Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

Tang Mufan lied. He actually still had a little savings. On the way back, he bought a dozen catties of crayfish, and dragged out a suitcase of seasonings from under the bed like a treasure.

"Brothers brought them all the way back, how about some face?"

"Ok?"

When it comes to giving him a face, Jiang Qiao really just gave him a face.He originally wanted to do a favor, but later found that the cleaning process was too complicated, so he gave up.

He sat at the best angle, not only free from the smoke, but also able to see all Tang Mufan's movements and expressions.

A day ago, the picture of Tang Mufan showing off with his guitar in his arms was still clearly engraved in his mind. At this time, the picture of cutting onions is also deeply rooted in people's hearts. Who can combine an apron with a rock boy?

But soon, Jiang Qiao discovered that these two things still have something in common in essence.

No matter on the stage or in the kitchen, Tang Mufan would not allow anyone's little eyes to ignore him.

The preparatory work was completed, and Tang Mufan started to fry the lobster, and the annoying point came out. He always asked Jiang Qiao to deliver this, and even thought of the possibility that Jiang Qiao would not recognize it in advance, so he would directly describe what he wanted to do. What does the bottle look like.

"Yellow bottle."

"Blue Dumpty."

"That, that, that red bag,"

Jiang Qiao felt rather irritable, but seeing the crayfish in the pot getting redder and brighter, but because of this passive sense of participation, he actually felt that he was even more delicious.

After falling out with his agent, Jiang Qiao booked a ten-country tour and spent more than a month abroad, wanting to die for this familiar taste.

Because of the hard work, and because of waiting long enough, these ten catties of lobster Jiangqiao tasted extraordinarily delicious.

About a third of the time was left, Xiao Jiu, the most thoughtful drummer, asked a question.

"Boss, this pretty boy still has a head injury. Is it not good to eat such a greasy food?"

Tang Mufan licked the red oil on his lower lip, frowning slightly in thought.

The keyboard next to her with hair dyed creamy blonde said, "You're only mentioning it now, and I reasonably suspect that you want to eat more."

Tang Mufan didn't speak, but glanced at Jiang Qiao.

This person made his own scarf, and occupied all their disposable gloves by himself. The movement of peeling the shrimp is elegant and skillful, and the whole person looks a little more than the shrimp.

So Tang Mufan pushed the rest to him.

"Eat as much as you want, you won't die anyway."

Jiang Qiao thought so too, so he ate until his belly burst, and he collapsed that night.

In order to show his hospitality, Tang Mufan gave him the only single bed, and made a rough floor beside the bed, with his long straight legs sticking out to play wild.

Jiang Qiao's state in the second half of the night was that he got out of bed carefully, stepped on his leg, groped to the bathroom, groped back after finishing, and stepped over his leg carefully to get into bed.

I don't know how many times to repeat it, when Jiang Qiao was lying on the bed collapsed, Tang Mufan suddenly sat up and smiled against the wall.

"You're stupid."

"Let you eat, you really eat until you die."

"How old are you?"

Ask three times.

Jiang Qiao clutched his stomach weakly, lying on his side looking at the laughing Tang Mufan.

A beam of light from a street lamp happened to shine in, and the young man's clear outline, protruding Adam's apple, and thin shoulders were all clearly reflected in his eyes.

Swish—there should be this sound, or it might not.

Tang Mufan suddenly approached, and his handsome face magnified in front of Jiang Qiao's eyes. It was because he moved too fast that the light hadn't reacted, and Jiang Qiao was almost blinded by his light at that moment.

Jiang Qiao hummed weakly.

Kind of hard to sleep.

"Would you like to talk?"

Tang Mufan snorted and asked what he was talking about.

"You guys...what's the situation?" It didn't look like they were foreign students either.

Tang Mufan opened a can of Coke and said, "Xiaojiu's girlfriend wants to be an exchange student here for a year. He is reluctant, and our band can't be separated, so we came here together."

Jiang Qiao just wanted to say awesome after hearing this.

"How old are you."

"It's almost 20."

Without waiting for him to ask, Tang Mufan introduced to him again with his fingers: "The keyboard is called milk, just after his 18th birthday, and the bass is called Baboon, 19."

