Why can't the lead singer control himself

Zheng Hao swears, patting his chest, that he is definitely not someone who listens to the corner.

Just came out to find someone, and happened to see Wan Jingjing chatting with his imaginary enemy, and happened to hear the imaginary enemy ask in the first sentence—"Do you like him?"

Who can bear this, who will let it go, who will not stop and wait in a hurry?

But who knows, I didn't wait for Wan Jingjing to say anything.

First, I heard Li Dafu rant about his band, saying it was useless.

Who can bear this, who will let it go, who will not shoot the case?

But Zheng Hao felt that he was really gracious—even so, he just cursed, but held back and didn't make a move.

After all, there are still few people watching around.

Wan Jingjing and Li Dafu turned around at the same time, one was surprised and the other was unapologetic.

Only at this moment can an excellent agent show excellent psychological quality and emotional intelligence.

Wan Jingjing quickly suppressed the panic of being heard the secret, stopped between the two, leaned against Zheng Hao, faced Li Dafu, and said coldly and solemnly: "Music aesthetics are not high or low, we don't need to argue about this kind of thing."

Li Dafu exhaled, calmed down the aggressive momentum just now, and said to Zheng Hao with a smile: "Sorry, I didn't expect you to hear me."

"Hey, I really fucked..." Zheng Hao was angered by this attitude again, cursing and trying to strike again, and Wan Jingjing grabbed his neck and pulled him back.

But this person really deserves a beating, Li Dafu smiled and asked again: "Let's not talk about this, Battery, my last question, are you gay?"

Even Wan Jingjing wanted to punch him.

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"Aren't you going to tell me anything?"

Zheng Hao followed Wan Jingjing into the house.

When they just broke up, Song Yi and the others wanted to organize a group to go drinking. Gu Yao was very interested and wanted to ask if his performance was up to standard, but seeing their expressions, no one dared to ask more.

"What do you want to ask?" Wan Jingjing poured himself a glass of water, sat on the sofa, stretched his long legs, and said with his head raised.

Too many questions to ask.

Do you write all of Stable's songs?

But why is Dave Li Dafu the author of the lyrics?

Why do you keep saying you don't understand music?

Why don't you write songs anymore?

I also want to ask naively: Who do you think is better, Li Dafu or me?

Or: do you really like me?

But when it came to the mouth, it retreated again.

Wan Jingjing had been hiding the matter for so long, so he shouldn't have been forced to ask about it.

Finally, picking and choosing in his mind, he sat down next to Wan Jingjing and decided to confess some things first.

It is easier to tear yourself apart than to tear apart the other person.

"The first time we met, the time I spilled your coffee, I actually did it on purpose. I recognized you as a person."

Wan Jingjing was not surprised, he kept his sitting posture leaning on the sofa, and said "hmm" in a low voice.

"I ran to Beijing by myself when I was 17, and it didn't improve much when I was 20. Few people liked the songs I wrote, and the performances were either cover songs to support the stage, or I played guitar accompaniment for people.

Until the time when the battery was smashed later, they said that I was lucky when I smashed it. After that, many people remembered me. Later, I really formed a band, and the songs I wrote became more and more smooth. "

Zheng Hao put his hands on his lap and recalled earnestly:

"But in fact, I know that there is another very important reason, which is the few words that the person I hit said to me.

He recognized my chord design and said I used it well.

Before that, everyone thought I was crazy and my writing was nondescript. That was the first time I heard such a professional but positive evaluation.

He looked at the reactions of the people around him, Wan Jingjing lowered his head, still holding the water glass in his hand, Zheng Hao thought for a while and then continued:

"It was because of those words that I felt that I could hold on for a while, so I called Huizi and Song Yi over the next year, and I started thinking about being a serious band."

Wan Jingjing smiled inaudibly, but still did not answer.

Zheng Hao touched his nose and smiled:

"I don't know why, it sounds hypocritical, but I went to him later, but no one knew such a person, and I didn't even know whether he was seriously injured or not.

So when I saw you, I thought this person had finally appeared, and I couldn't let him go, so I came up with the trick of pouring coffee. "

The two of them sat side by side, one talking, one listening, neither looking at each other.

Zheng Hao still didn't get any response. He was thinking of what to say, but he didn't know how to continue. He scratched his hair, said "Oops", and turned to look at Wan Jingjing's side face:

"Wan Jingjing, you are the one I hit, right?"

"En", unexpectedly decisive, Wan Jingjing said: "Yes".

The filled balloon was pierced by a needle, Zheng Hao was at a loss for words, let alone what to say. "So... are you actually... Stable... your band?"

"Forget it", Wan Jingjing knew that he couldn't hide it, and it wasn't a very important thing in itself, but...

"I have my reasons and don't want to bring up the past, especially the band's."

"Oh, good", Zheng Hao turned around and sat upright again.

There is another question, he doesn't know if it counts as "a thing in the past", but it should be a thing in the future, so he still asked:

"Then you don't know how to write songs anymore?"

"Yes, I don't want to make music anymore."

