i only like your face

The night is quiet, and the lampposts on the side of the gravel road cast a not-so-bright light into the small retro gazebo.

Gao Chen couldn't see Mo Ming's face clearly, the dim light only reflected his thin and thin figure, as if he wanted to blend into the desolate night.

After a long time, Gao Chen heard Mo Ming speak.

"It's almost..."

The voice was too soft, like muttering to the evening wind, but Gao Chen was startled.

So he was right.

On that summer night, the young man who drank too much and lay on Zhou Xu's back, and Zhou Xu recited the boy out of the hot pot restaurant was Mo Ming. At that time, he happened to be having dinner with his friends in the restaurant next to the hot pot restaurant, and he met Zhou Xu when he went out. The young man on his back had blushing cheeks and was in a trance, rubbing his head affectionately against his ear, and murmured for Brother Zhou.

Later, I heard from Zhou Xu that it was a student he sponsored. He had just been admitted to the University of C in Chuanhai. He was overjoyed and went out to drink with his friends. Come and pick him up.

It's just a subsidized student, so he doesn't need to take care of him so much. At that time, he understood but didn't say much. He has always been not interested in the privacy and gossip of people around him.

It's just that he didn't expect that Zhou Xu would meet that young man when he passed away so long ago...

"Didn't you let me listen to your new song?"

Mo Ming said suddenly, the sentimentality of the previous moment seemed to have dissipated, and he turned his head with a slight smile, "We can start now, what we said in advance, whether it sounds good or not, I only represent myself."

"Okay." Gao Chen nodded.

He didn't ask about the past between Mo Ming and Zhou Xu, that obviously has become a regret, and it is also Mo Ming's private matter.

In the evening wind, Gao Chen hugged the guitar, bowed his head, played his new song, and sang softly.

In the past three years, his songs and even his life have been bleak, and he even once wanted to give up music to start a business... The relationship that he tried his best to keep, not only failed to keep it, but is still here In the process, most of his enthusiasm for life was exhausted.

But fortunately, only the love for music is still the same as before.

A person, a guitar, this may be the most suitable for the rest of his life.

It is a very gentle and fresh little song of life, without deliberately showing off the tune, the lyrics are simple and casual, and the rhythm is light, telling the beauty that I found in the bleak time gap.

After finally playing and singing, Gao Chen looked up at Mo Ming: "How is it?"

Mo Ming didn't comment, but asked curiously, "What's the name of the song?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

Mo Ming nodded: "I can't give you a professional review, I'll just say that this is the first song that allows me to cycle through singles in a short period of time."

The light from the street lamp reflected Gao Chen's amber pupils: "What you said is true?"

Mo Ming turned to look at Gao Chen.

Gao Chen frowned, but his eyes were full of joy, as if he was both worried and pleasantly surprised.

"How did you create this song?" Mo Ming asked.

"After the Dashang Drama Troupe separated from you that day, I went on a trip alone. This was created during the trip." Gao Chen said, "I used to always love to travel to find inspiration, but naturally I have all kinds of worries. I can't open my heart to appreciate anything, but this short trip, I have a feeling of starting all over again..."

After a pause, Gao Chen asked again: "By the way... is it really okay?"

Mo Ming stood up, lifted his foot to leave the gazebo, turned around and beckoned to Gao Chen behind him, saying, "Put on the mask and follow me."

Gao Chen quickly put the guitar into the guitar bag, lifted the mask on his chin back to his face, and quickly followed Mo Ming with the guitar on his back.

"Where are you going?" Gao Chen asked.

"Just come with me."

After Gao Chen and Mo Ming walked away, in the bushes beside the gazebo, a camera lens retracted rustlingly.

Looking at the photos in the camera, the two men wearing masks and hats clapped their hands excitedly on the spot.

"It's not in vain that we have guarded Gao Chen for so long, and we finally caught a big news. Hey, you can get it right."

"I turned on the night scene mode, and the faces of the two were clearly captured."

"That's good... We actually managed to get a scene of these two people having a tryst, a Wenci's ex-husband, and a Han Shaoying's ex-husband, wow, it's so bloody crazy, the KPI for the whole year depends on it."

"Gao Chenju still played and sang to this Mo Ming alone. Isn't that what true love is? He only played and sang to Wenci before."

"Don't be dazed, let's hurry up and follow, if we can take pictures of their tongue and kiss, we will send it."

The fountain square in the park is full of lights, and people come and go...

Gao Chen silently followed Mo Ming with his guitar on his back, frowning slightly.

Arriving at a flower bed, Mo Ming turned around and said to Gao Chen, "Right here, playing and singing your new song to passers-by."

Gao Chen was slightly startled: "Here?"

