I climbed mountains and mountains for you

No one thought that there would be two things like staying overnight.

Of course, Shao Mingyin didn't expect it. He thought it was just one night, but every now and then, usually when he got home from work and was about to start making dinner, he would hear a knock on the door. Shao Mingyin's house Although it is old, the cat's eyes are good, so he will first look from the inside out, and as expected, he sees Liang Zhen.

In the beginning, Liang Zhen brought his guitar every time, and when he entered the house, he would turn off his "Hygockey" and show off that he had learned something new, and he couldn't wait to play it for him.Shao Mingyin is still in the kitchen. He plays the guitar in the bedroom. Sometimes he sings, sometimes he only plays. He picked it up again, God knows how many times he practiced before coming to Shao Mingyin's place.

Shao Mingyin's meals were still simple, except for the occasional quick-frozen and fried rice packed from the cafeteria of the police station, Liang Zhen still ate with relish, and continued to sing to Shao Mingyin energetically after eating.

He sang Wanqing to Shao Mingyin, obviously they were all rock songs, but in the accompaniment of only guitar, his voice was not hysterical, but became softer day by day, which may have lost the power of the song itself, but But it has Liang Zhen's own characteristics.

He sang the North China Plain covered by night to Shao Mingyin. Shao Mingyin was sweeping the floor, and when he bent over to swing the broom, he hummed the tune that the boy turned his back to me.He sang to Shao Mingyin what it is that illuminates our dark hearts. Shao Mingyin was collecting clothes on the balcony and hanging them on his elbows. Continue to the silent pursuit of the next sentence.

He sang many Shijiazhuang songs to Shao Mingyin, and he also sang Lanzhou songs to Shao Mingyin.

Sing low wormwood, also sing wild children, sing that the water of the Yellow River keeps flowing, flow past the house and pass Lanzhou, sing that I knew the water of the Yellow River was going to dry up, what the fuck is the iron bridge for.

He sang that "Wild Child" too.

This is the song that Liang Zhen sang the most, even more frequently than "Lanzhou, Lanzhou". Same, also can't be the same as Liang Zhen.

Accent is one reason.When singing this song, Liang Zhen's Jinglan accent came out.Liang Zhen usually speaks standard Mandarin, and only speaks a few words of Lanzhou dialect when he curses. When he sings, he can't tell that he is from Lanzhou at all, but when he sings the songs of Wild Children, the things in his bones cannot hold back .

He would sit cross-legged on Shao Mingyin’s bed—he was only eligible to sit on Shao Mingyin’s bed if he held the guitar, and he would be kicked down if he stopped singing—the right shoulder, driven by his wrist, shook slightly when strumming the strings. It looks like a madman.An obvious feature of Liang Zhen's voice is that it is clean, and his enunciation is very clear, but when he sings songs from Lanzhou, his pronunciation will deliberately become muddy, as if he has smoked and drunk.This kind of tone and foreign style is definitely not up to the mark, and it is even a bit earthy.

dirt soil.

As soon as you hear it, you can see a loess slope, see the Yellow River passing through the city, see Gansu in the northwest, and see the soil with roots in Lanzhou.

Liang Zhen sang extremely presumptuously, with a city-specific atmosphere, as if his face was covered with ashes, his tears were flying in the sky, his home was in the mountains, and no one came to listen to his songs.

After that, he sang the harmony more deeply than the places with lyrics, and his voice was completely unskilled, and he savagely grew wildly like seeds falling on dry land.

He would get up from the bed, he would walk towards Shao Mingyin, and he told Shao Mingyin not to ask Shan Gao Luyuan who he was, who he believed in under the sun, and who he hated when he was cold or hungry.He lowered his head, right in front of Shao Mingyin's eyes, almost touching the bridge of his nose, he told Shao Mingyin not to wait for the flowers to bloom and fade who he loves.

He sang "Wild Child" and "Wild Child". He himself is a wild child from Lanzhou.

Gradually, Liang Zhen became dissatisfied with the guitar, and one day he brought a tambourine to Shao Mingyin's house.

When he first entered the room, Shao Mingyin didn't see that it was a drum, and thought that Liang Zhen's low stool was not comfortable to sit on, so he brought a stool. Liang Zhen didn't cherish the new instrument very much, so he just sat down on it as a stool.

"You're quite well prepared." Shao Mingyin said while eating noodles, "Do you really consider this place your own home?"

"Anyway, I just like to come to your place." Liang Zhen patted the edge of the drum with his hand without chopsticks, "Let me tell you, I learned something really cool recently, I will pat it for you later. "

It is not the first time Liang Zhen has performed recitals for Shao Mingyin, but it is the first time he has used drums.The rhythm of the tambourine is indeed stronger than the guitar in terms of impact, but because there is no other instrument to cooperate, it sounds good, but it is also monotonous. Shao Mingyin listened to him beat chicken blood for ten minutes, and couldn't help it. What is the name of this performance.

Liang Zhen blurted out: "Dance of Death."

"Dance of Death?" Shao Mingyin raised an eyebrow, "It's not like that."

