distorted impression

Lu Xu didn't know what was going on with him either, Mingming Jiang Chengyue was only interacting with friends briefly, but he just felt unhappy.

I don't even want to hold hands with him, how can it be so natural to interact with those people I just met not long ago.

He wondered if Jiang Chengyue treated him differently.

The people from the record company called Jiang Chengyue and said they would meet the day after tomorrow.

Everyone is playing band part-time and cannot make ends meet. Except for weekends, they are busy with their livelihoods. Only Jiang Chengyue, a prospective college student, is not too busy.

In the basement that Meng Zhe rented at a low price, Jiang Chengyue carefully sorted out the creative ideas and score of the song "The Endless Midsummer", as well as the performance experience of each member of the band in the past, and arranged them in order according to the number of words. Put it in a specially bought file bag.

In addition, a few days ago, he asked music fans for a live recording with a relatively good effect, and sent it to the person in charge of the record company.

The WeChat notification sounded, and the person in charge of the other party sent him a new message——

"Resend the recording again, but I can't find it."

"Xiachengyue sent it a few days ago, so it's not accepted at all, right?" Du Xun's temperament is like a powder keg, and he speaks and does things in a hurry. "It's a big company, I really don't care about it."

Sun Muyang gave him a sideways glance, and looked at the ceiling with no interest.

"What's the rush!" Meng Zhe came over to look, and said, "Others are a big company, and we are a small band, so it's normal not to take care of us. Besides, for a new band of our size, how can it be possible if no one recommends us?" There are bigger companies looking at us."

"I'll go and have a look the day after tomorrow, and there is nothing to lose." Jiang Chengyue put away the files one by one, "Relying on the platform will develop better, but there are many bands who can't find a platform to make their own albums. tried."

A few hours later, Jiang Chengyue returned to the Lu family's old house from the basement where he was rehearsing. He wanted to sit on the swing and practice nursery rhymes for a while, but when he entered the yard, he realized that today's swing had been taken over.

Lu Xu held the tablet computer in his hand, his brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about something important, and the apple pen in his hand knocked on the tablet computer like a wooden fish.

"Brother Lu?" Jiang Chengyue walked along the path in the yard, "Is there something that bothers you?"

Lu Xu took a deep look at Jiang Chengyue.

He just frowned, and Jiang Chengyue knew he was troubled, with Jiang Chengyue's unique empathy, which should be a tacit understanding that Jiang Chengyue didn't have with others.

"Look at this." Lu Xu waved away a few fireflies that fell on his knees, and handed the tablet to Jiang Chengyue, "Next week is your Aunt Lu Nian's birthday, I was thinking, can I give her a gift?" Order something."

Lu Xu became financially independent very early on. Every year, Lu Nian gave Lu Nian clothes designed by himself. Lu Nian happily accepted them every time, but rarely wore them out. Lu Xu's mood has changed this year. , want to send something different.

"I'll help you choose, I'm good at choosing gifts." Jiang Chengyue volunteered, "Every time I buy a gift for someone else, they always smile at me on WeChat."

Jiang Chengyue is special to him, Lu Xu thought, and he will also help his mother choose gifts.

Jiang Chengyue folded the score in her hand into small squares, "Then you can buy lipstick."

Lu Xu: "..."

Lu Xu never thought that he could give such a cliché gift, and his head wanted to smoke with anger. He thought for a while, then pressed the words back, and calmly found a brand's official website, and asked Jiang Chengyue to choose color.

Jiang Chengyue tapped on the tablet with her fingertips, picked a row, and handed it to Lu Xu.

Lu Xu opened the shopping bag and took a look: "..."

Sure enough, it's all rose tone.

Jiang Chengyue's eyes were bright, and she looked up at him, as if waiting for a compliment.

Lu Xu swallowed back the bastard words that came to his lips, and changed to a more gentle way of expression: "Rose red is really ugly."

Jiang Chengyue's eyes dimmed, her amber pupils dimmed, and her eyes drifted low to the green grass on the opposite side: "Oh, Brother Lu, I'm going back to practice singing."

When he was downcast, he pressed his neck slightly, his dark flaxen hair made the skin around his neck very white, like a snow-white swan, lowering his head meekly, admiring his own reflection on the water.

Lu Xu gritted his back molars, and suddenly wanted to correct his aesthetics.

"Come on, I'll give you a try." Lu Xu said.

Under Lu Xu's design workbench are rows of small drawers, which contain everything. In order to make it easier for him to match various clothes, Wang Xue bought almost all the color numbers on the market.

Lu Xu opened the drawer, and accurately picked out a rose red from various shades of lip glaze.

