my zepple

Imnevergonnadanceagain

i will never dance again

The wayIdancedwithyou

if i can't dance with you

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Song Rou pulled down the hood of the sweater inside the jacket, and stood up from the low sofa in the tea hall.

He lowered his head to look at the time, turned off his phone and put it back into his coat pocket, and began to squint his eyes to observe the teahouse in front of him for the fourth time today.

This teahouse looks like a living room, but it is actually an empty utility room.The studio is not open to the public for visits, and it seems that there are hardly any guests.

There are wooden shelves and picture frames in the corner, and a huge Chinese medicine combination cabinet is used to hold painting materials.

Plus, there's a lot of stuff that looks out of place --

There is a small old piano by the window. The body of the piano is made of South American spherical rosewood, and walnut and black butterfly shell are used for Rococo-style carvings.

There are many old illustrated books and some antique car models on the shelf.

Song Rou can roughly recognize a 1959 lemon yellow Cadillac, a 1968 sunset orange Ford Mustang... and maybe a blue 1957 Chevrolet Corvette.

On one shelf, covered with soft velvet, were many felt puppies, and among the puppies were a few March hares and Cheshire cats.

There are many small ornaments piled on the table in the corner, such as clay mushrooms and teapots, popcorn machines and game consoles made of building blocks, and a few dry cotton and pine cones in the teacups.

Song Rou casually thought that the owner of this studio probably has a serious collection habit.

Well, still rich.

"Softly!"

Song Rou closed her eyes wearily, and turned around helplessly.

He stretched out one hand from his coat pocket, and gestured softly to the assistant painter who forgot to control the decibel through the mask on his lips.

Then the girl crouched like a frightened hamster and covered her ears.

"I'm sorry Rourou, I'm really sorry I forgot again! I'm so excited and sorry!"

Song Rou hooked her lips and said in a low voice that it's okay.

Then he approached the girl again and asked her, "What's the matter?"

But Song Rou was too tall, which made him have to lower his head when talking to the girl, his thin and shallow eyelids drooped down, looking very gentle.

The girl's face was blushing as if she was about to bleed immediately, and she hurriedly pressed the back of her hand to her red cheeks to cool down.

"I, I heard from my colleagues that you were still waiting for Tong...waiting for the boss in the teahouse, and I made you a cup of coffee."

"You cooked it yourself?"

The eyebrows exposed outside the mask twitched.

Holding the coffee cup, the girl took a deep breath.

"Yes..."

After she finished speaking in a daze, she pointed to his head and asked in a low voice, "Did you dye your hair?"

Because although Song Rou is still wearing a cold hat, but without the cover of the hood of the sweater, some light-colored hair roots are exposed on both sideburns.

Song Rou nodded, raised her hand and took off the knitted beanie.

A head of gray-purple hair poured out of the darkness.

The girl opposite slowly opened her mouth wide, as if she was about to swallow the egg raw.

Song Rou ran her fingers through the messy hair on both sides of her forehead with a smile, and asked her, "Doesn't it look good?"

The girl shook her head like a rattle.

"Super beautiful!"

What are you kidding? !

Song Rou can blow Narcissus in the world with her eyes closed even if her head is stained with feces yellow and fluorescent green.

What's more, this gray and purple color is really... Fairy and cold, it's refreshing.

I fucking love it to death!The girl roared violently in her heart.

Most of the fans know that Song Rou is currently shooting a very important magazine cover.

This magazine is famous all over the world for its artistic images and forecasting and guidance of fashion trends, and its shooting style is even more famous for its bold and gorgeous.

Although everyone expected that this look would be eye-catching, no one expected that Song Rou would dye her hair.

After all, since his debut, no matter how exaggerated his stage makeup is, no matter how gorgeous his costumes are, only his long black curly hair has never changed.

Those who are engaged in visual rock at home and abroad, who doesn't have colorful heads, and is full of monsters when they come on stage?

And Song Rou——

A natural curly hair looks like a baby. I usually don’t fart on all social platforms for 800 years. After washing my hair and losing a few hairs, I immediately send Weibo for help.

Song Rou laughed again after hearing this, with the tails of her eyes slightly raised.

Then he reached for the coffee and said seriously, "Thank you, I'll drink it."

Song Rou knew that the young assistant painter in front of him was his fan.

The necklace hanging around her neck is still a limited edition that he co-branded with the brand during the New Year.

Even before he came here, he didn't make an appointment in advance. He just ran into this girl outside the studio and saw her packing the works ordered by the gallery at the door, waiting for the transportation company that specializes in transporting artworks to pick them up.

Song Rou pulled off her mask and said she wanted to find their studio boss, the little girl was pleasantly surprised and led him in to the second floor.

After handing over the coffee, the girl walked back with her mobile phone in her arms. After walking a few steps, she turned around nervously and stammered several times: "Our boss was not like this before... He, he must have something to do." busy."

"Rourou, don't be angry, he is actually a very nice person."

As she spoke, she stuck out her tongue and added, "It's just a little dull."

Song Rou stretched her arms lazily, and bent her eyes comfortingly at her, and said only: "Got it, let's go to work."

But that being said, in fact, Song Rou is really a little impatient at the moment.

Earlier, he had asked his team to discuss cooperation with YU's studio, and he had contacted it several times, but they refused directly, and the question was that he was a stinky painter and didn't want to get involved in the entertainment industry.

