surface roommate

The results of the competition came out, and as expected, Zhou Ziheng and Fu Wu entered the finals of the singer competition a week later.That means, within this week, they must each create an original song.

On the way back to the dormitory, Zhou Ziheng and Fu Wu happily discussed the direction of song creation.

"Ziheng, among the few songs you showed me before, I think "The Wind Stops on Your Mouth"① is the best, or you can sing this one."

When Zhou Ziheng was practicing and singing alone at home, when he got interested, he would also try to write lyrics and compose music.While preparing for the rematch in the past two days, the two have already discussed the creation of original songs.Zhou Ziheng picked out a few songs he made himself. After listening to Fu Wu, he secretly admired his talent and low-key conduct. If it was Fu Wu, he would have already raised his proud tail.

The two walked by the moonlight, and Fu Wu hummed the song softly: "I long to spend every quiet evening in the eyes of my lover..."②

Sing your own songs to the people you like, and listen to the people you like sing your own songs. What else in the world is happier than this?

After Fu Wu finished singing, Zhou Ziheng, who was calm and smiling, replied, "Yes. Then which song do you sing?"

Zhou Ziheng originally accompanied Fu Wu to participate in the singer competition, the important thing is to accompany, not to compete.Now that he has been lucky enough to enter the final and accompany him to the last step, it doesn't matter to him what he sings in the final.What's more important is that Fu Wu can get a good ranking and enjoy the stage to his heart's content. Maybe he can take the opportunity to find what he wants to do, instead of being forced to learn some bullshit economics.

Zhou Ziheng's question touched Fu Wu's difficulty, and he hadn't finalized it yet.

"Ah ah ah ah ah I haven't finished writing the lyrics. I will try to finish it before midnight tomorrow night. You have a good literary talent and help me correct it." In front of the deep and steady Zhou Ziheng, Fu Wu sometimes easily exposed his childish temper, muttering Open your mouth, it's cute and cute.

Zhou Ziheng pretended to be joking, stretched out his fist, pushed his face, and deliberately pretended to be impatient: "No-question-question-"

"Pfft... I vomit blood." Following Zhou Ziheng's weak fist, Fu Wu staggered a few steps to the side, pretending to be staggered by the punch and bleeding from his mouth, and retracted his red lips into his mouth, saying: "This The fist knocked out all my handsome canine teeth. You have to read the lyrics for me as compensation."

There were trees on both sides of the road the two walked, some with luxuriant branches and some withered.The street lamps were indistinct, and could only cast a layer of yellow halo, making people hazy.

Fu Wu, who was wearing a black suit and a blue bow tie, was a typical mature man, with both the flamboyance of a teenager and the maturity and suaveness of an adult.Whether it's standing still and not talking, or talking and laughing, it's more alluring than usual.

The more Zhou Ziheng watched, the more something was wrong, his crotch gradually set up the tent uncontrollably, and if he watched for two more seconds, he might impulsively make the mistake of sitting in prison.

He turned his head away from Fu Wu and took two quick steps.

Fu Wu chased after him like a fart and asked, "What's the matter? Suddenly he ran like a ghost."

Brother, don't follow, okay, let me slow down and calm down.

Being stuck by Fu Wu and unable to get off his body, Zhou Ziheng's crotch became more and more swollen. He lowered his head and saw that a large piece protruded, which was already obvious. He couldn't go any further. Bright and easy to see.

Without knowing it, Fu Wu bumped Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, stared at his face, and asked, "Why did you stop again, with such a strange expression? Are you constipated?"

Terrible!Oops, it's even higher!But Fu Wu still brought his face so close.

Zhou Ziheng stood still, trying his best to adjust his walking posture so that his crotch was not obvious, and even took a deep breath to make it disappear as soon as possible before being noticed.In his busy schedule, he took the time to reply: "No, I... Looking up from this angle, the street lights are very nice when they are covered by tree branches."

