Why can't the lead singer control himself

"Give me... lights, happy birthday."

Zheng Hao on the screen, holding a red guitar, red leather jacket, and short black hair is arrogant and messy, he is still the most eye-catching person in the noisy variety show stage.

Holding the guitar alone, he sang quietly:

You are the light in the dream

Catch me at the end of the wind

Light me up when I'm down

you fished me up

You let me fly back again

You are the wall and the spear

You shattered chaos and built trenches

……

Wan Jingjing was sitting on the sofa with his Ipad, his voice was not loud, but he listened carefully to every word.

Zheng Hao raised his head after singing the last word, and smiled slightly at the camera.

The host interviewed at the right time: "Battery wait a minute, you and Dave both said that your song is going to be given to a person, and he just didn't want to disclose it, so can you talk about the friend you want to give it to?"

Zheng Hao was obviously about to step down, but he was stopped by Leng Shengsheng, so he could only say into the microphone: "This song is called lights, just like what he means to me."

"Is he your friend?"

"Yes", Zheng Hao lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly said: "But I want him to be my boyfriend."

There was an uproar at the scene.

The screen cut to Lin Zhang in the audience, his expression was as if he had swallowed a snare drum alive.

Wan Jingjing himself tensed reflexively.

The program aired this segment without cutting it, so one can imagine what the company was up to, no wonder that lunatic didn't come to harass him this week.

Now that the program has just launched, it is estimated that this clip will spread on the Internet in a short while.

Zheng Hao has a lot of gossip, and his sexual orientation is not a big secret in the circle, but coming out in public on the show is different - no matter how stupid an artist is, he will be pushed to the forefront if he does such a thing.

And the program group has the courage to release all of them for this effect, and must have arranged a lot of sailors to add fuel to the flames.

What about the company?

……

Wan Jingjing didn't care about being moved, and subconsciously calculated what might happen.

This demeanor of thinking in a daze fell into the eyes of Wan Qing who had just come out of the room.

"What are you looking at?" Wan Qing's words interrupted Wan Jingjing's deep thinking.

"It's nothing, it's a variety show." Wan Jingjing turned off his iPad, stood up from the sofa to give up his father's seat, and sat on the single chair next to him.

Wan Qing sat down steadily, her brows lowered a little.

The eyes of the father and son are exactly the same, the distance between the brows and eyes is slightly close, and the corners of the eyes are slightly raised.

The difference is that although Wan Jingjing's eyes also reveal a sense of arrogance and distance, he is more of a lazy arrogance, as if he doesn't pay attention to other people's good or bad emotions, which makes people see Not very friendly.

And Wan Qing's eyebrows, even when stretched, there are two grooves, and his eyes are always focused on the person, full of scrutiny and judgment.With such eye ends, the old professor's aura of calmness and prestige is added.

Seeing his father like this, Wan Jingjing knew that he had something to say, so he couldn't help but sit upright, waiting for the other party to ask questions.

"What do you plan to do? Come here for vacation, or to work seriously?" Wan Qing's tone was neither condemning nor complaining, just as calm as asking a student what major he planned to major in.

Wan Jingjing didn't dare to slack off, of course he thought about this matter, but dared to think about it but dared not say it.

"No plan?" Wan Qing was impatient, seeing that his son was quiet, he asked again.

"Well... yes, there is a surf shop by the coast, and I plan to be a shop assistant," Wan Jingjing replied anxiously, waiting for the next trial.

As expected, the furrow between Wan Qing's eyebrows deepened: "Is this your plan?"

Now that Wan Jingjing had said it, he no longer felt guilty: "For the time being, I think so."

"For the time being, you will always only make temporary plans and only care about your own happiness."

Wan Qing's tone was not serious, but the familiar and imperceptible disappointment on his face still made Wan Jingjing's heart sink.

Nothing seemed to have changed at all.

There is no point in resisting, compromising, and fleeing. I will always be an unsatisfactory, unrefined, willful son.

Wan Jingjing defended in a low voice: "I'm not happy, I dare not be happy."

To his surprise, when Wan Qing heard this disobedient sentence, his faint arrogance did not explode, but he was silent for a while, as if he had completely given up communication: "You can figure it out."

After speaking, he stood up on his knees.

Wan Jingjing suddenly stopped him and said, "Dad, today is my birthday."

Wan Qing stood up slowly and looked down at his son who was straight on the sofa——Wan Jingjing was tall when he was a child, but he was a little hunched when he was in junior high school. It took him a year of constant reminders and beatings before he changed back this habit.

Looking away, he snorted and said with a snort, "I still think about my birthday when I get older."

Wan Jingjing didn't expect to hear any good words, but his father's long-lost concession gave him some inexplicable warmth, so he boldly said such a sentence.

Thinking that today's conversation was over, Wan Jingjing took his Ipad back to read the public opinion on the Internet, but Wan Qing didn't leave, staring at the screen in his hand and said: "It's not that someone gave you a big fanfare What about your birthday?"

Wan Jingjing was taken aback, and couldn't figure out how his father knew about it for a moment, so he had to explain in a vague way: "This is the band I signed before."

"I know," Wan Qing poked him again and said, "One year during the winter vacation, you injured your head when you went out. You said you were passing by a construction site and you were hit, but in fact he did it, right?"

Wan Jingjing is a bit petrified, he went to see the performance secretly back then, and when he came back, he was smashed and dared not tell his family, so he could only make up a lie.

I don't know how his father knew this, so he can only say dryly, "You know everything?"

