Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

The difference between the voices of amateurs and professional singers is very, very large. Professional singers have a steady breath, and their emotions and skills are integrated. Even people who don't understand music can hear it, let alone Tang Mufan and the others who are on the scene.

Xiaojiu was the first to notice it, and also the first to ask questions: "Brother Qiao sings so well! It sounds familiar."

But the elder brothers always liked to squeeze out the youngest but only non-single brother, his voice was covered again.

"Brother Qiao, say one more thing, this voice is so good!"

For the sake of his own ears and to thank them for their care these days, Jiang Qiao was not stingy. When he cut to the next accompaniment, he began to hum along with the music.

"A Bridge of Fate".

This is a song sung by a man and a woman. No matter which part it is, it is a test of singing skills. The female voice has a high pitch, and there are a few lyrics to be sung.

Jiang Qiao has been idle fishing for nearly a month and hasn't sung a song properly. As the saying goes, if a knife is not sharpened, it will rust, and if it is not practiced, it will stretch its hips——

"When talking about love and hate, don't be careless. The drums are beating and beating, and I will make an oath with trust."

Fortunately, during the chorus, others finally remembered the lyrics and joined the chorus.

Jiang Qiao lowered his voice, thinking he was lucky: it's okay, it's okay, he almost smashed his own signboard - although these stinky brothers don't know his signboard yet.

After singing, Milk's car speeded up and kept pace with Tang Mufan's car, and he approached Jiang Qiao to ask.

"Brother Qiao, do you like men? Are you gay? What do you think of me?"

The stinky brother deserves to be a stinky brother, but if he doesn't sing, he will become a blockbuster.

Others pissed him off.

"You bastard, you have to control yourself!"

"Fart, brother pure 1."

Jiang Qiao's lips moved slightly, feeling a little nervous.

"Sorry, we bumped into models."

After three seconds of silence, the milk gave a 'fuck' sound, and the matter was lightly turned over.

Jiang Qiao played and sang along with them, but his thoughts kept drifting away.

He is considered a deep cabinet. He knew the difference between himself and the people around him since he was a teenager, but he never told anyone.

Because he doesn't think there is anything worth mentioning about this matter, and because no one of the same sex has touched his heartstrings, so his gay life is different from the movies he watched when expressing his physical desires, and other aspects are the same as the heterosexuals around him. People are no different.

But even so, it was the first time he confessed the grand "coming out" in his fantasy so lightly, and he still felt a little unknown melancholy in his heart.

Arrive at the rental house.

Tang Mufan was in charge of dinner and supper, Jiang Qiao was not even in the mood to help the cook, so he took a Tang Mufan T-shirt and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Just halfway through the wash, there was a sudden movement at the door.

When Jiang Qiao turned his head, Milk came in with his upper body bare.

"Brother Qiao, let's go together."

Jiang Qiao didn't think there was anything wrong at this time. After all, he didn't think of himself as a gay, and there weren't many gays around him, so he didn't know the safe distance between gays and gays.

He stroked his hair, and his tone was even gentle: "I'll be fine soon, you wait at the door."

Milk's face was very red, and the monkey's butt was so red.

He opened the door and walked in shyly.

"Let's go together."

"!"

It was only at this moment that Jiang Qiao realized that something was wrong. He was so frightened that the soap fell off. He quickly drenched himself, put on a T-shirt and rushed out.

"You wash slowly by yourself."

Looks like Milk lied about the model number issue.

Jiang Qiao stood in Tang Mufan's room drying his hair, took off his half-wet T-shirt and changed into another one.

When Tang Mufan came in to get a cigarette, he grabbed his arm.

"what happened?"

Jiang Qiao, the top student in liberal arts in the college entrance examination in the past, didn't know what to say. Should it be said that your brother tried to sleep with me, or that your brother tried to be slept by me?

He took a sip irritably, and pushed Tang Mufan out again.

"fine."

Tang Mufan scratched his hair, feeling baffled, and continued to look at the twice-cooked pork in his pot.

Jiang Qiao sat on the creaking single bed.

The mood was shocked at first, then dull, and finally laughed out weakly.

He's got a bunch of shit going on here.

It's fun being young.

Jiang Qiao picked up the phone whose screen hadn't been turned on for a few days by the bedside, and pressed the power button.

There are a lot of unread messages, from parents, friends, and partners. He read it but didn't reply, so he sent a message and wrote two words—it's okay.

The latest news came from Xiao Xitong, who directly called back.

Xi Tong said on the phone: "I've heard about Lanzhu, I know you're there. It's okay, you have fun, relax, I'll take care of everything."

Jiang Qiao felt grateful for hearing such words at this time.

"Thanks, buddy."

Xi Tong said: "I asked my friends over there to help, tell me how much you want to achieve, Luo Ye wants to meet you."

Jiang Qiao couldn't tell.

He watched Lan Zhu and his boyfriend Luo Ye walk along the way. He couldn't do such a thing, but as long as Luo Ye was still alive, he wouldn't feel comfortable watching him no matter what state he was in.

With the towel on his head, he said in a very calm tone: "You can do whatever you want, anyway, no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to come back."

