Cannon fodder meets cannon fodder

Yu Chengze went to the piano room on the second floor to find the music score, Ming Qifan changed the water and food for Guigui and Xiaoxue, after a while, seeing that Yu Chengze hadn't come down, he went up to the second floor to find Yu Chengze.

In front of the piano, the sheet music was played in a mess. Yu Chengze was sorting it out. The sheets to be taken to the recording studio had been taken out separately. His eyes stopped on a sheet of sheet music that was only half completed. Ming Qifan patted him from behind. "Teacher Yu, why don't you go down?"

Yu Chengze turned around with a startled look on his face, Ming Qifan looked at his expression, and teased: "What are you thinking, did it scare you?"

Yu Chengze replied: "Why do you walk silently?"

Ming Qifan looked at the piano and the bay window and window screen beside the piano: "It's Mr. Yu, you didn't notice me coming in."

After a pause, Ming Qifan raised his brows and eyes: "Teacher Yu, when I entered this piano room for the first time, you were sitting here with your head slightly bent, and there—"

Ming Qifan pointed to the white window screen: "The sunlight came in, and the window screen was blown up by the wind. You are sitting here playing the piano. At that time, I thought, why does this person look so good-looking."

Yu Chengze turned his head away, his ears were red, and his voice was a little embarrassed: "You really can talk about love at any time and any place."

"It's not love, it's the truth." Ming Qifan shrugged his shoulders with a smile, leaned his head over, and looked at the score in Yu Chengze's hand: "Mr. Yu, do you like playing the piano very much?"

Yu Chengze paused, he thought for a while, and his tone was a little nostalgic: "I like it. Speaking of playing the piano, it's an accident. I was a bit noisy when I was young. My father listened to someone's suggestion and asked me to learn the piano. I didn't expect to learn it."

"Then why would you become a singer? Shouldn't you be a pianist?" Ming Qifan touched Yu Chengze's hand, and his fingers touched Yu Chengze's fingertips, a layer of calluses appeared.

"In the beginning, I wanted to keep taking the piano road." Yu Chengze's tone was full of joy, and Ming Qifan raised his head. It is rare to see Yu Chengze's eyes are bright, and it is rare to bring a kind of youthful liking, "I I like playing the piano very much, or I like it the most, and then I tried to compose and write lyrics by myself, and finally..."

Yu Chengze's tone was a little emotional, and his voice was a little vague: "Who knows that he became a singer by mistake, but he can still play the piano, compose songs, and earn more money, so he keeps going."

"You don't think I'm too utilitarian, do you?"

Yu Chengze glanced at Ming Qifan, and Ming Qifan repeatedly said he couldn't do it. He just looked at the score in Yu Chengze's hand and thought of another thing: "Teacher Yu, do you remember that you wrote a song for Xia Ran?"

Yu Chengze's heart skipped a beat, why did the topic change here, Ming Qifan continued: "We have been together for more than two months, Aze, why don't you write me a song?"

Yu Chengze quietly put the sheet music in his hand, especially the half-written one, on the back of the piano cover, and he replied in a serious tone: "I'm busy recently, I'll write you a score when I'm not busy." head."

After Yu Chengze finished speaking, he picked up the sheet music that he had arranged to take to the recording studio and walked out, Ming Qifan followed, humming: "Why do I think you are so perfunctory?"

"No way." The corners of Yu Chengze's mouth curled up, and he turned his head to look at Ming Qifan: "There must be some commemorative meaning, your birthday is December 21st, right, I promise I will give you all the songs and lyrics on that day."

Ming Qifan thought about it, and felt that receiving this gift for his birthday was really the best gift he had ever received. He thought about it again, climbed up the pole, and asked happily: "Then I will give you a gift every year." You have to write a song for me on my birthday, okay?"

Ming Qifan's words fell, but Yu Chengze didn't answer in time, they had already taken the key and were ready to go out, Ming Qifan was dissatisfied, and grabbed Yu Chengze, Yu Chengze turned around, with deep feelings in his eyes, he suddenly hugged Ming Qifan, Ming Qifan listened Yu Chengze said: "Okay, every year, every year, every year after your birthday, I will write a song for you. Xiaoqi, as long as you like it, I will do anything."

This is the last chance for Ming Qifan to have such a long conversation with Yu Chengze before December comes.