As the name suggests, the Milkman has very fair skin and half-length hair dyed milky golden.The baboon, wearing black-rimmed glasses, was the most down-to-earth looking of the bunch.

"The drummer is Xiaojiu, that little dreadlock, 17 years old, fell in love with a school bully, it's exhausting."

Jiang Qiao thought that teenagers should sneer at love, especially those rock boys who don't take the usual path, but he didn't expect them to walk the tightrope for brotherly love and come to this foreign country to live like a dog and a cat. day.

After careful consideration, Jiang Qiao spit out a perfect answer: "As expected of you."

Tang Mufan chuckled a few times, the pride and arrogance that couldn't be hidden in the laughter.

The frail Jiang Qiao spent the most useless period of his life in the next week. He was supported by four poor teenagers doing odd jobs.

Jiang Qiao had no identity to hide, but none of these guys recognized him, and they even turned a blind eye to the Hermes wallet he left beside the bed.

The work on the bar street was ruined, and no new performance opportunities have been found yet. The four of them can only go to the nearest park square to perform during the day, and go to the restaurant to wash dishes at night. After returning, they have to fight wits with the landlord who is trying to raise the rent every day. fight bravely.

Because of Jiang Qiao's overindulgence in the face of crayfish, he added new injuries to his old wounds. He recuperated for three days, before Tang Mufan and the others ran for a day.

What surprised him was that these teenagers enjoyed the busy time very much. Even if they were exposed to the sun, even if they were chased away by merchants, even if they were paid protection fees by local snakes before opening, they still didn't see any disappointment in their eyes.

The sun is burning.

The weak Jiang Qiao couldn't bear it any longer, so he found a shady place outside a cafe and sat down.

The waiter came over and asked what he wanted.

"Can I have a piece of paper and a pen?"

The waiter struggled with the menu for three seconds, smiled and nodded: "ohyes."

Jiang Qiao successfully got what he wanted, and tried to write, but found that the thoughts in his mind were tangled up in a ball of twine, and he couldn't write suitable lyrics at all.

Intermission.

Tang Mufan brought two drinks from the shop next door, and they landed in front of him with a 'boom'.

Jiang Qiao saw the waiters walking two steps with warm smiles, and saw that they brought their own, so he returned to the shop with a cold face.

Jiang Qiao questioned in a low voice: "Isn't that good?"

Tang Mufan held the glass straw in his mouth, watched him ponder for half a second, and nodded.

"Come."

The two went back to the shop where he had just bought a drink with a glass each. Jiang Qiao realized that this behavior was extremely stupid when he sat down.

Tang Mufan was the first to laugh out loud, holding his belly and laughing so hard that his back molars could be seen.

Jiang Qiao sat lazily on the chair across from him, his eyes flew around casually, and finally fell on Tang Mufan.

With a straw in his mouth, the boy turned his head to look at all kinds of passers-by.

Most of the people who come here are tourists. They walk slowly, and they are happy or sad, or numb or happy, looking at everything in front of them.

Tang Mufan said: "The meaning of travel is not to let go and escape, but to find a small and true self in a strange environment. Sending a mayfly to the world, a drop in the ocean, and looking back, all the sorrows are pitifully small."

When he was talking, he was playing with the transparent glass in his hand boredly. The fingers on the glass were slender and white, with well-defined joints. For the convenience of playing the piano, the nails were trimmed very short, revealing the pale pink fingertips.

Jiang Qiao saw his gaze withdraw from the travelers and meet his gaze.

"Actually, I'm farting."

"There is no such thing as empathy in this world. One person can never imagine what another person is suffering in the heart. Everyone says that it will be fine to get through the present, and time can heal all pain, but in fact, every minute and every second is Suffering, that is, not even a second can survive."

"You don't have to be too sad, your friend just chose to be relieved."

Jiang Qiao didn't dare to look directly at Tang Mufan's black and white eyes all the time. He looked down at the other's fingers, and when he looked carefully, he could actually see the Qin cocoon.

