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100. He and his dreams ([-])

His 15-year longing finally landed in front of him.

Fu Zexuan was not quite right.

This is the conclusion Yu Hengyun came to through observations at several time points.

After the accident last time, he was ready for Fu Zexuan to question him and snub him.

However, after turning back into a cute cat that day, Fu Zexuan just froze for a moment, pursed his lips and pressed him to sleep.

After getting up the next day, I was still the same as usual, doing what I should do, as if nothing happened that night.

But still different.This difference fits Yu Hengyun's intentions.

For example, as a cat, he finally has the most abundant cat meal.

For example, when Yu Hengyun rubbed his head against Fu Zexuan's wrist and acted like a baby as always, he could feel that someone's body was extremely stiff as soon as he leaned against his skin. Never showed up the other day.

For another example, when Yu Hengyun was lying beside Fu Zexuan reading a book with him, someone would look at him more frequently than before, with a stronger sense of presence.

However, the person still didn't ask anything, his face was indifferent, and he didn't say a word.

The most obvious change may be that after that night, Fu Zexuan still abandoned the bed and him in his choice of sleeping equipment.

After throwing Yu Hengyun to the bed every night, Fu Zexuan would turn around and return to his sofa to spend a peaceful night of sleep.

Of course, Yu Hengyun couldn't monopolize the big bed, even if his body allowed it, his body wouldn't allow it.

Not to mention there are softer things on the sofa...

So Yu Hengyun patiently waited for Fu Zexuan's movement in the hall to disappear every night, sneaked into the hall quietly, and slept on the sofa.

He is used to waking up early, and always opens his eyes before Fu Zexuan wakes up, so following the nature of all predators, Yu Hengyun waited patiently for Fu Zexuan to wake up and look at him for a moment.

Of course, this will not be a difficult time, he can trace the facial features of young people with his eyes at will.

When the extremely breathtaking Danfeng eyes are closed, the young man's deep long eyebrows that follow the outline may be a little sharp, and the thin lips are closed when sleeping, and occasionally open slightly, and the slightly dry lips are as pale as powder that is about to fade. Before tempting people to polish it up, only the red mark is eye-catching on the left lower lip, but it brings a bit of temptation to be picked.

At this time, Yu Hengyun would recall what he did that night, and try his best to restrain himself from getting closer to the young man's lips.

But the moment those extremely radiant Danfeng eyes opened, Yu Hengyun always thought that all the waiting was worth it.

The raised eye ends softened the heroic spirit and sharpness between the eyebrows, and when the slightly hidden eyes suddenly appeared between the trembling eyelashes, it seemed that all the emotions contained in the heart were fully revealed.

Yu Hengyun will find a figure that reflects his faithful reaction in the deep amber luster.

It is like the fog dissipated when the sky first appeared, and then the hazy light became transparent, allowing all miracles to appear.

Soon this ray of light will converge, returning to a piece of undisturbed silk string, no one can reach it, and of course no one can shake it.

Yu Hengyun is willing to pursue a short-term miracle for a long time.

Chasing thousands of miles for the falling of a meteor, waiting for tens of thousands of moments for the blooming of a magnificent scene, he never understood this kind of ignorance, and thought in his heart that he couldn't do it.

But when Yu Hengyun stared into the young man's eyes full of everything, when he found the grand scene that would wither in an instant, the moment when the meteor collided with the atmosphere, he understood this miracle.

If this light can last forever in the eyes of young people, Yu Hengyun is willing to watch for it all his life.

But in the blink of an eye, he put away the little bit of light that was not stingy in his eyes.

Seeing the light in the young man's eyes fade away, Yu Hengyun leaned in front of Fu Zexuan who had just woken up, and licked his eyelids with his barbed cat's tongue.

Fu Zexuan did not condemn Yu Hengyun's behavior of climbing into his bed, but just threw Yu Hengyun on the bed as usual, and looked at the affectionate green eyes in front of him early the next morning.

