Four years of crisis [entertainment]

Early the next morning, Guan Mingsong was brushing his teeth, and Song Jinfeng was making breakfast.Both of them can cook, and they do it well, so they take turns cooking when they agree to be together.This kind of agreement is quite good, but sometimes Song Jinfeng feels that Guan Mingsong grasps this "rotation" too tightly, so that the two-person world is stylized.

Guan Mingsong rented this house when he met Song Jinfeng, and he hasn't changed it all these years.After Song Jin became popular, he offered to give Guan Mingsong an apartment, but Guan Mingsong refused.Guan Mingsong never accepted Song Jinfeng's kindness for no reason.

While eating, Song Jinfeng scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes, like a spy, catching clues of Guan Mingsong's derailment.

When he scanned around and turned around, he saw Guan Mingsong staring at him.

"Your neck is uncomfortable?" Guan Mingsong asked him.

"No."

"Then what are you doing turning your head around?"

Song Jinfeng flicked his bangs, "All 360 degrees let you appreciate my handsome face."

Guan Mingsong showed an embarrassed smile, and said to Song Jinfeng, "It's so strange that your fans don't think you are greasy."

Song Jinfeng made a "No" gesture, "Confidence and greasy are two different things."

At this time, Guan Mingsong's phone vibrated, and there was a new WeChat message.

Guan Mingsong's mobile phone was placed on the table, and Song Jinfeng's eyes were sharp, and he saw the words "Huo Wenchu" on the screen of the mobile phone at a glance.Song Jinfeng's eyes narrowed. If he had a pair of glasses at this time, he would definitely be able to reflect light like Conan's glasses, making him contemplative.

Before Guan Mingsong picked up the phone, Song Jinfeng snatched Guan Mingsong's phone with lightning speed.Guan Mingsong's mobile phone is locked, but WeChat can pop up the latest message in the locked state.Song Jinfeng saw that the content of the message Huo Wenchu ​​sent to Guan Mingsong was to confirm the time for the dinner.

Guan Mingsong stretched out his hand to Song Jinfeng, and Song Jinfeng returned the phone to him awkwardly.

"Wen Chu, you know him." Guan Mingsong said lightly.

"Your direct student, I heard you said that after graduating from undergraduate, he was sent abroad by his father to study finance as a graduate student."

"He has returned to China. Several of us from the mathematics department have gathered several times." Guan Mingsong's tone was still flat.

Song Jinfeng was not calm anymore, "When did he come back?"

"About two months ago."

With a "snap", Song Jinfeng slapped the chopsticks on the table, his face was gloomy, suppressing his anger.

"Why have you never told me?" Song Jinfeng tried hard to restrain his anger.

Guan Mingsong looked puzzled, "My circle of friends, there is no need to tell you."

Song Jinfeng completely failed to restrain himself.

I can't bear it anymore, I don't need to bear it anymore.Song Jinfeng stood up abruptly, with his hands propped on the table, showing a ferocious expression.

"Guan Mingsong." Song Jinfeng gritted his teeth, "You don't let me get involved in your life; you don't share with me your circle of friends; you hardly tell me what's on your mind." Ups and downs, a little emotional, "Fuck you, you always look like you can leave at any time with a pat on the butt, this time is serious!"

Song Jinfeng seldom showed such a gesture, Guan Mingsong was at a loss for a while, and looked at Song Jinfeng blankly.

After a few seconds of silent confrontation, Song Jinfeng calmed down and sat down.He rubbed his hair and said to Guan Mingsong, "I'm sorry."

Guan Mingsong's expression remained unchanged, he remained calm most of the time.He stood up, washed his own dishes, and walked towards the bedroom.

"I'll change clothes and go to school. Do you have work today? Don't delay." Guan Mingsong reminded Song Jinfeng in a tone without any emotion.