"Come here, give me your hand behind your back." Lu Xu said.

Jiang Chengyue blinked, rubbed the back of his hand, and watched Lu Xu draw a red line on the back of his hand with a small brush.

"Ugly, what color?" Lu Xu asked proudly.

"It's not ugly, it's pretty." Jiang Chengyue insisted, "It's very bright, and it shows your complexion very well."

"Why does it look so good?" Designer Lu's aesthetic principles were once again challenged, and he wanted to bend down to find a more rose color.

It just so happened that Jiang Chengyue quit and wanted to run away. The lip brush in Lu Xu's hand, which he hadn't had time to put away, painted a red line on Jiang Chengyue's cheek near his right eye.

Both of them froze for a moment.

Jiang Chengyue was startled by the wet and sticky texture of the lip glaze, and quickly reached out to wipe it off. At that moment, Lu Xu happened to see the panic in her eyes.

Lu Xu sometimes felt that Jiang Chengyue's eyes were childish, the kind of stubbornness that was born out of the world, but Jiang Chengyue should have known that the world could not tolerate innocence when he was very young.

That red streak broke the original greenness. He seemed to be an incompetent forest guard, guarding a green fruit. He didn't care much about the weather, rain or snow, but only occasionally when pigeons came to peck him. I will wave my hand to drive away the oath of sovereignty, but one day when I walked by, I suddenly saw the red juice of the wild fruit, and then I realized the neglected sweetness inside.

In this debate about color, Lu Xu suddenly felt that he had actually suffered a crushing defeat.

"Why don't you try it yourself." Jiang Chengyue didn't always let him play around, and was irritated by him, so she stretched out her hand, trying to rub the red stained on her fingertips onto Lu Xu's face.

Lu Xu tilted his head to avoid it, and Jiang Chengyue's fingertips brushed against Lu Xu's neck, leaving two red marks, extending from Lu Xu's neck to the white collar.

"I'm sorry..." Jiang Chengyue knew that she had caused trouble, and was afraid that Lu Xu would bully her like before, so she jumped off the chair and ran away.

Leaving Lu Xu in place, looking at himself in the mirror, the two bright red marks on his neck looked like scratches, which had to arouse some ambiguous associations in him.

Is he shy, Lu Xu thought.

This level of squabbling should not happen among ordinary friends, right? Jiang Chengyue treats herself a little differently.

The next day was the birthday of the lead singer of the band, Sun Muyang. Jiang Chengyue and the others personally made a cake for Sun Muyang's birthday, and even started a live broadcast on the short video app registered by the band.

Brother Ku was covered in cool clothes, sitting in the picture with a cold face, his impatience was written all over his face, and he cherished words like gold, either saying "oh" or "huh".

There were about 100 people in the live broadcast room. Jiang Chengyue cut a cake for herself and sat in front of the camera chatting with the audience.

[Brother moves a little behind the camera, from this angle, only your beautiful eyes can be seen. ]

[Dream plated?I haven't heard of a band, but they are so good looking, and there is no flaw in the face-to-face shots. ]

[The lead singer of Gao Leng never said a word. ]

"Thank you Xiaoxin and Thousand Paper Cranes for the grape juice. You can buy several steamed buns." Jiang Chengyue imitated other anchors, recited the gifts from the audience in a strange way, and was asked to say earthy love words after the recitation.

"Recently there have been rumors that I like you. I want to clarify. That...isn't a rumor, no, no, no more." Jiang Chengyue was halfway through reading, and quickly waved her hand to refuse, because her cheeks were flushed because of embarrassment.

[Hahahaha paid attention, it’s so cute, I’m embarrassed to read it. ]

[Brother, show your drumming momentum! ]

Lu Xu, who touched the live broadcast room, happened to see this scene.

It turned out that Jiang Chengyue's shyness was this kind of reaction. Yesterday, it shouldn't be shyness, but she was simply afraid that he would bully others.

Lu Xu sighed, lowered his head to review the two design drafts, penciled a few ticks on the draft handed in by the development department, and made a few comments.

During these few minutes, Jiang Chengyue's face was smeared with two creams, and the netizens immediately praised her for being cute.

Lu Xu frowned, not very happy to see Jiang Chengyue so close to the people in the band.

On the screen of the mobile phone, Jiang Chengyue got pissed off, dropped the paper plate in her hand, put the cake on Du Xun's head, and smeared Meng Zhe's face a few times indiscriminately with the hands of standing cream.

Lu Xu: "..."

This familiar movement was exactly the same as last night.

He suddenly got a little angry.

Jiang Chengyue didn't seem to treat him that special?