The few minutes after waking up have always been the most vulnerable and slack time of Fu Zexuan's day. He was stripped from the strong emotions in the dream, and broke into a deep green forest by surprise, unable to find the direction, and was wrapped in extremely shocking emotions.

He often has to use extremely strong psychological construction to guard against.

Tell yourself the one who won't compromise.

Yu Hengyun will definitely leave again.

That way you won't be dragged into the depths to die in peace and tranquility.

The deep sea often appears in front of Fu Zexuan's eyes. When he is concentrating or in a daze, dark blue shadows are always swaying in front of his eyes.

In order to get rid of the shadow from the eyes, Fu Zexuan must work hard to build up his mind.

But he gradually panicked, shadows would not appear so frequently before, and he would have to spend more time building a cage than before to trap the swaying deep sea.

He began to remind himself of the repeated words from time to time to maintain balance, and the time that was once attributable to leisure was broken apart, turning into blanks and fragments, and the cracks were filled with clear memories that had been experienced in dreams.

The dream does not belong to him, but the memory is rampant.Fu Zexuan fell into such a frenzy, and after waking up from the memory, he went blank, and the memory flew away for a moment, as if he was just in a daze.

……

The son who missed his dependent mother's illness knelt down in front of the hospital bed and cried bitterly after the beep of the machine, but saw his mother aging normally in a dream, without illness or pain.

The child who had been searching for many years came home in a dream, and at the warm dinner table were smiles with tears in each other's eyes.

Sunshine, green vines, reddish cheeks, the whispers in the wind after a brave confession, and the heartbeat when embracing each other.

In a country that is no longer plagued by poverty, hunger, and war, the faces of children are no longer hazy, and the ordinary happiness of every family shines in the bubbles they blow.

If the memory is only these, Fu Zexuan does not need to lock it up with a cabinet, but let it float in his mind, and a thought can be touched.

What makes him trance is the blurred boundary of desire.

Which are happiness?To get what the mind desires most at this moment?

Then these memories full of laughter and warmth are different from those memories that drag people into the sea of ​​desire?

At the end of laughter and warmth, is it full of psychedelic blood, rebellion, chaos, and taboos?

These made Fu Zexuan feel dazed the most, and also made him understand that the more exciting, the more confusing and sinking, which is invincible to ordinary power.

Naked men and women tumbling between the quilts, the sincerity and reality blurred by the smoke in front of the gaming table, the power game controlled by alcohol under the changing lights.

The most painful and exciting thing is the hormonal imbalance in the bloody dream after the killing. Death after death will only deviate more and more from normal emotions.Only the thrill of stimulation remains.

Empty-killing-empty-killing... This cycle is blind and single, but it sets off waves of excitement one after another.

……

These are things Yu Hengyun can't perceive.

He can only feel the quietly changing atmosphere in the unchanging life, and the increasingly dense anxiety factors filling the air.

At first, Yu Hengyun thought it was a stress reaction caused by his appearance.

But when he caught the young man's absent-mindedness time and time again, and after the absent-mindedness, he was sometimes calm, and sometimes trembling, stiff, curled up, and sobbing involuntarily, he realized that something was wrong.

Yu Hengyun tried to wake up the young man when he was in a daze, or to enter Fu Zexuan's consciousness by changing the dream, but all of them ended in failure.

Fu Zexuan didn't realize that something was wrong with him. After losing his mind, he froze like a puppet, staggering towards the next scheduled show, without a soul, just like a machine.

Because he fell into a trance uncontrollably during meals, the young man often threw away the food after a few mouthfuls, and his naked eyes were obviously thinner.

Yu Hengyun was very distressed, but he couldn't intervene, which made him join in the creation of the anxiety factor, and also ignored the most basic question: why Fu Zexuan behaved like this, and the dream didn't show any signs of collapse.

