surface roommate

On the day of the Top Ten Campus Singers Competition, the school art troupe set up a simple stage in Zhishan Square. Three judges sat under it, and the contestants came on stage in order.

Both Zhou Ziheng and Fu Wu waited in line. They didn't wear any special clothes. After all, it was just a preliminary round, only a little more formal than usual, but they both put pomade on their hair.

Fu Wu did his hair when he performed "La Traviata" last time, and he felt very energetic. This time, he also dressed up according to the last time.Zhou Ziheng had never done his hair before, and most of his hair was cropped before. It's cold these days, so his long hair has grown a bit longer.

"Would you like to do some too?" Fu Wu asked Zhou Ziheng while styling his hair with pomade.

Zhou Ziheng was not used to such fancy things: "No need."

hum.Fu Wu quietly wiped some pomade on his hands, and while Zhou Ziheng was not paying attention, wiped it on Zhou Ziheng's head, "Come on, come on, do something, trust my craftsmanship."

Now that he had already touched him, Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to roll his eyes, stand up straight, and let Fu Wu play with him.

"Squat down a bit." Fu Wu became more interested.

"It's ugly, you have to take responsibility." Zhou Ziheng frowned, but he didn't mean to be unhappy. Instead, he squatted down obediently and slowly, and he could see Fu Wu's Adam's apple twitching.

"How can you be responsible? Ugly, that's also your own problem, not my craftsmanship. I can make my hair look good, and I can also make your hair look good."

Fu Wu grabbed Zhou Ziheng's bangs up, a bit like Yuan Bin, the second male lead in "Blue Life and Death" with his mother when he was a child.The more he looked at it, the more he was satisfied. He said, "It's really handsome. My aesthetics is still good."

Zhou Ziheng took a look at his glasses. He looked awkward at first, but he looked more mature and handsome.

"The corners of your mouth are laughing all the way to your temples. It seems that you are also very satisfied. This time I will give you free, but next time you will be charged." Fu Wu turned on the faucet and washed off the remaining pomade on his hands, "My golden branches and jade leaves , it’s a bit embarrassing to do this job.”

"My hair is a thousand pieces of gold, and you broke several of them." Zhou Ziheng faced the mirror and pressed a few crooked hairs.

The more they hurt each other, the happier they were, and they came to the competition scene together.

After Fu Wucai performed the drama, he was not so afraid of the stage, but looked forward to standing in the middle of the stage again; Zhou Ziheng went to the bar to sing at night, he didn't care about other people's opinions, and he was familiar with the stage.

But they both felt that the other was very nervous, so they looked at each other with encouraging eyes from time to time, and whispered: "This person can't sing very well, you can sing much better than him."

"Fortunately, no one sang the song we chose. We will definitely be able to enter the final."

"The more you look at your hairstyle, the better it looks, and it will definitely kill the audience in seconds."

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Zhou Ziheng took the stage first and sang "Twilight".Practicing singing in the dormitory is different from performing on stage.In the dormitory, it is more casual and more relaxed; on the stage, it is dignified and serious, with a sense of atmosphere, and singing well will be more charming.

"I still remember that from your mouth, saying goodbye was as firm as iron, and there was an illusion of scorching sun in the dark..."

The voice contains a little sense of the vicissitudes of life, which is moving.The wind gently blew Zhou Ziheng's clothes, and the warm sunshine fell on his clean face.His palms were undulating in the air, as if he was playing and singing a piece of music, and he seemed to be stroking his lover's face.He glanced at Fu Wu from time to time, and closed his eyes for a while from time to time.

Zhou Ziheng is obviously more charming at this moment.

Fu Wu smirked like a fan, feeling that his hair-making skills perfectly fit Zhou Ziheng's temperament.In the crowd, he suddenly wanted to give Zhou Ziheng a hug, hugged him tightly, then put his face against his neck, took a deep breath, and told his lips and teeth with his lips and teeth: "Never say goodbye."

Zhou Ziheng is the kind of person who is thrown in the sea of ​​people and doesn't hide his brilliance.In the past six years since he lost his parents, he has kept quiet and developed a dull and reticent character. With the polishing of the years, his appearance and talent have gradually improved and attracted people's attention.

The students passing by couldn't help but stop to watch, took out their mobile phones to take pictures of the handsome guy, and even screamed.

Zhou Ziheng left the stage after singing, screaming, and the judges and teachers were full of praise.

Fu Wu winked at him, congratulating him on his determination to advance.If it weren't for the full attention of everyone, Fu Wu would have thrown Zhou Ziheng into his arms and hooked his neck tightly.

The two just punched each other, encouraging each other.

Fu Wu smiled and asked, "Are you nervous?"

"It's okay, I don't feel anything."

"Tsk tsk, the demeanor of a general. The hairstyle I made, at least gave you ten points."

Zhou Ziheng took out his mobile phone, took a picture of it, and said teasingly: "I think it's more than that, it must be fifty points."

The two were whispering here, and Wu Rou, who was in the audience next to her, saw this scene and smiled unconsciously, and she was inspired to draw again!

Zhou Ziheng and Fu Wu waited for another hour, and finally it was Fu Wu's turn to take the stage.By this time, there were already 27 contestants in front of them showing their unique skills, each showing their special abilities, soaring high pitched, singing opera tunes... It can be said that a hundred flowers are blooming, and a hundred schools of thought are contending.

The judges and teachers are a little tired of listening, so the score will be lower.

