i really like you

The private room is filled with the smell of wine and vegetables.

Wang Wenqing and his wife sat together, the genius was next to them, and the dancers followed the staff to take their seats.

As soon as Tang Yuan sat down, he heard a voice calling "Xiao Tang".

So he raised his head reflexively, and found that it wasn't him who was shouting, and the corners of his mouth twitched a little.

The one who spoke just now was Wang Wenqing's husband, a local, a few years older than her, in his fifties, and in good condition, like thirty or forty.

After he finished shouting, seeing his wife's favorite student looking at him, he realized something, and smiled kindly, "Two little Tangs."

Those present also laughed, and some said it was fate, which made the two of them know each other.

Tang Yuan didn't move, he looked at the young man next to the teacher's husband, his face was so handsome that it was outrageous.

As far as vision is concerned, the entire facial features are just right no matter where they are, and there is no fault.

It seems that it has been carefully measured by a ruler, and there is no slight error.

Very strange.

When Tang Yuan looked at him, the man got up from the table and looked over with the wine glass. There was a smile on his face like a spring breeze, but his voice was low and hoarse, which didn't match his appearance, and was even rough. Maybe it was natural, maybe It's a vocal cord injury.

He said, "Hello, my name is Tang Fu, Fu who came back."

Tang Yuan stood up slowly, picked up the juice in hand, and briefly introduced himself, "Tang Yuan."

Tang Fu smiled and said, "The teacher mentioned you several times. Out of curiosity, I searched for your information on the Internet. Young Master Tang, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Same."

Tang Yuan bent his lips, lifted some of the juice, and clinked glasses with him.

Then both of them sat down, even if they had greeted each other.

Naturally, entertainment is unavoidable when eating, toasting, greetings, and politeness are the same thing most of the time.

After eating a few mouthfuls of food, I got up to toast this one and that one, and after a while, I completely lost the mood of enjoying the food.

Tang Yuan drank the remaining two sips of juice in the glass, wiped his mouth, got up and left the private room, Zhou Qingsheng went out behind him, and the two of them walked along the corridor, each with their own thoughts.

When Zhou Qingsheng spoke first, he was amazed between the lines, "That Tang Fu is so handsome."

"It's really handsome." Tang Yuan kept walking forward, lazily, "But in terms of passerby favorability and audience popularity, you are better than him."

Zhou Qingsheng was taken aback, "Really?"

Tang Yuan turned around to look at Zhou Qingsheng. His double eyelids were flat and stretched in two directions. The shape was delicate and the eyes were very gentle, which made people feel at ease and attached to him.

Zhou Qingsheng was a little embarrassed by the look, and just about to ask what's the matter, he heard him chuckle, "Yes."

Breathing stagnantly, Zhou Qingsheng stared at Tang Yuan with wide eyes.

Tang Yuan noticed that Zhou Qingsheng's cheeks were stained with a moving blush after hearing his answer, and he looked at him blankly, as if he had lost his soul, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching, "Senior, have you ever had a girlfriend?"

Zhou Qingsheng didn't know why, so he nodded truthfully.

Tang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"I've been single for two years." Zhou Qingsheng couldn't help feeling emotional, "The last relationship I broke up with was before graduation, and I haven't talked about it since."

He turned to his junior and asked, "What about you?"

Tang Yuan said, "I haven't had a breakup since we talked about it, and it's been fine."

Zhou Qingsheng just asked casually, but he didn't expect to get such explosive information. He looked at his junior's tender eyes, and was startled, "That's great..."

In the next moment, it was as if someone had hit him with a stick, and his whole body trembled, "Who is it?"

Tang Yuan glanced at him sideways, as if to say, senior, why are you so gossip?

Zhou Qingsheng coughed in embarrassment. Everyone has the spirit of gossip. He was born with it, and let it out without paying attention. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the blush on his junior's left ring finger, which seemed to be more than just an accessory.

There is no relevant news, which means that so far, it is still a secret.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Zhou Qingsheng's back, "Student, don't tell me who your target is. I'm most afraid of keeping secrets for others."