It is precisely because Fu Zexuan is unconsciously resisting the factors that lead to the collapse.After returning home several times to confirm the state of the dream with friends, Ji Xiangzhi's unintentional sentence "Why is the dream not over yet" made Yu Hengyun think about this question.

Fu Zexuan wanted to reject others, wanted to escape, and didn't believe it, but he didn't want to compromise.

What Yu Hengyun wanted was of course the "only thing". He calmed down and observed Fu Zexuan's actions for a few days, thinking for a long time.

In the end, he returned home, completely abandoned his identity as a cat, put on his regular clothes as fast as he could in his life, rummaged around the house, and packed all the things he wanted, and finally opened, closed, and took a step to stand at the door of Fu Zexuan's house. Before, he rang the doorbell.

If Fu Zexuan's home is his stronghold, an independent space like a dream, Yu Hengyun is not sure whether external factors can interfere with Fu Zexuan's state.

But he was just trying it out, and he didn't even know if the doorbell could reach the space and then reach Fu Zexuan's ears.

Standing in the empty, even somewhat gloomy corridor, Yu Hengyun's stagnant chest prompted him to breathe out sullenly, regretting why he turned into a cat to escape after making a mistake last time.

At least make it clear that everything should be avoided, so that he has a direction to chase.

In the current situation, he is like a blind man feeling an elephant, he can only find the narrow entrance to Fu Zexuan's world bit by bit with ridiculous gestures.

Closing his eyes hard, Yu Hengyun put away his emotions well, and stood upright waiting for Fu Zexuan to answer the door, like a perfect wax figure.

I don't know how long I have been waiting, the time and space in the corridor seem to have been distorted and chaotic, Yu Hengyun can't use his own experience to perceive the change of time, but he thinks it must be the time that the hourglass has been turned over many times without being able to measure it, he rang the doorbell for the umpteenth time Then, there was a slight knock from inside the door.

The door opened, revealing a face as pale as a ghost, as if it would float away in a second.

The upturned eye ends were infiltrated with bright red, but the eyes were sparkling, which made Yu Hengyun's heart ache.

He... is waiting for me?

Facing the young man's tired expression, the bloodshot eyes, and cursing inwardly, Yu Hengyun gritted his teeth and took a breath to blame, but at the critical moment, he softened his tone: "Why did you open the door?"

Fu Zexuan raised his eyes in a daze, and vaguely heard his somewhat aggressive and softened tone in the middle, put away the panic caused by hearing the doorbell's heart start beating suddenly after several nodes, lowered his eyes and said: "Who are you...Who?"

If Yu Hengyun missed the surprised look in the young man's eyes when he opened the door, he might still have doubts about his pretended innocence.

Now that Fu Zexuan found a hole and jumped in, Yu Hengyun felt that he had to take out the things he had prepared to force Fu Zexuan, otherwise he would be sorry for Fu Zexuan's sincerity of throwing himself into a trap.

Fu Zexuan, who was squinting his eyes, was staring at the shoes under Yu Hengyun's feet. If nothing else happened, he could tell that Yu Hengyun was in a hurry when he went out. He even ran out without changing his shoes.

It's fine if you don't change it, and he even put on a good pair of slippers with his left and right feet backwards.

He was thinking about this question absently, and the panic emptiness caused by Yu Hengyun's disappearance in the past few time points seemed to be filled with warm warmth.

Why hasn't Yu Hengyun responded yet?Do you really believe your nonsense lies?This is leaving?

Thinking about it, the feet in front of him moved forward, and a oppressive shadow fell in front of him. Fu Zexuan raised his eyes again, and he didn't retreat, nor was he stiff at all.

I saw Yu Hengyun stretched his lips, which seemed to be very kissable, and approached Fu Zexuan's face very seriously, and finally stopped precisely ten centimeters in front of him: "Let me introduce, I am your boyfriend, and I am looking for you to marry."

Seeing his own reflection in Fu Zexuan's widened pupils was extremely clear, Yu Hengyun raised the corners of his lips and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Forgot?"