Guan Mingsong heard Song Jinfeng going out in the bedroom.He sat alone on the edge of the bed, quietly, with his eyes lowered, and his long and thick eyelashes filtered his gaze.

Guan Mingsong's thoughts drifted back to the day he met Song Jinfeng four years ago.

Four years ago, Guan Mingsong was a first-year student of A University. On his birthday, his divorced parents sent him a birthday text message. Guan Mingsong replied "Thank you" respectively, and then turned off his phone.

To celebrate his 23rd birthday, Guan Mingsong went to the gay bar "LuckyOne".Although Guan Mingsong is an academic talent, he is not conservative at all.Guan Mingsong can go gay after graduating from high school. No one cares about him. He can drink alcohol and play motorcycles. These things are incompatible with his appearance and temperament.

But Guan Mingsong only drinks when he goes to the gay bar, and never makes friends there, even though there are many people who try to hook him up every time.

Guan Mingsong met Song Jinfeng at "LuckyOne".At that time, Guan Mingsong was in a daze, Song Jinfeng came out from nowhere, and sat down opposite Guan Mingsong, without asking whether Guan Mingsong agreed or not.

"Hello." Song Jinfeng showed a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze, "Would you like to have a drink and make friends?"

Guan Mingsong took a few glances at Song Jinfeng and thought: He is the most handsome among the ones who came to strike up a conversation tonight, and his voice is really nice.

"I only drink and don't play. If you want to play, find someone else." Guan Mingsong said briefly to Song Jinfeng.

Song Jinfeng raised his eyebrows, "I came here for the first time today, just curious to see how domestic gay bars are different from foreign ones. I didn't want to play at first." Song Jinfeng put his hands on the table and leaned forward with his upper body , approached Guan Mingsong, and said to Guan Mingsong in his voice that could make people blush and heartbeat: "But seeing you, I suddenly want to play."

Guan Mingsong looked at Song Jinfeng calmly, and when their eyes met, something happened in the blink of an eye.

Song Jinfeng stretched out his hand to Guan Mingsong, and introduced himself: "Song Jinfeng, a music player, is singing in the opposite bar."

"Clear? Why don't you jump ship and come here, this is more suitable for you."

"Hey, I'm going to make my debut in the future. When I become popular, they look up my history and find out that if I'm a resident singer in a gay bar, it won't have a good impact." Song Jinfeng said in a very natural tone when he said that he was going to be popular in the future , he was confident, as if the fire was a given for him.

"Guan Mingsong, Department of Mathematics, University A, Yanyi." Guan Mingsong shook Song Jinfeng's hand symbolically with very light force.

Guan Mingsong never made friends in gay bars, but he found this person a little interesting today.Guan Mingsong's life is peaceful and quiet, just like a pool of stagnant water, it is rare for a stone to make ripples in the stagnant water, and Guan Mingsong does not want to miss it.

Song Jinfeng said "Wow", "Student master!"

"You want to buy me a drink?"

"Oh, I'd be so sorry if I got the schoolmaster drunk." In Song Jinfeng's consciousness, a good student must not hold alcohol well.

Guan Mingsong said flatly: "You can't drink me."

Song Jinfeng thought that Guan Mingsong was the boss, but he didn't expect that Guan Mingsong really had something.The two of them drank together, and Song Jinfeng became dizzy from drinking. When he saw Guan Mingsong opposite, he was sober-minded, and his face didn't even blush.

Guan Mingsong's drinking capacity is simply anti-human.At the end of the drink, it was Guan Mingsong who carried Song Jinfeng out of "LuckyOne".Guan Mingsong didn't know where Song Jinfeng lived, and he couldn't throw him in the hotel because neither of them had their ID cards on them.After much deliberation, Guan Mingsong had no choice but to take him back to his home.

Bringing a man back from outside on his birthday sounds exciting enough.

