qinglin first appeared in the audience's field of vision, all the flashlights flashed cracklingly, making people almost unable to keep their eyes open. Fortunately, the light in the hall was bright and soft enough to alleviate it a bit.

The host respectfully handed over the microphone to Fu Qinglin after speaking in Mandarin.

Pu Ziwen glanced out from behind the curtain at the backstage entrance, the flashing light still made him shudder.

The memories of his childhood that were about to be dusty were re-rolled into his brain.

Countless shots and those utilitarian words of adults are clearly emerging at this moment.

"Talk about a few more cooperations before this kid becomes famous, and I can make a lot of money..."

"What art is not art, what can make money is still good art..."

"Children are afraid of people, so they can go on stage with a little coaxing..."

Pu Ziwen's eyes mixed with loneliness happened to fall into the eyes of Fu Qinglin who had just stepped down from the stage.

Fu Qinglin helped him adjust the mask and patted him on the shoulder encouragingly.

"Go boy, let go of the bomb."

After hearing this, Pu Zi settled down, raised his legs and walked onto the stage, and sat in front of the piano amidst the host's introduction and the audience's discussion.

Fu Qinglin sent a message to greet Zhu Bo, and sat down in the auditorium before the lights in the hall were dimmed for the performance.

The light was dim, and the beams of light formed a quiet beam and hit Pu Ziwen.

The sound of the piano flows slowly, gradually entering a specific emotion from peace.

The audience media and professional musicians were also attracted.

Fu Qinglin turned his head and said, "This kid is really promising, and he didn't embarrass us at all."

Zhu Bo hummed, his gaze fell on Pu Ziwen and he couldn't take it away.

Zhu Bo felt that his current feeling on the stage was completely different from that in the piano room. The current Puzi smell was more like the purity after all the dust had been wiped away.

The corners of Zhu Bo's mouth curled up unconsciously.

Everything looks perfect and smooth, but the accident always appears suddenly.

The unscrupulous male reporter wearing a hat suddenly got up from his seat and quickly approached the stage holding the camera in order to capture more of Pu Ziwen's face.

The distance was too close, and the strong glare of the light made Pu Ziwen unable to open his left eye.

Seeing this, the security guards at the venue quickly dispatched to stop the reporters. While pushing and shoving, it was unknown who tripped over the wires.

With a click, the lights suddenly went out, and the venue was plunged into darkness. The noisy discussion sounded, and Pu Ziwen on the stage was forced to stop playing.

"Hmm..." Pu Ziwen thought to himself, maybe this is the consequence of him playing the piano again.

Everyone thinks about him, but it's just that he plays the piano well.

Pu Ziwen thought about buttoning up his formal suit and was about to stand up. The moment he turned around, he saw a star-like bright spot below the stage.

One, two, three...

Gradually, there were more and more light spots under the stage until they gathered into a sea of ​​light, enough to illuminate the entire venue.

Pu Ziwen squinted his eyes and looked over, only then did he notice the person who turned on the light at first.

The man was sitting under the stage holding a bouquet of flowers, with a faint smile on his lips, he shook the bouquet in his hand.

Like encouragement.

The tip of Pu Ziwen's nose was sore, he lowered his eyes to suppress the soreness and then raised his head, looking at the other party with a bright smile.

Then he saw the man's lips opening and closing, speaking to him in a voiceless voice.

The man said, "Brother Wen, come on."

At this moment, Pu Ziwen felt that he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, he nodded and sat back on the piano bench again.

Under the illumination of everyone's lights, Pu Ziwen's fingertips played the sound on the keys again. Perhaps the atmosphere was just right, and the sound of the piano flowed into the hearts of everyone present more easily than before.

The media also cooperatively did not use flash.

The second half of the performance was quiet and pure.

So after the end of the song, the lights in the venue just happened to be turned on again, and Pu Ziwen received thunderous applause.

Pu Ziwen stood up and bowed, and when he stood up straight, he found that Zhu Bo, who was sitting on the seat just now, had disappeared.

The host wanted to stop Pu Ziwen from chatting, but Pu Ziwen politely refused.

"Thank you, but I don't have any other ideas yet."

Now Pu Ziwen is full of Zhu Bo, he only has one idea is to go to Zhu Bo, and then Pu Ziwen quickly walked off the stage.

Pu Ziwen met Fu Qinglin who applauded him in the background, and he bowed and nodded to him.

"Thank you. Teacher Fu, but have you seen where Zhu Bo is? I want to find him."

Fu Qinglin saw his reaction amused, but deliberately hung him up.

"Young people are so impatient. A kid as big as Xiaobo will not be lost. There is no danger or villain here. What are you afraid of?"

Pu Ziwen took a deep breath, and anxiously stepped forward to hold Fu Qinglin's hand directly.

"Mr. Fu, I beg you, just tell me where he is, okay?"

Fu Qinglin saw his seriousness, and stopped embarrassing him, and pointed to where Zhu Bo left.

"Go along the corridor, there is a small balcony at the back door, he should be there."

"Thank you, teacher." Pu Ziwen didn't wait for Fu Qingpur to say anything else, he took off the restraining formal coat and walked away quickly.

Fu Qinglin shook his head like an old father, lamenting that his family's cabbage was completely gone.

On the roof of the back door, Pu Ziwen pushed open the heavy fire door, and the cool night wind blew on his face head-on, blowing away all the stale air.

The setting sun in the distance slowly disappears, and the night gradually falls.

After Zhu Bo heard the sound behind him, he turned his eyes away from the lights and buildings in the distance.

He knew who was coming, Zhu Bo turned around with a smile on his face, but the other party took a quicker step and hugged him fully when he couldn't stand still.

The faint smell of light perfume on the other party's formal shirt swept Zhu Bo's senses.