Fu Zexuan didn't have time to react, the person in front of him stood upright again, took out a small book, cards, and papers from his pocket, folded them up and shook them in front of his eyes: "The marriage is fixed, even if you lose your memory, you can't regret it."

Fu Zexuan rarely clicked his tongue because of frustration, waved Yu Hengyun's hand away, slightly raised his head to see his sly but serious expression, and pursed his lips: "You..."

I wanted to say it a few times, but lost my energy again, and felt sullen in my chest, thought about it and turned my head to give up.

Yu Hengyun seldom saw him in such a frustrated state. He tilted his head and glanced down, his slightly frowning brows were a little gloomy, and he was a hundred times more lively than the previous easy-going look.

His nose was a little sore, he sighed, and took another step forward, pulling the young man into his arms, and he could only feel the bones pinching his arms in the tightly hugged shoulders and necks.

Yu Hengyun lowered his head and almost whispered into Fu Zexuan's ear: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Even though he is 181cm tall but so thin, Yu Hengyun tightened his hands again, and gently stroked the young man's drooping black hair with his left hand.

Fu Zexuan felt the heat and intimate comfort from Ha Lai beside his ears, and the whole body of the man in front of him fell on him, and the heat spread all over his body.

He couldn't help pressing his left cheek against Yu Hengyun's side neck, and said sullenly, "You...wh, why did you come here?"

The vague accent wanted to bury the real emotion of the speaker, but it couldn't escape Yu Hengyun's ear.

His heart was throbbed by the feathery up-rising sound, and then he jumped wildly, so that Fu Zexuan, who was pressed tightly on his chest, felt his heart beat wildly.

The two listened to each other's heartbeat like a drum in such a panic, their restless emotions gradually calmed down, and they entangled with warmth and a sense of security.

Yu Hengyun heard the meaning of Fu Zexuan's words. After he left, he obviously ran to Fu Zexuan's door soon, but the bell didn't reach Fu Zexuan's ears until just now.

This shows that Fu Zexuan still has some trust and expectations for himself in his heart, so that he will not knock himself out of his world.

But he still had to show his sincerity, so he pressed his shoulders and left his embrace, faced Fu Zexuan face to face, looked at him seriously and said, "I'll come back to you after I left for a few minutes."

Fu Zexuan was taken aback for a moment, and his thoughts twisted again: "It's me..."

Yu Hengyun hurriedly interrupted him in a low voice, then pulled him into his arms and said, "No, it's me, it's me. I should stay with you every step of the way. I scare you. I'm sorry."

He took all the responsibility on his side, and Fu Zexuan felt even more sorry, because he was the culprit who caused everything, and Yu Hengyun wanted to accompany him to mess around here.

All his thoughts and emotions were invisible under Yu Hengyun's gaze, and he couldn't hold back to lean towards this man.

He was obviously haunted by those memories, but the moment the cat ran out of the balcony and left him, he got out of that state due to a sudden blow.

Look... finally left?

Finally can't take it anymore?How long is this?

The empty heart was full of dark emotions, it was hard to eat, he couldn't read books, he couldn't sleep alone, and the uncontrollable tearing heartache made him have to admit——

It turned out that he was looking forward to Yu Hengyun's long-term company.

It turned out that he had a small corner in his heart, and he always believed that Yu Hengyun would always be with him.

So when the doorbell rang, he almost ran towards the door, until the moment Yu Hengyun lowered his eyes and looked at him, he finally lost his heart, his nose was sour, his eyes were sour, and his eyes were full of mist. , to cover your eyes.

It was like the sight that this person casually turned towards me when they met for the first time.

At that time, his longing for 15 years finally landed in front of his eyes.

Today, Yu Hengyun is still Fu Zexuan's light, unbiased, falling in front of his eyes, pushing away the dark clouds that have covered the blue sky for too long, allowing his trembling heart to see the light of day again.

