Infield
It only took Long Heng half an hour to walk back to Nanjiang Yayuan. The early autumn night finally had a cool breeze. Xiao Ming went home by himself, while Zheng Cheng and Hanyu walked side by side under the sycamore tree.
"In a few days, this rotten tree will lose its leaves again." Zheng Cheng patted the thick trunk and said, "It just lost its hair two months ago. It's itchy as hell."
"You really are. Others are envious of you, but you are the only one who despises you." Hanyu laughed aside.
"Your Jiangkou Old Street is full of camphor trees. You have never tasted this. It is definitely not my opinion of why I don't eat meat." Zheng Cheng thought to himself, he would know after taking Hu Hanyu for a walk twice in early summer next year.
Recently, he has been thinking about their future constantly. All kinds of expectations pop up in his mind, and there are many things he wants to do with Hu Hanyu.
Originally, he was always bound by his illness and carefully avoided all factors that might trigger panic attacks, but now, he wanted to try everything.
As long as Hanyu is around, he seems to be afraid of nothing.
There is a famous live house on Nanjiang Road. It was just about the end of the show, and men and women were still immersed in the passionate rhythm aroused by the scene, screaming and laughing without any scruples on the sidewalk.
Passersby didn't care at all, and the old man who was enjoying the cool air in the alley was still chatting and laughing, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.
This is the subtle sense of distance in the Shanghai Stock Exchange.
Zheng Cheng suddenly grabbed Hanyu and stopped.
The door of the live house was open, and the drum beats and the passionate electric guitar that made adrenaline surge was like the most tempting invitation. He pulled Hu Hanyu into the crowd.
"Do you want to go listen?" Zheng Cheng pointed inside, "There's another show."
He always wanted to try it, but Zhou Min hated noise, and his family was even more afraid that he would be stimulated by the light, sound and noise.
"How do I buy the ticket?" Hanyu agreed directly, but he looked for the sign at the door for a long time but couldn't find it.
"Want tickets? The show's about to start, they're on sale." A scalper approached, holding two tickets. "Two for the inner court! 600 each, take both now for 600!"
"There aren't many people watching this show," Hu Hanyu pretended to be blind and pointed at the huge crowd nearby. "No matter how cheap it is..."
"Ding, collect the money..."
"Come on! I'll treat you!" Zheng Cheng rushed in with the ticket.
"It's a scalper ticket, and you don't even bargain?" Hu Hanyu could only follow helplessly.
"How much more expensive can it be? Didn't he say the original price was 600?" Zheng Cheng didn't care.
Two people stood in the last row.
"No," Zheng Cheng hadn't reacted yet, "Didn't he mean the backstage? Why did he bring us here?"
"Once you enter the venue, you're already in the backstage. This isn't a concert." Hu Hanyu peeled off the laser tag on the ticket. "We've been cut off."
Below the laser label, the price is clearly written: 280.
"I only made 40." Zheng Cheng took a look.
"Wait a minute, I'll go find him now." Hu Hanyu made a gesture to leave.
"Hey, don't go. It's just such a small amount of money. You won't be able to get in soon." Zheng Cheng held him back.
Hu Hanyu held his face with both hands and pinched it hard: "I'll go ask him to come and identify me. There's a fool here who thinks he didn't pay enough. Next time you see him, remember to add another zero!"
“Woo!”
He was so strong that Zheng Cheng's mouth pouted because of his pinching. Hu Hanyu pinched her hard and kissed her before letting go.
"You're really getting bolder and bolder, Hu Hanyu." Zheng Cheng rubbed his face and muttered, "Luckily, I'm naturally beautiful, otherwise the hyaluronic acid would be moved out of place by you."
"If it was Tianyi, I would have hit him a long time ago." Hanyu shook his head. "Even though it's you, I still can't bear to do it."
"You dare to hit me? Guess if I will fight back!" Zheng Cheng hit him.
"No, no, may you have a happy marriage." Hanyu smiled and rubbed his face.
The lights dimmed, and the performance began with sporadic cheers.
Zheng Cheng had never been to such a place before. He had only been to singers' concerts with the box tickets given by his family. Even if he could go to the lounge to shake hands and take photos with the stars before the show started, he didn't think it was interesting.
But this unfamiliar band, this unfamiliar song, and the stage that was obscured by the violent waving of arms made him feel very excited.
Gradually becoming familiar with the melody, he imitated the audience in the front row and began to shake to the rhythm with increasing amplitude.
At this moment, manners, stance, and rules are all unimportant. Under the mottled and flickering lights, no one can see each other clearly. Only the passionate melody fills the air along with the movements and screams.
So this is the charm of the show.
During this brief moment, he could forget that he was the third son of the Zheng family, and he would shout and dance wildly without any manners until his voice became hoarse and his body was covered in sweat.
No, I don’t want to become smelly for the time being.
“Did you enjoy yourself today?!” the singer on the stage yelled as the day was nearing the end.
“Enjoy it!!” fans responded.
“Is it fun?!!”
"Awesome!" Zheng Cheng also shouted.
His hair was messy from dancing, and the ribbons on his clothes were scattered, but his eyes were bright and shining.
Hu Hanyu looked at him and laughed, then gave him a loud kiss on the face.
"Are you happy?" Zheng Cheng asked him.
"Happy," Hanyu replied, wiping the sweat off his face with his hand and laughing, "40 is like paying a beggar!"
Although his hair was wet with sweat, the sweat beads on Hu Hanyu's face were reflected by the light, making him look rugged and handsome, and he had an unrestrained smile on his face.
This is the Hu Hanyu that Zheng Cheng has always wanted to see, a real one with some flaws.