Wan Qing was noncommittal, walked to the piano in the living room with his hands behind his back, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the shiny body of the piano, as if he said to himself: "I have been like this since I was a child. I am obedient on the surface, but I always hold my own ideas in my heart. If you want to hide it What we do we will only know in hindsight."

"I didn't want to hide it," Wan Jingjing retorted, "It's useless to say what I want to tell you."

"So you just told your mother, thinking that everything can be arranged, and the result?"

Those words were like a stab in Wan Jingjing's heart. His grievance and rebellion could only die down in the face of this matter, without confidence.

"Dad," Wan Jingjing softened his tone, "It's because I can't do what you want, and I'm still self-righteous."

Wan Qing was speechless, stroked the corner of the piano, and finally said: "Let's go out and eat a bowl of noodles."

—

At night, Wan Qing fell asleep on schedule, while Wan Jingjing was in the living room by himself, staring at the piano in a daze.

"Missing Persons" finally called just before 12 o'clock.

"Did you sleep?" Zheng Hao whispered on the phone.

The corners of Wan Jingjing's eyes softened unconsciously, but his tone was still not very pleasant: "No".

Zheng Hao felt that it had something to do with him, so he quickly coaxed: "I wanted to wait for you to watch the show before making a call today, but they confiscated my mobile phone, it was just stolen, and I'm still in the company.

Fortunately, I am not late, happy birthday. "

This reminded Wan Jingjing. He remembered the show, and he hadn't checked Weibo just now, so he asked, "Then how are you? How many hot searches have you been on?"

Zheng Hao sneered: "Hey, how many are there? It's okay, Lin Zhang will take care of it."

Wan Jingjing opened Weibo, good guy, I don’t know if there were others earlier, just now, 10 of the top 3 are related to them

#夏日冰粉lead singer out of the closet#

#郑浩Battery#

#lights#

There is also a hot search for a program #落听我们的声音#, which was originally an A-level program, which is more popular than S+-level programs.

Habitually wanting to click in and continue to look, Zheng Hao asked cautiously again: "Are you not angry? I have been educated for a week, I know I was wrong, I read it all, although there are many hot searches this time, But there are still quite a few people who support me, and they didn't involve your matter..."

This was originally a long-standing apology between the two of them. No one could tell what was wrong. It is estimated that Zheng Hao himself did not really agree.

But every time Wan Jingjing got angry because of work, he would apologize first with such a good attitude.

But today, like a box that has been imprisoned for a long time, a small gap was gently pried. Wan Jingjing stopped to check the hot searched hands, reopened WeChat, and changed the voice call to a video call.

Zheng Hao answered quickly. It seemed that he was hiding in the rehearsal room. He was a little surprised when he received the video call. He couldn't hide his joy, and asked, "What's wrong? Miss me?"

Wan Jingjing didn't smile, and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"Ah?" Zheng Hao hurriedly hid his joy, put on a painful expression and said, "I'm impulsive again..."

Before he finished speaking, Wan Jingjing interrupted him and asked, "Are you happy after you finish all this?"

Maybe Zheng Hao felt that something was wrong, so he didn't dare to laugh any more, and replied honestly: "Well, it was quite fun at the time, I wanted to sing this song, but they didn't let me, but I still wanted to sing what I wanted to say." It was all sung and said."

"Then why did you apologize to me?" Wan Jingjing said aggressively.

"Aren't I afraid that you will be angry?" Zheng Hao was confused by the interrogation, frowned, and then quickly added: "I mean, I like you, and I sing this song for you, but And I’m afraid that it’s self-defeating to make you angry.”

"I'm afraid I'll be angry", Wan Jingjing repeated this sentence, and many images flashed through his mind in a mess——

When I was a child, I cried and sat in front of this piano, and when I heard the footsteps, I quickly wiped away my tears;

The piece was so difficult that I tore up the score, and then secretly glued it back;

After finally writing a song I like, I dare not sign it before publishing it;

I accepted the invitation to perform at the graduation ceremony, but the invitation was only sent to my mother...

What overlaps with this is Zheng Hao's expression of carefully watching his face every time in the past.

To make simple communication complicated, people can only guess and self-defeating again and again.

Whose problem is it?

Zheng Hao's puzzled expression appeared on the phone screen, and he was still asking: "What's wrong with you, old man, then I won't make my own decisions next time. I originally wanted to surprise you."

Wan Jingjing smiled, and the state of misty thoughts seemed to have returned a little bit throughout the night, and said to Zheng Hao on the phone: "No, I'm not angry, I was just thinking, what do you like about me?"

"Ah?" Zheng Hao suddenly panicked.

How is this question usually asked?Is it because I put too much pressure on myself, is it because the song has been written a little too much, or is it too much trouble, making Wan Jingjing feel that he is talking sweet words again...

He could only say, "If you like it, you like it. You are so nice, so many people like you, how normal it is."

Wan Jingjing was not satisfied with this answer, he lowered his eyes and said:

"It's different, they don't understand, but you've been with me for so long, don't you think it's very tiring to be with me?"

Zheng Hao, who was already waiting for a good card, suddenly heard this slightly weak sentence.

In an instant, he understood that this was an opportunity as well as a test.

Just like all girls would ask if I am old and fat, do you still like me, Wan Jingjing is not exempt!

In a hurry, he choked out a sentence of love:

"I just like the way you abuse me! No matter how tired you are, you will be happy."

Wan Jingjing's expression became more serious.