December comes, even if the winter in the north is early, the weather is so cold that people start to put on woolen coats or thin padded jackets. When Qifan opens his eyes in the morning, there is no one around him, and he does not know when Yu Chengze left. He got up to wash up, and then went to the restaurant. Sensen was eating breakfast, tearing off a piece of ham to feed Guigui who was lying under the table and looking at him eagerly.

"Guigui should lose weight."

Ming Qifan kicked Guigui with his toes, and sat at the dining table, looking at the breakfast in front of him without a mood.

"Good morning, Brother Xiaoqi." Sensen said.

"Good morning, Sensen." Ming Qifan replied listlessly, "Do you know what time your brother left in the morning?"

Sensen was a little surprised, she looked at Ming Qifan: "My brother didn't come back last night, oh, by the way, you were already asleep when he called, so you didn't know."

Hearing this, Ming Qifan suppressed the irritability that arose in his heart instantly. In October, Yu Chengze was busy recording songs, and he himself was also busy making movies. From the beginning of November, Ming Qifan began to relax, occasionally picking up a few According to an announcement, Yu Chengze was also idle for a while, but the good times didn’t last long. The first stop of Yu Chengze’s tour was mentioned as Christmas. Later, Yu Chengze started to leave early and return late, and occasionally stayed out all night.

Ming Qifan looked at the sandwich made by Sensen, thanked him, and after taking a few mouthfuls, he raised his head and said to Sensen, "I'll take you to eat Chinese food."

Sensen thought for a while, then decisively put down the simple sandwich in his hand, got up, changed his clothes, and went out for breakfast with Ming Qifan.

Ming Qifan put on a baseball cap and took Sensen to eat Cantonese-style refreshments. The little girl really fell under the charm of Chinese food. The normally indifferent little girl ate with puffy cheeks. Childish.

"I haven't seen your brother for more than half a month." Ming Qifan looked at Sensen eating, and unconsciously opened his mouth, it was not a confession, but after so long, he finally couldn't help complaining, "I feel very sad Annoyed."

Sensen swallowed the shrimp dumpling in her mouth, looked at Ming Qifan, and felt that she had eaten someone else's food, and she couldn't pretend that she didn't hear it. She, a little girl who had never been in a relationship, recalled all the books she had read, and choked out a paragraph Consoling Ming Qifan: "Lovers should understand each other. Brother Qi, the lover has his own career, and the other party should give support. If you don't understand and complain at this time, then this relationship will be very dangerous."

"What you said is really serious."

Ming Qifan was a little speechless, he felt that he really shouldn't talk about love with this little girl, what could a little girl know about her, but in a daze, Ming Qifan remembered what his brother said, when two people fall in love, someone always needs someone to back down.

"Let's go see your brother after breakfast." Ming Qifan thought to himself, then I'll just give in, if the mountains don't come, I'll come, who will let him be free.

The imagination is always beautiful, Ming Qifan took Sensen to the guild hall, Xiaoying got out of the body and took him and Sensen to the lounge, and then he didn't know where to go.

Ming Qifan was self-reliant, and led Sensen to the front desk, where a rehearsal was in progress, a group of men and women dancers, the lights were dim, and their bodies were painted with fluorescent paint. Nearby were directors, choreographers, lighting, photography and other staff, Ming Qi Fan led Sensen to stand in the third and fourth rows, squinting for a long time before seeing Yu Chengze walking out of the group of dancers.

"No, there are too many people here, can the dance be reprogrammed?"

The director shouted at the top of his voice, Ming Qifan originally took two steps forward, but when he saw that he was so busy, he backed away silently.

As a result, I explained it here all morning, until it was time to eat at noon, Yu Chengze took some time to lead these two resentful little ghosts out for dinner, Sensen said that he didn't want to stay here in the afternoon to watch Yu Chengze's rehearsal , It was boring to death, Ming Qifan stayed strong, because next week is Christmas, the tour was temporarily decided to advance, Yu Chengze did not rest at noon, and worked hard with the director and staff on the front line.

Ming Qifan nestled in the auditorium below aggrieved for noon. In the afternoon, the director changed the plan and suspended the rehearsal. He went backstage and saw that Yu Chengze didn't go to the lounge. He was sitting on the ground leaning against the wall with one leg tired. He was singing, all kinds of clothes were scattered on the ground, and there was a bottle of mineral water. Some actors around him were as tired as Yu Chengze, and they were resting with their eyes closed.

Ming Qifan walked over, slowly sat down beside Yu Chengze, and looked at Yu Chengze sideways: "Ah Ze, are you tired?"

