gentle night

With handsome eyes, even if a pair of ears are a little flamboyant, and a mouth is always suspiciously imitating the style of a fashionable star and tilted to one side, half a smile, this idiot still has an embroidered appearance worthy of the name, which attracts Cheng Xian's eyes He looked at him with a glance, and couldn't help it.

Such a Yue Junsheng is naturally very popular with the girls, look at the waves of laughter and cheers.Those white and tender waving arms, the earrings, bracelets and long hair dyed in the light and shadow, all aroused the dancers on the stage to become more excited, so that the music changed its tempo , Turning and turning, Yue Junsheng still walked his robot steps unconsciously. ——Cheng Xian could see that this was probably the only dance this little idiot was good at, and he didn't want to stop dancing.I saw him blushing, trying his best to please his audience.He wanted to hear higher cheers, he wanted to win more high fives, he was intoxicated by the many incomprehensible eyes staring at him, and he even clumsily catered to the rhythm he was not familiar with. Pulled out his housekeeping skills -

At this time, a true superstar-like cry erupted from the dimly lit arena, and a whirlwind prelude rushed him from the center of the stage to the very edge in an instant.Yue Junsheng's arms froze there, and he was quite puzzled to see a group of keyboards, basses and drums making their grand debut, while he was instantly left out in the cold.

Cheng Xian held the cup and looked at the boy with a funny face—the little embroidered straw bag who had raised his middle finger at him a few quarters of an hour ago, now looked awkwardly puzzled, with one foot still straddling the table , but the stage no longer belongs to him.From the gap in the crowd, Cheng Xian saw the girl wearing big earrings holding a glass of drink, trying to appease Yue Junsheng, but our little idiot was obviously not comforted, and he swung his arm, parted the crowd, and turned his head just go...

"How? Is our young master Yue the blue one?" Fatty Yang turned sideways, looked at the field and asked Cheng Xian.

Only then did Cheng Xian turn to look at the band on the stage, and immediately recognized that the keyboard player with flowing hair and shawl in the center was Yue Jianyi's proud successor.The men and women off the field whistled and whistled and screamed and screamed.Under the spotlight, with a cigarette between his fingers, Yue Wenlong was flying his fingers on the piano keys chicly, with melodious eyes and a smile on his lips.He played on the stage, and people wriggled under the stage.He created a roller coaster-like climax, and the music under his finger blew up people's emotions.Hua Guang shined on Yue Wenlong's face, and there was an elusive expression there, as if he was standing tall and far away from everyone.Cheng Xian saw his gaze passing slowly from left to right, circled the field, and finally moved slowly in the direction of Yang Huaifang, and then moved more and more slowly to the left, as if seeing him——

The hands stroking the keyboard froze for a second, and a series of weird crosstalk burst out in the stereo immediately, and Yue Wenlong continued to pick up before people could react.He raised his head slightly, his eyes became more radiant, the protruding Adam's apple on his neck almost hurt Cheng Xian's eyes,—

"Next, I invite everyone to return to our little prince in the new world. Please allow me and my companions to retreat behind the scenes again..."

Yue Wenlong's gentle voice came from the microphone, and there was a hint of hypnosis in his voice.Disappointed sighs erupted from the crowd, and a group of people quickly withdrew.Yue Wenlong himself pushed the keyboard away with his backhand, jumped off the side of the stage, and walked towards this side, pushing aside the crowd.

Cheng Xian only had time to ask Fatty Yang, "What does this kid want to do?" Comb back.

Young Master Yue looked at Cheng Xian with an expression like catching an interesting prey, and pressed one hand on the bar, "Brother Cheng, long time no see."

two,

Yue Junsheng returned to the stage again - he is so happy!His half-brother made room for him, calling him "our little prince in the new world."Even though he felt a little embarrassed, such a straightforward address was flattering even to his simple mind, but he was happy, excited, and elated.

To this end, he played with nunchucks. Amidst the exclamation and clamor of the girls, he whipped, swung, and twirled the stick with the beating of the drums, making the phantoms turn into butterflies.He held his breath and performed harder than before.He saw that people's attention was divided a lot, and many people sat down and turned to look at his brother.His elder brother was talking to Uncle Yang, and that Uncle Yang was sitting next to that person... Thinking of that person, his breathing became disordered, and his movements immediately became sluggish.He hastened to concentrate so that nothing went wrong.