Of course Zheng Hao guessed it a long time ago, but when he heard him say that he didn't want to make music anymore, the loss and regret in his heart suddenly became heavier.

"Can I ask why?"

"I have a hurdle that I can't get past. If one day I can face it calmly, I will tell you."

Knowing that it definitely didn't happen overnight, Wan Jingjing didn't want to talk about it, and he wouldn't ask.

"I want to ask one more thing."

Zheng Hao turned his head and looked at Wan Jingjing:

"If you stop being my agent, will we still meet?"

Wan Jingjing leaned his head against the sofa, looked at the ceiling and smiled.

It would be a lie to say that there is no wave in his heart, but some things are still stuck in his throat, he said:

"Are you asking if we'll ever see each other again, or if we'll have sex again?"

"Oh, that's not what I meant."

Zheng Hao lowered his head and scratched his hair. In fact, he didn't know what he wanted to express, or what he wanted Wan Jingjing to answer.

He just poured out all his thoughts and put all his cards on the table.

But it is still not enough, not enough for the other party to see clearly, and not enough for oneself to understand.

He bit his lips, took a few breaths, and glanced at Wan Jingjing's side face—the eyes looking up at the ceiling, the high nose, the tightly closed lips, the curve from the chin to the neck, the throat at the Adam's apple The place outlines the arc.

Zheng Hao turned sideways suddenly, put the hand close to Wan Jingjing on the other's knee, pinched it lightly, and shook it again, trying to make people look at him too.

The person leaning on the sofa turned his head as he wished, and stared down at his eyes, but Zheng Hao himself did not dare to look back.

After swallowing, he said, "Our relationship, if it's not about work, can we be closer?"

"Isn't it close enough?" Wan Jingjing laughed again.

"Could be a little closer...try to be more formal."

Zheng Hao lowered his head, only daring to stare at his hand on someone's knee. This action did not look like a confession, but rather an admission of mistake.

"Is it because I'm leaving, or is it because I'm the same person I was six years ago, or because of the thrill of things like Stable?"

Neither, Zheng Hao knew it was not.

But it seems that it is because of these things that this idea came up.

He opened his mouth, only said "no", and did not speak again.

After a stalemate for a long time, Wan Jingjing still sighed and reached out to rub the back of Zheng Hao's head.

They have done the most intimate things, and when they are emotional, they will also have gentle touch.

But returning to sobriety, but rarely make such a move.

Zheng Hao raised his head and looked over with his upper body upright. He was a little taller than Wan Jingjing who was leaning on the sofa, but he felt like a little daughter-in-law when his head was touched and he leaned sideways to support his thigh.

Wan Jingjing said: "I'm not very good at complimenting others. What I told you [-] years ago is far less than what I thought in my heart, and you have gone faster than I imagined in the past few years. You, you There are several of them."

He looked at Zheng Hao, showed a gentle smile, then lowered his eyelashes, and continued:

"I want to resign because of your reasons and more because of myself.

You need a more professional broker, which I can't and don't want to.

I first came here to help Maggie, and later I wanted to lead you to do a better job, but I never thought about staying in this circle for a long time. "

Zheng Hao knew from the very beginning that Wan Jingjing couldn't be kept, and he didn't want to keep Wan Jingjing on his own.

Wan Jingjing is not a whim, Zheng Hao doesn't like to force others.

What he most wanted to get answered was not this question.

"Then you resigned, we..."

Wan Jingjing put down his hands, leaned forward, and said:

"If this job is handed over, I will go to Hainan. My dad has been recuperating there for several years, and I have never taken care of him."

Zheng Hao's eyes widened, his mind froze a bit.

But before he could organize his words, he saw the people around him approaching, their foreheads were pressed together, and Wan Jingjing's hand that had just been put down was placed next to his ear again, which made people tremble more than touching his head.

The body reacts faster than the brain, Zheng Hao really didn't want to do this kind of thing in this situation, but he almost instinctively kissed the mouth in front of him, and reached out his hand to the waist.

Wan Jingjing was more irritable than usual, and his gentleness was fleeting. He pressed him down and lay down on the sofa, and groped down indiscriminately: "May I come this time?"

"Hey, wait a minute," Zheng Hao didn't like to spoil the scenery, but after realizing it, he still felt that the atmosphere was not right, and clamped his legs like a chaste and strong woman.

This reaction made the person above laugh: "What are you pretending?"

Wan Jingjing stroked his hands from his ears to his cheeks, pinched his chin again, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared straight at Zheng Hao, as if staring at his lover, with a bit of hatred:

"bluff,

You must make it clear, but do you want to understand it?

It's not the first day we met, it wasn't the first day we rolled together.

It's been three years..."

Wan Jingjing's voice paused, and he leaned over to hug Zheng Hao, put his head on his neck, and the voice came from beside his ear:

"I'll let you go, so you can let me go too."

Lead singer Zheng Liu has never encountered such a situation in bed.

He reached out his hand to hug him back, and also wanted to touch the back of Wan Jingjing's head, but he touched the tears on his own face first.

Damn, I actually cried.