"Hmm... the flower... the flower was crushed." Zhu Bo said.

The bouquet was sandwiched between two people.

Pu Ziwen doesn't care about flowers now.

"Don't move, let me give you a hug first."

Pu Ziwen held Zhu Bo in his arms, and the quiet floral fragrance and the familiar reassuring smell of Zhu Bo rushed into his nostrils together.

Zhu Bo was also very cooperative and did not move. The two hugged each other for nearly 5 minutes before Zhu Bo spoke.

"Do you want us to hug each other for the rest of the time?"

Only then did Pu Ziwen open his eyes and distance himself from Zhu Bo. He lowered his head and looked at the dazzle, which had been pitifully crushed.

Zhu Bo still handed over the flowers, his eyes told him that it was you who insisted on hugging me to crush it, so you can't dislike it.

Naturally, Pu Ziwen would not dislike it, he took the bouquet of flowers, and by the way, he also took Zhu Bo's hand to deliver the flowers.

He thought that Zhu Bo would smile and stare at him to let him go.

However, Zhu Bo didn't say anything this time, and he didn't break free, as if he was holding hands with peace of mind.

Pu Ziwen's heart was in full bloom like a flower, he heard Zhu Bo tell him.

"Brother Wen, congratulations on your successful performance."

Zhu Bo was about to speak when he interrupted him. Pu Ziwen looked down at Zhu Bo, and then looked up at Zhu Bo.

"Shouldn't you say happy birthday to me next, and then the flowers will be the gift?"

Pu Ziwen realized that there was something wrong with his expression and continued.

"I'm not saying that dislike flowers are not good enough, I like them very much, but..." Pu Ziwen paused, "This birthday gift is far from what I expected..."

Pu Zi heard the lonely dog ​​whose expression couldn't be touched by the owner, and Zhu Bo laughed out loud after reading it.

"I didn't say anything, can you not play so much?"

Zhu Bo still didn't forget to complain: "It's better to put your brain on it if you don't need it, the ability to make up your brain is really strong."

After Zhu Bo finished speaking, he withdrew his hand from Pu Ziwen, and Pu Ziwen thought that Zhu Bo was angry.

However, the opponent's next action made his heart skip a beat.

Zhu Bo took out a very long blue ribbon from his pocket, and then Zhu Bo tied the ribbon back and forth a few knots.

A bow-shaped knot was tied by Zhu Bo, and then Zhu Bo reached out and wrapped the remaining blue ribbon around his waist.

Zhu Bo put his hands behind his back and tied the ribbon with a buckle behind his waist.

"Is this the same as you expected?"

Zhu Bo, who tied the bow tie, raised his arms and asked him.

Pu Ziwen's breath was stagnant, and then he listened to Zhu Bo continue talking.

"Brother Wen, I wish you a happy birthday."

As soon as the voice fell, fireworks rose in the nearby sky, which was specially applied for by the concert organizer for the event.

Colorful fireworks exploded in the sky, and the flames hit the two people.

Zhu Bo looked at Pu Ziwen and suddenly reached out to wipe the corner of his eyes. When he raised his eyes again, Zhu Bo could clearly see the tears.

Pu Ziwen nodded, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"It's my favorite one."

After Pu Ziwen finished speaking, a tear rolled down the corner of his eye.

Zhu Bo got closer, and carefully raised his hand to wipe away his tears with his fingertips.

"Brother Wen, you are such an adult, how can you cry when you cry?"

Pu Ziwen's tears were still falling, and his voice became more and more difficult to suppress.

"Because it's too unreal," Pu Ziwen smiled through tears, "also because I like it too much."

"I like it so much, I want to be very good to him, but I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid I'm not doing well enough to give him all the good things."

"Zhu Bo, what do you think is wrong with me?" Pu Ziwen looked over with sincere eyes.

Zhu Bo's eyes were also a little watery, and he slightly raised his hand to wipe away tears for the other party, Zhu Bo raised his head and gently comforted Pu Ziwen's hair.

"It's okay, you have been very good to me."

"Don't cry, you are ugly when you cry."

Zhu Bo suddenly thought of the last time, when Pu Ziwen learned that he might be surrounded and beaten by Huangmao, Pu Ziwen resolutely dropped the ball game he had prepared for a long time and ran towards him.

Zhu Bo was also thinking about not letting him cry.

Thinking about it now, he might have already developed a good impression at that time.

So when Pu Ziwen said in tears that he wanted to treat him better, Zhu Bo could be very sure of the other party's feelings for him.

True love is never every edited love sentence that is glamorous and perfect.

At this moment, this person is crying and saying that he likes him, regardless of his somewhat messy face, it is true.

Zhu Bo smiled softly at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his other hand and put it on Pu Ziwen's face together so that the other party could watch him.

"Brother Wen, I like you very much too."

"I want to be with you this time, do you hear me?"

As soon as Zhu Bo's words came out, Pu Ziwen's tears fell like a broken thread.

He nodded solemnly: "I heard."

Zhu Bo touched his face, took two steps closer to him, and was about to get close to him. He pulled Pu Ziwen's head to a position parallel to his line of sight.

The two pressed their foreheads against each other, their breaths were so hot that they were about to intertwine.

Zhu Bo said: "Stop crying, I don't like my boyfriend crying."

Pu Ziwen suppressed his sobs and nodded: "Listen to my boyfriend."

Zhu Bo smiled, and when the grand fireworks exploded in the sky, Zhu Bo took the initiative to kiss the other party's cool lips.

Pu Ziwen was startled by this sudden movement, and after reacting, he gently regained all the initiative.

Under the colorful fireworks, Pu Ziwen hugs Zhu Bo very tightly.

The author has something to say: Xiao Pu: My wife gets it!

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