How's your day

When it came to Oolong, Song Yu really sang on the stage, his voice was not as cool as before, it was a little hoarse, and the people in the audience didn't know if they could hear it, but they were still shouting excitedly.

This is the first time Cheng Fei has seen Song Yuhong with makeup on her hair. He has curled his hair today, and the irregular curly hair is casually scattered on his shoulders. A few disobedient hairs blow on his face with the wind , The beauty is soul-stirring.

Song Yu was sitting on a high chair, holding the microphone with one hand, her nails were painted red, the other hand was naturally hanging by her side, her red lips were slightly parted, and a lazy singing voice came through the microphone.

Cheng Fei heard someone behind him discussing him.

"The men and women on the stage?"

"It's a woman at first glance, how can a man be so beautiful."

"How could a woman's voice be so rough, and look at him---" the man made a movement with both hands, "It's so flat, how could it be a woman."

Several people laughed together, "That's not sure, women are also so flat. You still have to take off your pants to tell if it's a man or a woman at a glance, don't you think so?"

Cheng Fei couldn't listen any longer, walked over a few steps, and kicked their table, the glass of wine and snacks on the table fell into a ball, and the wine glass fell to the ground, shattered.

The girl sitting inside screamed, and the man next to him stood up and looked at him angrily, "Are you crazy!"

Cheng Fei licked the corners of his lips at him, "I'm sorry, I'm sick."

"Crazy you!" another woman screamed, spilling wine from a broken glass onto her skirt.

The man stepped forward, grabbed Cheng Fei's collar with one hand, his eyes were bigger than a bull's, and he looked even uglier, "Do you deserve a beating, kid?"

Cheng Fei was swayed by his dragged body, supported him to stabilize his figure, and then kicked him directly on the calf bone before the man could react.

The man let out a scream, let go of his hand immediately, bent down and covered his calf, his face was grim in pain.

At this time, the bartender next to him rushed over, one of them stopped Cheng Fei, and the other supported the bent man. The man covered his calf with one hand and pointed at Cheng Fei, shouting angrily, "He's the first to pick things up! Hold me down!" Him! I must beat him to death today!"

The bartender half-supported and half-blocked, persuading, "Don't get excited, sit down first." After speaking, he made him sit down, with his body in front of him, blocking his sight.

"You go this way." Another bartender took the opportunity to pull Cheng and flew in another direction.

Cheng Fei was taken away by him, not knowing why, "Where are you going? Are you going to lose money?"

The bartender didn't speak, and led him along. The man's roar and the bartender's voice of persuasion came from behind him.

Cheng Fei shrugged and followed the bartender to the back.

The bartender took him to a place that looked to the backstage, "You wait here a moment", and he exited after saying that.

Cheng Fei sat down, and the door was closed by the bartender, blocking the sound of music outside, making the place seem quiet and empty.

He glanced around and found that there were several sets of musical instrument boxes in the cabinet next to him, and he saw a familiar small box in a small cabinet.

Isn't this Song Yu's microphone box?

He got up and walked over, picked it up and took a closer look, and confirmed that this was Song Yu's microphone box. Song Yu cherished his microphone very much, and would definitely put it in the microphone box when it was not in use. He had seen it several times. up.

There are posters of demons dancing wildly on the walls around them. The people on the posters can't see their faces clearly, but at first glance, they are in the same line as Song Yu's band, with the same style.

He confirmed that this was the backstage of Song Yu's band, but he didn't know if it was Song Yu who asked the bartender to bring him here.

Not long after, the door of the room was opened, and Yu Yao's voice came in before the door was fully opened.

"Is the top student in there? I saw Xiao Zhang leading him this way from the stage." He walked in and saw Cheng Fei sitting inside, "Haha, you are indeed here."

Cheng Fei greeted him, "The show is over?"

"That's right." Yu Yao walked in, put down the bass, and the rest of the orchestra came in behind, Song Yu was the last one.

