[Full-time master] Treading the waves

The boy lay on the glass, his facial features flattened, and he never stopped admiring.

Huang Shaotian rubbed his hair: "Do you know what you look like now? Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden."

"Huangcheng Gen." Lu Hanwen didn't turn his head, and didn't care about the hand that was messing with his hairstyle that he had tossed for a long time in the morning, and remained motionless, "It's just rich."

"Look at why you are so worthless. Our city G is one of the top ten thousand cities. Can you show some insight and show your usual aura of eating the people of the neighboring province?"

"The cultural background is different." The child finally turned his head and poked the glass, "Look, Young Master Huang, it's so majestic, so strict, so... well, doesn't it make people have the urge to kneel three times after seeing it? "

"Hey, hey, this kind of dross is not worth it." Huang Shaotian leaned over to look, "What is it?"

"That's all, I can't think of an adjective, you make up one yourself."

"What do you mean making one? You are still a high school student. How can you do it with such a serious vocabulary deficiency. How much did you score in the Chinese language test last month?...Okay, I'm wrong and I won't mention your sad things."

Lu Hanwen's admiration was not unreasonable. The night in City G is equally splendid, with lights and shadows floating among the row upon row of skyscrapers, but compared with City B, it lacks the long-term accumulation after all.When it fell asleep in the twilight, no one dared to disturb it until it woke up slowly, opened one eye and watched its people deeply, and wrapped the whole city in the closed palm.

The sightseeing elevator climbs to the highest point, and the lights of the vehicles under your feet are like rivers, so close and thousands of miles away.The elevator door opened, and Huang Shaotian grabbed the child's hood: "Okay, okay, don't look at it, hurry up, we're late. Alas, the kid should just stay in the hotel and study obediently, if you want to join in the fun...Lu Hanwen, you New Year's Day Have you finished your homework?"

"If you hurt my young heart like this again, I won't play with you." The boy puffed up his cheeks angrily, "What do you mean by joining in the fun? I'm also a legitimate all-star!"

Huang Shaotian stretched out his index finger to poke him, the puffer fish turned into a deflated balloon, and he enjoyed himself for a long time.

Lu Hanwen rolled his eyes: "Senior, you are really naive."

"...When will it be your turn to talk about me?"

There was a lot of noise in the box, there were at least twenty people, all the stars were present, and there were familiar faces in every corner.Just as Li Xuan got up, Huang Shaotian took his place unceremoniously.Chu Yunxiu was not surprised: "Why are you the only one? Where are Wen Zhou and Xiao Lu?"

"Wenzhou went to the museum by himself. Is there really a museum open at this point?" "This... I really don't know."

"Oh, forget it, don't worry about it, anyway, he has to think about life by himself. I think he is always thinking about life, maybe he will become a Buddha after retiring."

"Then, wouldn't you, Lan Yu, become justifiable... so what?"

"What? You have to make it clear about the issue of reputation."

"It's nothing. What about Xiao Lu?"

"Little Lu is here—hey, where is Xiao Lu?" Huang Shaotian stood up and searched around the box where the demons danced wildly, but he couldn't find his own little tail, "I'm sure I won't get lost, right? I was still there just now. Behind me!"

Wang Jiexi said, "I went next door with Yingjie."

"Next door?" Huang Shaotian came to his senses, "Oh, there are other people on your team, right? The brat hasn't had enough of fighting with that kid of yours yet?"

Wang Jiexi ignored him and continued talking to Xu Bin next to him.

Li Xuan, who came back from the karaoke stand, moved a soft stool and sat down at the table, a bit shorter than the others.Huang Shaotian patted his head lovingly: "Oh, Xiao Xuanzi."

Li Xuan opened his hand: "Roll, do you sing or not? Shut up if you don't sing."

"Let me tell you, you are so irritable, you will be taken to cook claypot rice in our city G."

Li Xuan forked a piece of watermelon: "Who are you staring at when you are talking to me?"

Chu Yunxiu agreed: "As soon as you come in, your eyes turn wildly, looking around. Tell me honestly, who are you looking at?"

"It depends, I'm counting the number of people." Huang Shaotian quickly snatched Li Xuan's next target pear. I only ate one bowl."

"Steal my position, and even steal my pears." Li Xuan was sad and indignant, "Young Master Huang, you are still human..."

Sun Xiang who suddenly appeared was very surprised: "Xu Jingxi can eat so much?"

"Isn't the point correct?" Chu Yunxiu asked, "Shaotian, do you order any songs?"

Sun Xiang lost his focus in an instant, and pointed to the self-absorbed person in front of the screen with a headache: "Hurry up and drag Tang Hao down, the magic sound fills my brain, I can't take it anymore. Hearing him howl again makes me want to hit someone."

"Your seven-stage love-hate relationship is resolved internally, and I will not participate."

"Then do you still sing or not?" Li Xuan said, "Although your talking is a bit annoying, your singing is not bad."

Not only is it not bad, but it stands out among a group of tone-deficient nerds. It has a tune and rhythm, and its voice quality is not bad. It also has its own Cantonese advantage. When you stand in front of Li Mai, you stand alone and sing a few bitter love songs in succession. He was so affectionate that it frightened people to death, he was not at all like the usual Huang Shaotian, but had a bit of the cold and serious shadow of Troubling Rain at Night.

