The correct posture to kill a rival

A claustrophobic room - all sides are tightly wrapped by clean mirrors, and even the back of the door is a mirror that can fit seamlessly with the whole room.

The harsh high-wattage incandescent lamps in the four corners were still working diligently.

The mirrors reflect each other, there is you in me, and there is me in you-the dense suffocation and dizziness rush to the face, cutting the nerves like a saw.

Suddenly, the incandescent lamp went out, leaving only a little heat in the overwhelming darkness and air.

It seems that the world has also been pressed the pause button.

Everything is silent and breathless.

Immediately afterwards, a flood of applause tore the space apart.

Accompanied by the applause is the kind of light that belongs only to discotheques.

I don't know when the incandescent lamp has become a "traffic light" - colorful light shuttles and refracts between the mirrors, and finally merges into a rainbow of seven colors in the center of the room.

The applause was replaced by the sound of the guitar, and a powerful fifth chord was drained like a strong drink——

Slowly walking out of the colorful rainbow is the radiant man on the stage—he is carrying a red and white electric guitar, and uses the notes leaking from his fingertips to paint a colorful rock world.

A bright red petal fell from the sky.

As if a switch was turned on, two, three, four, five... Countless petals spun in the reflection of the mirror, covering the sky and covering the earth.

A girl in a holy white dress gradually changed from virtual to real in the rain of petals.

That is the "first beauty" in his heart - an existence that all kinds of beauties in the movie cannot compete with.

She lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, dancing lightly.

Spirits infused with clear springs—

After the complementary chemical reaction, it is even more delicious.

Boys playing guitar and girls dancing.

They are such a good match.

then...

Intriguing.

The scene changes abruptly—while his nerves are still being cut.

The boy in the middle of the room slowly changed his face.

The girl next to her bent her smiling eyes into crescent moons.

When the face of the boy playing the guitar surfaced, a thunderbolt from the blue sky shattered his various dreams without warning——

Ye Qilu suddenly sat up from the bed.

The heart is still beating violently.

He didn't see a ghost, but it was more terrifying than seeing a ghost.

The last boy's face was clearly his own!

The boy who played the guitar changed from Yi Yunshu to Ye Qilu?

And Zuo Shan next to her didn't feel the slightest sense of surprise?

He stretched out his hands slowly, the touch of pressing and picking the strings was so real, so real that he couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality in a trance.

However, he was pulled back to reality by the small voice from beside him.

Ye Qilu turned his face sideways, under the cold and dim moonlight, there was a person sitting there leaning against the wall, not knowing what he was doing.

He raised his arm and turned on the light.

Then he was completely petrified.

Yi Yunshu's mouth was stuffed, and he was still holding a half-eaten white steamed bun in his hand. At this moment, he was staring straight at Ye Qilu—obviously he was also frightened by this sudden meeting.

The two looked at each other from both sides of the big bed, and after a few minutes, Ye Qilu spoke first to break the silence——

"what are you doing?"

It was only then that Yi Yunshu came to his senses, and quickly chewed and swallowed what was in his mouth, just like when he first met, he raised the spade K in his hand to give it to Ye Qilu, exactly the same movement, except this time For the first time, it changed from a full-fledged spade K to a half-gnawed white steamed bun.

He looked knowingly asking, "Can't you tell? I'm hungry and I'm eating steamed buns."

Ye Qilu: "..."

Yi Yunshu glanced at Ye Qilu, took another bite of steamed buns, "I took two steamed buns from your house, I'm not free, one is a dime, and I'll give it to you tomorrow."

"..." Ye Qilu let out a "puchi" laugh—fortunately, in his dream, the other party was standing proudly and brightly in the colorful rainbow, but in reality, he was squatting in the corner of the dark bed secretly eating steamed buns.

Yi Yunshu gritted his teeth: "What are you laughing at? Are you kidding me with you?"

"Stop it," Ye Qilu was still smiling, "You're still like this?"

Yi Yunshu stopped talking.

"What time is it?" After Ye Qilu asked, he looked at the clock hanging above the door, "It's 02:30?"

Yi Yunshu sighed, "I didn't eat in the evening, I moved the equipment in the afternoon, rehearsed backstage, and then went on stage, you know what happened after that, I haven't got a bite to eat, I'm starving to death. "

"There's mustard at home, why don't you get some, why don't you just eat steamed buns so stubborn?" Ye Qilu picked up his cotton-padded jacket and trousers from the corner of the bed and put them on, "I'll make some. I'm a little hungry, and I've eaten less than half of the noodles for dinner."

Yi Yunshu was taken aback, "Can you still cook?"

Ye Qilu shrugged, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, and I won't do it."

"..." Yi Yunshu thought for a while, then put on a cotton coat and followed Ye Qilu to the kitchen.

Facts have proved that Ye Qilu really doesn't know how to cook, he can only cook three things: fried rice with eggs, scrambled eggs with rice, and scrambled eggs with eggs.

There is no ready-made white rice at home, it would be too troublesome to cook the rice first, so Ye Qilu chose his specialty "scrambled eggs".

He cracked five eggs in a bowl, heated up a wok, poured some soybean oil and started frying.

