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The author has something to say: Zhou Zhou is about to appear (狗头) (狗头)

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Red apples.

cold winter night.

The aroma of coffee is overflowing, I sit directly under the light, close my eyes while playing and singing, and your image gradually emerges in my mind.

Before the song is over, the smile on your lips does not diminish.

I, who is thousands of miles away from you, shyly sing a foreign language love song in front of the microphone.

The most inadvertent, is the most missed.

At the end of the year, there are endless awards ceremonies.

Zhou Yichao was busier than when he was filming. He often had to fly to catch the next one after one ceremony, leaving Ye Xi alone at home, not even in the mood to relax and enjoy his favorite baking.

The award ceremony was broadcast live at [-]:[-] p.m., Ye Xi nestled on the sofa with a pillow in his arms, and casually unpacked a packet of cucumber-flavored potato chips. Zhou Yichao, who was watching TV, was wearing a beautifully tailored new suit and signed his name on the exhibition board with a marker. Flashes and fans waved and smiled.

I haven't seen him for half a month, Zhou Yichao seems to have lost weight again.

Ye Xi lowered his head and glanced at his belly, which had accumulated some flesh, and threw away the potato chips in his hand in frustration.

Ye Xi, who stepped on the treadmill for the first time, was still walking leisurely at the beginning, thinking that Zhou Yichao's exercise parameters were only so-so, and he couldn't bear it soon after it was fully started.

So Ye Xi turned off the treadmill, looked dimly at Zhou Yichao's good figure holding the trophy and saying his acceptance speech on the screen, and resigned himself to picking up the potato chips on the coffee table and stuffing them into his mouth.

Zhou Yichao, who has become a star, is really dazzling.

On the eve of Christmas Eve, Ye Xi went out to visit the supermarket.

I bought a big bag of holiday decorations, paid the bill and went out the door. The icy cold wind brushed my cheeks, and I barely regained my consciousness.

Obviously I don't know if he will come back...

Ye Xi entered the password and pressed the doorknob, shook off the cotton shoes and walked barefoot into the house with the shopping bag in hand.

During the live broadcast of the game, he got the title of "Little Rabbit" because he accidentally sat on the floor. Zhou Yichao covered the whole house with soft floor mats the next day, even the stairs were no exception.

The newly purchased slippers completely lost their usefulness within a few days, and Ye Xi never wore them at home since then.

The largest shopping bags are filled with festive items in bright colors of red and green.

Ye Xi sat on the soft cushion at home, picked up his mobile phone and opened Zhou Yichao's dialogue box, wanting to ask when the other party will come back, but found that the most recent chat record was a blurry photo taken by Zhou Yichao on the way to catch up with the schedule a week ago Street scene, the mood suddenly deflated like a deflated ball.

On the TV's shopping channel, the host enthusiastically introduced the limited products, and cheerful holiday songs floated into Ye Xi's ears.

After nearly two hours, the bought bags were finally emptied.

Ye Xi looked at the stickers on the windows, the colored lights on the walls, and the gift boxes piled up in the corner of the room, straightened his aching waist and threw the phone on the sofa beside him.

He didn't contact me first, why should I contact him first?

Who says you can't celebrate alone?

Just thinking about it, Zhou Yichao made a video call.

The little bit of anger that had just been mixed in instantly disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Yichao was sitting in the car, with the trophy leaning against his arms, his deep eyes were bent at the moment he saw him, and the inside was covered with tiny, shining streamers.

"There's one ceremony left, and I'll be back soon. Does my little rabbit miss me?"

Before Ye Xi could speak, his face turned red.

"Who, who is your little rabbit..."

With his slender knuckles on his tie, Zhou Yichao unscrewed the top two buttons of his white shirt, and fell back lazily like a trophy in his arms, unexpectedly he didn't say any more words to tease himself.

"The fat-reducing meal in the hotel is so bad, I want to eat braised pork."

Completely ignoring Xu Tong's warning cough, Zhou Yichao had an aggrieved, puppy-like look on his face.

Ye Xi recalled the poll launched in Chaohua two days ago: What kind of boy do you think Zhou Yichao is?

A cat

B dog

C little wolf dog

D comment area supplement

Ye Xi poked B decisively.

"Is there a specific time for your return?"

"Tickets are booked, return on Christmas evening."

Ye Xi subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the festive window.

"Here we are at the hotel."

Xu Tong's voice sounded again, Zhou Yichao raised his eyes and glanced out, lowered his head and put on a mask, his voice was more than half covered.

"Just wait for me at home."

Ye Xi let out an "um", and the shaking video call was quickly cut off.

There is still a Christmas tree missing in the house.

It was already very late, Ye Xi thought that he would contact the delivery tomorrow, so he would simply clean up today, so he picked up the shopping bag beside him.

The leaflets inside fell lightly on the floor mat.

The cafe is urgently looking for temporary playing and singing during festivals. It requires a good image, hourly wages, and negotiable.

Ye Xi bent down to pick up the flyer, but his hand stopped above the trash can.

The familiar tune echoed in my ears, and the melancholy dark blue began to spread from my fingertips.

By coincidence, Ye Xi was sitting on the sofa in the cafe the next day, holding his ID card with his date of birth in his hand and showing it to the boss.