Huang Shaotian, the God of Songs of a generation, hides his achievements and fame deeply, raised his finger and shook: "It's not that I won't sing, the time has not yet come. When the time comes, I will definitely sing."

Li Xuan's intuition was right, Huang Shaotian was indeed looking for someone, waiting for someone.If Yu Wenzhou was here, it would be clear at a glance, but it is a pity that he is not here. He is thinking about Heine and Mendeleev, thinking about Goethe and Monet, and walking into the cold wind in midwinter from the exit of Hepingmen on Line 2.

Sun Xiang was already here, and Tang Hao, who had just finished a song and came down, taunted each other and squandered the friendship of his contemporaries; Chuncheng has been enjoying himself more and more in recent years.

That's not the point.

So, what about Zhou Zekai?

When they were far from familiar, he had the ability to pick Zhou Zekai out of the crowd at a glance - this has been confirmed many times in the contestants.At that time, he didn't think about the deep meaning of this situation, but now that he thinks about it, it's called special.

That unexpected night more than a month ago made their relationship awkward, and Yu Wenzhou's hesitant analysis yesterday made him feel even more subtle.The momentum forced them to move away and to move closer. The tide pushed the huge whale to the shore, and then ran aground, with no room for maneuver.

He doesn't need that much oxygen, he'd rather be stranded in the ocean.

Chu Yunxiu called Dai Yanqi from the next door, and sang "Three People" with Su Mucheng.It doesn't matter whether you are out of tune or not, whether you are stepping on the beat or not, the important thing is that a group of old men finally have a clear and gentle female voice amidst their rough voices, crying ghosts and howling wolves, chatting, eating, playing dice, and stopping immediately When it came down, the audience responded with warm applause, and the waves were higher than the waves, almost covering the singing.

Zhou Zekai came back at such a time.The word "come back" was used because he pushed open the door without causing any disturbance, only the few people closest to the door greeted, as if he had just left not long ago.

He walked from the couch to the bar, where Jiang Botao was, but he didn't notice anyone's gaze fixed on him.Zhou Zekai leaned over and said something to Jiang Botao. The latter patted his arm with concern, and after a few words, the hurried visitor left again.

And this time he saw Huang Shaotian.

For a moment time was no longer a flowing medium, but some kind of colorless wall that trapped them in a cage.Huang Shaotian rested his left hand on the back of the sofa, and the empty bottle in his right hand was crunching.The people around him were busy chatting, and no one noticed that someone stopped in front of them and looked at another person across the long table.

It is as long as a hundred years, but in fact it is only a few seconds.At this moment, his gaze gained weight, and he swept across his palm and chest like a feather, leaving a slight, unstoppable itch.

Zhou Zekai didn't say anything—of course he wouldn't say anything, he raised a slight arc and smiled slightly, between a greeting and a provocation, more like a tacit game; then he cut off the connection eyes, walked past him.

The overly decorated soundproof door opened and closed, leaving behind a muffled sound, drowned by the music.

Huang Shaotian narrowed his eyes and followed after a while.

The crushed water bottle drew a parabola and threw it into the trash can with a bang.

Large and small abstract paintings are pasted on both sides of the corridor, with an upside-down structure and fragmented images. It is not like a KTV, but rather like a post-modern art exhibition.The interlaced blue-purple lights on both sides diffracted into a misty net, and the rumbling sound from the box in all directions trapped him inside, unable to move an inch, with nowhere to go.

Huang Shaotian couldn't recognize himself more and more.What are you thinking?Why is there more and more reaction to things related to Zhou Zekai?Far beyond the level of care that should be, can be allowed to exist.Reason told him that no matter where Zhou Zekai went or who he met, it had nothing to do with him, but reason had never been the only condition restricting his actions.

He told himself, even a little confidently—I wanted to do it, so I did.

No reason needed.Don't criticize in any way.

There were rustling conversations not far away, and then Zhou Zekai was seen at the end of the corridor.

It was a corner, Zhou Zekai turned to him sideways, borrowed a fire from someone, and lit a cigarette.

Huang Shaotian had never seen Zhou Zekai smoking.In his past judgments, Zhou Zekai had always been classified as a good kid, who didn't smoke, drink or go clubbing.But when he got closer, he realized that this person had too many things that were different from what he imagined, and even stood on the opposite side.

This was the first time he saw Zhou Zekai smoking.The posture is skillful, with a bit of slump, the fire is flickering between the fingers, and the smoke is very faint.He had lowered his eyes to listen, and glanced here casually, not surprised by the sudden appearance of the unexpected guest.

Huang Shaotian subconsciously wanted to go up to see clearly, but the other party just smiled at him—again.And this time even a little contemptuous.

That smile seemed to say, what's none of your business.

The two people suddenly came towards the direction where he was standing, obviously not the intention of peeping, but Huang Shaotian hid in the corridor on the other side as if he had done something wrong.

He saw another person.The one who was walking behind, borrowed the fire, and made Zhou Zekai abandon his colleagues to come out to meet alone.

Ye Xiu...?

No.

Ye Qiu, of course it was Ye Qiu, every time it was Ye Qiu.

Since it was Zhou Zekai, of course it would be Ye Qiu.

Poisonous vines of possessiveness crazily grew in his body.He was suddenly on fire with jealousy, but he was too cowardly to ask himself why.That was the answer he dared not and could not touch.