Tang Yuan, "..."

Seeing him walking towards the end of the corridor, Zhou Qingsheng quickly chased after him, "You won't kill people to silence you, junior? I could be deaf just now, but I didn't hear anything."

Tang Yuan rolled his eyes and turned left into the bathroom.

Zhou Qingsheng walked to him and stopped, stood up, booed with him, and changed the subject, "If that Tang Fu was in our group, and you formed a group of handsome boys with you, he would definitely fascinate men, women and children. Invincible in the world."

Tang Yuan shivered, straightened his clothes and pants, and went to wash his hands, "Senior, you talked too much today."

Zhou Qingsheng walked over, "You don't like him."

Tang Yuan's movements of washing his hands were almost unrecognizable, "Why do you say that?"

"Feel it." Zhou Qingsheng stretched his hand under the faucet, "I think you are not very willing to accept him when he shows kindness to you."

Tang Yuan was surprised that Zhou Qingsheng had such a delicate observation ability, and he really reacted like that. The reason is still unclear. He said, "This is the first time I met him, so I can't say whether I like it or not."

Zhou Qingsheng didn't hold on to this question, he thought of something, "Brother, have you watched Tang Fu's dance video?"

Tang Yuan said, "No."

"I have it here."

Zhou Qingsheng quickly washed his hands and dried them. He took out his phone and slid it open to find the desired video. He turned the screen to Tang Yuan, "Look."

Tang Yuan looked up, Tang Fu in the video was standing alone on the stage, with his back to the auditorium, wearing simple loose white clothes and black trousers, he hugged himself when the first note sounded, and the smooth lines of his back stretched Stretch out, alone and firm.

The choreography of the dance music is wonderful.

Or it would be more appropriate to use the word "wonderful" to describe it.

The soundtrack is also good.

Tang Yuan watched it in silence, and asked Zhou Qingsheng to replay it again. After watching it for the second time, his mentality and angle changed a little, and he felt that Tang Fu was like a ghost walking in the dark.

"This dance was choreographed by Tang Fu himself, it's called "Dreamland", and he won the championship in the domestic dance competition last December." Zhou Qingsheng praised unabashedly, "Every movement of his is very accurate, and he has done it from the beginning. In the end, it was very stable and very strong.”

Tang Yuan asked abruptly, "Do you think he can dance folk dances?"

Zhou Qingsheng first said he didn’t know, and then said maybe, “For those of us who can be recruited into the troupe, except for the dance we are best at, we have contact with other dances, and we can dance. The key is whether the contact is deep. Is it good or not?"

Tang Yuan was thoughtful, Tang Fu's vigor seemed to have been learning folk dances for many years.

He has danced folk dances since he was a child, and has been dancing for more than ten or twenty years. He is too familiar with the strength of each movement of the dancers who learn that dance, including the habits of the muscles of the whole body.

"Speaking of which, there is something I forgot to mention." Zhou Qingsheng said while turning off the video, "Student, you don't have traces of folk dance background on your body. We have discussed it in private. I don't know what you do Arrived."

Tang Yuan raised his eyebrows, because there were no Chinese folk dances for him to choose abroad.

He has learned other dance styles in those years, and kneaded them together.

Zhou Qingsheng sighed, "I can see that the teacher hopes that you can become friends with Tang Fu, and wants you to become friends with a dance."

Tang Yuan didn't respond directly, but walked outside, "Life is full of variables, let's talk about it."

Zhou Qingsheng followed closely, "Student, how old are you, why are you so pessimistic?"

He asked himself and answered, "Yes, since you were born in such a big family, you naturally experienced more than your peers. I read a lot of news about you three years ago, can you..."

The conversation stopped abruptly.

Zhou Qingsheng stood next to Tang Yuan, looking at Tang Fu who was coming towards him.

The three of them were speechless.

Tang Yuan suddenly stepped forward and walked towards Tang Fu step by step.