Seeing Ye Qilu's blunt way of swinging the shovel, Yi Yunshu knew that the other party really wasn't lying... At this level, he was someone who hadn't cooked for hundreds of years.

After the scrambled eggs came out of the pan, Ye Qilu didn't bother to set up the dining table, the two of them stood by the stove, ate a bite of scrambled eggs and steamed buns.

Yi Yunshu thinks the taste is pretty good - even though the scrambled eggs of people on earth all have the same egg flavor...

Ye Qilu asked Yi Yunshu while eating: "The song that I sang at night is quite connotative. Did you write it yourself?"

Yi Yunshu asked back: "So you think I'm so powerful?"

"I don't know either." Ye Qilu said.

"Of course not." Yi Yunshu took a bite of scrambled eggs, "That's the famous song "D" by the American psychedelic rock band RS, my favorite band, bar none."

Ye Qilu thought for a while, "The Door? The Door Band?"

"Translate it casually, we call it the Damen Band." Yi Yunshu continued, "This band is not well-known here. Usually, people still listen to Hong Kong, Taiwan and Japan more, mainly because there are many sources of songs. Damen's I burned that tape after a lot of hard work, and it is the first one in Beijing."

Ye Qilu blinked, and asked again: "Then how long have you been playing music?"

Yi Yunshu didn't say the specific number, but just answered in general: "A few years."

Since the other party didn't want to talk about it, Ye Qilu wouldn't stalk him to ask.

The two ate up the last bit of eggs, ran back to bed, turned off the light and continued to sleep.

They barely spoke to each other afterwards.

Ye family's bed is very big, one person occupies one side, no one pays attention to others, and sleeps by himself.

In the morning, Ye Qilu was woken up by a knock on the door followed by "Brother Qilu".

Ye Qilu leaned against the window and shouted outside: "Wait a minute!"

Yi Yunshu grunted a few times in dissatisfaction, apparently also woken up.

Ye Qilu put on his clothes, brushed his teeth and washed his face as quickly as possible, and opened the door——

Thick eyebrows and big eyes, awe-inspiring.

It was Fu Chuanxin.

"Brother Qilu," he handed the things in his hands to Ye Qilu, "I'm here to give you peaches."

Ye Qilu picked up the bag and saw that it was really pink peaches, "It's winter, where did you get the peaches?"

"My father has a Tiecier that he just came back from the south. He brought it back," Fu Chuanxin said with a smile. "I ate one in the morning. It's so sweet! So I'll send some to your family."

"Oh, thank you~" Ye Qilu had just finished speaking when a person floated past him.

Fu Chuanxin was immediately dumbfounded—his gaze chased after the man, watching the man holding a glass of water, standing in the corner of the yard slowly rinsing his mouth—and then followed the man back.

"You are..." Fu Chuanxin raised his eyebrows high, "You are Yi Yunshu?"

Not only Yi Yunshu, but even Ye Qilu was surprised, "You know him?"

"Of course!" Fu Chuan danced excitedly, "Brother Qilu, don't you know that I like rock and roll? Yi Yunshu, he's been famous in the industry for a long time! How did you put porcelain on him?"

Ye Qilu gave a "cut" and said with a slight disdainful smile, "Who put porcelain on him?" After he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something, so he grabbed Fu Chuanxin's arm and dragged him into the room, saying in a low voice. Ask: "Chuanxin, let me ask you something, when you came from the intersection in the morning, did you see Leizi?"

Fu Chuanxin nodded cautiously, and said in a deep voice, "I don't know what's going on today. There were quite a few of them at the intersection early in the morning. They were so sour with Uncle He at the door of the bean juice store. I didn't hear the truth, it seemed like I was looking for someone—oh, I see, isn't it Yi Yunshu?"

Ye Qilu nodded slightly.

but……

Soy sauce store?Lao He?

what happened?

Ye Qilu turned his head and asked Yi Yunshu, who was eating steamed buns, "Isn't Lao He just a soy sauce master? What do those naughty masters and Lei Zi mean by going to Lao He to find fault with Zhao Zhidong and you? What is it?"

Yi Yunshu looked at Ye Qilu, then gave Fu Chuanxin another look, and after a long time, he said softly, "He is a senior."

Ye Qilu: "..."

In any case, Ye Qilu never imagined that Master Douzhier, who often played chess with him, would be a rock senior!

Horses and cows are irrelevant to the extreme!

Just when Ye Qilu fell into deep thought, he suddenly noticed the sneaky person hiding behind the gate of the courtyard.

"Who?!"

Ye Qilu chased after him.

The boy immediately turned around and strode away.

Fu Chuanxin chased after Ye Qilu's footsteps, just one glance was enough to recognize the figure from behind - he grabbed Ye Qilu's hand suddenly, and said in surprise and anxiety, "Brother Qilu, Liwen! That's Liwen! He must be Know that Lei Zi at the intersection is going to catch Yi Yunshu!"

"Fuck!" Ye Qilu cursed, "He must have seen the three of us!"

Sure enough, within a minute, Fu Liwen's voice was heard from a distance——

"Uncle policeman, it's there! It's there! That's the one! The one named Ye! That's right!"