"Hehe! You are doubting my pitch!" Liang Zhen was challenged, took out his mobile phone to find a video of a band performing live, and called Shao Mingyin over.

The two sat together on the edge of the bed, shoulders leaning on each other. Liang Zhen put one of the earplugs into Shao Mingyin's ear. If he stuffed it lightly, he was afraid that the earplug would fall off, and if he tried too hard, he was afraid that he would hurt him too much. , he was hesitating, Shao Mingyin wanted to touch the earplugs by himself, and Liang Zhen hadn't let go of his hand yet, Shao Mingyin squeezed his fingers and held it firmly, Shao Mingyin's eyes fell on Liang Zhen's phone during the whole process, waiting for the load However, Liang Zhen always glanced at Shao Mingyin's ear several times with a guilty conscience.

"Saltarello's Dance of Death." Shao Mingyin stretched as she spoke, with a yawn in her voice, "I thought it was the one in G minor."

"What, what?" Liang Zhen looked confused, "What G minor." He turned off the video and searched for keywords, only to find that there was a famous piano piece with the same name.

"Then you shouldn't bring a drum." Shao Mingyin recalled the melody he heard just now, "You should bring an accordion."

"Officer, please forgive me," Liang Zhen suddenly became frowning. "I only learned this drum after working hard for several days. If I work hard, I might be able to play the harmonica. I have no foundation in other pianos..." Liang Zhen looked at Shao Mingyin who was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, thought for a while and asked, "Or do you want to hear it?"

Shao Mingyin turned his head to look at Liang Zhen who was still sitting, and didn't speak. He didn't know what was fascinated by it. Shao Mingyin raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. in tears.

But Shao Mingyin had a smile on his face again, quite playful, as if recalling something happy, Liang Zhen was not willing to interrupt for a moment, just watching like this, he really couldn't control his hands and feet, this reason may be related to People who are passionately in love can't help but look at each other for too long and then don't kiss.Liang Zhen watched Shao Mingyin for a long time, and he always wanted to touch here and there.But Shao Mingyin doesn't like this kind of physical jokes. Once he shows any sign of making a move, Shao Mingyin will raise his leg or make a move faster than him.

Shao Mingyin's skill, Liang Zhen, had seen it once when he shamelessly lay on the bed and said he wanted to sleep in a big bed. He just looked thin, and no one could take advantage of him when he really did it. I wonder, is it that the physical fitness requirements of street film police are so high now?

So Liang Zhen dared to lie down by himself. Both he and Shao Mingyin rested their thighs on the edge of the bed, and only their upper bodies were lying down. Shao Mingyin looked at the ceiling, and Liang Zhen just looked at him, at those almond eyes with restrained eyelids, very pretty The nose and the corners of the mouth stained with a smile, Shao Mingyin's facial features are relatively soft, and the lights in the room are old-fashioned incandescent lamps. Under the white light, Shao Mingyin's side face seems to be slightly highlighted.But his hair is still so black, Shao Mingyin probably hasn't cut his hair for a while, and the top of his ear is also covered by the hair, Liang Zhen doesn't know what to think, knowing that he might be beaten, he still can't hold back Pull the hair up slightly with that strength.

As soon as he raised his hand, Shao Mingyin turned his head vigilantly. He didn't press his ears, but he could notice Liang Zhen's every move. Liang Zhen was a little hesitant, but he still touched the hair there, and he touched his ear again. It's soft, a little hot and a little red, making people want to touch it.

Liang Zhen followed his instincts, knowing that something was wrong, but he took action when he had an idea, and found a way out. As soon as his fingers touched him, he immediately went to take out the earphones underneath. It was a bit like taking out the earphones carelessly. bumped into.

Liang Zhen got the advantage, his face burned for some reason, and Shao Mingyin didn't say anything and noticed something, but he felt embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "If you want to listen, I must have a way. "

"What can you do? It's an accordion. It's okay if you have a piano foundation, but if you start from scratch, your fingers won't work."

"If you want to listen to me, I'm sure I can find a way." Liang Zhen repeated stubbornly, and really began to think about it. After thinking about it, he felt that Shao Mingyin's words were a little subtle, so he asked, "Could it be that you will?"

He could see that Shao Mingyin took a short breath first, his eyes flickered left and right, then blinked, and then opened, Shao Mingyin asked him: "Do you think I am a person who can play musical instruments?"

Liang Zhen said without hesitation, "Yes."

"meeting?"

Liang Zhen nodded and insisted: "Yes."

Shao Mingyin didn't speak. He was lying on the side inside, so his right arm would inevitably touch Liang Zhen's left side. Before Liang Zhen could react, Shao Mingyin held his hand, and Liang Zhen's eyes widened for a moment. Getting older, this is Shao Mingyin's only active physical contact in so many days, maybe because it is too rare, Liang Zhenxin also jumped faster, making it the same as the first pull.

But holding hands was not Shao Mingyin's original intention. His palm spread out quickly, and he hooked Liang Zhen's fingers to touch there.But when Liang Zhen touched what was supposed to be soft, the pink bubbles had already shattered before they were blown out.

Liang Zhen touched it, and Shao Mingyin's palm was hurt.