The next morning, Song Jinfeng woke up from the wine, and he borrowed a suit from Guan Mingsong to take a shower.When he came out of the bathroom, Song Jinfeng saw Guan Mingsong in home clothes sitting on the sofa reading a book, that scratched his heart.He could even feel his adrenaline rising, his blood boiling, and his desire uncontrollable, although except for the last item, the first two items could not be perceived theoretically.

Song Jinfeng walked towards Guan Mingsong covered in moisture. He put his hands on both sides of the sofa and looked down at Guan Mingsong.Guan Mingsong raised his head and looked at Song Jinfeng. His eyes were very beautiful. At this time, there were some unknown emotions in these beautiful eyes.

Song Jinfeng felt that the pheromones of the two people in the air matched each other.

"Playing?" Song Jinfeng said to Guan Mingsong with a light smile.

"Okay." Guan Mingsong answered him generously.

Played this game for four years.

Song Jinfeng has a variety show recording today, from afternoon to midnight.

When going to the recording scene in the nanny car, Song Jinfeng heard screams shaking Qingyun outside the car, and the name "Chi Yunhao" was mixed in the screams.Song Jinfeng sighed: "Chi Yunhao's fans are really crazy."

"He is popular in the fixed circle of fans, but there is no work that goes out of the circle. Unlike Brother Jin, the first song is out of the circle. People of all ages, star-chasers or not, go to KTV to order, turn on listening to songs The software listens to Brother Jin's songs." Tang Yuan said.Tang Yuan is Song Jinfeng's assistant, a little boy whose name is homonymous to "Tangyuan", so Song Jinfeng simply called him "Tangyuan".

The program team arranged an independent lounge for Song Jinfeng, and Song Jinfeng's nameplate was hung on the door.There was still some time before the recording of the program started, Song Jinfeng leaned back on the chair, his mind was full of Guan Mingsong.

No one cared about Song Jinfeng, Song Jinfeng let his thoughts fly all over the sky.

Is Huo Wenchu ​​hooking up with my wife?Huo Wenchu ​​is my wife's direct junior. In terms of common topics, Huo Wenchu ​​got a vote.The villain in Song Jinfeng's heart was slashed by the false enemy.I heard that Huo Wenchu ​​is a rich second generation, a family business, richer than me. In terms of economic strength, Huo Wenchu ​​has another vote.The villain in Song Jinfeng's heart was slashed again by the imaginary enemy.

Song Jinfeng gritted his teeth and cursed: Huo's company will go bankrupt soon.

Huo Wenchu, who was thousands of miles away, sneezed for no reason.

"Tangyuan!" Song Jinfeng suddenly called out to Tang Yuan.

"Come on, Brother Jin, what do you need?" Tang Yuan ran over in a doggy manner.

Song Jinfeng showed a melancholy expression and said, "A pack of cigarettes."

He imagined himself as a melancholy man, lighting a cigarette, leaning against the window, breathing out smoke rings deeply, Guan Mingsong was just outside the window, attracted by his melancholy eyes...

"No, no, no!" Tang Yuan said loudly, kicking Song Jinfeng out of the fantasy of cigarettes, "Brother Jin, you never smoke! Smoking hurts your voice, but you want to sing!"

That's right, Song Jinfeng never smoked in order to protect his throat.

So Song Jinfeng said again: "A bottle of white wine."

He imagined that he was a handsome man, an amorous prodigal son. He took a sip of white wine, his face was slightly flushed, and he was in a slightly drunk posture. He walked forward and invited Guan Mingsong who was opposite him to have a drink...

"No, no, no!" Tang Yuan said loudly, slapping Song Jinfeng out of the fantasy of Baijiu, "Brother Jin, you will be on the show later, if you smell of alcohol, it will be smelled by the guests on the same stage and the fans present , What a bad influence that would be!"

Song Jinfeng clenched his fists, and said to Tang Yuan with a half-smile, "I want to eat glutinous rice balls for supper tonight."

"Come on! I'll definitely make arrangements for you!" Tang Yuan said cheerfully.