Fu Wu raised his head, only to see a street lamp that was flickering on and off, and a tree that had lost half of its leaves, making this place a bit weird. "This... how good is it?"

Zhou Ziheng continued to talk nonsense: "Look carefully, you must be good at discovering the beauty around you, and observe carefully." Give me some time to slow down.

Fu Wu didn't understand, but he was obedient.He crossed his arms, frowned and looked up at the lamp, trying to see the poetic aesthetics from the broken lamp.For this reason, he turned around and looked around Zhou Ziheng...

Zhou Ziheng thought in his heart: Damn it, it smells so good, this perfume is poisonous and it won't dissipate!He looks so good in this suit and is so tempting!

It finally softened a little, and... rose again, and rose even more... Speechless, speechless!

As soon as he went back to the dormitory and sat down, Zhou Ziheng received a message from Hu Song, the owner of the "Meet" bar: "Ziheng, congratulations, you made it to the finals! I saw the video of your performance, it's great!"

Zhou Ziheng poured a cup of hot water, frowned and replied to the message: "Thank you, Mr. Hu, but how did you see it?"

"I know the students in your school. I saw someone posting in Moments."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Hu." Zhou Ziheng deliberately emphasized this title to make the other party more interested. Except for work matters, you should not contact me at ordinary times.

Apparently Hu Song didn't realize this, and continued to send messages: "Put the guitar with you first, and return it after you finish the finals. I still have another one here."

"Thank you for your kindness. I don't need a guitar for the final." Zhou Ziheng didn't want to owe any more favors, and Hu Song's over-enthusiasm made him feel a little uncomfortable.

In Zhou Ziheng's view, Hu Song and him are just the boss's subordinates.Hu Song has no right to ask about his university life or even his privacy.

Hu Song sent another cute emoji, but Zhou Ziheng didn't reply.

When he went to work in the bar the next day, Zhou Ziheng carried the guitar on his back and said he would only borrow it for one day.

After singing the song and receiving the money normally, Hu Song still had a smile on his face: "What song are you going to sing in the final?"

"I didn't think about it." Zhou Ziheng didn't want to reveal anything to Hu Song.

"At that time, I will go to watch your game live and cheer you on." Hu Song didn't seem to be malicious, but there was something strange that couldn't be explained.

Zhou Ziheng quickly refused: "No need."

"I knew you would refuse." Hu Song smiled. "You are very talented, but you are low-key and reserved. You are a good boy. The boy who sang with you last time, wouldn't be your date?"

Zhou Ziheng didn't show any surprise either, he just said lightly, "No, they are my roommates." Why do people who watched the chorus live or watched the video think we are a couple?It's a pity that Fu Wu is a straight man!

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng didn't obviously resist the words "boys are your object", Hu Song felt that Zhou Ziheng might be of the same kind, and he was more certain in his heart.

"I'll take you back today."

Why?The weather is fine today, and it hasn't rained.

"I have something to tell you."

Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a while, feeling very strange: "Is there something wrong with my work? You can just say it now, and I can change it."

"No." Hu Song breathed a sigh of relief, "You don't have to be nervous, your work is very good. I hope you will continue to work. I just have something private to tell you, so you come here."

There is no room for rejection, no matter how you say Hu Song is also the boss, and he can't completely refuse to give face to the other party.Hu Song walked ahead, so Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to follow him into the car.

Hu Song started the car, looked at Zhou Ziheng in the rearview mirror with a smile, and said, "It's not raining today, so we can get there in half an hour."

"Mr. Hu, what's the matter with you? Tell me, otherwise I won't feel at ease when I ride in the car."

Hu Song was silent, and after driving a certain distance, he said: "There are three gift boxes next to you. Inside the white one is a newest iPhone. You can use it first. The green one is a Rolex watch. I see you I sang in a white suit yesterday, and it would be a plus if I wore such a high-end watch..."

This latest Apple phone costs several thousand, not to mention that watch, which is tens of thousands of yuan, which is a sky-high price for Zhou Ziheng.What is Hu Song doing?Obviously something else.

