Mr. Jing, he slipped away with his ex's cub

When Jing Cheng fell in love with Wyman, it was at the low point of his life. He was attracted by Wyman's drums for the first time.The vigorous vitality is interpreted by the drumsticks. It is hard to imagine what the person playing the drums looks like, but one can get a glimpse of it from the high-profile and crazy rhythm.

That is definitely not a person who is willing to be ordinary and obedient. He hides in the darkness of the stage and absorbs the psychedelic colors of the lights.The drum sound is sometimes irritable and sometimes peaceful, clearly verifying all the emotions of a drummer, and the drum set has become his continuation.

Especially his solo clips, Jing Cheng is obsessed with watching them once, his soul is so fascinating and powerful.

The result is now...

It never occurred to him that Wyman was a fucking brain in love.

[What?Public romance in live? ]

After Jing Cheng finished asking, he was stunned for a while, as if this Wyman was different from what he had imagined.Aren't underground band Bad Boys all rebellious and scandalous?Aren't they all scumbag routines and in debt?

I thought you were a scumbag, but you turned out to be a pure love fighter?Maybe still a virgin?

Wyman's message came back very slowly, apparently the backstage was very busy, and it took half an hour for a new message to come back: [Yes, love is priceless. ]

This speech is really an underground band, going crazy for love and smashing walls for love.However, this can be regarded as a unique kind of bravery. Anyway, Jing Cheng has never seen any underground band member announce their relationship in live.

When you think about it this way, Wyman is surprisingly innocent.

Damn, love it even more.

"Lu Xing, don't look at your phone!" Jiang Xin talked with the stage manager, then turned around and shouted, "Come here!"

"I'll report it to my wife first." Huang Xing quit posting, sent a message to Jing Cheng and ran to the main stage.

With nothing else to do, Jing Cheng simply explored the hotel, taking a video of his grandfather and asking him what he ate.Huang Xing was too busy to eat at all, this time his drum set was pushed to the forefront of the main stage as he wished, which was very suitable for solo.

Finally, today's rehearsal was over, and the STS band jumped off the stage and left through the aisle of the performers.Up to this point, everyone is not feeling hungry and is only concerned with excitement.

The stage is the vitality of the band, especially this year's music festival.Huang Xing buttoned up his baseball cap and walked into the crowd. They had never shown their faces during the performance, so they were not worried about being recognized.Scores of lawns have been properly repaired, and many people have set up small white linen triangular tents on the lawn, and teenagers in tasseled vests are pulling small carts to sell home-brewed pineapple beer.

The smell of all kinds of pheromone mixed with sparkling water made Huang Xing almost suffocate, he suddenly missed Jing Cheng very much, and missed that tasteless beta.Only Jing Cheng can temporarily rest his dog's nose, which has a keen sense of smell.

"Hey!" Su Yu walked a few steps quickly, putting his right arm on his shoulder, "Let's go shopping at the night market after dinner."

"Okay." The westernmost side of the island is a large amusement park, and Huang Xing seems to smell the smell of popcorn.

"Also, we've been rehearsing and performing these few days, you and Jing Cheng... Take it easy." Su Yu said very cryptically, "Take control at night, and it's not bad for these few days..."

"What, we've been very controlling, it's not what you think." Huang Xing straightened his peaked cap and put on a solemn expression.

Soon they returned to the hotel, Huang Xing accompanied the three of them to open a room, but got on the elevator together.In the elevator, he sent a message to Jing Cheng, first notifying himself that he was back, and when he reached the door of the room, he was surprised to find that the door was open.

A thin crack in the door seemed to be waiting for someone, perhaps waiting for him.Just a little push.

"Why don't you close the door?" Huang Xing pushed it away, and said inexplicably, "Now the hotel is full, there are too many people, what if..."

Before he finished speaking, a pair of warm arms wrapped around his neck, and the protruding joints of his wrists rubbed against his collarbone.There was no intoxicating aroma, no pheromone, a clean beta pinned him against the wall, and lightly scratched his hair with both hands.Before turning on the light, he looked up in the darkness and only saw smiling eyes. Huang Xing tried to speak again, but Jing Cheng's body pressed him down.