However, the one who claimed not to be involved in the entertainment industry, turned around and mixed in the wedding art design of a certain first-line singer. As the designer of the concept short film and the beautiful invitation card of the wedding of that century, he was listed on the trending search for three days and three nights. !

Do not mix?Poor to paint?All the shit.

Song Rou slowly poured the milk into the coffee cup with a small stainless steel cup, thinking whether her coffee is not big enough or the money is not enough, or he and this Yu had an enmity when he didn't know.

The studio here has clearly conveyed the meaning of rejection to his team three times. If he didn't really like the painting style of this cutting-edge painter, he really wouldn't have come to sit on the bench outside his office.

This studio is built outside the Seventh Ring Road, and some places are so desolate that only gray lines can be seen on the navigation.As soon as Song Rou got out of the car, she was almost dissuaded by the temperature difference between the urban area and the suburbs. As a result, the tea room on the second floor of the studio didn't even have an air conditioner.

But this is not intentional to treat people badly. The assistant painter in the studio came to apologize and said that the boss of their studio is allergic to air conditioners. There is no heating in the south. When it is cold, everyone turns on the heater.

Song Rou glanced at the milky white electric heater plugged in next to the short table, it was not as high as his calf propped up on the low sofa.

The teahouse is located in the space up the stairs, which is empty and quiet.The wall is made of light gray micro-cement, and the wicks in the barbed wire are dark, exuding useless heat in the space.

Song Rou turned on the phone again.Thinking in his heart, if Yu Yu didn't come out in another 10 minutes, he would just open the door and go in. No matter what, he must see someone today.

Three minutes later, however, the door clicked open.

Just like a rusty machine that has not been used for a long time in the corner, the moment the power is turned on, the sound of two heavy gears meshing again after many years.

Song Rou felt that she heard such a voice.

The man who came out of the door was dressed in black. When closing the door sideways, he lowered his head so that his messy hair covered his eyebrows and eyes, and when he raised his head, he met Song Rou's eyes directly.

The man was also taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Song Rou to still be waiting outside.

"Tongyu."

Song Rou wore a mask to cover half of her face, so she couldn't see her expression clearly, and her voice was buzzing.

So Tong Yu was not sure whether he had called his name, so he just pursed his lips and said nothing.

Just when Tong Yu was about to speak, Song Rou called softly again: "Xiao Yu."

This time Tong Yu heard it clearly enough, with this affirmative tone, Song Rou recognized him.

He lowered his head and pulled the big black sweater, and didn't look up at Song Rou again, his expression was calm, as if he was quietly thinking about something else.

What are you thinking?How did you recognize him?

Song Rou stared at him closely and remained silent for a long time.

In terms of body shape alone, the current Tong Yu is completely different from what it was back then.

What was Tongyu like before?

In the past, he was always used to wearing all black, because he was really too fat, and wearing too light colors would make him feel uncomfortable, and black could make him reduce his sense of existence as much as possible, and he hated attracting attention.

Tong Yu is very fat. Since he took the first olanzapine in his life at the age of 16, he has been a fat man for many years after that.

From 120 catties to 150 catties, and then to 180 catties, because of his fragile autonomic nerves, Tong Yu could only watch helplessly as he was gradually wrapped in thick fat and sank in the abyss of suspended heat.

However, this is also irrelevant.

Now Tong Yu is standing in front of Song Rou, still wearing loose black underwear, which makes his skin extremely pale, and wearing some old-looking sneakers.The hair is so long that it almost covers the eyes, and the facial features are delicate and soft after the heavy fat is removed.

How did Song Rou recognize it?

He thought that Tong Yu hadn't changed at all, he liked to wear loose black clothes, his skin was nearly pale as before, the corners of his mouth turned down, and his dark, dull eyes.

And most importantly—

This is Tong Yu, a person who has appeared thousands of times in dreams, even if it is burned to ashes, it is impossible for Song Rou not to recognize it.

"why…"

When Song Rou spoke again, her voice became a little hoarse. He stopped and cleared his throat, but his eyes still looked at the opposite person motionlessly.

"Did you take any more medicine?" Why are you so thin now?

He used a very gentle tone, tentative, as if he was afraid of bursting the bubble or waking up from his dream.

Tong Yu bent his back slightly, transferred the pocket in his right hand to his left, and asked him directly: "Are you here to talk about cooperation in the concert?"

In fact, Song Rou was reluctant to let Tong Yu be so vague on this issue, but he could feel Tong Yu's anxiety.The fact before his eyes was that talking to him made Tong Yu very impatient.

"Originally." But now there are other, more important things to talk to you about.

Song Rou took a step forward, wanting to draw the distance closer, six years is really too long, enough to magnify a person's humble desires, he even longs to see clearly every light-colored hair on his face .

"I've already said, I'm not going to take this."

Song Rou's sudden approach made him feel uncomfortable, Tong Yu suppressed the irritability in his heart, and closed his eyes impatiently.

"Do you still want to ask why?"

Maybe it wasn't Song Rou's sudden approach that made him feel uncomfortable, it seemed that those long-silent emotions, those memories of youth and pain all rushed from his sensitive stomach to his throat along his narrow esophagus.

As Tong Yu spoke, his eyes drifted to the stairs, and it wasn't that he was in a hurry, he just felt that if he stayed for a second longer, he would vomit on the spot.

The past between him and Song Rou was not very respectable, if he vomited this, the two of them would not have any respect.