kiss goodnight

The first stop of Mage's national tour, Wandao Stadium in Jingnan City, the last rehearsal——

The stage director made an OK gesture to five people not far away: "No problem, let's go here."

As soon as Lin Ye heard it, he immediately threw away the guitar, and lay down in front of Li Mai carelessly, with sweat dripping from the side of his neck, and the lights wrapped around his densely packed earrings: "I'm so exhausted."

Qi Xuan moved his panting shoulders twice: "Our physical strength obviously can't keep up."

Wu Zifeng sighed slightly: "It's definitely not comparable to when he first debuted."

"Yesterday when I looked in the mirror, I didn't think I was old at all, twenty at most." Leaving the drum set, sitting cross-legged next to Lin Ye, Qi Xuan flung out a bit of anger with his dirty braids, "Who would have thought that I would call him Mom is almost forty."

"Don't be stinky and shameless." Meng Ge lit a cigarette for Wu Zifeng, and the two of them smoked side by side intoxicated, "When you were 20, you looked like you were [-]."

Qi Xuan leapt up from the ground with a ruthless look on his face. He rolled up his sleeves and said in disbelief, "Let the lead singer take a look, which one of us is old?"

Wu Zifeng used his arm to fend off Qi Xuan who was approaching with a drum stick, and smiled as a peacemaker: "Okay, people who have lived half their lives, can't they make trouble enough?"

Of course it's not enough.

Jiang Yi'an was wearing a punk jacket tailored for him by the sponsor, and sat quietly on the edge of the stage, looking up at the clear starry sky. The five members of Mage have been together for 20 years. From the age when they didn’t know anything, they broke into the music scene with simple instruments on their backs, and now they have been recognized by the industry one after another, and they have been promoted to high positions by fans. The journey has been ups and downs , Ups and downs, the only thing that remains unchanged is the original intention, so when facing each other, they are still like children.

He picked up the red guitar engraved with "M", lowered his eyelashes, lightly hooked a clear chord with the tip of his right finger, and sang lazily: "Come on, pin your arrogance to your chest."

The four people behind them stopped playing around, and continued tacitly: "Laugh, failure is also self-proof of hard work."

The music was flowing in the center of the bright stage, and the five voices were superimposed into a comfortable harmony. Jiang Yi'an raised the corners of his lips and faced the vast starry night: "Blow, there is a fallen leaf in the wind that writes dreams."

Five people sat side by side in a row, surrounding Jiang Yi'an in the middle: "Love, he's right there, running towards you."

The bright lights of "Wandao" came to an end. On the elevated outer ring road, there was a touch of cool pigeon blood red. The Maybach drove steadily to the traffic police detachment of Jingnan City, circled the office building with ease, and backed into the narrow internal parking lot at the back door. .

Jiang Yi'an hooked the car keys with his index finger, put his coat on his left arm, raised his hand to brush away his bangs dyed with red pomade, and walked towards the brightly lit room on the first floor.

The echo of footsteps spread in the empty corridor, and then there was a knock on the door, and then, Jiang Yi'an heard a low voice: "Please come in."

The area of ​​Wen Ke's office is much larger than when he was in the traffic police brigade, and there is an additional room dedicated to rest, which is used more frequently than the bedroom in Yuyuan Villa.

Putting down the red-headed documents being reviewed, Wen Ke raised his eyes: "The rehearsal is over?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yi'an threw his coat on the bed in the lounge, and unbuttoned it at the collarbone, "I'm sweating, I'll take a shower."

Taking off his shirt neatly, Jiang Yianguang/bare shoulders stood by the bed without moving for a moment. He lowered his head and stared at Wen Ke's police uniform thoughtfully. After a while, he picked up the dark blue shirt and quickly went into the bathroom.

The sound of water was pouring down, causing Wen Ke to lose his concentration and avoid mistakes in the review. He changed the content of his duty from correcting official documents to reading the work reports submitted by the squadrons.

Hot steam leaked from the blinds under the bathroom door. Jiang Yi'an turned on the shower and opened the door with a towel on his head. Moist mist filled the room. While wiping his hair, he moved to the window on the left side of the desk. He copied Wen Ke's cigarette pack and lighter by hand, sipped a cigarette and lit it.

Wen Ke's peripheral vision was always attached to Jiang Yi'an, and when he saw clearly that he was wearing his own police uniform shirt, flames shot out with a "pop", and he raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

The dark night quietly entered the house, and only one desk lamp was lit in the office. Jiang Yi'an stared out the window and squeezed out the cigarette and said: "There are sixteen performances in total, and they will run for at least half a year."