"Hello, top student." Jiang Yulei greeted him and whistled.

"Hello." Cheng Fei said helplessly.

The guitar boy still didn't talk to him coldly, he came in and lay on the sofa in the corner with his guitar in his arms.

Yu Yao looked at him and shook his head, "I really want to know if Chen Chen has narcolepsy, otherwise how could he sleep so well."

Song Yu installed the microphone, sat next to Cheng Fei, raised Erlang's legs, making them look very slender.

"We saw all of your feat just now on stage," he looked at Cheng Fei teasingly, "That kick was pretty cool."

Cheng Fei smiled modestly, "It's not bad, it's generally cool."

Song Yu snorted, "What's wrong with him? He kicked so hard."

"It's nothing." Cheng Fei said seriously, "It's too ugly, it makes me uncomfortable."

Song Yu glanced at him, but didn't speak again.

Yu Yao said beside him, "I didn't see it, you are quite a bloody high-achieving student."

Song Yu said, "Bloody shit."

Cheng Fei glanced back and forth at Song Yu's legs several times, "Do you still have a fever?"

"Burn a fart."

"Can't you talk about anything other than fart?" Cheng Fei looked at him helplessly, "Don't wear so little when you're still in good health, your ankles are exposed, aren't you cold?"

"Cold fart."

Next to him, Jiang Yulei laughed, "A top student is considerate. Look at our little Yu, let alone the ankles, the buttocks are almost exposed. Why doesn't anyone care about whether it's cold or not?"

"Master, I'm young." Yu Yao shook his body shyly, showing his waist indistinctly, "It's not cold at all, and I don't need anyone to care about it."

"I'm leaving. I'll be an hour late for rehearsal tomorrow." Song Yu got up.

Jiang Yulei gestured OK to him.

Cheng Fei also stood up, waved at them, and followed Song Yu out.

Coming out of the backstage, passing through a corridor is the back door, Song Yu pushed open the door and went out.

"Are you going home?" Cheng Fei asked him.

Song Yu glanced at him, "No, you can call a car and go back to school."

"Where are you going if you don't go home?" Cheng Fei asked him.

Song Yu leaned against the wall, bent one leg, and took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his jacket pocket, "What's none of your business?"

Cheng Fei frowned, standing in front of him and looking at him.

Song Yu bowed his head and nodded to light his cigarette. After the cigarette was lit, he raised his head and took a puff, then exhaled slowly.

"Hurry up, college student," he said, "I'll be picked up later."

The smoke he exhaled hit Cheng Fei's face, blurring Cheng Fei's vision.

When Cheng Fei returned to school, it was already curfew time. He climbed over the wall through the side door and returned to the dormitory. The thin monkey and the fat man had already fallen asleep, and the dormitory had turned off the lights, and it was quiet.Lin Xuan was still sitting below, with the lamp on the table.

He walked in quietly and said softly, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Lin Xuan glanced at him, "Have you gone to the bar?"

"How do you know?" Cheng Fei took off his coat.

"You smell of alcohol and tobacco." Lin Xuan's eyes followed his movements, "Did you go oolong?"

"Yeah." Cheng Fei hung up his coat, took out a set of pajamas from the cabinet, "I'll take a shower, you go to bed quickly."

"Why are you going to Oolong when you have nothing to do? Are you going to drink or meet people?" The light from the desk lamp hit Lin Xuan's face.

Cheng Fei said vaguely, "Just going out for a drink with friends."

He didn't lie, he did go to drink and meet friends, but he didn't drink together.

Lin Xuan didn't speak anymore, Cheng Fei didn't see anything wrong with him, so he just let him go to bed early, and went into the bathroom with his pajamas.

On weekends, Cheng Fei and Lin Xuan went home by car together, and Lin's parents and Lin's mother went out of town again, so Lin Xuan went home to eat at Cheng Fei's house after putting away his things.