Yu Hengyun felt the trembling body of the young man in his arms, and hugged him a little tighter.

This wasn't their first hug, and even before that they had two kisses that went beyond their usual relationship.

But he thought, this is the closest time the two have been close to each other. It is not a pity hug for a young boy in an illusory scene, but a warmer and more passionate embrace. All their worries and doubts need not be said anymore. Melting in each other's heartbeat and hot blood.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Hengyun's body trembled, and a warm kiss was placed on the slightly cool earlobe, and his heart trembled for it, and a soft apology came from his ear like a distant voice: "I'm sorry."

Nothing is important anymore, Yu Hengyun's mind exploded, he couldn't wait to find it, leaned close to Fu Zexuan and pressed his forehead, and murmured confusedly: "I like you, I like you, together, together with me, okay?"

Fu Zexuan was stunned and was speechless for a while, then Yu Hengyun narrowed his eyes and leaned forward to kiss him, pestering him for an answer: "Is it okay?"

Fu Zexuan was also disturbed by him, his thoughts were in a mess, let alone a sudden kiss in the middle of a heartbeat.

He bit his lip and didn't dare to look at Yu Hengyun, but he already had the answer in his heart.

But in Yu Hengyun's eyes, it seemed that it was not the same thing.The young man lowered his eyes and didn't look at himself, biting his lip as if trying to avoid it.

So Yu Hengyun decided to try harder. He reached out to find Fu Zexuan's hand, but when he lowered his head, the person who was still running away disappeared without warning.

Yu Hengyun was furious, and he was suing Bai, so what about the grown-ups?

again!escape!up!How dare you!

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Feeling again, Brother Yun is really miserable.

It won't be so simple when I get caught next time, although this time it's really not Xuanxuan's fault.

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101. He and His Dreamland ([-])

Want to collide, but can't bear to collide.

The empty rehearsal hall was filled with the noisy sound of musical instruments, the screeching noise of friction between chairs and the ground, and people packed up their musical instruments in twos and threes, chatted and left.

The black-haired young man lowered his head and wiped the strings of the cello slowly. His whole body had an air of refusal to be thousands of miles away. Across him, the blond young man with clear blue eyes stared reverently at him slowly, as if he was watching a miracle. Actions.

"Finny, what are you looking at?"

"Oh...it's nothing." The blond young man named Feeney raised his head in a daze, "I'm thinking about the repertoire I practiced today."

"Let's go, I want to discuss today's song with you on the road."

"But..." Feeney hesitated, and took a peek at the Chinese next door.After thinking about it for the past few days, every time he wanted to talk to him, he had to do a few times of mental construction, and finally mustered up the courage but was always pulled away by his companions, he swallowed.

Staring at the back of his companion carrying the violin who took several steps forward, Finn said weakly to his companion, "Tyl, you go first today, I have something to do later."

Till turned around suspiciously to see his guilty expression, shrugged: "Alright then, although I don't know what can happen to you little sparrow."

Didn't miss it either, Till quickly found another bandmate who was alone and left.

The hall quickly fell silent, only a few habitual offenders were left. It was strange that the conductor was still in the rehearsal hall today to organize things.

Feeney emboldened himself a few times, and rehearsed the process in his head countless times: sitting on the chair next to the idol—saying hello to him—expressing his love for his music—and finally inviting him to dinner.

But he was discouraged again. This is also his bad temper that his family has said so many times. Of course, it does not require good social skills to develop in the music industry, but like him, even a single sentence has to be done many times to build his heart It is also rare to say it with a blushing face and still hesitate.

Feeney felt that this might be the end of the day, but he was not reconciled at all.

If only he had a likable personality like Tire who just left, he would definitely rush to his idol and say "I am your fan" to him, and the two had a good conversation, and he could With a smile, he proposes a dinner invitation.

Maybe he can practice with Tire tonight, and talk to his idol tomorrow...