Zhou Ziheng was extremely shocked, and stared at Hu Song: "Mr. Hu, what do you mean?"

Hu Song didn't answer Zhou Ziheng's question, and continued: "The bigger box contains a cervical spine massager, you can take it back to the elderly at home."

Since entering university, Zhou Ziheng has never disclosed family affairs to anyone, nor has he told Hu Song that he has an elderly grandmother in his family.

He was apprehensive and thumping.He has never encountered the sudden good fortune of being rich and honored, without any joy, but just uneasy and apprehensive, which makes him feel that there must be something strange in it.

However, he was always calm. Sitting in the car seat, he didn't look at the gift more, nor did he show any anxiety. Instead, he stared at Hu Song in the rearview mirror with eagle-like eyes, and asked again: "Hu Song What do you mean, sir?"

Hu Song pretended to be relaxed and smiled: "I am a person who likes to make friends very much. I think I get along very well with you, so I just give you these gifts, there is no other meaning."

Zhou Ziheng didn't believe these nonsense because he didn't get paid for nothing. "Mr. Hu, thank you for looking up to me. It's okay to make friends, but I can't accept these expensive gifts. Please pull over, I'll get off immediately."

The strong self-esteem made Zhou Ziheng feel seriously insulted | Hu Song was trampling his dignity with money.

Hu Song showed his usual kind smile again: "Don't make the atmosphere so tense. It's just a gift for you."

Is this a little gift?Ghost letter.

"Are you short of money? I haven't seen any college student struggling to make money like you."

Zhou Ziheng maintained a high degree of vigilance and was ready to get up and jump out of the car at any time: "This is my own business, so don't bother you."

Hu Song let out a long sigh of relief, and said seriously: "I can transfer [-] to you now."

"What? You... what do you mean?" Zhou Ziheng didn't realize it for a while.

Hu Song pulled over the car, locked the door, sighed, and said with determination: "I can buy a house near your school for you to live in, and I will give you [-] yuan a month for living expenses."

Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: "You...you...you mean you want to..."

"Yes, I will take care of you." Hu Song turned his head and looked at the handsome Zhou Ziheng.

"Get out, fuck you!" Zhou Ziheng pressed the lock, but found that the door couldn't be opened, "Open the door quickly! Crazy! Crazy!"

"Ziheng, don't get excited, just listen to me." Hu Song had anticipated this scene and tried to comfort Zhou Ziheng with his hand, but Zhou Ziheng beat him back.

"Before I hit someone, you'd better open the door for me." Zhou Ziheng was so angry that he wanted to beat Hu Song right away, it was outrageous, how could he meet such a person, it was disgusting.

Hu Song was not afraid that Zhou Ziheng would really hit him, so he leaned back, looked at Zhou Ziheng and said, "You are a calm person, we can discuss the conditions again."

"Talk about your mother! Don't touch me! Get lost!"

"Although I'm older than you, I'm well maintained and can give you the life you want. When you're with me, I can pay for all your expenses. You don't have to work part-time anymore, just enjoy life. I If you do shou, you do gong, it means that you fuck me, it doesn’t count as insulting you. Usually, I can buy you any high-end electronic products you want. I really like you! Ziheng, think about it.”

Zhou Ziheng's eyes were full of anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You fucking humiliate|humiliate people like this just because you have money! I'm short of money, but I won't sell myself for money!"

"How do you know if you don't try? I'll give you [-] if I kiss you once, you'll feel good and..."

Zhou Ziheng couldn't bear it anymore, he punched Hu Song, which made Hu Song dizzy, and then jumped over him to unlock the door and rushed out.

Hu Song rubbed his painful chin, chased him out and shouted, "Ziheng, think about it, I'll wait for your reply. If you think the money is low, I can add more."

"Go to hell!" Zhou Ziheng took out his phone and blocked Hu Song.

①② "The wind stops at your mouth" and "I long to spend every quiet evening in the eyes of my lover" are all from Bei Dao's poems.