Yan Xi likes visual rock, ah Heng is not surprised.
Because she clearly knows that this young man has a sensitive and broad heart, which can carry the most gorgeous changes of music and accept the most treacherous scale in modeling.
Decadence, decadence, noise, all she could give to music with metal.
Yan Xi is a smart man. Therefore, he always imitates all the subtle movements and expressions of other people''s singing, even the flavor of flowing voice, which is just out of tune.
Yan Xi is also a dedicated person. For many years, he only listened to the music of one Orchestra, sleepless. The other three are just plain, but ice, the lead singer, is a charming man with dark hair.
Ice likes to stand in the corner of the stage, in the ambiguous lighting, with the most gorgeous make-up, with a repressed and violent soul to interpret his life.
Unable to explain the reason, Yan Xi is infatuated with the orchestra, or ice.
Aheng saw Yan Xilu''s ice concert, but he couldn''t really love it. Because this man, called ice, has too empty and clean eyes. When he is out of his mood, he always has an irrefutable contempt for the world; when he is enthusiastic, he is full of fire, and he is eager to burn people up.
She looked at the man on the stage in horror. In the twinkling of an eye, he was frightened to find that Yan Xi imitated the man''s eyes perfectly.
This gives her an illusion that if Yanxi is given a chance, he will indulge himself in repeating the experience hidden behind his eyes. And these experiences, even if she did not know, would not be possessed by a long-lived and peaceful person.
Therefore, when Chen tired smiles and hands a flyer to Yan Xi, ah Heng frowns faintly.
"What?" Yan Xi is a little worried.
Chen tired smile: "I used to hear Siwan say that you like visual rock very much. Today, some people sent out flyers on the way to school. It seems that company C is preparing to launch a new visual band and is selecting the lead singer. You can try it, Yanxi. "
C company is a famous star making company in China. Most of the famous orchestras in China are made by them.
Yan xileng, after a while, began to snigger: "Oh, if Ben Shao is selected to enter the performing arts circle, will you be able to see my idol in the future?"
Chen tired picked up the Phoenix Tail from the corner of his eyes, hid to smile and said, "Yan Xi, I didn''t joke with you."
Yan Xi exclaimed, "who''s kidding you? It''s just a joke. Can I take my idol for you? Bang
"Yanxi, I remember that you ya seemed to have been talking about going to Japan to see your idol two years ago." Xin Dayi cut in.
"I can''t help it. My old man said that if I dare to step into Japan, I will immediately cut off relations with me, especially with money." Yan Xi, shaking his head and sighing.
"Don''t talk about that. I happen to know a few people who play bands. If you like to go, I can ask them to practice with you." Chen tired interrupts the beginning of the youth''s partial topic.
"Go, why not?" We hope to laugh.
Aheng sat on one side without saying a word, but his heart was slightly agitated. She expected Yan Xi to treat it as a joke and forget to talk about it.
However, after school, he locked himself in his room, turned off the lights, and quietly watched ice''s concert recording again and again. When he came out, he only said to her, "ah Heng, I want to try."
Ah Heng did not speak, but nodded his head in silence.
She didn''t know why rosemary was so concerned about Yan Xi, but the people he came to, each of whom was an art university student, knew rock and roll very well. Drum, guitar and harpsichord.
"It''s fun, really?" Xin Dayi was talking to aheng.
"Well, Yanxi signed up yesterday." Ah Heng opens his mouth, but his eyes are on rosemary. He is seriously criticizing Yan Xi''s singing voice from a completely professional point of view.
Aheng did not forget that Siwan once said how brilliant Chen Jue''s music can be.
Of course, my mother once said that Yan Xi learned the piano with her when she was a child. It was only for a whole year that she could stutter out a little dance music.
Born with a pair of piano playing hands, but the sensitivity of music is surprisingly poor. Therefore, why Yan Xi?
Rosemary was clearly prepared to choose Yanxi, or his initial goal was Yanxi. Aheng even has an illusion that he is sparing no effort to pull Yan Xila to this road. His speeches, Yan Xi''s interest and friendship with his classmates are too perfunctory.
He should have seen Yi Yan''s sharpness. However, the teenager lingered in the poppy of spirit and even soul, and lost control.
Rosemary is clearly speaking of this weakness in his character. He knew Yan Xi very well. It was too much beyond aheng''s imagination, and it was too terrible, because she didn''t know the purpose of this strange boy from the beginning.