He rushed forward and kissed him, his lips hitting his teeth, but he didn't care about the pain.
"My lip seems to be broken." Zheng Cheng smacked his lips as the show ended, as if there was a bloody taste. "Can you help me take a look?"
"It's not you, it's me." Hu Hanyu pried open his lower lip to show him, and a piece of flesh was directly knocked off. "I even wonder if you didn't eat enough teppanyaki."
"I'm sorry," Zheng Cheng patted his shoulder, "It's too handsome, I can't help it, I want to eat a big bite."
By this time he felt his legs were sore and there were several blisters on his feet, making it painful to walk.
"It's a pity your ribs haven't healed yet, otherwise I would carry you back." Hanyu supported him, "Just like in the game, I'd carry you on my head."
"I really can't walk. It hurts so much." Zheng Cheng felt like his heel was being cut by a knife and stopped. "Did Prada not design these shoes for people to walk on? I got blisters this afternoon."
The distance for a taxi was too close and too far to walk, so Hanyu saw shared bicycles on the side of the road.
"Can you ride a bike?" he asked, scanning for one.
"Yes, how do I play this?" Zheng Cheng also took out his phone to scan. "Why do I have to pay a deposit?"
"Your little yellow car is different." Hanyu saw that he had been fiddling with it for a long time without success, shook his head, walked over and held out his hand, "Give me your phone, log in to my account."
In this way, the two of them rode their bikes side by side on this route in the middle of the night.
"Hanyu, are you still angry?" Zheng Cheng suddenly asked.
"I wouldn't be angry for so long for 40 yuan." Hanyu thought he was talking about scalpers.
"No, I'm talking about taking photos during the day," said Zheng Cheng.
"Oh, that." Hanyu turned the faucet outward to make room for Zheng Cheng to go around the manhole cover. "I wasn't that angry anyway."
"But I've never seen you like that." Zheng Cheng slowly kicked his legs. "You ignored me."
Hu Hanyu thought for a moment and said, "I didn't do that before, but only recently."
If you think about it carefully, Hu Hanyu is not like Zheng Cheng. He does not waste time on internal conflicts. He will give in if he can, but he will start a fight if he really can't stand it. He does more than you think.
"Just tell me straight from now on. It shows you care about me." Zheng Cheng said, "I won't be angry. I'm so happy that you care about me."
"Although it's shameless, you are right." Hu Hanyu smiled.
"Actually, I've been like this for a long time." Zheng Cheng was holding the bell on the handlebar. It was broken and it wouldn't ring no matter how hard he tried. "I won't be happy if you and Xiao Ming say a few more words."
Hu Hanyu moved the front of the car closer to him.
"Why do you call him Ming? But you call me by my full name." Zheng Cheng was still ringing the bell.
"Zheng Cheng." Hu Hanyu called him.
"Yes, why do you call me that? Can't you call me something else? I always feel like you want to scold me." Zheng Cheng rode forward.
"Zheng Cheng!" Hu Hanyu stepped on the brakes.
"I told you to stop yelling like that!" Zheng Cheng bent the bicycle bell back with force.
"Chengcheng!"
jingle!
The car bell finally rang crisply.
"That's right! Just call me like that... Huh? Where is he?" Zheng Cheng realized at this moment that the person was missing, and he stomped on the ground and turned back to look for Hu Hanyu.
Hu Hanyu was three or five meters away from him, and without getting out of the car, he just stopped and pointed at the Jiangnan Yayuan sign.
Overriding!
"Why didn't you remind me!" Zheng Cheng continued talking after entering the elevator.
"I've called you three times." Hu Hanyu pressed the floor button.
"I told you not to call me by my full name from now on. If you do that again, I'll ignore you." After failing to find his way home for the second time, Zheng Cheng blamed this incident.
"I see." Hanyu smiled and added in a lowered voice, "Chengcheng."
His name is Chengcheng, which is different from others, different from Zheng Cheng’s family and elders. It sounds nice, gentle, and a little...erotic.
It’s a little late, and people’s hearts are a little dirty.
"When will your ribs be healed?" Zheng Cheng suddenly came over and rubbed his waist twice through his clothes.
"It will probably take another month." Hanyu straightened up unconsciously.
So long.
"It will take another month before we can officially start..."
Although there was no one else in the elevator, Hanyu still covered his mouth.
"Be good, it's getting late. You've been tired enough today." Hanyu pushed Zheng Cheng out of the elevator. "Let's go to bed."
Sure enough, once the excitement of watching the performance in the evening subsided, Zheng Cheng didn't want to move anymore. He even felt his eyes were about to close while taking a shower.
"Hanyu! Can you help me?" Why is there so much distance to walk out of the bathroom? Zheng Cheng's calves are stiff from jumping all night.
"Wait a moment." Hu Hanyu put the rice cooker in place, came in and saw him holding the door with his eyes closed, and smiled.
"Come on." He held Zheng Cheng's arm, lowered his head to grab his knees, gently stood up and picked him up.
"Hey you!" Zheng Cheng opened his eyes in shock, "Be careful! Don't let it crack again."
"These few steps are fine." As he spoke, Hanyu had already put him on the bed.
Zheng Cheng huddled under the covers without a word and managed to utter, "Turn off the lights and come to sleep..."
Hanyu checked the curtains, rice cooker, and bathroom before turning off the lights and getting into bed.
"Oh, it's here, go to sleep." He felt around for a long time before he found the top of Zheng Cheng's head that was exposed and rubbed it twice.
The person under the quilt leaned over and rubbed against his shoulder, mumbling drowsily, "Scream... again..."
Hanyu turned his head and leaned close to his ear, whispering, "Good night, Chengcheng."
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