"How long have you been studying music?"

"Four years."

Ye Xi put his ID card into the card bag he carried with him, sat upright and let the boss's scrutinizing eyes sweep back and forth twice from head to toe, thinking of retreating for no reason.

"Let's sing a song first."

Ye Xi stepped on the high stool, the hand holding the guitar trembled slightly.

The reason for sitting here is not clear even to myself.

Last night, I saw Zhou Yichao sitting by the window of the practice room playing the guitar again in my dream, and woke up dazedly biting a piece of bread without even spreading the jam evenly.

When the cold wind blows away the hazy drowsiness and really wakes up, I have already stood at the door of the cafe holding the flyer.

Things have come to this point, and there is no way out.

Ye Xi adjusted the guitar, chose a brisk song and started singing.

The voice is much clearer than it was six years ago.

After the family went bankrupt, the mother fell ill overnight, and all the debts fell on the father. The failure of debut and the oppression of life forced him to leave the company and sell all the luxuries at home to pay for the hospitalization of his mother. During the day, he took care of his mother. , At night, he picks expensive jobs to supplement his family.

Undertook six years of debt and worked day and night.

I thought that I would never have the day when I would hold the guitar again.

In the end, my father couldn't bear the double pressure of debt collection and family pressure, so he jumped off the roof of the company. After hearing the news of his father's death, his mother, who was weak on the hospital bed, became thinner and became sicker day by day. went.

It's been a long time since I sang a song in such a relaxing way.

Ye Xi put down the guitar, saw the boss nodding to himself with a smile, and stretched out his hand to take the cup of mocha coffee that the boss handed over.

"The hourly salary will be paid according to the normal standard. The time starts from [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m.? Because today is Christmas Eve, it will be tripled."

Ye Xi nodded, lowered his head and took a sip of the coffee in his cup.

It's very sweet, a taste that Zhou Yichao would like.

It was 10:30 in the morning when I came out of the cafe. Fortunately, after the interview, I still had time to decorate the Christmas tree for tomorrow's holiday with Zhou Yichao.

It's still too much work for one person to arrange, and there is no extra energy for lunch, so Ye Xi simply put cheese and ham on the bread slices, pressed them in the sandwich maker, took them out, and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing while going upstairs, Pushing open the bedroom door just finished eating.

Ye Xi set the alarm clock, fell asleep and recovered his strength.

At six o'clock in the evening, Ye Xi sang with his guitar in his arms, and at his feet was the mineral water thoughtfully prepared by the owner of the cafe.

I don't know if it was infected by the festive atmosphere, but all the people in the field of vision tonight looked very happy.

Feeling lighter, Ye Xi adjusted the microphone in front of him, and after the applause at the end of the song, he turned his head and took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

Eight o'clock in the evening, the time for the last award ceremony.

At this time, Zhou Yichao should be smiling in front of the camera, wearing a neat suit and sitting with the seniors and juniors, waiting for the moment when his name is pronounced, he will naturally be captured in the center of the camera, becoming a shining star.

The hand that hadn't plucked the strings for a long time felt a faint pain. Ye Xi clamped the guitar on his knees, stretched his hands forward, and regretted today's impulsive part-time job for no reason.

I should be sitting in front of the TV right now.

Whether it's a live broadcast or a call.

Thinking back carefully, during the half a month since Zhou Yichao left, I hadn't congratulated him on winning the award.

Ye Xi pressed the chord again, closed his eyes and hummed softly along with the melody.

——The fat-reducing meal in the hotel is terrible. I want to eat braised pork.

——Tickets are booked, return on Christmas evening.

— Obediently wait for me at home.

Those deep eyes will only show a bright smile when they see themselves.

The foreign language love songs sung in the mouth are gentle and sad.

Peel off the shell of appearance, the soft inside is often closer to reality.

It doesn't matter whether it's him who doesn't care about the calories and eats a big meal, or he who is in a happy mood and hums a song to open the candy.

want to see him.

Ye Xi returned home with three times the daily salary, transferred the debts to the debtors one by one in advance, took off his shoes and lay down on the sofa, silently hugging the pillow beside him.

The time without Zhou Yichao always passed extremely long, and even sleep was affected.

Ye Xi took out the vitamin bottle that hadn't been opened for a long time in the drawer, swallowed it with water and closed his eyes.

On Christmas morning, Ye Xi turned on his phone, and received a selfie of Zhou Yichao holding a plane ticket.

Xu Tong stood beside him wearing a mask, even if only half of his face appeared, his eyes were still not very friendly.

Ye Xi rolled up his sleeves after washing up, and officially started processing the ingredients.

In any case, the salary must be worthy of the salary given. A dish of braised pork is obviously not enough, and the combination of meat and vegetables with four dishes and one soup is the basic.

As for the manager with a stinking face, Zhou Yichao said don't worry about it.

Ye Xi was humming a song, and the knife in his hand didn't stop for a moment. After working in the kitchen for most of the day, the dishes were impeccable both in taste and color.

At the same time that Zhou Yichao's plane arrived, Ye Xi put the rice soaked in water into the rice cooker, turned around and turned off the medium-low heat for stewing the braised pork.

The kitchen is full of aromas.