Wen Ke nodded upon hearing the words: "It's going to be hard work for a while."

After the voice fell, the atmosphere returned to silence. Jiang Yi'an smoked out his cigarette tastelessly, slammed on his slippers, and moved towards the bedroom in a fit of anger. Wen Ke called out with a low smile, "Yi'an."

Jiang Yi'an stopped and turned to look at him expressionlessly.

Wen Ke leaned back against the back of the chair, looked down, and stared at Jiang Yi'an's long legs: "Are you angry with me?"

"No." Jiang Yi'an replied quickly, standing on the spot with downcast eyes, and said duplicity, "You should be busy, I'm going back to bed."

Wen Ke: "Want to run after teasing?"

Jiang Yi'an: "Who teased you?"

"Wear my clothes, use my shower gel, and spray my perfume." Wen Ke unceremoniously pointed out one by one, "What's your intention?"

Not to be outdone, Jiang Yi'an stood in front of the desk with arms folded, his eyes condescending: "I heard that the police officer is so busy, but he can still pay attention to my small thoughts. It's really, really hard and wonderful."

Wen Ke sighed helplessly: "How old are you, and you still play childish temper."

"Look." Jiang Yi'an frowned and bit his lips, "When I was chasing me, I said 'adults who are favored are considered children', but now I despise my age. Sure enough, words during the passionate love period are not credible."

Wen Ke faced the ceiling and couldn't help laughing. After a pause for a few seconds, he raised his chin at Jiang Yi'an: "Come here."

Jiang Yi'an turned his head away pretending to be reserved.

Wen Ke couldn't help it, so he had to soften his tone and said softly: "Baby, please, come to me."

Jiang Yi'an's heart suddenly caught fire, and he looked at Wen Ke in astonishment. After all these years together, he had never heard him speak in such a tone. Although his steps were steady, his mind was already on the verge of collapse.

Wen Ke patted his legs, and Jiang Yi'an stepped/sat on it knowingly, facing him face to face, with hot chests pressed together, each hotter than the other.Wen Ke tightened his grip on Jiang Yi'an's waist, rubbed his nose against his collarbone, the scent of perfume left on his shirt gradually merged with the smell on Jiang Yi'an's skin: "Sorry, little sticky, I made you unhappy."

Jiang Yi'an wrapped his arms around Wen Ke's neck, rested his chin on the top of his head, and looked up at the stars outside the window: "Understood, the seven-year itch."

Before the end was over, Wen Ke held Jiang Yian's waist and moved it in front of him with a bit of domineering force: "Feel it, is this reaction called 'itch'?"

Jiang Yi'an whispered disdainfully in his ear: "It will be a little tricky."

"Lead singer Jiang." Wen Ke lowered his volume and listened carefully. The secret hoarseness in his tone tickled Jiang Yi'an's heart, "I'm afraid that if I lose control, you won't be able to perform on stage tomorrow."

"I need you to charge me up." Jiang Yi'an held Wen Ke's head in his hands, and put his forehead against his forehead, "How long has it been since you touched me? Wen Ke, have idols lost their charm with you? Or am I not enough..."

The back of his neck was pinched fiercely, following another wave of brute force, Jiang Yian was forced to leave Wen Ke's face, allowing him to play with himself with ease, but his eyes were always provocative, and the corners of his eyes showed a seductive look. sexy.

Wen Ke said: "If you use the current position, you may not be able to sleep in an hour."

Jiang Yi'an has experienced it before, he weighed it for a long time: "Then go to bed..."

Wen Ke: "It's late."

The air in his mouth was wantonly plundered, Jiang Yi'an heard Ke's explanation and melted into soft snow in his hands: "You work so hard every day, and you come home early in the morning, so I really can't bear to torment you."

Jiang Yi'an barely uttered a syllable: "Well..."

The hem of the shirt was folded upwards, Jiang Yi'an leaned against the edge of the table, Wen Ke clasped his thin wrist bones with one hand in a grasping posture, and smiled at the corner of his lips: "Singer Jiang, you have been arrested."

The warm morning light climbed onto Jiang Yian's smooth back through the window, and he lay meekly beside Wen Ke, his snow-white skin covered with red hickey marks.There is a tattooed M under the ring, but it looks like a W. On Jiang Yi'an's birthday two years ago, Wen Ke took him to a tattoo shop to have it tattooed by himself.

The first kiss in the morning fell on the root of the ring finger. The touch carried the residual heat of last night's joy/pleasure. Jiang Yian woke up sensitively. In the corner of his eyes, just as he was about to speak, Wen Ke blocked his lips and whispered, "Good morning, idol."