Tang Mufan put his fingers on the glass table and tapped lightly: "If you want to vent your anger, you might as well find a way to wipe out the scumbag's property."

Jiang Qiao tilted his head slightly, and tapped the same rhythm as his fingers.

He didn't want to listen to a boy who was five years younger than him comfort him, and tried to say a sentence in a normal tone: "I just need a little time, and it won't take too long."

"what."

Tang Mufan smiled extremely perfunctorily, clinked glasses with him perfunctorily, then drank the drink in the glass, and went back to performing arts.

This stop is another half day.

Jiang Qiao sat in the coffee shop and waited for them to get off work for dinner. The teenage boy was really in good shape. He only ate a few packets of instant noodles at noon, and he didn't feel tired after dancing all day.

The time to call it a day and go home is six o'clock.

Tang Mufan yelled at a few brothers, moved the drum kit into the shop of the owner of a clothing store with a good relationship, swung the guitar on his back, and raised his chin at Jiang Qiao who was still sitting there.

"Let's go."

Jiang Qiao got up and walked towards them, walking on the way home with the setting sun. It felt like a group of middle school students returning home from school, going to the stadium, or going to an Internet cafe.

When Jiang Qiao was studying, most of the courses were completed at home by teachers. Even if he had to go to school for exams, he would be picked up by car. He had never had such an experience, watching Xiaojiu walking backwards with his drum stick In the front, he felt that the picture was very fresh.

"Boss, he said that their school will have a graduation party next week, and we can go to perform."

Tang Mufan raised his handsome eyebrows: "Go."

The people next to him echoed: "We must go!"

"During this performance, move your drum to the front, and then make a cool hairstyle, and you can proudly introduce to her classmates: This handsome drummer is my boyfriend."

"I think it's possible!" Xiaojiu was so excited that he almost swung his drum sticks away, but he was also a little worried: "But the boss looks so good, you guys are not bad. How about you all behind the curtain, in front of you?" Just leave me alone."

Tang Mufan raised his leg and kicked: "Get out of here."

Jiang Qiao was walking on the right side of Tang Mufan, his eyes never leaving the side of the boy's face, when he heard this sentence, he pursed his lower lip, carefully found the right angle and joined the young man's topic.

"Actually, the aesthetics of the East and the West are different. In their eyes, the four of you may all look the same."

Tang Mufan looked at him, Xiaojiu looked at him, Milk and Baboon also looked at him, Jiang Qiao pursed his lips in embarrassment, as if the angle was not right, the five-year-old gap was astonishingly wide.

"Ah."

No one paid any attention to him, so Jiang Qiao echoed himself, then pretended not to be embarrassed, and calmly moved his gaze forward.

Tang Mufan stretched out his arms and put them on his shoulders, sticking them very close, the heat of his breath almost sprayed on his neck.

"how about you."

Jiang Qiao said, "I'm not the same."

He thought he was so popular, but in fact he was just a small world, not to mention international friends, none of the four compatriots recognized him.

After walking for a while, they came to the parking lot. Jiang Qiao had climbed into the back seat of Tang Mufan's car very skillfully, and waited for who would start first, and the rest of them howled.

"When mountains have no edges—"

"When the river stops flowing—"

"When time stands still, day and night—"

"Everything in the sky and the earth turned into nothingness—"

Every time Jiang Qiao participated in their group activity, he would laugh so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, because the singing was so ugly. Except for Tang Mufan's tune, the others were purely howling. After howling too loudly The only tuneable lead singer started to go off track after a while.

As a musician, a singer who has conquered the world with his singing skills, Jiang Qiao really feels his ears are hot.

But this kind of 'lyrical' chorus is quite appealing, especially when they are all singing familiar old songs.

After the chorus, he howled "ahhhh" for half a minute, the accompaniment entered the next verse, and Jiang Qiao proficiently hummed the next lyric.

After singing a few lines, he found that the air was very quiet.

"Forgot the words?"

He poked his head forward and looked at Tang Mufan's profile.

Kugai Tang Mufan didn't hold back his smile, showing half a row of white teeth, and cursed with a smile: "Fuck."

Jiang Qiao thought to himself: Did you reveal your stuff?