"Yes, the people here are also the audience you want, aren't they?" Mo Ming didn't explain too much, and looked at Gao Chen in front of him calmly. If Gao Chen didn't want to, he wouldn't try to persuade him. .

Facing Shang Mo Ming's calm and clear eyes, Gao Chen's eyes trembled slightly.

The entanglement in his eyes was quickly replaced by a relieved frankness, Gao Chen finally smiled lightly, and said, "Thank you, Mo Ming."

Gao Chen said the last two words very lightly and sincerely.

Gao Chen took out the guitar from the guitar bag, installed a black strap on the guitar, and then put the strap on his body. He adjusted the mask on his face and lowered the brim of the black fisherman hat with his hand.

Mo Ming looked at Gao Chen's guitar slung in front of him, and couldn't help reaching out to caress it.

Gao Chen was pressing the hat with his hand, and he couldn't help but see the hand that was caressing the guitar below with his downcast eyes. His fingers were slender and white, with well-defined knuckles...it seemed that he was relentless in touching.

Gao Chen turned his eyes to the ground aside.

This is Zhou Xu's guitar, and he knows why Mo Ming is so attached to it.

Mo Ming quickly put down his hands, looked up at Gao Chen gently, and smiled slightly: "Let's get started."

Under the night wind, Gao Chen began to play and sing. He listened to Mo Ming's suggestion, first played and sang "On the Small Road", and after attracting a group of passers-by to stop and watch, he played and sang his new song.

The crowds are getting more and more...

"Wow, it sounds so good. What kind of song is this? Why haven't I heard it?"

"It's so nice, who knows what it's called?"

"His voice is so nice, magnetic and clean, and he must be handsome too. Ahhh, can he take off his mask and hat? I want to see his real face."

"Who is this person? I haven't seen it in this square before. This singing voice can debut."

"This video is definitely going viral on the Internet!"

While playing and singing, Gao Chen raised his eyes expressionlessly to look at the fan-shaped group of people in front of him, his eyes paused slightly on Mo Ming in the crowd, and then lowered his head and continued to concentrate on playing the guitar.

The mobile phone in Mo Ming's pocket vibrated, and when he took it out, he found out that it was Han Shaoying's call.

Turning around and squeezing out from the crowd of onlookers, Mo Ming finally answered the phone.

Han Shaoying had just returned to the apartment to take a shower, and asked Mo Ming why he hadn't come back yet, and Mo Ming told the truth, saying that he was walking in the park square behind the community.

"Brother Rong, since you're back, I'll go back now." Mo Ming said.

"Forget it, I'll go find you." Han Shaoyong said, "I had a meeting all day and just finished dinner, so I happened to go for a walk with you."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Ming turned around to look at the black crowd, smiled slightly, turned and left.

On the phone, Mo Ming and Han Shaoying made an appointment to meet on a road outside the park.

Mo Ming squatted on the side of the road, with his chin resting on his arms on his knees, holding a branch in one hand and poking at the stones on the ground boredly.

A pair of feet appeared in sight, followed by a shadow.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

A slightly sticky laugh fell from top to bottom, Mo Ming raised his head and looked at the man standing in front of him, who looked in his 40s, with a smile that seemed extremely hypocritical because he was too friendly.

Seeing Qing Moming's young and beautiful face, the man's eyes burst into even more intense joy, and he said softly: "Isn't it cold to squat here, son, there is a small restaurant in front, uncle, please have something to eat."

Mo Ming slightly tilted his head.

The man thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Have a meal with uncle, how about uncle giving you 2000 yuan?"

Mo Ming looked at him and asked, "Do you want to have sex with me?"

The man was taken aback, he didn't expect the little guy in front of him to be so straightforward, obviously he was also a rambunctious little hoof, so he didn't cover it up, and said with a smile: "You look really attractive, spend a night with uncle, uncle You five thousand, no, eight thousand."

Mo Ming shook his head, and said seriously: "No, you're too ugly."

The man's face darkened, and he blurted out cursing: "I'm giving you face, right? What, the people standing by the side of the road dare to think I'm ugly, and I'll give you [-] to think highly of you!"

Mo Ming frowned tightly: "But, you are really ugly."

Thinking that the person in front of him was out to sell, the man became impatient and pretended to be elegant. He reached out and grabbed Mo Ming's arm and pulled him up from the ground. back!

This kick was so fast that the man kicked almost flew out from beside Mo Ming on his stomach, and fell headlong into the bushes on the side of the road.

Han Shaoying was copying his pocket with one hand, slowly put down that leg, and looked expressionlessly at his struggling feet struggling outside the bushes. "Eight thousand?" Damn, you just want to move, I think your skin is itchy."