Just as Finny was thinking like this, a low voice not far from the left asked in D characters: "What's the matter?"

"Ah... what, what?" Finny was startled, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and turned his head stiffly.

In fact, it was indeed like a dream, because Finny saw his idol turning his head to look at him, and said lightly, "If I remember correctly, Finn Beckman? What can I do for you?"

Is... is it a dream?The idol really took the initiative to talk to himself!Remember your name!It must be a scene that only appears in a dream!

Fu Zexuan saw the expression of the blond young man and the frightened rabbit, and explained: "You have been staring at me."

"Ah! I, I..." As expected by Finn, he could feel the temperature on his face, and he was still hesitating and unable to speak. The idol must hate him, right?

"Fu!" The conductor's deep voice sounded not far away, and both of them turned their heads to look at him, only to see the conductor nodded to Fu Zexuan, beckoning him to go.

Seeing this, Finn was a little anxious, but he couldn't squeeze out a complete sentence for a long time: "Referring, commanding...you..."

Fu Zexuan thought that he might have frightened him, so he turned back to look at Finn and comforted him, "Don't worry, wait for me here."

Finn nodded blankly. The little bird in his heart had already flown to nowhere. He watched Fu Zexuan stand up and go to direct after he finished speaking, and was deeply impressed by the idol's demeanor in his heart.

Following the brown-haired man to the aisle outside the rehearsal hall, Fu Zexuan looked at him without changing his expression against the man's scrutinizing gaze.

The conductor didn't talk nonsense: "How is the run-in?"

Fu Zexuan was able to use his movements to express that he would never speak, but the conductor smiled at him helplessly, and said with complicated eyes: "They are right, they have the same temperament as others."

As the name suggests, it can only be Wu Zele. Fu Zexuan lowered his eyebrows when he heard this, and looked down, as if refusing to discuss this topic.

The conductor reached out to touch Fu Zexuan's head. Seeing the young man's raised, deeply hidden fragile eyes froze in the air, he sighed and patted his head: "You are different from him."

After finishing speaking, the commander leaned against the wall, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and waved at the young man: "Is it okay?"

Seeing the young man nodding, he lowered his head and lit the cigarette, raised his head and exhaled, thought a lot for a moment, and finally just tilted his head and asked casually: "Why don't you want to be the chief?"

Fu Zexuan just shook his head: "Beckman is more suitable, that's fine, it's just for a concert after all."

The conductor laughed again, remembering the scene he saw just now, and shook his head slightly: "He is also timid, a kid from a noble family, he insists on joining the orchestra, but fortunately, his family knows his temperament, so they are willing to let him go, otherwise here It’s not easy to explain.”

"I like it too." Fu Zexuan was not impatient, chatting with the conductor back and forth.

The conductor felt that it was probably the charm of the music that kept Fu Zexuan, otherwise, according to Wu Zele's temperament, the child would probably have turned his head away after the first sentence.

At this point, he had a new idea: "What about you? Do you like it?"

Seeing that Fu Zexuan didn't answer, the conductor twitched his lips and said, "You just know that you don't go against your will. That's fine, don't make mistakes at the concert the day after tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he put the cigarette holder back into his mouth, paused, took it out again and said, "The suit is ready, remember to get it."

After speaking, he walked away chicly with a cigarette in his mouth.

Fu Zexuan stood still, still tortured in his mind on the question "Do you like it?" asked by the conductor.

Is it because you like it so you stick to it for so many years?Or is it just an inescapable habit to pass the long hours?

How do you feel about Yu Hengyun?The emotion that seems to be imposed just to satisfy the feeling of self-sacrifice is——

He needed someone who could hand over the keys, so he chose Yu Hengyun to treat him well and push everything to him.

My thoughts are very messy, and I don't know when the thread ball will be sorted out.

"I like you..." "How about being together?" But the hot breath that day seemed to be still on the lips, and every time I thought about it, I would stop breathing.