How could an alpha who had not split up for a long time be able to bear this, anyway, Huang Xing couldn't.He raised his leg and kicked the door, closed it, and fell into the middle of the double bed with Jing Cheng in his arms.

The surface of the bed was choppy like the sea, and the waves were turbulent.

That night, there was one less person at the dinner party of the STS band, and the scene was very embarrassing, as if a table of mahjong lacked one of three.

But what they didn't expect was that this shortage would last for two days, as long as Huang Xing entered the house, he wouldn't be able to come out.So much so that the three of them began to wonder if Jing Cheng had drugged their brother with ecstasy, and when they met, the two of them huddled together as if they were ill.There is no such thing as a night market tour as promised, and the two of them just slept in another place.Where is the camaraderie of the band?Where is the meaning of travel?

This beta is too fierce, there is no boom period, it is better than a boom period.

This situation lasted until Monday, and there was a performance in the evening. It was rare that the boyfriend was fine during the day, and a group of people came out for a walk on the island.

Jiang Xin's father is really weird. He has to eat with these people every day, which reduces the time for the two of them to spend a lot of time together.Now the boyfriend is on the right, and the sightseeing car is beeping forward. Jing Cheng is wearing a white T, and a pair of old-fashioned washed white jeans with holes on his legs.

This pair of trousers was also sewn by my grandfather, who said that the hole was too big, so I cut it open in the end.

The southeast coastline of the island is flat and long without twists and turns, away from the prosperity of the commercial area. Fishermen's villages are located in front of you, and even the atmosphere of the sea is stronger.After admiring the scenery, the group arrived at a dilapidated park, and suddenly found a lot of people gathered here.

"What are they doing?" Jing Cheng asked, there was no park here when he came last time.

"It should be performance art and graffiti lovers." Huang Xing knows this best when he plays underground music, "Shall we go and see?"

"Let's go!" But Jing Cheng had never seen him before, and jumped out of the car before the car stopped.

The park is much more deserted than imagined, and the tourism situation of Whale Island in recent years can be seen not to be good.The green plants wrapped around the statue and the steel wire arch are like some kind of parasitic plants, covering the sky and the sun, and echoing the moss under the feet.They herald an indisputable fact that even though the island is very lively today, it still cannot hide that it is going downhill.

This year's music festival is like a flash in the pan that has exhausted its last breath. The fireworks are spectacular, giving everyone a last applause in despair, and then it will return to loneliness.The rapid development of Yanhai City has made Beidutou popular, but it can't bring about the remote Nandutou and the slow-paced here.

"Garden of Eden?" Jingcheng saw the name of the park when he walked into the park.

"The name sounds nice." Jiang Xin and Yu Zhe followed behind them, "Are there no tickets here?"

"What kind of tickets do you charge? It's almost dead everywhere." Su Yu pointed to the bridge hole in front of the right, "There are graffiti over there, let's go, let's play!"

Graffiti and underground music are twin brothers, and Huang Xing is reminded of fond memories by this word.The four of them often haunt the dark performance venues, wearing gas masks and wrist guards, carrying a backpack of spray paint, and leaving STS masterpieces on the walls and floors where painting is allowed or not.He ran away in an instant.

"This spray paint is so special!" Jing Cheng, a pure layman, looked at the graffiti spray bottle in surprise.The transparent glass bottle, but the liquid inside is layered up and down, or two colors, the bottom is dark blue, and the top is transparent.

"This is the most popular paint in the past two years." Huang Xing said in a low voice, "The top layer is a special kind of oil. Dark blue is the paint, you can choose your favorite color to paint the first layer first, then shake it evenly , Wait for the two liquids to mix and turn into another color before spraying the second coat."

Jing Cheng cleverly asked: "The top layer with special oil doesn't cover the bottom layer?"

"So it's high technology." Su Yu has already started to scan the code to pay, "It is said that this is a kind of spray material that needs to pass the test of time. The two layers are not sticky. You have to wait for the first layer to peel off completely before you can see what's underneath. .And it must be natural peeling, human intervention can't separate the paint, it will only destroy the first layer of work. Let's go! Let's spray a few!"

"I won't, you go." Jing Cheng didn't want to go under the bridge hole, for fear of stepping on the mud with his clean canvas shoes.Just when the phone screen was on, he went to the distance to pick up the video of his grandfather, and the other four bought dozens of bottles of spray paint and ran to the concrete bridge pier.