From his cross dressing return to the country, not mentioning the past, to Siguan''s strong rejection of his approach to Yan Xi, everything is like a fog that cannot be dissolved."This sentence is 68 beats in a major. It starts first and ends later. It''s wrong." Rosemary frowned and pointed to the score.
"What''s wrong again?" Yan Xi whispers, stares at the music score, as if to see a hole, the expression is blankly ignorant lovely.
Aheng took back his mind and laughed. He went to the kitchen and prepared some juice.
"Chen tired, thank you." Aheng handed the juice to the enchanting man in women''s clothes and interrupted his reprimand to Yan Xi with a smile.
"Ah Heng..." Yan Xi looked at ah Heng with watery eyes, and pitifully stretched out his hand to ask for juice, like the bittern rice to be fed.
"Take it yourself." Aheng smile, light turn around, pull Xin Dayi to the porch. She left him complete space.
No regrets, no regrets
The selection date is in mid July and the final exam is in early July. Siguan definitely won''t allow Yan Xi to spend time in senior one again. Once he passed the entrance examination of xiangsi''er middle school, he stayed at the Yan Family and took the initiative to review Yan Xi''s lessons every day.
Rosemary has been smiling at Siwan''s behavior, as if he had known for a long time that he would be like this, and agreed knowingly. After the final exam, he would practice speaking.
"Ah Heng, you..." Thinking and smiling to aheng.
Ah Heng Dan Xiang, she knows what Siwan wants to say, why not stop Yan Xi? All of us think it''s not right. Everyone thinks that Yan Xi''s life is too comfortable. He has enough food to play the orchestra. What''s more, he even wants to be an artist. According to his status, power and status, which one is not captured by hand and why?
Or does Siguan think that Yan Xi can only be elegant enough not to be contaminated with the world''s dust and smoke, like spring like snow, held in the palm of one''s hand?
Although, she has always been like this Hope.
However, Yan Xi is independent and free. It is not Siguan''s or aheng''s. Only when he is willing to belong to a person, can he be bound but still happy.
However, her nature is so stupid and pedantic, before such a person appears, how to ensure the safety and happiness of this young man?
We can''t do more than one point or one inch less. It''s really troublesome.
The final exam was finished and the summer vacation officially began. Xindayi and Siguan stayed in the Yanjia all day long, eating, drinking and drinking, completely divorced from their elders'' discipline.
Yan Xi destroys people''s ears every day. Siguan has self-restraint and only hides in the upstairs; Xin Dayi does not care so much. When Yan Xi opens his mouth, he is bound to cover his ears and cry out to express his pain; the chorus of stewed meat rice, which goes around the head of the host, calls "stewed meat and stewed meat, I don''t know what''s going on".
The words of hope and anger, even people and birds, throw out together.
The day before the trial, even ah Heng felt that the beautiful girl was going to be tortured to be angry, and Yan Xi could find the right tune. Combined with posture and action, it looks like a model, which makes people unable to move their eyes.
"Ah Heng." Yan hopes ah Heng, he is seeking her affirmation.
Ah Heng licked his dry lips and didn''t look at Yan Xi: "tomorrow, we should prepare water and throat sugar."
Yan Xi breathes gently and looks at ah Heng with big eyes.
Looking at them, Xin Dayi felt embarrassed and did not make any noise consciously.
Rosemary just laughs at the side, the Phoenix Tail streamer in the corner of his eyes is sharp.
Siguan stood on the second floor, elbow leaning against the railing, smiling and opening: "ah Heng, prepare some spareribs."
Ah Heng smiles, nods and says, "OK."
At six o''clock in the morning of the next day, rosemary took Yan Xi away, saying that he would take him to make a shape, and let ah Heng and his colleagues go directly to the selection venue. Company C has contracted the municipal theater to publicize the myth of overnight fame to the end.
When aheng, xindayi, and Siguan arrived, they only saw a huge crowd full of black eyes, full of seats, and even plastic seats were arranged on the aisles. Listening to the conversation of the people around, it seems that the candidates have already arranged the order, distributed the number plates, and are now preparing in the background.
Aheng and his colleagues estimated that when they got to the backstage, they might not be able to see Yan Xi. Instead, they put more pressure on him, so they found a seat in the front aisle and waited.
