Hope You've Been Well [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 29 Why don't you go to play?

    Zhuang Fanxin: "I can't sleep." It's

    just four words, but Gu Zhuoyan is enough to imagine what Zhuang Fanxin looks like at this time, tired, tense, maybe lying on the sofa and frowning, he can feel Zhuang Fanxin's anxiety .

    Gu Zhuoyan sent a video request, and it was very slow to connect. Zhuang Fanxin appeared on the screen with dark circles under his eyes, and his little face, which had no flesh, became thinner. He looked at it, didn't mention anything, and asked directly, "Would you like to see the concert?"     Zhuang Fanxin realized that it was very noisy, the camera shook slightly, the lights flickered in the picture, and it was clear that Lu Wen was singing on the stage. Gu Zhuoyan held it up for a while, glanced at the screen, and Zhuang Fanxin seemed to have said something.     He leaned closer to his ear, and Zhuang Fanxin said again: "I want to see you play the guitar."     Gu Zhuoyan paused for a few seconds, put the phone in Lian Yiming, and he went up with a guitar when the next song started. Lian Yiming shouted at the phone: "Friends! He didn't even come to the school party! You are too good!"     Zhuang Fan was joking, but he didn't expect Gu Zhuoyan to agree. The picture is dazzling, he is holding the phone and can't take his eyes off, Gu Zhuoyan is wearing a simple black T and jeans, a guitar is slung in front of him, and his slender fingers are playing.     The intense music exploded in his ears, and suddenly, Gu Zhuoyan raised his head, his eyes stopped at the camera, and he looked straight at him through the gorgeous beam of light.     Zhuang Fanxin met Gu Zhuoyan's eyes, thousands of miles away, Gu Zhuoyan grinned and gave him a smile.     At the end of the song, Gu Zhuoyan took off the guitar and left the stage, took back the phone, ran to the safe passage, sat on the stairs, and raised his eyebrows at the screen with sweat on his face.     Zhuang Fan's lips moved, but he didn't know what to say, as if he was dizzy by handsome. Gu Zhuoyan laughed again and asked, "Are you in a better mood now?"     Zhuang Fanxin didn't expect to be seen through, so he nodded.     Gu Zhuoyan said: "Do you remember the time you took me to the exam? You told me that it doesn't matter if the exam is not good. I'm very comfortable with this sentence in this competition. I also tell you now, relax and compete. It doesn't matter how it turns out."

    Zhuang Fan's heart was sniffing, and the pressure he had accumulated recently turned into a sour tone, his tone softened: "If I don't win the award, you won't laugh at me after returning to China, right?"

    Gu Zhuoyan was amused: "Whoever laughs at you, I beat him. He never forgets the seriousness, and added another sentence, "Besides, I have no time to laugh at you, I will be busy confessing then."

    Zhuang Fanxin's smile froze slightly, he forgot about Gu Zhuoyan's preparation for confession, but he didn't want to talk about it. .

    "By the way, there will be a media shoot at night." He changed the subject abruptly, "I'm tired and stupid, and I don't talk to the camera before and after, it is estimated that it will be cut off. There is also coffee, I bought it downstairs, why not Yinan's milk tea is delicious. Pei Zhi is on the eleventh floor, and I heard that their group is still quarreling."

    These mutterings seem to be self-inflicted, but in Gu Zhuoyan's eyes, it is a cover for the deer's rambling, and it is a big meal. Garnish with vinegar. He really wanted to touch Zhuang Fanxin's soft hair, and also wanted to hug Zhuang Fanxin's thin shoulders, but at the moment he could only watch the video with not too high pixels.

    "Zhuanger." Gu Zhuoyan called out.

    This intimacy softened the late night in Los Angeles, and Zhuang Fan agreed, lying on the sofa like a happy cat. He couldn't help but try his best: "Can I call you when I'm tired?"

    Gu Zhuoyan said, "I don't turn off the phone, and you don't have to worry about the jet lag."

    Looking at his watch, Gu Zhuoyan's rationality triumphed over emotion, making Zhuang Fan's heart Go to sleep for a while and end the video. He went back, the concert was coming to an end, squeezed to the first row to catch up with Lu Wen's last song.

    All the lights were off, leaving only a bunch of lights on Lu Wen. His hair was messed up, his makeup was smudged, and his voice was thick and hoarse. The guitarist and drummer stepped off the stage first, and he held the microphone alone, and finally sang a song "A Thousand Thousand Que Song" for the evening.

    After singing, there was thunderous applause from the audience, and all the classmates were very cheering. Su Wang shouted at the top of his voice: "Lu Wen! I'll fucking support you forever!

    " Lu Wen raised his head, choked and said, "Thank you to all the fans for coming to my concert."

    Lian Yiming was startled: "Fuck, are you crying?"

    It was not over yet, Lu Wen smiled in a blink of an eye: "I have gone through many detours in music, my family does not support it, and the seniors in the circle do not recognize it. I have experienced all of them. In the most difficult time, all my savings were used to purchase equipment. , to form a band, I have nothing but music."

    "But as long as there is music, I can conquer anything!"

    Gu Zhuoyan: "..."

    Why don't you sing any songs, why don't you act?

    Lu Wen took a step back and bowed deeply: "Today's concert is just the beginning of my musical dream. Thank you for witnessing for me. In the future, I will definitely be singing in the Workers' Body and the Bird's Nest!"

    The lights came on inch by inch, and the students spread out to play. Gu Zhuoyan and the others returned to the booth. They were so hungry that they ate for a while.

    Too lazy to get into the sleeping bag, Zhuang Fanxin slumped on the sofa and slept on his back. It was a little cold, and he didn't know where his coat was. He got up and went to the eleventh floor to ask Pei Zhi to borrow a small blanket.

    The situation in the clothing group was similar. The lights were bright, the prepared samples were piled up on the ground, and the contestants were working overtime on the sewing machine. Zhuang Fanxin looked around and didn't see Pei Zhi, dialed the phone number, and vaguely heard a ringtone coming from the tea room.

    He walked over and opened the door: "Pei Zhi—"

    Pei Zhi leaned on the cooking table, leaning back on his slender neck, and was kissing a man.