Why can't the lead singer control himself

Wan Jingjing has watched Zheng Hao's performance countless times, from the shabby underground LiveHouse when we first met, to the ever-growing stages, music festivals, concerts, and then to TV shows.

But this was the first time that he was standing in a place that was not too far away. There was no stage, no lights, and even the position where he was standing was a little sunken, making him look a head lower than usual.More and more people gathered around, harmonica, tambourine, and other guitars spontaneously played with him, some took pictures and videos, and some followed suit.

But the man standing in the middle said that the song was sung only for him.

Wan Jingjing stood up and lay prone on the railing, staring at him intently.

Seeing him return to the guitar after singing "Lights", the group of young people who played and sang invited him to play together. Zheng Hao refused with a smile, and trotted towards the terrace where Wan Jingjing was.

Wan Jingjing lowered his body while leaning on the railing, and faced Zheng Hao who had come to stand still. His eyes were shining brightly in the dark night, and the excitement after singing was still on his face, but his eyes were all about the person in front of him.

Zheng Hao stared at Wan Jingjing eagerly, and didn't say a word. The meaning was too clear, and he couldn't justify it without expressing his testimonials.

"But you are like this, I just want to kiss you," Wan Jingjing said.

Zheng Hao was so shameless, he was immediately amused after listening to it, and he stretched out his hand to grab someone's face, but the other party smiled and stood up straight to avoid it.

He was in vain, and could only vent his anger by cursing: "Run away after flirting? A scumbag!"

However, if it was Zheng Hao, Wan Jingjing didn't mind being a bit more scumbag, so he turned around and walked towards the other side of the terrace.

Zheng Hao refused to let go, and simply sang again.So the picture became a bit weird. On the long terrace, a person walked faster and faster with a smile. The tip catches me, lights me as it sinks...

Wan Jingjing smiled as he walked, and turned around the terrace to the other side of the house, which was backed by the beach and separated from the crowd.

Far away from the lights of the bonfire on the beach, only the moon above his head was left, and Zheng Hao was shrouded in this warm halo, still singing love songs.

Wan Jingjing: "Stupid"

Zheng Hao lost his nerve again, and shouted into the night sky: "He has spoken. Ah! Go on, angel of light! Because I look up at you in the night, like a mortal in this world, with my eyes wide open, It's like looking at an angel with wings, riding white clouds slowly across the sky." (*)

Wan Jingjing shook his head: "This paragraph is not good, let me make something original."

Not reciting the lines anymore, Zheng Hao thought about it, and opened his hands this time:

"You jump down, I'll follow you."

Wan Jingjing didn't speak, his expression couldn't be seen clearly in the dark night.

Zheng Hao went on to say:

"Wan Jingjing, no matter what happens, no matter where you go, I will catch you."

Wan Jingjing hesitated for a while, and the next moment, Zheng Hao was thrown down by someone who jumped from the balcony, and the two of them fell on the beach with a bang.

"Damn," Zheng Hao's back hit the beach. It didn't hurt, but he felt a lot of sand getting into his clothes and pants. He wanted to get up, but Wan Jingjing was on top of him, leaning his head on his shoulder and laughing.

Being pressed down by a 1.8-meter-six person is quite heavy. Zheng Hao looked up at the moon and the stars, Wan Jingjing laughed softly in his ears, but he was still reluctant to get up, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the waist of the person on his body: "This time it's me. Got you."

"It will be in the future."

Wan Jingjing's laughter stopped gradually, and the warm touch spread along Zheng Hao's neck to his ears, and he was kissing him.

In the endless night sky, distant music and laughter sounded in my ears, but it seemed far away.

Zheng Hao sank in his lover's kiss, layer by layer, as if his body was falling infinitely into the sand, and with the touch of Wan Jingjing's hand, he was wrapped in warm and rough fluid.

Before the package submerged him, Zheng Hao let out a "woo" and stretched out his hand to push his shoulder, Wan Jingjing stepped back and looked at him.

Zheng Hao was a little embarrassed: "Hey, I can't stand kissing me again, just look at me."

Wan Jingjing looked down, and let out a muffled laugh from his chest. He let Zheng Hao go, lay side by side with him on his back, and said, "Me too."

Zheng Hao bent his legs, glanced at Wan Jingjing's situation, thought for a while, and put his hand neatly by his side, just holding his hand was enough: "Doing something here is a bit like having an affair. , let's bear with it."

Wan Jingjing agreed, but laughed even harder, shaking the ground with the sand.

Zheng Hao thought, that's great, Wan Jingjing has known him for so long, and he has never laughed so frequently like today.

He held hands and hummed along with the singing from the crowd over there:

Lightswillguideyouhome (light will guide you home)

Andigniteyourbones (warms you from the inside out)

AndIwilltrytofixyou (And Iwilltrytofixyou)(*)

He sang a few lines without bounds, and he said, "What year is this song from?"