Tang Fu stood in place, neither retreating nor advancing, allowing Tang Yuan to stop in front of him, within reach, beyond the polite and safe distance.

Tang Yuan slowly pulled the corners of his mouth. He was a little taller than Tang Fu, and he took advantage of his height to look over at this time, with the tails of his eyes raised, the eyelids slightly drooping, and his eyelashes were thick and long, blocking what was in his eyes.

Needle drop could be heard in the corridor.

After one or two minutes, an unknown murmur came out of Tang Yuan's mouth, "Tang Fu..."

He smiled, "You have the same surname as me, so we are destined."

Tang Fu raised his eyelids and smiled at Tang Yuan's probing gaze. The curve of his lips was very shallow, like a little ripple on the surface of a lake, which seemed illusory and thrilling.

After laughing a few times, the curve of Tang Fu's lips disappeared, and he said in a slightly dry voice, "It's my honor to have a relationship with Young Master Tang."

Tang Yuan didn't move, and kept a distance close enough to see the pores on each other's faces clearly. He smelled the smell of alcohol on Tang Fu's body, mixed with the smell of smoke, and felt more and more strange, strange and strange. familiar.

"May I ask, where are you from?"

Tang Fu didn't show any irritation that he might be checked for household registration, he calmly replied, "Local."

"Locals," Tang Yuan said, "Have you ever been to University A?"

Tang Fu shook his head slightly, and said regretfully, "I have only seen photos on the Internet, and I have never had the opportunity to witness the elegance of the top dance academy in China."

"I heard that Tang Shaoda was studying there in his first year, and he was admitted as a double first. It's really amazing."

These words sounded very sincere, and would not make people feel the slightest compliment, as if they were spoken from the heart.

Tang Yuan stared at Tang Fu's face, wondering what he was thinking.

The atmosphere was really weird. Zhou Qingsheng looked at Tang Yuan, then at Tang Fu, and then at Tang Yuan. He came closer and whispered, "Student, what's wrong?"

Tang Yuan took a step back and said the words to Tang Fu, "Some time ago, the teacher talked to me and said that you are a rare genius. I am as curious about you as you are about me, so I asked a few more questions just now. ,hope you do not mind."

"It's okay." Tang Fu smiled understandingly, "Master asked me to come out to find you, she was worried that you might not be used to the food here."

Before Tang Yuan could speak, Zhou Qingsheng said, "I don't care. It's up to you. It's just that my junior is not used to it. He likes spicy food. There is not a single dish on the table tonight that is spicy."

Tang Fu scratched his brows, "Sorry."

Seeing the two puzzled eyes, he explained with some embarrassment, "I ordered all the dishes tonight. I don't know your taste, Mr. Tang."

Tang Yuan glanced at him vaguely, and said with a nonchalant smile, "This is the first time you've met me, so it's normal not to know my taste."

"Tomorrow's dinner will be arranged by me," Tang Fu pursed his lips, "I will tell the restaurant to prepare a few more spicy dishes."

"You don't need to take care of me specially, just come here whenever it's convenient for you."

After Tang Yuan finished speaking, he swayed back to the private room.

Zhou Qingsheng patted Tang Fu on the shoulder, "My schoolmate likes to eat stewed eggs with clams, each of us can eat one serving, and that fish head with chopped peppers, with a layer of red chili oil floating on it, it makes your scalp tingle just looking at it." kind."

Tang Fu looked like "I know".

Zhou Qingsheng smiled friendly, "Do you think he is not as arrogant and rude as the rumors say?"

Tang Fu hummed.

"You can't believe the rumors." Zhou Qingsheng looked at the profile of a young man's artwork, "He is very easy to get along with, and he doesn't have the habits of a rich young master at all, and you are not as arrogant as the rumors."

Tang Fu said yes?

Zhou Qingsheng walked with him all the way, chatting with each other all the way, it seems that they have become acquainted, they can keep in touch with each other, make friends, in fact, they are still born.

There seemed to be many conflicting points in this person, like a mystery that could be unraveled, Zhou Qingsheng thought.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Tang Yuan called Pei Wenjin and said that he was already at the hotel.