It was with this in mind when choosing the song that Fu Wu chose Nicholas Tse's "Yellow Race".As soon as he took the stage, he played a complete prelude with the flute, which was exciting and exciting.Then he sang confidently and boldly: "From the waves that have crossed five thousand miles, or the city wall to be rebuilt, all the faded yellow of history gathers into the sunset and dyes me..."

The songs sung by the previous contestants are either popular songs, English songs, or sad old love songs. "Yellow Race" is the only inspirational song that praises the national spirit.Not only was the selection of songs unique, Fu Wu's singing was also exciting, and the audience was all excited.

After singing and leaving the stage, Zhou Ziheng looked at Fu Wu with a smile on his face, and gave him a hug: "Singing is better than ever!"

Not surprisingly, both Zhou Ziheng and Fu Wu entered the semi-finals.The results were published on the spot, and only the top 20 players were promoted.Then select singers to cooperate and sing a song together in the rematch, and then 10 more players will be eliminated.

It is impossible for Zhou Ziheng to choose others, and it is impossible for Fu Wu to choose others, they can only choose each other.

He Yongbei and Zhu Ren left after cheering them on, while Zhou Ziheng and Fu Wu waited until the end of the game.After signing to confirm the order of the semi-finals, Zhou Ziheng and Fu Wu walked towards the cafeteria in a good mood.After dinner, Zhou Ziheng bought two bottles of Sprite and said, "Let's celebrate."

Fu Wu took a sip of Sprite, and couldn't help laughing again: "I'm so happy. I said we can enter the semi-finals."

"After all, a hairstyle can score 50 points." Zhou Ziheng smiled maliciously.

"Tch, that's for sure, after all, my hands can turn decay into magic."

Zhou Ziheng took out his mobile phone and pointed at Fu Wu.

"What? Are you shooting me?"

"I want to record your proud face."

"No filming, no filming." Fu Wu reached out to grab Zhou Ziheng's cell phone, "You are immoral, you took pictures of me without permission."

This is not the first time this immoral thing has been done.

Zhou Ziheng reacted quickly and leaned back to avoid Fu Wu's pursuit.Fu Wu sat back, ecstatic, and didn't bother to care about it. Instead, he became more and more ecstatic, and he was able to sing and dance immediately given a stage.

"You go ahead, go ahead, don't waste my brother's hairstyle I made today." Fu Wu smiled triumphantly, showing affection for a while, pretending to be cool for a while.

After taking pictures for more than a minute, Zhou Ziheng turned off the phone: "I'm convinced, you are so beautiful."

Fu Wu shook his head shamelessly, winked his eyebrows, and looked like "what can you do with brother?"

After the meal, Fu Wu said that he wanted to eat roasted sweet potatoes.The two ran outside the school again and searched around. It was dark before they found the uncle who usually sells roasted sweet potatoes.

The two asked for a big sweet potato each, and instead of going back to the dormitory, they walked to the school's playground and sat on the steps next to them.

The trees around the track and field are still as lush as summer, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Although it was a bit cold, there was no wind. There were many college students running and walking on the track and field. Some of them were discussing their studies, some were talking about love, and seniors and seniors were talking about employment.

Fu Wu opened the bag, and slowly peeled the sweet potatoes, revealing the over-roasted, honeyed melon flesh, and a burst of fragrant smell immediately released, making people salivate.Fu Wu took a bite contentedly, like a satisfied giant panda.

Zhou Ziheng looked at him and smiled: "Which song shall we sing in the rematch?"

"What do you think? Do you have any ideas?" The sweet potato in the center burned his mouth and rolled in Fu Wu's mouth twice before he dared to continue eating.

"Luo Wen has a song called "Fate of Dust". Fei Yuqing sang it, and Li Jian also sang it. Have you heard it?"

"I've heard the version sung by Li Jian, it's super nice." Fu Wu glanced at Zhou Ziheng, "You said that you are in your youth, why do you always love this kind of deep and sad song?"

Zhou Ziheng felt guilty when he said: "Who said, I just think singing in formal occasions is easy to win. I can also sing 'follow my left hand and right hand in slow motion, and the right hand and left hand will replay in slow motion. This song will give you happiness. Did you fall in love with me'..."

While talking, Zhou Ziheng suddenly sang this cheerful song, and Fu Wu couldn't help laughing so hard that he turned his back on his back: "Hahahahaha... I laughed so hard, you are really young, you are the youngest! Hahaha..."

People running past here heard someone singing and laughing, and they couldn't help turning their heads to take a look.

After laughing enough, Fu Wu held his stomach and said, "Don't tell me, you've been with him for a long time, and you're quite interesting, and you're also a sand sculpture."

For a moment, Zhou Ziheng couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or a derogation, so he twitched his lips: "I'm a decent handsome guy."

"Hehe." Fu Wu pushed forward, "Is your sweet potato delicious?"

"good."

"Give me a taste, I want to taste it. I'm almost finished eating this, it's not good." Every winter, Fu Wu's favorite is to eat sweet potatoes.Another wish of his is to see the snow. It never snows in Guangzhou in winter. He wanted to go to the north to see the snow, but he never got it because of various reasons.

Zhou Ziheng generously handed over the sweet potato that he had gnawed a third of.Fu Wu exchanged with him unceremoniously: "You also eat mine, although there are only shells left."

"Eat as you like."

Fu Wu took a bite of Zhou Ziheng's sweet potato and put it in his mouth, it seemed to be more fragrant and sweeter.

Zhou Ziheng watched Fu Wu eat the place he had just eaten, and felt a sweet feeling in his heart, and with this joy, he also ate the sweet potato that Fu Wu had eaten.