You are sweeter than first love [entertainment circle]

After Jian Jihong's 17th birthday, he became a frequent visitor to Ye Shi Bar.

Almost every night at ten o'clock, he can be seen coming to the bar, ordering a glass of the cheapest beer, but not drinking, just sitting in the most hidden corner of the bar, secretly listening to Li He sing.

Li He didn't find Jian Jihong's figure until a week later, but he didn't say anything, and continued to play his piano as if he didn't see it.

On the contrary, when Jian Jihong knew that Li He had found him, he began to tentatively move out from the corner slowly until his seat changed from the table on the edge to the place closest to the piano stage.

He began to look at it blatantly. As time went on, Jian Jihong tentatively threw tips into the small cup again. At first, it was five yuan, then ten yuan, and gradually it became fifteen or twenty yuan.

When Jian Jihong stuffed 25 yuan into it, Li He turned the cup upside down before him, and then Jian Jihong understood that the tip limit is [-] yuan.

Jian Jihong also tried to accompany Li He home after get off work, but Li He was cautious and stopped when he walked out of the main road, not to allow Jian Jihong to continue to follow.

Such days continued until the end of that year.

Jian Jihong was reviewing papers in a bar when he suddenly heard Li He play a piece he had never played before.

After the song ended, Jian Jihong raised his head and asked Li He, "What song is this, it's really nice."

Li He moved his hand: "...Oh."

"En?" Jian Jihong was confused. During this period of time, Jian Jihong discovered that Li He really likes music. Every time he looked for other topics, Li He seldom answered him, but as long as it was about music Yes, almost always get a response.

This was the first time that Li He didn't directly say what piece he was playing.

Li He lowered his head to look at the keys, but didn't speak.

Jian Jihong suddenly realized something, he stood up and walked to Li He, and asked in a low voice, "Did you write this song?"

Li He still didn't answer.

Jian Jihong understood in an instant, and he was pleasantly surprised: "It's too nice to hear, Li He, you are so amazing!"

Li He frowned: "Go back and sit down."

Jian Jihong ignored him and squeezed to sit next to Li He: "What's the name of this song? Does it have lyrics? Can you sing it to me?"

Li He was silent for a long time before saying, "No."

Jian Jihong asked: "Is there no name or no lyrics?"

Li He said, "None."

Jian Jihong tilted his head and thought for a while, then clapped his hands together and said, "Then, do you want me to write it for you?"

Li He looked at him suspiciously.

Jian Jihong stared: "What's your expression? I'm this year's number one student in liberal arts. You should feel very honored, okay?"

Li He said, "You are only a sophomore in high school."

Jian Jihong snorted: "Yes, then I will be next year's number one student in liberal arts, so it's decided, I'll help you write lyrics."

Li He was speechless: "It's up to you."

Jian Jihong laughed, and he pushed Li He with his shoulder: "Li...Xiao Li."

Li He turned to stare at him.

Jian Jihong pursed his lips: "Why, aren't we friends? Why don't I call you Xiao Li?"

Li He shook his head expressionlessly.

Jian Jihong snorted: "I want to, I not only want to call you Xiao Li, but also—"

Jian Jihong shut his mouth suddenly, he looked at Li He's fairer face under the cold white light of the bar, and thought of the pear blossoms in Jiangcheng for a moment.

Everyone in Jiangcheng loves pear blossoms, which are as clean and beautiful as snow.

Jian Jihong raised his chin slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and said to Li He, who was in front of him, "I still want to call you, Little Sydney!"

Li He: "..."

Li He: "Do you want to die?"

Jian Jihong leaned forward and shouted at Li He: "Little Xueli, Xiaoxueli, Xiaoxueli, Xiaoxueli!!"

Li He's pale lips were tightly pressed, and he looked at Jian Jihong coldly.

Jian Jihong smiled and said, "Little Xueli, let's make an agreement, let me help you write the lyrics and think of the name for this song!"

Li He looked at Jian Jihong hard, and finally said helplessly: "Go down, don't disturb my work."

Jian Jihong cheated: "Ah, I want to sit next to you."

Li He: "Get lost."

Jian Jihong: "Little Sydney, let me sit next to you, okay?"

Li He: "...Don't be coquettish, be quiet."

Jian Jihong: "Hey hey hey good, I promise not to disturb you."

That night, Jian Jihong started to write the lyrics with the sheet music he had picked up from Li He.

But after writing for a whole night, I didn't write a satisfactory sentence.

Jian Jihong thought that he had no inspiration for a while, but who knew he couldn't write it until the winter vacation.

Jian Jihong began to wonder if he had no talent, but he would never return the song and tell Li He that he couldn't write it.

