Why can't the lead singer control himself

A few months ago, Zheng Hao might have really regarded this as important news, but for him now, ten Li Dafus don't pay attention to it.

He turned his head and told Wan Jingjing, and got a calm nod.

Looking back, Chen Xiyue crushed the beer can.

Zheng Hao persuaded him seriously: "If you draw another hundred cards, you will always get James, don't be discouraged."

Then I decided not to give this person any more sympathy.

For someone like Chen Xiyue, who has basketball, music, game consoles, promotion and salary increase, it is probably okay not to fall in love in this life.

It was superfluous to comfort him.

On the return journey, Zheng Hao told Wan Jingjing his thoughts.

Wan Jingjing didn't know if he was a little delirious from drinking, and he didn't react after hearing it, he just laughed.

After a while, he said to himself: "If he doesn't worry about it, it's time to arrange a blind date in a few years."

Zheng Hao just thought about Chen Xiyue being framed for a blind date, and found it funny.He wondered again, wondering if Chen Xiyue would marry a girl who was "well-matched" according to the arrangement of his family in the end.

After thinking about it, I feel a little melancholy.

Everyone has their own way to go, and no one else can figure out the hard work and pride in it.

As for himself, it took several detours on this road, but in the end he was really lucky.

The people around me leaned back on the back seat, closing their eyes to resist the dizziness caused by drunkenness and motion sickness.

The car passed the viaduct, and the street lights on both sides hit the car windows, which were divided into shadows and overlapped over Wan Jingjing's face.

Zheng Hao looked at him from the side, his lover's gaze seemed real, Wan Jingjing suddenly opened his eyes, turned sideways and looked at him, then stared at him and smiled for no reason.

Such Wan Jingjing is rare.

The raised eyebrows were bent down with a smile, and the alcohol added a lazy soft light to him, like a feline stretching its body to rest, when it looked at people with a straight smile, it was a little unclear challenge.

People can't tell whether he is unintentionally affectionate, or implies that he is willing to be the prey.

Zheng Hao suddenly remembered the first time he took someone home with him. He also had such an unclear look in his eyes. He didn't say much from the car to the house, but when his eyes met, it seemed that he didn't need to say anything. up.

Everything after that came naturally.

Maybe I am the prey targeted by the big cat.

He thought of a question, and he should ask Wan Jingjing when he was drunk.

Zheng Hao helped the man go home and closed the door.Hold the waist and take the other party to the bed.

Thinking of this man's cleanliness problem, he helped him change his clothes, dragged him to the bathroom and took a shower.

He came back and poured two cups of hot water, watched Wan Jingjing drink one cup, and put the other cup on his side of the bed.

Then Zheng Hao sat on the edge of the bed, scratched his head, and licked his lips.

Finally asked the export:

"Did you come to my performance that time, did you come to me on purpose?"

"Huh?" Wan Jingjing was half leaning on the head of the bed, the smile in his eyes remained undiminished, and there was a layer of confusion like being in the clouds.

"Hey, it's okay." Zheng Hao turned his face halfway.

He didn't know why he was suddenly hypocritical, what he was fussing about.

But he was still a little reconciled, so he whispered worriedly and with little confidence: "I don't know what you think, but in the future, don't look at others like that again."

Wan Jingjing heard it again this time, smiled hoarsely, and reached out to Zheng Hao: "Hug me, and I'll tell you."

"I said why have you become more and more fond of acting like a baby recently?" Zheng Hao muttered a few words in a low voice, but obediently embraced her.

Wan Jingjing's chin rested on his shoulder, and his alcoholic breath was in his ear.

A small piece of hair was missing from the wound on the back of Zheng Hao's head, and Wan Jingjing especially liked to touch it.

The body of the drunken person is very hot, and the fingers are hot, and it is itchy to stroke around the scabbed wound.

The low and hoarse voice deliberately said behind the ear: "It was on purpose, to provoke you on purpose."

Zheng Hao was sweet and sour, and secretly curled his lips and said, "Then...do you still use this trick to provoke others?"

It is estimated that few people can stand the look in his eyes.

Wan Jingjing laughed again, exhaled hot and humid breath, and hit the side of Zheng Hao's face.

His lips touched the side of Zheng Hao's neck: "Anyway, I have never been a zero for others."

"hiss……"

Zheng Hao was teased up, looked at him from a distance, and finally let go of those dark thoughts.Smiling frankly and dissolutely, he raised his hand and took off the jumper, and leaned over again: "Then let you make up for it."

He kissed Wan Jingjing, his voice became hoarse even when he was not drinking, and asked on the other's lips: "Are you coming?"

Wan Jingjing didn't say anything, just kissed him quietly.

Zheng Hao was very cooperative at the beginning, but after kissing for a long time without seeing the next step, he couldn't bear it at first.

His hands slipped in under the hem of the pajamas, his fingers playing the guitar touched his abdominal muscles, and he lifted up the mermaid line again.

Swipe over slowly, and wait until you are about to touch the right place.

Wan Jingjing held his hand through his clothes.

Zheng Hao opened his eyes, very upset.

Wan Jingjing regained a little sobriety, paused and said, "Go to sleep, I won't do anything today."

"What?" Zheng Hao unzipped his trousers.

"Did you drink alcohol? No, I'll come!"

Wan Jingjing stepped back two inches, and covered himself with the quilt: "It's you who can't do it, your myocarditis has not healed yet, so you can't exercise vigorously."

Zheng Hao stared at him, realizing that the other party was not joking or trying to refuse.

But...he looked down at himself.

Dying again: "We haven't lived for a long, long time."

Wan Jingjing shook his head as if he had escaped into Buddhism.