After 20 minutes had passed since the end of this video, Jing Cheng bumped into someone when he was looking for someone: "It's done? Why so fast?"

"Because we..." Because we used to do this often and were chased by security personnel, Huang Xing smiled, and changed his tone, "We don't know how to do it, just draw like that."

"What did you draw?" Jing Cheng looked at the bridge pier.I saw that there was already a painting on the blank wallboard that was light gray just now. It seemed that four people had completed it together, but we could see the divisions. It looked like a silhouette of a cross-river bridge and a gorgeous stage. The stage was empty. One person can only see that the bottom is covered with audiences, and there is a slightly naive blue sky and white clouds, "Which one did you draw?"

"The part on the stage." Huang Xing took Jing Cheng's hand and walked out, the smell of roses on his body was overwhelmed by the smell of paint, "Let's go, let's come back in a few years and see if this paint is there. Not that magical."

What, it's still a few years away...Jing Cheng looks back at every step, Jingyu Island may not last for a few years, and their good memories of the past few days may be completely destroyed by a demolition and reconstruction.

Thinking of this, Jing Cheng became inexplicably afraid, originally it was the happiest time, but this happiness was suppressed by the gloomy premonition.There is a cold force growing in the dark, predicting the ending, but he immediately shook his head, shaking his bad premonition out of his head, and meeting Huang Xing on Whale Isle Island, they will not be fleeting, let alone Torn down and rebuilt.

"What are you thinking?" Huang Xing quickly asked after noticing Jing Cheng's silence.

"It's nothing..." Jing Cheng looked into the distance, "Let's go to the amusement park again, although there are no people in the amusement park now."

"There are tourists, why don't there be spinning chairs in the music festival?" Huang Xing pinched his fingers, "Shall we buy popcorn?"

Jing Cheng nodded: "Buy, buy a big barrel, or you can wear women's clothing again?"

"Forget about women's clothing...but if you want to buy something, Mr. Jing has to allocate money first." Huang Chen said honestly, "Honey, my pocket money is only 4 yuan and 1 cents now."

Driven away by these words, Jing Cheng laughed again: "Okay, I'll give you a huge sum of 50 yuan and spend it as you like."

Finally, the most lively night of the music festival, the performance of the STS band and the fireworks show will take turns.

But Jing Cheng never expected that he came to the venue alone.Just now, when they were clearly planning to come together, Jiang Xin's father, who loves to eat, called the four of them away to eat, and he didn't know what to eat.

It was dark, but the amusement equipment not far away turned on colorful neon lights.Strings of light bulbs form pathways that guide visitors to the festival grounds.The surrounding area is bustling, men and women are all wearing heavy makeup, dressed as flower peacocks, exuding bright and free charm, shorts, short skirts, short boots, and short vests are overwhelming.

The main stage, which has already started to heat up, is full of fire and flowers, but I have no one to accompany.

He said he would come over in a while, but it has been half an hour and there is still no movement.Jing Cheng opened the post and found that Wyman's latest post was about drumsticks, and it was obvious that he was about to play.

[Come on!I wish you a successful relationship announcement today! ]

Wyman: [A little nervous.Have you been to the infield yet? ]

Jing Cheng was agitated for a while, picked up the pineapple beer and took a few sips, the wine slipped through the Adam's apple with his head raised, and rolled into his stomach.He can drink very well, he will never get drunk after a thousand cups, and few people can drink him, but now he feels a burning sensation.

What kind of self-brewed wine is this?The degree is so high?

[It's here, but my boyfriend has disappeared, and I'm drinking myself. ]

Wyman: [Is this kind of person reserved for the New Year?You can point it out to me later, and I will break his leg for you. ]

It's so funny, my idol actually threatened to break my boyfriend's leg, that's not acceptable, only I can break the dog's leg, and no one else can touch it.Jing Cheng subconsciously drank another half bottle, and headed to the infield with a little drunkenness. Jiang Xin, who has a father who loves to eat, got an infield ticket, and his seat happened to be in the middle.

It's only one step away from Wyman's drum kit, so close that the person on it can pull himself up with a stretch of hand.

At this time, all the light bulbs on the stage went out.