Jiang Yi'an wrapped the quilt tightly, interlocked fingers with Wen Ke, and muttered: "You are such a bad fan."

Squeezed side by side in the narrow bathroom, brushing teeth and washing, Jiang Yi'an asked with a sip of water: "The organizer requires you to gather at 'Wandao' at twelve o'clock, when will you come?"

"Together with you." Wen Ke wiped Jiang Yi'an's face with his own towel, "Last week, I applied to change the time of the night shift in order to be able to rest all day today and be your attendant."

Jiang Yi'an turned around, pried Wen Ke's lips and teeth open with the tip of his tongue, and the two kissed tacitly. They moved from the sink to the sofa, and then to the desk. You have to sit in a place where I can find you at a glance."

Wen Ke replied: "I will never leave your sight."

The modified engine of the Maybach roared at the back door of Wandao Stadium. Jiang Yi'an stepped out of the car, took off his sunglasses and bent over to Wen Ke, saying, "See you later."

"Yeah." Wen Ke raised his index finger and stroked Jiang Yi'an's nose, "Come on."

An hour later, the Maybach drove into the magnificent gate of the winery and stopped at the gate of the luxuriously decorated castle. Su Qing hugged Su Wan and stepped down the high steps, her feet were unstable. Wen Ke hurried forward to hold her hand, Su Wan's chubby body slid into Wen Ke's arms, and said loudly in his face: "Brother Wen Ke!"

Wen Ke sternly corrected: "Uncle."

"Nose!" Su Wan grabbed her fluffy pink gauze skirt and straightened the crown she was wearing on top of her head, "Just call me brother! You are a handsome and cool police brother!"

Su Qing pinched her niece's tender face: "My little ancestor is inferior, and your father will cry when he goes back."

Su Wan climbed into the co-pilot of the Maybach with two "hey" sounds, and asked after sitting firmly, "Brother Wen Nuo will also come to my idol's concert?"

Wen Ke leaned forward to fasten the seat belt for the little princess: "He is rushing from the school laboratory to the stadium."

Su Wan chattered excitedly: "Can I go to the idol's house to play guitar after the concert?"

Su Qing held her dangling arm: "What did my aunt teach you? Pursue stars rationally, and stay away from your idol's private life."

Wen Ke started the car with a smile, controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and listened to Su Wan's kindergarten adventures, and the inspirational story of how to become the first sister of the class.

Su Wan touched her cupola: "I want to form a band when I grow up!"

Wen Ke asked curiously: "Is it also the lead singer?"

"Yes!" Su Wan kicked her feet excitedly, and the magnificent bird's nest-shaped building in her vision was getting closer and closer. A tall and thin figure was waiting at the entrance, interrupting her conversation with Wen Ke, and hurriedly raised her arms like weeds Waving, "Little brother!"

Wen Nuo was wearing a shirt and jeans that are standard for college students, with a sunny smile on his face, his facial features have long since faded, and he has grown up to be handsome and handsome, which is impressive.

After getting out of the car, Su Wan happily ran towards him, and Wen Nuo hugged her up: "The little princess is dressed so beautifully today?"

Su Wan covered her face shyly: "Because I want to meet a lot of good-looking brothers."

Entering the stadium through the staff passage, Wen Ke and Su Qing followed Wen Nuo and Su Wan, chatting casually: "How is the winery's business?"

"Last year, we cooperated with a grape farm in Australia, and the overseas market expanded relatively smoothly." Su Qing looked at the luxurious and dazzling stage in the distance, and asked, "Where is Xiao Ke? Is the police busy with work?"

"I'm basically in a semi-retired state." Wen Ke's figure is still tall and handsome, and his crisp shirt fits on his back, wrapping his shoulders and arms with a sense of strength. "There are Duan Yang and Han Xiaojun in the team. I'm very relieved."

Su Qing: "I heard from Xiaoan that this is the last concert tour. After the concert is over, he wants to set up his own company to train newcomers?"

"I have this plan." Wen Ke bent his left arm, Su Qing held it knowingly, and the two walked down the steps together.

"Is there a company address you like?" Su Qing worried, "If you need help, please feel free to contact me."

Wen Ke nodded in response: "I won't meet you."

The two came to the auditorium, and Su Qing picked up the hat placed on the seat: "Xiao An really cares about the fans."

He really put his heart into it, Wen Ke smiled and picked up his own baseball cap. The red letter M was clearly printed on the baseball caps that everyone handed out, and only his was An.

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*There is another article about the whole concert, it is more difficult to write, I will take my time, thank you for those who like "Kiss Goodbye".