kiss goodnight

In the old auditorium, there was a lively sound of gongs and drums, and there was a jubilant martial arts performance on the stage. Nearly a hundred members of the traffic police brigade were sitting on small benches neatly placed under the stage.Duan Yang tightened the padded jacket on his shoulders, straightened his back for the seventh time and looked back at the entrance, his bent legs kept shaking, Han Xiaojun punched him with his elbow and asked, "Has the Wen team not come yet?"

Duan Yang: "I'll give him a call."

Sliding the screen of the phone, the signal was off, and he couldn't dial out. Duan Yang was quite depressed, but said with certainty: "Don't worry, the boss promised to come over, let's wait."

Until waiting in the backstage, Duan Yang was shocked by the "three and a half sentences" manuscript, and came back to his senses in surprise. For the first time in his life, Wen Ke actually broke his promise.

Another spark ignited, Jiang Yi'an threw away the fourth cigarette butt, squatted in the corner and wiped his face despondently.At 5:[-], Jiang Yi'an, who has always been insensitive to the passage of time, read the numbers on the clock every [-] minutes. The man had already left. He didn't understand what he was doing, but instead made him feel more and more anxious.

Doing nothing, just fighting against the negative emotions in his body, Jiang Yi'an was exhausted enough.

When he got up, his legs were numb and his eyes were dizzy, and a white light hit him. Jiang Yi Anshun slid down the wall and sat on the ground, his tailbone hurt, his head was buzzing, and his temples seemed to be connected to his heartbeat.He struggled to breathe, using the air that swung into his chest to regain consciousness. After seeing the outline of the furniture, Jiang Yi'an raised his head heavily, and with a "boom", his vision became blurred again.

The arms hang down the legs, in a daze, the painful memory begins to take advantage of the loopholes again, mean and indifferent, like a knife, constantly tickling the fragile nerves.Jiang Yi'an raised the hem of his clothes and looked towards his left abdomen. Suddenly he was afraid of the cold, his bright eyes were covered with mist, and his slumped shoulders seemed to be unable to lift up anymore.

He took out the cigarette pack, lit the cigarette for the fifth time, held it between his fingers and did not smoke, waited for a few minutes, he turned over his left wrist, fiercely, the moment the cigarette butt touched his skin, "Ding dong—" Jiang Yian was stunned , turned his face away in panic, and before he had time to let himself have the illusion of auditory hallucinations, the second doorbell rang.

He stood up straight, his heart beating like a drum, and he walked to the door. There was a familiar face in the cat's eyes.Surprised and cramped, Jiang Yi'an raised his hand to turn on the light, and when his eyes adjusted to the light, he opened the door and looked at Wen Ke anxiously, thinking about what tone he should explain so that the other party would not be angry.

Jiang Yi'an opened his mouth, but Wen Ke was one step ahead of him, and said with a smile: "Wait a long time."

The heroic sword eyebrows stretched slightly, and the deep eyes were clear and clear, without waves or ripples. Looking into Jiang Yi'an's eyes, he stroked away the uneasiness in him for no reason, and his restless mood slowly calmed down.

After being stunned for a while, Jiang Yi'an asked, "Why are you here?" His downcast eyes fell on Wen Ke's right hand, and he opened his eyes wide. The object he was carrying was something he was all too familiar with - a guitar.

Wen Ke's voice has no ups and downs, as if his appearance is logical: "Didn't I say that I want to sing for you?"

Jiang Yi'an tapped his forehead and frowned: "But I..."

Wen Ke interrupted him: "Every time I come to your house, do I have to stand at the door for a few minutes before I can enter?"

Jiang Yi'an said confusedly: "Huh?" Then suddenly, "Oh", he hurriedly turned sideways to give way.Wen Ke stepped into the room and smelled a pungent smell of smoke. He opened a window near the sofa and put the piano case on the coffee table.

Rubbing his hands along the seams of his trousers, Jiang Yi'an continued to explain with his restless heartbeat: "Wen Ke, actually I..."

Wen Ke slid open the zipper of the piano cover: "Which song do you want to hear?"

Jiang Yi'an opened his mouth, and choked out two words for a long time: "...anything is fine."

Under the cover of the leather box is an acoustic guitar covered with traces of time, of ordinary quality, worn out and cheap.Wen Ke put it on his lap, and introduced it while tuning the strings: "I bought it when I was young, and I can play "Wandering" staggeringly by following the video tutorials for half a year."

Jiang Yi'an asked: "Then you still let me order songs?"

Wen Ke: "Is there any conflict?"

Jiang Yi'an: "What if you don't know how to play?"

Wen Ke said: "Sing a cappella."

"Pfft", Jiang Yi'an smiled, couldn't hold back, the corners of his eyes were wet, and the dullness of his skin due to insomnia was covered by the rosiness of his smile.He moved a chair and sat across from Wen Ke, with a coffee table between them, and sometimes they only saw each other in their eyes.

Wen Ke cleared his throat and reminded: "I have vaccinated you, you are tone deaf, you can just listen."

Jiang Yi'an's eyes were warm and moist, and he stared deeply at Wen Ke's every move.

There are no wonderful voices, incoherent melodies, strumming fingerings, and blunt inflection, but there is never a single wrong word.A ball of heat swelled in Jiang Yi'an's heart, scorching hot, making his vision brighter and brighter, all the sorrows before, after Wen Ke's arrival, there was only a little gray shadow left.

The lyrics I wrote are like some kind of prophecy, and the last sentence Wen Ke sang, "May we all be lucky in the future", lingers in Jiang Yi'an's ears.

Wen Ke covered the strings with his palms, and when the lingering sound was gone, he raised his eyes and looked straight.The breeze slipped into the house, stirring up Jiang Yi'an's delicate hair. He has bright eyebrows, kind eyes, and pure demeanor and speech. Wen Ke has been paying attention to such a person for ten years, but at this moment, he has completely other thoughts and thoughts.

Jiang Yi'an lowered his eyelashes in the long silence, rubbed his crossed thumbs back and forth, opened and closed his mouth several times, hesitating and cautious, as if gathering courage for what he was going to say later.Wen Ke put the guitar aside and waited patiently. After a while, Jiang Yi'an let out a long sigh of relief: "Actually, I really don't want to cause you trouble."

There was a sparkle in the raised pupils, Jiang Yi'an didn't let himself cry, but was moved.The corners of his eyes were red, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips: "You must know what happened to me. Whether you did it out of sympathy or pity, I thank you very much."

Wen Ke didn't say a word, feeling distressed.

"I might as well..." Jiang Yi'an paused, and smiled, "That's it." He tied up his messy hair again, looked out the window, and felt that he was lucky enough this night.

"So, don't worry about me anymore."

The moon is full and the stars are dense, the clouds are thin, and the wind blowing on the window sash is like whispering. Wen Ke said calmly in a silent stalemate: "It's not sympathy, nor pity."

Jiang Yi'an thought that Wen Ke would have other words, but he didn't think so, he just denied his own words in the simplest way.

Wen Ke handed over the guitar: "Try?"

Jiang Yi'an hesitated, but he still reached out to catch it with a heavy fist, much like the red guitar he used to compose music in the past.He once said to Lin Ye, "No more singing", so he only played a chorus melody of "Wild Rose", just a few bars, which was enough. Wen Ke was convinced in Jiang Yi'an's fiery eyes that his desire for music was not enough. No reduction.

Holding the falling strings, Wen Ke said: "In two days, I will take you to meet someone."

Jiang Yi'an shook his head and refused: "I can't help it..."

"After the meeting, if you still insist on thinking this way." Wen Ke said clearly, "I will respect you."

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