Pei Wenjin was still working overtime in the company.

This phone call was like a rain in a sweltering weather. He was looking forward to the stars and the moon. He put aside a lot of work and loosened his collar, and let out a sigh of relief, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I've eaten." Tang Yuan took off his shoes and put on disposable slippers. "The food here is a bit sweet, and the braised elbows are very sweet. I'm not used to eating them, and that..."

He suddenly jumped from dinner to a specific person, "By the way, I saw that genius, Tang Fu."

Pei Wenjin half-closed his eyelids, "Huh?"

"His face, how should I put it," Tang Yuan thought about the words, "It's so perfect, it makes me feel so fake, it looks like it was painted."

Pei Wenjin's voice turned cold, "Are you staring at him?"

"That's called observation, thank you." Tang Yuan rolled his eyes, and said in a coaxing tone to the child, "This vinegar smells wrong, there's nothing to eat, be good."

Pei Wenjin's face twitched.

Tang Yuan threw the phone on the bed and turned on the speakerphone, "Speaking of business, I thought I was attracted to your abstinent face before, and I thought you were super handsome, so handsome, and then one handsome guy after another appeared next to me , There are handsome people and gods and angry people, but I still don't feel it, and I just realized that I'm looking at your soul."

He knelt down and opened the suitcase, "So don't be afraid, when your hair is gray and your teeth are gone, I will still miss you."

The man on the other end didn't speak, only the sound of unsteady breathing, one after another, as if passing through time and space, sticking to Tang Yuan's ear like a lingering death, arousing layers of electric currents, he couldn't bear it, and his whole body went limp , The bones are numb.

It was embarrassing to say something that was said naturally.

Tang Yuan changed the topic, "Then what, you can check Tang Fu's information for me, the more detailed the better."

Pei Wenjin frowned, "Curious?"

"Just be it."

Tang Yuan rummaged through the suitcase, "Where did you put my razor?"

Pei Wenjin said, "In the suitcase."

Tang Yuan sat down on the ground, "I didn't find it."

Pei Wenjin said, "Then look for it again."

"...

Tang Yuan grinned, "Don't you think you forgot to put it?"

Pei Wenjin was persuasive, "Want to bet?"

Just as Tang Yuan was about to say yes, the word rolled to his lips. When he saw what he was looking for, he swallowed it tremblingly. He shouted in horror, "Don't fight!"

Pei Wenjin put the coffee in his hand, when a voice came from the phone, his hands trembled, "If you don't want to hit, don't hit, what are you calling?"

"I want you to take care of it." Tang Yuan took a breath, "I'm going to stay here for a few days, and go back to bring you special products."

Pei Wenjin said, "I don't want the special products, you just have to come back in full."

"Tsk, why are you just like my dad?"

Tang Yuan smacked his lips, "You have to be more youthful and lively, lest my father keep talking about your age and personality."

Pei Wenjin's face was tangled, but young people can find a feeling, lively?I'm afraid that won't work, that word doesn't exist in his life dictionary.

Tang Yuan found that socks, underwear, towels and other daily necessities and clothes were packed separately, all white bags were clearly divided, all of them were labeled, neatly packed together, as if for him to pack The man with the luggage was just as strict.

He said in a serious tone, "I found something."

Pei Wenjin's back left the back of the chair, sat up, and frowned, "What?"

Tang Yuan sighed for a long time, "I can't do without you at all."

Not at all, life was controlled by this man unconsciously, fortunately, he didn't reject it, let alone bored him, he consciously adjusted himself to a position of enjoyment, and dug out the precious things loved by others. emotion.

After a brief daze, Pei Wenjin leaned back on the back of the chair, the roots of his ears were flushed, and his thin lips were slightly hooked, "Mmm."

Tang Yuan pouted, "Happy?"

There was a smile that couldn't be hidden in Pei Wenjin's voice, "Yes."