After the concert the day after tomorrow, they should be here, right?

Fu Zexuan lowered his head and opened the communicator, and found the top dialog box in the Wech account. He flipped through the conversations the two had had in this dream, and then quit.

What remained at the end seemed to be a message with no beginning and no end, and there was no response after it was sent——

[New Year's Concert of Bailin Philharmonic Orchestra in D Country]

Pressing off the communicator, Fu Zexuan tried to dispel the gloom in his heart, but the depression was hard to get rid of. He leaned heavily against the wall, lowered his head, and saw the sneakers that he had rarely changed in a century.

Thinking of the wrong slippers that gave me such a shock that day, I suddenly breathed out "fur", which washed away the gloomy expression.

The toe of the left shoe rubbed against the ground twice, Fu Zexuan stood up straight, and went back to look for the shy and frightened little Beckman rabbit.

At this moment, Finn came to his senses, seeing the idol walking in with a communicator in hand, looking around the empty rehearsal hall and walking towards him casually, and began to implement his dinner invitation plan.

"Fu!" After calling out the idol's surname, seeing him turn his eyes over and looking at him with concentration and doubts, Fei En encouraged himself from the bottom of his heart, clenched his fists and gathered his breath: "I, I...special like you."

Fu Zexuan was a little surprised, but seeing Finn still clenched his fists and blushing, looking like he still had something to say, he calmly waited for Finn's next words.

On the contrary, Fei En was a little frustrated seeing Fu Zexuan's unsurprised look, and said excitedly: "It's true, Fu! You are "D", right!I am your big fan!I really love your work! "

Now that he stopped stuttering, Fu Zexuan responded with an understatement "Yes".

Finn was chilled by his bland reaction, as if water had been poured into his head, and the fever caused by excitement before also calmed down.

Do idols not want to be recognized?He flinched at the possibility.

The atmosphere between the two seemed to be getting more and more awkward. In the empty rehearsal hall, the two of them sat facing each other in the cello area. Finn had no other reason to hide his behavior.

After a while, the sound of pulling the zipper startled Finn from his depressed mood, and he muffled: "I'm sorry, Fu, did I bother you?"

Fu Zexuan didn't think too much, just said indifferently: "No."

The two of them are not on the same channel. The so-called "interruption" by Finn is the disturbance that Fu Zexuan, as a mysterious "D", does not want to be recognized, but Fu Zexuan's casual denial makes the aura between the two reach a strange harmony.

So Finn reconfirmed his understanding of the idol, he is really a kind person, Finn thought.

This gave Finn a shot in the arm. He tentatively said, "That, that... I really like your music."

"Ah?" Fu Zexuan was puzzled, didn't he say this before?

Finn blushed and hesitated: "So, can you give me a chance to discuss it with you? It's just a dinner, just fine!"

A well-behaved and polite young man, seeing his transformation from a gorgeous golden apple to a bright red Fuji, Fu Zexuan replied "yes" in a low voice.

"No, can't it? Then... ah?" Finn was stunned again, and Mumu said "Oh", and then realized that this was very inappropriate, and looked at the idol with a little trepidation: "Then, what about us? "

Fu Zexuan got up and ordered: "Pack up and go to eat, I'll get something by the way."

So Fei En foolishly followed Fu Zexuan to clean the rehearsal hall and set up the chairs. The process was quiet and no one spoke to anyone, but they were very harmonious.

Finn enjoyed the process very much, and as the friendly and cordial cleaning activities continued, he even had a feeling that the two were close and familiar.

So after finishing cleaning and locking the rehearsal hall, when the two lined up in the direction of the commercial street, Finn was no longer as stiff as before, at least he could talk to Fu Zexuan normally without stuttering.

"Why is it going this way?"

"Is the tone direction here..."

"I've always thought that the source of inspiration for this song might be..."

Fu Zexuan also answered one after another, speaking in a consistent and concise manner, just like his impression on Finn, so he didn't show any flaws of his absent-mindedness at all.