It has been almost four months since Cheng Fei went to college, and Cheng's mother has come out of the setting that her son left home to suffer alone, and no longer cooks a big table to welcome Cheng Fei when he comes home. The school brought back a big bag of dirty clothes and even wanted him to roll back to school.

Today, because Lin Xuan came to eat, Cheng Ma went to the vegetable market to buy ribs in the morning, and stewed a big pot of ribs.

Lin Xuan's favorite food is pork ribs.

Cheng Fei loves chicken wings the most, but there are no chicken wings on the table.

"Go and sit outside, I don't need your help." Mama Cheng drove out Lin Xuan who was helping in the kitchen, and scolded Cheng Fei who was sitting in the living room, "You bastard just sits when you come back, and you don't even know how to help." Your mother does some work, what are you doing at home, why don't you stay at school?"

Cheng Fei was helpless, "Who was it that called me yesterday and told me to go home? Why did I turn my back on me just after I came back?"

"I called to ask you to bring Xiao Lin back. Did I tell you to come back?" Cheng's mother scolded him, "Smelly shameless."

Well, it's shameless for my son to go home.

Cheng Fei shifted the flames of battle to Lin Xuan, "You said you're okay to go into the kitchen, but you know how to cook? You just go in, hurry up and sit down, or my mother will kick me out soon."

Lin Xuan walked over with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and sat on the sofa next to him, "Where's Uncle Cheng?"

Cheng Fei took the remote control to change channels, but he couldn't find what he wanted to watch. "I don't know, I guess my mother ordered me to go shopping again."

Lin Xuan picked up a magazine from the coffee table and flipped through it, "Did you go to buy roast chicken?"

"Maybe." Cheng Fei simply turned off the TV, took out his mobile phone, and clicked on Moments because there was nothing he wanted to watch after changing the TV station.

He added Song Yu's WeChat yesterday.

In fact, he never thought of adding Song Yu's WeChat, it was Song Yu who first asked him to be a friend.

He didn't recognize who it was at first, the profile picture was a pure black square, nicknamed S, and he didn't write a single word in the friend request.Cheng Fei swipe through a bunch of friend applications, but he didn't plan to click on agree. There are people who apply to add him as friends every day, and they basically don't know him. He doesn't know where he got his mobile phone number from.

Just when he was about to log out, he saw a small line under the friend request, [from your address book], he clicked it out of curiosity, and it turned out that it was Song Yu.

He nodded in surprise, but the other party sent several pictures within a second.

At first glance, Cheng Fei didn't know what was in the picture. He clicked on it and looked carefully for a long time before he realized that what Song Yu sent was a picture of a hair piece, with hair pieces in several colors.

Song Yu sent another voice, "Which color looks better?"

Cheng Fei looked at a few pictures speechlessly, sliding his fingers left and right, he really couldn't tell which color looked better, in his opinion, every color looked good, if he had to choose one, black was the best.

So he just typed, [Black. ]

The other party replied in seconds, "Are you color blind? Which one is black?"

Cheng Fei replied honestly, [I can't see any difference between these. ]

"Forget it, I know it's useless to ask you, you are a straight man with aesthetics."

Cheng Fei typed with both hands, [I am crooked. ]

Song Yu gave him a middle-finger emoji back, and didn't reply to him after that.

Cheng Fei clicked on Song Yu's circle of friends. In fact, he had already read it yesterday, but he still clicked in.

There was an update on Song Yu's circle of friends. It was a photo of himself.

In the picture, he changed his hair color again, to purple.Cheng Fei opened the photo, zoomed in and zoomed out and zoomed in again, repeated this several times, and finally made a conclusion, it looks good.

In fact, what he said yesterday was not wrong. No matter what color Song Yu dyes his hair, it doesn't make a difference. They all look the same. His skin is fair and he can control all hair colors.

The same color, dyed by others is non-mainstream, but he dyed it like a model in a magazine.

Cheng Fei thought for a while, and replied two words under this picture, [It looks good. ]