Xi Tong on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and asked him: "Then when will you come back?"

"almost."

After saying these words, Jiang Qiao realized that he met these teenagers by chance. They are people from different worlds. After passing by, they may never meet again.

It's not such an unforgettable meeting, but I just think it might be interesting to have this group of stinky brothers in my future life.

"Hey."

Jiang Qiao didn't know how long he was in a daze, he only got up when Tang Mufan called him.

"Is the meal ready?"

Tang Mufan crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame to look at him.

"Why are you so proficient."

Jiang Qiao said: "Idiots are not good at eating."

He squeezed away from Tang Mufan and went to wash his hands.

The person behind him didn't leave, but just followed him.

"I told Milk that he won't come to harass you in the future."

Well, he still knows such a shameful thing.

After Jiang Qiao washed his hands, he took a handful of water to wash his face, and looked at him with a wet face.

"What did you say?"

Tang Mufan stood behind Jiang Qiao, looking at the face in the mirror.

The condition of the group rented house is poor, and the condition of the bathroom is naturally very simple.

The only remaining mirror has several cracks and various unknown stains. In this mirror, Jiang Qiao's almost perfect face looks like a fairy in a painting who strayed into the mortal world.

His jet-black hair was a little naturally curly, and after soaking in water, it clung to his cheeks softly. His facial features were very beautiful, and his facial lines were slender and delicate, but he didn't look feminine at all.Fair skin, from face to hands to feet, the only blemish is the pimples on the forehead from the greasy supper and beer.

In fact, Tang Mufan knew at the first sight that Jiang Qiao had a lot of background. This exquisite skin was made with money since he was a child. Ordinary nouveau riche can't afford the exquisite and elegant dining habits. Hundreds of millions left.

Tang Mufan has been in the circle of foreign students for a long time, and has met many rich second generations, but he has never met a person like Jiang Qiao who feels that Jingui's behavior is so down-to-earth at a glance.

Jiang Qiao wiped off the water on his face with a disposable face towel, then folded the face towel neatly and threw it into the trash can, then turned to look at the dazed person behind him.

"Say, what did you say?"

Tang Mufan looked back, caught off guard, and looked into Jiang Qiao's amber pupils. He wiped the tip of his nose with his index finger, and said in a guilty voice, "I said you lied too, and you two clashed again."

Jiang Qiao gritted his teeth angrily: "You fart."

"Hahaha!"

Tang Mufan laughed so hard that he squatted on the ground and didn't stand up until someone called him.

"Boss!"

"coming."

Today's dinner is relatively simple, with three dishes and one soup, and one bowl of white rice for each person.

Jiang Qiao took the bowl that belonged to him from Xiaojiu. He always felt that there was a big bowl of rice scraped off the outside of the bowl. Holding the knife and fork, he questioned his soul that he had been holding back for several days: "Why do you insist that everyone Press and press to fill up a bowl, can't you eat it before adding more?"

When he said this, Tang Mufan was frantically whipping the backs of other people's hands with chopsticks.

"One chicken leg per person, why grab it!"

"Zhu Babo, are your chopsticks rakes? You took half of the plate at once?"

Tang Mufan slowed down a bit, and there was only half of his chicken leg left.

Milk, the culprit who kidnapped the other half, said shamelessly, "Boss, I can't blame it, it's stuck!"

Tang Mufan glared at him, then remembered Jiang Qiao's question, grabbed his bowl, and skimmed half of the rice into the pot.

"You try first."

Before Jiang Qiao figured out what he wanted to try, he saw that there were very few dishes left on the table, and there was still a small 'corner' on each plate, which was the last tenderness left for him.

Tang Mufan's cooking skills are good, every dish is very good for rice, Jiang Qiao finished the rice in the bowl, and wanted to add more rice.

Oh, it's gone.

It turned out to be this try.

Jiang Qiao put down his chopsticks, stroked his [-]% full stomach, and comforted himself: Enough, I used to eat so much for every meal, why are I eating more and more because of grabbing food these days.

Tang Mufan has the nausea of ​​most of the 'chefs' - only cooks and doesn't wash the dishes, basically slumped on the chair after eating, and said with a toothpick: "Who should do the dishes today."

Xiaojiu said: "I washed it, after I washed it, it's time for milk!"

Milk said: "I washed it too!"

The baboon said, "I've had my turn too, it's time to—"

Three pairs of eyes looked over at the same time. Jiang Qiao wanted to be funny, but when he saw the messy dining table, he lay back and covered his stomach.

"Sorry, I'm a guest, please come on."

After a round of rounds, we finally started with small drinks.

Jiang Qiao didn't give money and didn't work hard, so he was very embarrassed to eat free food, but it was very enjoyable.

He tilted his head back and looked at the sky above his head. Only when he looked at the sky could he find a sense of familiarity in this strange country.

The phone hasn't stopped since it was turned on.

At this time, Jiang Qiao took out his mobile phone to send messages back and forth. He didn't read anything else but Xi Tong's message.