Withdrawing his eyes that seemed to be casually looking at the surrounding environment, Fu Zexuan lightly suppressed the strangeness in his heart.

Perhaps on the street, it is inevitable to have the feeling of being peeped...

Thinking about it, Fu Zexuan re-focused on the big blond boy beside him who couldn't suppress his joy and talked about his own music, feeling helpless. The time span for this big boy from restraint to enthusiasm was too short.

He knew that it was the charm of "D" that made Finn have such a good impression of him as a stranger, but he didn't understand what the charm was.

Do a few simple self-composed tracks have such a big bragging value?

Fu Zexuan is actually not a person who needs answers to his questions, but this question has appeared in his mind more than once.

The copyright fees he received, Xu Han’s persistence in being his manager, the interviews he had to accept, Yu Hengyun’s and Xue Chijing’s love for “D” performance in the dream, Yu Shunuo imagined him wearing a mask to hold a concert , and the thronging crowd at the concert.

These details emerged in Fu Zexuan's mind, and all of them express how much the cellist "D" is loved by people.

Although his music will add other elements besides the cello to form works that best fit the theme and emotion, but that's all. This does not make Fu Zexuan think it is worthy of such a huge favorite group.

He has never raised this question to familiar people, but to the relatively unfamiliar Finn——

Still a character who only appears in dreams, Fu Zexuan finally asked this question——

He waited for the time when Finn's excitement faded, the two of them were silent, and asked, "Why do you like "D"? "

Fu Zexuan has thought about many reasons. For the two brothers and sisters of the Yu family and Xu Han, the music of "D" is the music that can comfort them subconsciously, because he has left notes in their subconscious minds by means of hypnosis and awakening respectively. trace.

Others are different, there is no handwriting left by him in the subconscious of others.

But Fu Zexuan has doubted more than once whether "D" can get such a wide love, whether it is due to the SLAF virus linked to the mother.

Because of the tendency towards the mother, the music provided by the mother's parasite has a special meaning.

This has not been confirmed, but Fu Zexuan feels that this reason is enough to convince him, so his expectations for Finn's answer are nothing more than answers like "feel very special" and "have an inexplicable sense of familiarity".

But Fei En's eyes widened in disbelief, and Fu Zexuan's pupils couldn't help dilating, and he almost stopped in his tracks.

He asked this question, so why surprised Finn so much?

Finn really couldn't believe that Fu Zexuan would ask such a question. Asking an avid fan why he likes "D" is tantamount to questioning his status as an idol.

Not to mention the doubts from the idol himself.

But Finn quickly used his own way of thinking to get the answer he thought was the best.

Maybe it's because I'm the person that I can't get an accurate judgment on my own value?How do you say that in China?Living in the mountains and not knowing?

That being the case, as an avid fan who studies idols deeply, Finn is determined to let idols realize the excellence of "D".

He recalled the compliments in some music magazines that had left a deep impression on him, and with a sense of pride in his idol, he said softly but still energetically: "I'm afraid you don't realize the value of 'D'. "

Maybe I really don’t know much about it. After all, Fu Zexuan only regarded this status as a part-time job to earn living expenses, and let others help to hand over things. Wu Youxing and Xu Han took care of things very well and never said anything extra to him. In short, he Just be responsible for handing in the music.

If it is said that the first time he realized the fame of "D" was that interview... Fu Zexuan's thoughts stopped here, and he didn't think about it any further, but refocused on Finn's next words.

But Fu Zexuan soon discovered that the unpretentious praises such as "perfect playing skills" and "emotions that hit one hit" were spoken from the mouth of the boy who gave him a very restrained and reserved first impression. If you want to hear it, Fu Zexuan can find more beautiful words piled up with words from music magazines.

That's right, the object of his attention completely failed his expectations, and the explanation given was completely contrary to his expectations.

Fu Zexuan