Zheng Hao had no choice but to throw himself to the other side of the bed and bury his head on the pillow, but the energy still couldn't dissipate.

No way, he decided not to rely on men and rely on himself...

But I heard Wan Jingjing say again: "You can't even fly, your heartbeat will be affected."

"My heartbeat is not working right now!"

Zheng Hao was so desperate, he got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

The next morning, he, who had never had acne before adolescence, had a huge acne on his chin, and he couldn't shave the painful beard.

But Wan Jingjing walked around like a normal person, getting some food for a while, fiddling with the iPad for a while, and asked him pretendingly if he wanted to order a coffee.

Zheng Haoli ignored him, picked up the guitar and played it randomly.

Wan Jingjing didn't coax, and sat by the side watching him perform.

After a glass of iced Americano was finished, he stretched out his hand and asked Zheng Hao, "Give me a try?"

"Huh?" Zheng Hao was taken aback.

Wan Jingjing wants to play the guitar?

His anger could not resist the temptation of this sentence.

As if afraid of being repented, he quickly stuffed the guitar into Wan Jingjing's arms.

This red electric guitar has been with Zheng Hao for four or five years, and many parts have been replaced. There are dense commemorative stickers on the surface of the guitar, and the strap is also a sequined style that I don’t know where to order.

It's gaudy, and it's not Wan Jingjing's style at first glance.

The piano that Wan Jingjing often uses is black, with a little silver decorative line, which is low-key and cool.

Later he left it in London, probably sold by the landlord long ago.

Wan Jingjing adjusted his position and swept two chords.

He has been doing rehabilitation. If there is no mood swing, it is no problem to play games with his right hand.Playing the piano will definitely not be the same as before, the fingers are not as flexible as before, and the control is not as sharp.

But playing a simple chord is still no problem. Zheng Hao's eyes lit up when he played the first note.

After all, it was the first time I saw Wan Jingjing playing the guitar in front of him.

"It's good, it's good, I sound better than Song Yi's peak state." Zheng Hao has recently secretly studied psychology and knows the importance of encouragement.

Wan Jingjing glanced at him: "Didn't you hear anything else?"

Zheng Hao was taken aback, he really didn't listen to the music carefully, and was just looking at people.

Wan Jingjing shook his head, played it again, and complained after finishing playing:

"What I gave you a while ago was just a melody, I expanded it a bit, can you take a break?"

How dare Zheng Hao not be distracted, he was just surprised: "I wrote it these few days? When did you get it? It's so fast."

"I'm not happy," Wan Jingjing said, putting down the piano, and took out the iPad to show Zheng Hao the score.

"I took the time to think about it, and I didn't add an arrangement. It's still far away, but I'm really a little anxious."

"What's the rush? Even if the album starts next week, it will take two months." Zheng Hao asked.

"I'm in a hurry to finish writing this song before signing with Qin Dongwen Company, so that Maggie can save some money." Wan Jingjing said.

"You are quite righteous."

"It's not just for this reason." Wan Jingjing made a detour before confessing: "The songs I wrote before are not under my name, more or less my own fault, and I don't plan to come back;

As for the unpublished ones, they were originally written for Stable, and it may be difficult to find suitable people to perform them, so they probably will be dusted.

This one, I want it to be the first song I published under my own signature.

Put it on your album. "

He touched Zheng Hao's thigh in fear: "So why don't you hurry up and finish writing this, and let me show it to you? By the way, hurry up and work on the new album."

"No problem, sir," Zheng Hao looked at the sheet music seriously, and analyzed:

"I'm sure there's no problem with the main melody. It's so emotional and affectionate. It's too late for me to like it. You should do the arrangement first. Anyway, the members of the band, I guess you have studied our strengths and weaknesses long ago. After you come out, you can do it with us." Let's take a look together..."

One phone call, no constructive comments.

In fact, Zheng Hao really didn't want to, and didn't know what to change.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, no one can rationally analyze the love song written for him.

He turned his pen around and said, "But it's really lacking something."

Wan Jingjing raised his eyebrows: "What's missing?"

"Lyrics," Zheng Hao handed the iPad back to him: "You don't know how to write, do you? Can you only sing English songs?"

"It's really average in Chinese." Wan Jingjing smiled and said to him, and then said: "I only wrote a paragraph, and I haven't finished it yet."

Zheng Hao pricked up his ears: "Sing it to me?"

"If you don't sing, I will sing out of tune."

As Wan Jingjing said, he got up and walked to the bookshelf, and returned with a notepad that Zheng Hao usually used.

He flipped a page casually, put the book on the coffee table, leaned over with a dark blue pen, and wrote a handsome and powerful text on it——

If you're a hedgehog, I'm a hedgehog too

If you are a fish, I want to meet you in the sea

if you want to do the rainstorm before the rainbow

Then I'll come and be your thunderbolt

—— "Conspiracy"

Lyricist: Wan Jingjing

To: My lover who is always fully charged

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That's it!Thank you everyone.

This story comes from a certain inspiration for several years—probably an idea about how a cloud and a gust of wind meet and land.

Then after tinkering, I met Zheng Hao and Wan Jingjing. They told me that two free souls can embrace each other, and their posture is probably the same as the two of them, arguing and loving more deeply at the same time.

This is my first novel. Looking back, there are still many imperfections, but I am very glad to be seen by you. I read everyone’s messages and comments countless times, and then recharged myself and continued to write. .

A new story is also being conceived, and there should be some differences from "Lead Singer". If there is a destiny, I hope to meet you in the next time and space.

Finally, I would like to thank you, because of you, the talents in the story have become real beings, living in a certain time and space with their own appearances.