Tang Yuan thought, the old man must be shy with such a reaction, his ears were red, but unfortunately he couldn't see it, he said angrily, "Hang up."

The person who said to hang up held the phone tightly, pursed his mouth again and again, and said something quickly in a low voice, "Take care of my dad, take care of yourself, and cook a big meal for you when I come back."

At the end, I did not forget to emphasize, "Don't forget to check Tang Fu's information."

"Kiss." Pei Wenjin said, "Kiss me once before hanging up."

Tang Yuan blushed from his neck to his neck, and said like a hooligan, "Why do you want me to kiss you? Kiss me."

There was no sound over there.

He knew it was impossible, the old man has never done superficial kung fu, he likes to use big swords with real guns, "Then I..."

Before he could finish speaking, a kiss sounded next to his ear.

It was followed by a beep.

Tang Yuan sat on the ground in a daze for a while, he looked down, and the next moment he gritted his teeth and rushed into the bathroom.

After he finished rinsing, the boiling blood in his body cooled down, and the longing occupied his heart little by little. He sighed to the strange room.

That man is also on a business trip. They are not children, and it is impossible to only have love.

Tang Yuan sat on a chair and wiped his hair, his thoughts were flying wildly. When the knock on the door sounded, he was startled, and then he remembered that he was in the same room as Zhou Qingsheng.

As soon as the door opened, Zhou Qingsheng came in with his suitcase, put his backpack on the bed inside, turned his head and smiled, "Student, are you snoring while sleeping? Grinding your teeth? Talking in your sleep? Sleepwalking?"

Tang Yuan, "..."

Zhou Qingsheng walked up to him, bent his back, and looked at him with his hands on his knees, "We didn't expect you to live in such an ordinary hotel. With your price, it must be a five-star hotel. We didn't even expect that, You are willing to obey the regiment's arrangement and live with others."

Tang Yuan threw the towel aside, picked up his damp hair and stroked it up, "Are you full?"

"You're right, everyone is really holding on." Zhou Qingsheng looked at his beautiful eyebrows, "So I'm going to sing K later."

Tang Yuan said, "Don't call me."

Zhou Qingsheng picked up a towel and put it on his head, and rubbed his hair through the towel, as if to his younger brother, "Both the chief and the choreographer are going."

Tang Yuan was speechless.

More than half an hour later, Tang Yuan changed back to his original clothes and followed everyone to a nearby club.

In the group, everyone danced well, and when it came to singing, only a small half were not out of tune, and the remaining half were magic voices.

Tang Yuan belongs to both the former and the latter. He can only sing a few songs, and the others are hard to describe.

Originally, he wanted to choose a song he could sing, but the people in the troupe chose "Three Days and Three Nights" for him. The enthusiasm was so high that he couldn't refuse it.

So he showed off howling like ghosts and wolves.

The fan in the box was quiet for at least a few minutes, and no one asked Tang Yuan to sing after that.

Around eleven o'clock, Tang Fu came over. He was still dressed in the same clothes as he had eaten, and came to pay the bill.

Sitting on the sofa, Tang Yuan watched him chatting with the actors in the troupe, and watched the female dancers express their affection for him with their eyes. Wang Wenqing's husband regarded him as his apprentice and his own child. .

The compartment was muddy.

There will be exhausting practice tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, so everyone chooses to relax tonight.

Tang Fu's fingers were a little scarlet, flickering on and off, he saw the person on the sofa beckoning to him, so he walked over unconsciously.

Tang Yuan said, "Give me a cigarette."

Tang Fu handed him the cigarette case and the lighter, sat down beside him, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the wine on the table, "I don't know what's going on, but when I'm talking to you, I feel very kind."

Tang Yuan paused for a moment to light his cigarette, then recovered after a while, "Oh?"

Tang Fu turned his face and moved his eyes to the person beside him. What he met was a wisp of smoke from the other person's mouth and nose. He stared through the smoke, "Have I seen you before?"

When it was over, I said to myself, "You followed your colleagues into the private room tonight, my first reaction was to bend over to you, that's weird."