"Yeah." Yu Chengze responded, he was very tired, he turned his head slightly and squeezed out a smile, "Suddenly early, but it's nothing, it happens often."

Ming Qifan frowned: "Why are you working so hard?"

Yu Chengze was a little surprised, quite strange what Ming Qifan said, isn't the scenery in front of celebrities all coming out step by step, he is not the most hardworking, but thinking about it again, of course Ming Qifan doesn't have to work so hard , the background is too hard.

He didn't know how to answer, he could only stretch out his hand to touch Ming Qifan's face, put his head on his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Lend me a little while to get up."

Not far away, someone watched this scene silently, until someone patted him: "Xiao Song, why don't you hide here and rest? It's time to get ready."

The man turned around, nodded with a gloomy expression, and went to tidy up things with the props team.

The director was on the stage, watching the silver carved bench covered with black feathers slowly put down. The stage effect was matched with smoke and lights, which matched Yu Chengze's opening song "Black Angel". He nodded and informed the staff The staff went to ask Yu Chengze to come over and continue the rehearsal.

The director thought, no matter what the opening scene should be, it should be cool. Anyway, Yu Chengze is not afraid of heights. Some staff members said that this opening scene is very common. It is better for the director to refute than to come out without any characteristics.

The height from the floor to the ceiling of the clubhouse stage is about 13 meters. Xiao Zhang, who was checking the hanging rope at the top, looked down and felt dizzy. The people around him asked, "Are you afraid of heights?"

Xiao Zhang looked at this person with a pale face: "It seems to be a little bit, the person sitting on this must have a strong mentality."

"Let me come." The man glanced at him, "Don't faint and fall."

"Bah, bah, you crow's mouth." Xiao Zhang replied, but when he lowered his head, he felt dizzy and wanted to vomit, he hesitated for two seconds, thanked him, and left first.

The man stretched out his hand and buckled the buckle of the bench. Two sets of two buckled a total of six sets. He moved the three sets of buckles on the right a few times. He seemed a little hesitant when he left, but he thought of Xu Yin and him. During the meal, he talked aggrievedly about Yu Chengze slapping him in the face in front of everyone, but he still made up his mind and left, thinking that it was just a lesson, and the bench would tilt when it was lowered, which meant that it would scare people and nothing serious would happen.

In the background, Ming Qifan sat there like a beagle guarding his precious "bones". When the staff came to call "Teacher Yu", his eyes seemed to want to eat people.

It was inconvenient for Yu Chengze to make any outrageous actions, so he could only wink at him and whispered, "Go home together at night, so we won't be busy at night."

Ming Qifan reluctantly watched Yu Chengze leave with the staff, he wanted to follow, but the phone had been ringing before.

Ming Qifan went to Yu Chengze's exclusive lounge, but there was no one in the lounge, he sat on the sofa: "Brother, why are you calling me?"

"It's almost winter solstice, let me tell you to remember to go home."

Ming Qifan's heart skipped a beat, the winter solstice was still his birthday, his brother said that the winter solstice was actually a notification to him to go home for his birthday.

"Is Yu Chengze very busy recently?" Ming Yufan said slowly, "His concert on the 25th, he doesn't have time to accompany you, and besides, you are so old, don't you know how to spend more time with your mother when you go home?"

Ming Qifan was stabbed in the foot, and suddenly there was an inexplicable irritability and anger in his heart. Why did he always think about his lover? Ming Yufan said that love needs someone to back down, and Sensen said that he must understand and support his lover's career, but At this moment, he suddenly thought, they are all men who say they like you, so why is he the one who understands and makes concessions?

Just relying on him, relying on him being the one you like more?

"Xiaoqi?" Ming Yufan talked for a long time, there was no sound over there, he shouted depressedly, Ming Qifan hung up the phone directly, and walked out, the anger in his heart was mixed with grievances, the emotions of the past half a month It's all put together now.

As soon as he walked outside, before reaching the front desk, Ming Qifan noticed that the people around him were running towards the front desk in a hurry. He saw a little girl in front of him, he caught up with her, and grabbed her: "Xiaoying, run away!" What?"

"Ming, Young Master Ming!" Seeing that it was Ming Qifan, Xiaoying spoke incoherently, "Mr. Yu...Mr. Yu fell down, about ten meters high, and everyone said that there was a lot of blood—"

Xiaoying was about to cry when she said that, all the blood on Ming Qifan's face faded in an instant, and all the heat in his body seemed to disappear in that instant, his whole body was like falling into an ice cave, not to mention his body was icy cold, his heart was more like He was frozen in ice, and when he realized it, he ran faster than anyone else, and rushed to the front desk like a madman.