Yue Junsheng was not so dull that he didn't realize that his charm was not as good as that of his brother, nor was he unconvinced.He's just a little bit aggrieved—he's deliberately learned how to play nunchucks for several months, can't people see that he's playing nunchucks?He knows that he is not very good at playing, but this is also the result of his hard work for a long time!It was for these people that he bruised so many places on his body, grinning his teeth in pain.

He kicks, he punches his arms, he bends his elbows, he spins his stick.He is not reconciled, he wants to fight.His face blushed, he exerted all his energy, he—

With a sudden movement, the stick hit his forehead with a "boom", and he was caught off guard.Yue Junsheng burst into tears instantly.It hurts! ——

Yue Junsheng staggered off the field with his head in his arms, stepped on the nunchucks that fell to the ground, and plunged into the empty utility room.The moment he locked the door behind him, he let go of his hands and feet and cried.Regardless of someone calling him, regardless of someone knocking on the door outside, he grinned, letting his head hurt and tears streaming down his face.He cried like this when he was two years old, and he still cries like this at the age of 20, but he just knows how to cover it up.Logically speaking, Yue Junsheng knew that he was already this big, so he couldn't cry freely any more, but he just couldn't help it.Whichever side was sore, sore, and unsatisfactory, he couldn't help sprinkling cat urine.Although most of the time no one would come to comfort him, it would even cause other members of the Yue family to look down upon him.And even when someone came to comfort him, as Mama-san sometimes did, or as his revolving little girlfriends did, he was never really comforted.

Pulling the soft curtain to wipe his tears, he heard his current girlfriend Xiaowei desperately calling his name outside the door, but he himself didn't want to see her.He knew he was disgraced again, he always did disgraceful things.If the matter gets out and his father finds out, what the outcome will be, you don't need to think about it.

Yue Jianyi never beat or scolded him, or even asked him much. When he lived with them in the garden villa of the Yue family, the father and son were strangers.Occasionally speaking a few words to him, Yue Jianyi's face remained expressionless, "Go do this" or "Don't do that", as if explaining things to his subordinates.Yue Junsheng intuitively felt that he was not pleasing, and he was inevitably depressed. You must know that he did not try hard to win Yue Jianyi's approval, but those efforts, like all other efforts, were in vain somehow, without any effect and results, just like his It is the same when learning four mixed operations in primary school.

Yue Junsheng wiped the soft curtain on his face, and unconsciously pinched the soft curtain into folds with his fingers.This is a habit he has developed since he was a child, from pillow towels to toilet paper, from trouser seams to clothes hems, pulling and pinching when he is relaxed and having nothing to do, and even more intense pinching when he is nervous and sad.It was pinched layer by layer, and the fingers were full of calluses, but it still had to be pinched.With a pinch and a pinch, he was able to feel the comfort that cannot be obtained in the world, the ordinary comfort, the weird comfort.Speaking of which—

The shock pain on his forehead gradually subsided, and a figure gradually stood out.With such a quick glance off the field just now, he saw him again.He was in the parking lot, he was standing at the front desk, and he was sitting next to Uncle Yang.He hadn't seen him for a long time, his expectation of seeing him no longer existed, his feeling for that person was almost dry to numb... In his own chaotic and confused days, that person was What are you doing?He looks so down and out, is he going to perform the task assigned by his father again? ...

Thinking of Cheng Xian, Yue Junsheng couldn't help feeling inexplicably excited.This made him a little embarrassed.Vaguely, he felt that he shouldn't be so excited.He didn't know why it shouldn't, and his brain was clearly not made for thinking.After thinking briefly for a while, Yue Junsheng faithfully obeyed his wish, wiped away his tears and stood up, then opened the door.

"What's the matter?" Xiaowei, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, looked distraught, came up and beat him several times, and the big earrings jingled together, "I'm so worried about you! Almost someone broke into the door!"

Yue Junsheng pouted, which was an expression of his displeasure. "I'm in pain! Try getting hit on the brain with a nunchuck!" He turned out of the corridor angrily, and now he is not in the mood to deal with this girl's temper.

"What do you care about hiding in there! What do you think happened? It's inexplicable!" Not to be outdone, Xiaowei retorted at him and followed him all the way out.

Yue Jun's voice turned a deaf ear.He grabbed the napkin and looked around at the entrance of the main hall, wondering where that person was, maybe he was still with Uncle Yang.

At this time, I only heard a voice calling him: "Junjun——"

"Brother Cheng, long time no see."

A quarter of an hour ago, Yue Wenlong descended to the bar next to Yang Huaifang as if a god descended from the earth, ordered a light red drink with one gesture, dragged a high chair, and sat on it with a lift of his crotch.During his actions, in the arena