Jing Cheng raised his head subconsciously, and squeezed the glass beer bottle tightly in his hand.Suddenly he smelled a scent of flowers.

It has to be said that it is too familiar, the aroma of this pheromone penetrates into my body every time we are intimate.Before he could identify where the fragrance of flowers came from, the elevator on the stage had already started to start, and with the sound of gears, the pyrotechnic devices on both sides entered the charge, emitting golden clusters of sparks.

For a moment, Jing Cheng couldn't open his eyes.

By the time the sparks are over, the screams in my ears have woken up the whole island, and the climax of the music festival is coming!

There are now 4 more people on the empty stage just now, and it is not difficult to tell who is who just by their outlines. Everyone wears a special mask, which looks like a gas mask from the punk era and never shows their faces.The guitarist is dressed in black and black trousers, the bassist is wearing a large white off-shoulder shirt with feathers, the keyboard player's wrists are covered with metal chains, and the usual most low-key drummer...

He was only wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and low-top sneakers, with the edge of a pair of white underwear showing.And then it's gone.

The screams were endless, deafening Jing Cheng. Wyman's previous clothing style tends to be conservative, and it has never been this hot.But I have to say...the idol has a really good figure, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, eight-pack abs, mermaid-line long legs and a raised butt, everything you should have.The chest and upper arms are painted with gold powder, which adds a bit more...

That's it.

Two seconds later the spark mechanism kicks in again, with electric guitars first and then bass mixed in.The keyboard player was gradually getting in place, Jing Cheng kept his eyes on Wyman coming towards him.

The drumstick in his hand struck everyone's heart heavily, and the opening was a drum-based show.The lawn seemed to be vibrated by the sound of drums, and every grain of soil began to heat up.Jing Cheng suddenly had the illusion of shortness of breath, he pinched the glass bottle tightly, the high-concentration alcohol fermented into sweat, and his eyelashes and hair tips began to tremble.

The drumstick is the phantom limb of Wyman's finger. It dances and spins around his slender and powerful fingertips. Every time it makes people sweat and feel like they are about to throw it off, but it turns back firmly into the palm of his hand.Sweat was steaming on the eyelids, and the super high temperature of the STS band spread along the surface network, but Jing Cheng's heart suddenly became quiet, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was the heartbeat or the beating of the drums.

His neck was hot, and his eyes were hot too, burning straight through Wyman's mask. The sweat on the stage was like rain, and every drop of sweat tempted him.

The sound of the drums increased, and the drums were sprinkled with golden paper fragments.The strength with which the melody became materialized shook the paper and flew into a fine cloud of smoke.The force of the explosion can penetrate the drumhead in the next second, and the custom-made drumsticks chisel out the dense impact on the cymbals.The golden mist drifted to Jing Cheng's face, and the fragrance of flowers overflowed. He smiled helplessly in the strong rhythm, and couldn't slow down his smile.

It turned out to be Huang Chen.

Wyman has a tattoo on the inside of his ankle.

What'my mother', what's 'Weight', are obviously the abbreviation of Wyman.

Pink hair, callused hands, tickets to the music festival... Fate had given him all kinds of reminders, but he didn't know it.

He was dizzy from the high temperature, with a sea of ​​people behind him and a hail of bullets in front of his eyes.At this time, Wyman stepped on the pedal with his left foot a few times and raised his right hand, his fingers clasping the edge of the mask.

The cheers in the audience suddenly turned into silence, and no one could guess what Wyman was going to do.

In the next second, the drummer of the STS band took off his mask and revealed his face.

Huang Xing stared closely at the audience, his chest heaved violently, and his pink hair turned into the wind of Whale Island, blowing into that person's eyes.

Jing Cheng laughed so hard that he wiped away his tears, which rolled down from the end of his eyes.This time he lost the horse and admitted that he lost, he was weak, and he was willing to bow down.

The love brain is good, long live the love brain.The wind of Whale Island stayed in this night, blowing upside down.

The author has something to say:

I changed the name again, and I won’t change it again in the future, because the name of the article is more appropriate for the second half.In the future, I will start the abo series. This is the only series that I don’t want to name properly. It’s probably all in this funny format.

The teenage period is almost over, and there are a lot of male mothers in the second half of the book.

Huang Xing: I'm taking the hot route!