When Yu Chengze woke up, his head hurt badly, but his hands and arms hurt even more.

He was still thinking in his heart, who came up with such a bad idea, sitting on such a stupid bench covered with black chicken feathers at such a high place, he felt uneasy sitting on it, and the director even called Yu Chengze you What is a big man afraid of, to ensure that there will be no problems with the bench, he has locked more than a dozen safety locks.

But the director's guarantee is obviously to use a catchphrase on the Internet, but it's nothing.

He still fell down, coupled with the expression on Weibo, it was [laughing cry].

Yu Chengze grumbled in his heart, and turned his head laboriously. Someone was lying on his side, his eyes were still a little dazzled. The person looked up at him and didn't move for a long time. Yu Chengze squinted his eyes. Only when the double image disappeared did he see clearly that it was Ming Qifan. , with red eye circles, probably crying again.

Like a crying bag.

Yu Chengze thought helplessly, he moved his right hand, wanting to touch the child, Ming Qifan grabbed his right hand first, and stuck it to his face.

"Teacher Yu, Uncle Yu..."

Ming Qifan's voice trembled violently, as if trembling.

He was still thinking about the doctor's words in his mind: comminuted fractures in fingers, wrists, etc., don't worry about it being cured, but the patient is a singer, right? Many musical instruments will not be played in the future.

Not even the piano?

Piano?Small stars and so on are of course okay, but no matter how difficult it is.

"Little one?"

Yu Chengze's voice was very hoarse. He moved his left hand, but it hurt so badly that he couldn't move it at all.

Ming Qifan raised his eyes to look at Yu Chengze, thinking that his eyes were bright that day, he said he likes it, he likes it the most, the singer is just an accident, he likes playing the piano the most...

"Why are you crying again?"

Yu Chengze's tone was surprised, he moved his right hand held by Ming Qifan, trying to wipe Ming Qifan's tears, but Ming Qifan held his right hand, moved his lips together and kept kissing, tears fell one by one go up.

"Aze..."

Ming Qifan shouted hoarsely, he blinked, and another tear hit Yu Chengze's hand.

Yu Chengze smiled: "You are really like a little crying bag, what's there to cry about, don't I just sit here?"

"It's just my left hand that hurts."

Yu Chengze lowered his head and said something as if complaining.

Ming Qifan didn't know how to answer, after a while, he replied in a low voice, his voice was cautious, like a wronged child: "I see you in pain, I think it's really strange, I seem to be able to feel your pain, even It hurts more than you."

"Are you crying in pain?"

Yu Chengze laughed again, this time withdrew his right hand, and wiped away the tears from the corner of Ming Qifan's eyes.

Ming Qifan thought to himself how can you still laugh, he looked up at Yu Chengze's sideways face, and then saw Yu Chengze's eye circles slowly turning red.

"It's nothing."

Ming Qifan heard Yu Chengze say.

"What's the use of the left hand?"

Yu Chengze was still talking, Ming Qifan was startled, and he stood up, but Yu Chengze slowly bent his neck, lowered his head, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

"The voice is fine, a singer's voice is the most important thing."

Ming Qifan didn't know what expression to make, what Yu Chengze said was right, he was a singer, not a pianist, his voice was the most important thing.

Ming Qifan could only slowly come forward to hug Yu Chengze, hold this person in his arms, and say some irrelevant words, Mr. Yu, you still have me, I almost went crazy when I heard you fall, from now on Don't go to high places, by the way, let's go to the Pont des Arts in Paris to hang love locks during this training...

Ming Qifan talked in bits and pieces, and after talking for a long time, he stopped, but Yu Chengze remained silent, Ming Qifan hugged Yu Chengze quietly, after a while, he backed away a little, Yu Chengze still bowed his head, Ming Qifan Qi Fan touched his face and felt the tears in his hand.

"Small."

Ming Qifan heard Yu Chengze shouting in a hoarse voice, his heart and limbs began to tremble, Yu Chengze raised his face to look at him, and he looked at Yu Chengze with tears all over his face.

"I feel so uncomfortable." Yu Chengze pursed his lips, he seemed to want to cry, but in the end he just said with a suppressed cry: "Xiaoqi, what should I do?"

"What should I do?"

"I can no longer play the piano..."