"The dispute with your agent has been resolved for you. The other party apologized publicly and donated all the illegal gains. As for the company, I also asked for a two-month long vacation for you, and my company's public relations manager was transferred to help you deal with it. Some follow-up matters, as for uncles and aunts, I also did work for you, they expressed their understanding and hoped that you would call them back."

Jiang Qiao exited the chat interface, found out his father's phone number, thought about it, but still didn't call.

In the end, he logged into his Weibo.

The 'plagiarism' incident caused very little shock. After all, he has never caused any scandals since his debut, nor has he had any outrageous scandals. Most fans and passers-by are more willing to believe him.

The final truth is that the manager has been stealing his scrap manuscripts to sell, and he later used the abandoned songs in his mind, and on the other hand, the singer who accepted his songs actually sent them to him earlier than him. Half a month before there was a misunderstanding of 'plagiarism'.

It only took a week from 'being plagiarized' to finding out the truth, but what really hurt Jiang Qiao was the actions of his agent who had followed him for ten years and his ridiculous attitude of admitting his mistakes.

"It was originally a waste manuscript you discarded. What if I take out the things you don't want to make some money? You rich men, how do you know what is suffering in the world, how do you know what is suffering?"

Jiang Qiao still can't understand until now, how he yelled out this strange concept of "I'm weak but I'm justified" so confidently.

From commentary points to personal works, he thought of the past bits and pieces, and the ups and downs he had experienced together seemed so ridiculous now.

He closed the page and asked Tang Mufan.

"Have you ever released an album?"

Tang Mufan seemed to have heard some important topic, straightened up, and his eyes were shining when he looked at Jiang Qiao.

"of course."

He moved to Jiang Qiao's side, took out his mobile phone and clicked on the music player to start sharing.

Despite his extremely fast hand speed, Jiang Qiao saw that the entire album had just run out.

"Shocking... Shocking the world?"

From the moment he saw the name of their album, Jiang Qiao began to frowned, but he also knew that most of the rock bands were more independent and weird, with a special set of 'aesthetics', but when he listened to When it came to the lyrics, he found that he was thinking too much. This is pure secondary school. The over ten thousand views probably accounted for half of the friendship.

He recited the lyrics he heard.

"At a glance, I'm standing on the edge of the flames.

The world is impermanent, and the dreams of the past cannot be found.

I was born to be useful.

It's like writing with the help of a dragon. "

I'm really shocked by Nima, is there any connection between the previous sentence and the previous sentence?

"You wrote it?"

"En." Tang Mufan's eyes were a little proud and a little apprehensive. He only listened to Jiang Qiao's half a song that day, and he knew that this person was also an expert.

What would experts say about him?

Jiang Qiao originally wanted to be as gentle as possible, after all, the opposite was a little brother, but his professionalism did not allow him to be gentle—after listening to such a song, he felt as if his ears had been plugged with SHI.

He hooked Tang Mufan's shoulder with his arm, leaned close to his ear, and asked softly, "Baby, do you know that there is a software called 'Tibetan Acrostic One-Key Generator'."

Tang Mufan was stunned for half a second, then angrily pushed him away.

"Hold."

Jiang Qiao stood up after him, stretched out his arms, wrapped his arms around the man's shoulders and dragged him back.

Such an action was actually a bit bold for the two who were not yet close, but Jiang Qiao boldly reached out his hand if he wanted to do it, and Tang Mufan didn't break away.

He ignored the explosive words in the second grade and concentrated on listening to the accompaniment.

The degree of completion of the piece is higher than what Jiang Qiao imagined, the rhythm catches people, the drum set is outstanding, the coordination effect of guitar and flute explodes, and the climax part also adds a big drum.With ideas, attitudes, and skills, if you change the lyrics to a better one, it may really have the taste of "shocking the world".

"Is this drum kit small wine? You released the album three years ago, when he was only 14 years old?"

That would be considered a genius.

Unexpectedly, Tang Mufan shrugged and looked back at him: "It's me."

"I was originally a drummer, but the lead singer and the guitar also left, so I had to do it myself, learning and selling now."

Jiang Qiao wasn't surprised by the band's replacement. A small band like theirs had no income and relied on love to generate electricity. They might get tired of playing at any time, but Jiang Qiao couldn't imagine that Tang Mufan, who was so skilled, could only practice for three years.

When Milk came back after throwing out the trash, he just heard them chatting here, so he actively joined the conversation.

"Boss, please find out who you are. You don't have the face to be the lead singer or the face of the band. You are not worthy of God's love."

Tang Mufan scolded, and there was a trace of no smile on the corner of his lips.

The position of the lead singer is the C position of the orchestra, and it is the absolute focus of the stage. It is the first thing the audience sees, and everyone wants it.

But except for Tang Mufan.

His favorite instrument is still the drum set, and his favorite position is still at the end of the stage.

He can sit and smile watching his teammates in the spotlight, setting off layer after layer of heat waves in the crowd.

And the lead singer stands too far in the front, too close to the light and glory. When flying, it is easy for people to forget that the flying wings are not their own, but are put on by their teammates.

However, he never said such words of being good-looking when he got a cheap one.