"05, 06? Forgot", Wan Jingjing replied.

Zheng Hao giggled: "I just remembered, when I first heard this song, I forgot that it was in junior high school, fixyou, Song Yifei said it meant 'fix you', you idiot."

"The first time I heard this song, it seemed like I was in college," Wan Jingjing said.

Zheng Hao was a little shocked: "Your music family only listens to music without lyrics?"

Wan Jingjing laughed again: "I don't know about other aristocratic families. Anyway, my family can't listen to pop and rock music. I don't even have a TV at home."

"Ah?" Zheng Hao felt a little sympathetic, "So you don't sign your name on Stable, is it because of this?"

"Well, I always play in bands without telling my family," Wan Jingjing said.

"Then you kid is really upright, no wonder your dad said that you have one thing on the outside and another on the other side." Zheng Hao didn't know whether he was praising others or hurting others.

Wan Jingjing turned to look at him, thinking that you are quite good at summarizing, isn't that what my dad said?

But it's amazing, the childhood memories that I always felt wronged and dull, were not so badly remembered by Zheng Hao's gag, and he said: "The first time I went to see your performance, it was also sneaky, so I didn't Hold you accountable for stage accidents."

"That's overdue." Zheng Hao put his hands behind his head and looked sideways under the moonlight. The faint scar on Wan Jingjing's forehead was still there. If you are disfigured, if you can’t get married, come to my house and be the son-in-law.”

"What kind of messed up seniority is this?" Wan Jingjing scolded him.

Zheng Hao thought about the time in his mind, and he was a little preoccupied: "Ah, then did you start the Stable band after seeing my performance, or did you have it first? When did you know Li Dafu?"

"He and I were classmates. I knew him when I first went to school in the UK. Because of him, I started listening to rock music and playing guitar."

Hearing Zheng Hao's cold snort, Wan Jingjing squeezed his hand and coaxed him, "But when he first formed Stable, I didn't join. It was because I saw your performance that I made up my mind to be a band."

"Then why are you forming a group with him? I couldn't find anyone to form a band with at that time. How nice of you to find me."

"I dare to mess around in China?" Wan Jingjing said with a smile, "I'm not as brave as you. No matter how rebellious I am, I have to finish college. And at that time, only Li Dafu knew about my family's situation and was willing to help. I've been putting off the band's publicity gigs without telling it."

Zheng Hao was a little unhappy when he heard this, and still wanted to step on him: "Yes, let me go, I can't agree to sign the song you wrote as myself."

"Yes, you are so aboveboard." Wan Jingjing deliberately teased him, "This is all my own choice, and it has nothing to do with him. In the future, if you run into a program or something, don't be too familiar with him."

"What can I know as well as him?" Zheng Hao curled his lips, "The other day I said something about you being hit on the head by me, and he was very angry when he heard it, and then he made such a scene on the show."

Wan Jingjing smiled: "So that's the case, alas, then I can only blame you for leaving you a rival in love?

He knows that I changed my mind because I listened to your performance, so there may be a bit of a rivalry. If you are wronged, just take it as helping me make up for the loss caused by quitting the team. "

These words are very useful to Zheng Hao, yes, who said that we are a family?

On the one hand, he was flattered, but on the other hand he didn't want Wan Jingjing to feel guilty about Li Dafu, so he broke up with him and said, "You left the team because you were injured in a car accident, and it can't be decided by manpower. Besides, you left all your manuscripts to him. If you earn it, where do you owe him?"

"You know?" Wan Jingjing poked at the thorn.

Zheng Hao quickly sold Gu Yao, and said happily, "Gu Yao told me that she's a gossip, asking about everything. Stay away from her too."

Wan Jingjing laughed angrily and ignored him. Zheng Hao thought that he had slipped his tongue anyway, so he simply asked clearly: "Then you, go to the hospital today, what did the doctor say, can your hands recover?"

"Maybe, maybe not, I don't know", Wan Jingjing also followed Zheng Hao's example and put his hand behind his head, and the injured right hand was held in his palm.

What Zheng Hao wants to ask most is: "If it's okay, do you still want to play the guitar? Come with me."

This time Wan Jingjing really fell into silence.

But regarding his hand injury, why and how he had the car accident, whether he has been seriously treated over the years, whether there are other reasons besides the injury... Zheng Hao actually has countless questions in his heart, but every time Wanjing Jing's silence made him stand still.

If it was a scar that he hadn't healed yet, then no matter what Zheng Hao's identity was, he would not be willing to forcibly uncover it.

But when Zheng Hao thought that this matter would stop here again, and was thinking about finding a topic to divert from, Wan Jingjing spoke:

"Actually, I went to see a psychiatrist today."

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*Dialogue from "Romeo and Juliet"

*Lyrics from "FixYou" fromColdplay