To tell you the truth, aheng doesn''t like men wearing excessive make-up. If the appearance is not prominent enough, the effect will be astonishing, just like several people in front of him. The expression of everyone in the field, except for the relatives and friends of the players, was blue and blue.
Aheng began to have a headache. She knew that Yan Xi was good-looking, but she was also worried about what kind of avant-garde appearance would appear with the arrogance and unruly temperament of the young man.
The rock stress was so loud that they sat in the front row. Siguan and xindayi were too noisy to bear, but they covered their ears. Aheng, however, only looked at the colorful light in the field, showing a calm and gentle appearance.
There were also a few good looking and good singers at the back, which caused the house to applaud. But compared with Yan Xi Ah Heng sighed and closed his eyes slightly.
The end is clear.
Is that all she can do?Really It''s hard to reconcile.
Open your eyes again, on the stage, that young man has stood still.
The field was cheering and noisy, but her hands folded tightly to her knees, abandoning the Fanyang, and her ears were clear and bright.
Yan Xi stood in a quiet corner. His eyebrows were not the usual appearance. They were enchanting and gorgeous. It was clearly ah Heng''s impression of ice at the concert. It was familiar, clear and thrilling.
Black cape, slim body, pure white shirt, three buttons untied, crystal white skin.
Comb back a small braid, dark hair, clean dust-free eyes.
Even when the breeze blows, the curvature of the hem of the shirt all one to.
Aheng has some colic in his stomach and his heart has been soaked with sweat. She remembers Yan Xi telling her that ice committed suicide by jumping from a 13 storey apartment building in early 1998 because of too much pressure.
It''s not that he doesn''t want to go to Japan to see his concert, but the beauty has already gone with the wind, and her soul and dreams are gone.
She remembers that when she was a child, the neighbor''s old man said that boys and girls have no happiness or longevity, and the most beautiful woman is a poor life.
She remembers that before his departure, grandfather Yan was in tears and asked her to keep Yan Xi and keep him healthy.
She did not understand, nothing to understand, chose to believe all the rumors, but because of Yan Xi''s desire, and hesitated.
All of a sudden, the lights went out, and there was an uproar.
When it comes on again, it''s dark all around, and the lights only shine in the middle of the stage.
There stood another teenager, dressed in smoky makeup, beautiful and charming.
It''s rosemary!
He snapped his fingers and the music started. It was Yan Xi''s famous song fleeting time, which he had practiced thousands of times.
Fleeting time.
When the young people''s magnetic and explosive voice sounded on the stage, the shock of the whole scene was beyond description.
Chen was holding the microphone, the sound line was gorgeous and loud, which was the real perfect appearance of rock and roll.
He laughed and looked at the young man standing in the shadow in the corner of the stage.
Aheng stares at the corner where Yanxi is standing, the dark shadow in the dark, the big eyes in the dark, and slowly become dim and disappear.
Clearly all people''s eyes are on Chen tired, clearly everyone has forgotten the existence of that touch in the dark, but ah Heng saw his flustered and helpless, even sad to the angry soul.
He stood erect, so beautiful, but no one looked at him again, never again.
Aheng felt that her blood was flowing against the current. She stood up with some difficulty and tightly grasped the plastic seat under her body. Her ears roared and walked forward step by step.
What a strange feeling, such a big world, such a noisy crowd, but can only hear their own footsteps.
"Ah Heng, where are you going Siguan''s worried voice was drowned by the crowd.
She stepped onto the stage from one side and, with all her strength, smashed the chair in her hand at Chen.
She felt like she wanted to kill him.
When the music stopped suddenly, when everyone was silent, she held out her hand and grabbed the teenager in the corner of the stage.
"Yanxi, go home."
Young people stand in the dark, looking at her, too late to put away is the blurred alienation and suspicion in the eyes.
Suddenly, he laughed, soft gesture by her hand, when looking up, his eyes are a, cautious indifference and sharp.
She looked back at his eyes, a little sad and angry.
Some precious things in the chest, staggering, can not find the exit.
She took Yanxi''s hand and stopped looking at him. She just ran straight ahead. In my mind, at that time, there was only one thought: go home, go home quickly. She''s going to take Yanxi home.
But when he got home, ah Heng''s action was only a piece of machinery. She took Yanxi directly to the bathroom, turned on the shower, picked up the shower head, and tried the temperature with the palm of her hand.
Cold, hot, warm.
"Ah Heng, what are you doing?" Yan Xi smile, face, is more than usual even clear very beautiful.
"Close your eyes." Ah Heng has no expression.
"Oh." Yanxi closed his eyes obediently.
She took a towel, dipped it in water, and gently wiped the carefully carved makeup on his face.
"It hurts." Yan hopes to open his mouth and pout.
"Bear it." Aheng''s face was cold, his face was angry, but his movements on his hands were more gentle. Eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth Slowly showing the true.
She wiped the young man''s forehead until she saw the familiar tuft of childish hair, and her breathing disorder was relieved a little.
After a long time, a Heng Fu opened his mouth again: "bow your head."
Yan Xi lowered his head. Ah Heng frowned and untied the ribbon on the boy''s head.
"Isn''t it beautiful?" Yan Xi opened his mouth in a joking tone.
Aheng did not say a word, looking at his hands full of hair gel and hairpin, quietly took the shampoo, gently rubbed the young man''s wet black hair with the palm of his hand, rubbed it for a long time and washed it clean. Soft black hair is still the smell of hair gel, unpleasant, suffocating smell.The second time, the third time, is still unable to go, seems to have the flavor of imprint.
In the bathroom, it was so quiet that only the slow sound of water was left.
Suddenly, with a loud noise, the girl threw the sprinkler in her hand.
"Where on earth does it look good? A boy is not good to be your man, learn what little girl, what braid, ugly dead! I''ve never seen anyone so ugly and ugly as you
Ah Heng roared and trembled. His voice was so loud that it was almost out of control. It was not his usual gentleness and effort.
"I see." Yan Xi looked at her, lowered her head, drooped her eyes, and became silent.
For a long time, in a hoarse voice, she asked clearly, "what do you know?"
He raised his head, embarrassed, want to open his mouth, but found that the girl has already wrinkled face, endure the bright red eyes.
He looked at her, carefully put his head against her neck, quietly dependent posture, like a child, with a helpless: "sorry." Wet hair, drops of water fall quietly.
Aheng gently pushed him away, turned his back and took a deep breath. However, because of the great depression, his tears were boiling hot.
"Yanxi, don''t say sorry until you learn not to suspect Wenheng, a stranger."
The phone rings.
At six o''clock in the morning, at this time, who will it be?
Ah Heng took the phone and said, "who is it?"
The other side smiles: "I, Chen tired."
Ah Heng cold tone: "something?"
"I thought you would thank me. I didn''t expect It''s really hurting the friendship of my classmates. " With Chen''s playful voice.
"Where do you get so much self righteousness?" Aheng''s voice was cold and piercing.
"Isn''t it? I took the place of Yan Xi''s singing and didn''t push him into the footsteps of ice. I don''t think you can''t fail to see how similar is the dark rebellious part of the character between Nancy and ice Chen''s tone was firm.
"You always hate Yanxi, don''t you?" Ah Heng took a deep breath and spoke calmly.
"If you were me, what would you do if you were infatuated with someone who was deeply attached to Yanxi?" The other party is still smiling, like an old friend chatting relaxed.
"So, take revenge?" Her tone grew colder.
The other side chuckled: "at first I thought so, but suddenly I felt tired. I found that things were not what I imagined, so I wanted to stop.
"As you can see later, although Yan Xi was not satisfied, I didn''t do anything heinous." He felt that he could not be more justified.
"After all, I didn''t do any real harm to Yan Xi, did I?"
However, it was almost disfigured. It was really depressing. Ah Heng''s impulse on that day was totally beyond his expectation. The girl has always been rational, although compared with that person''s cold and wise, but at least compared to Siguan, it is more than the wisdom and transparency.
Up to now, he didn''t know why ah Heng was so angry that day. His expression of outburst seemed to be that he wanted to kill soon.
Even wensiguan didn''t do this. Did he guess too shallow or did she hide too deeply?
The other end of the phone has been silent and cold, Chen tired heard that end of the person''s breathing, surging, repressed, clearly hidden in the dark can not see the anger.
After a long time, she opened her mouth, and the thunder generally exploded on her head: "don''t tell me that you can''t see it. Yan Xi''s most afraid is not to be buried as long as that bullshit ice, but to be abandoned by the whole world!"
The boy held the microphone, unable to move, unable to express Shock.
It was the first time in his life that he heard ah Heng say dirty words.
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