It was with great difficulty that he dug out something from Li He that would allow him to participate, and no matter what, Jian Jihong didn't intend to back down.

So Jian Jihong secretly hired a teacher to study systematically from the beginning.

In the artistic atmosphere of Jiangcheng, the children here are almost always taken by their parents to learn musical instruments since they were young. Jian Jihong also learned it, but he learned the violin for a few years in elementary school, and never touched it again.

Now for Li He, he wants to pick it up again, and even Jian Jihong wants to learn more, so that he can have more common topics with Li He.

Jian Jihong felt that it was too difficult for him. In order to have a good relationship with his deskmate, he really had to learn a lot.

However, Jian Jihong couldn't help but have a question in his heart.

Li He's family conditions are not good, he also said that he has no family, so where did he learn to play the piano?

The winter vacation lasted for a week, and all students went back to school to receive their winter vacation homework and final grades.

Unsurprisingly, Jian Jihong got the No. 1 grade in the exam, and Li He was the 25th in the class.

Their grades were far behind, and Jian Jihong became a little worried.

"Little Sydney, have you thought about the future?" Jian Jihong asked worriedly.

Li He: "..."

"What university do you want to go to?" Jian Jihong changed the question.

Li He shook his head, not sure if he was saying he didn't know, or he didn't want to say it.

Jian Jihong asked again: "You like music so much, do you want to be a singer in the future?"

Li He finally said, "Why are you asking so many questions?"

Jian Jihong said vaguely: "Of course I... care about my deskmate, can't I!"

Li He looked at Jian Jihong lightly with black and white eyes, as if he had already seen through what Jian Jihong's purpose was.

Jian Jihong's ears couldn't help but feel hot.

Unexpectedly, Li He suddenly asked: "What about you?"

Jian Jihong was stunned: "I..."

Jian Jihong never thought about what he would do in the future, and he had no dreams or goals.

Jian Jihong's life was planned very early on. His parents were both businessmen with a strong family background, and he was the only son of the family. He would definitely inherit the family property in the future.

Li He's expression was very calm, and Jian Jihong knew that Li He must have thought about these things a long time ago, so he was unwilling to tell himself what his future would be like, because in Li He's eyes, his future was different from his own. There will be any intersection.

Jian Jihong felt extremely sad at this moment, he wanted to argue for himself, but he didn't have anything to argue for himself.

According to the established future, he will part ways with Li He after high school, and he may never have the chance to meet again. Of course, he may say hello at the class reunion many years later, but that's all.

Li He waited for the class meeting to end, and left with his winter vacation homework on his back. Jian Jihong followed behind him blankly, like a dog that couldn't find a home, pitiful and sad.

Along the way, we came to Yuyin Tea House.

This teahouse has been around as long as Jian Jihong can remember.

Although Yuyin Teahouse is called a teahouse, it does not buy tea. The reason why it has stood here for many years is because it is also the base of Jiangcheng folk art and opera lovers.

From opening to closing every day, the programs here never stop, whether they are old-timers or newcomers in the industry, they are welcome here, and there is never a shortage of guests.

Jian Jihong came here several times with his grandparents when he was a child, but he was young and didn't understand operas and didn't like to listen to them.

He hasn't been to this place for many years.

Jian Jihong chased after him: "Li He, what are you doing here?"

Li He said, "Part-time job."

Jian Jihong asked, "Do you want to be a waiter?"

Li He shook his head, and pointed to the side of the stage, where the band accompaniment to opera was sitting, all of them were old men in their seventies and eighties.

Jian Jihong was startled: "You know this!"

Li He looked back at him, as if he wanted to say the result, but he didn't say anything, turned around and went backstage.

Jian Jihong wanted to follow in, but was stopped by an old man in black at the door.

The uncle said nothing to let him in, so Jian Jihong had no choice but to pay for a table and find a seat closest to the band, holding a teacup and searching inside.

Soon, Li He came out holding the huqin.

Jian Jihong's eyes lit up, and Li He actually changed his clothes, wearing a black Tang suit like the old men next to him, but Li He's face was tender and fair, and he sat in the group of old men pretty, like being surrounded by a group of grown men. Little cub surrounded by animals.

what……

Jian Jihong's heart has melted, how can he be so cute.

But sitting and sitting, Jian Jihong's mood became depressed again.

No matter how cute they are, after graduating from high school, the two of them will be separated.

It would be nice if we could never be apart.

Jian Jihong's heart trembled, and the moment this idea appeared in his mind, Jian Jihong suddenly had a feeling that it should be like this.

That's right, he didn't want to be separated from Li He, why did he have to separate after graduation.

What is inheriting the family business? Is this really what he wants to do?

Jian Jihong shook his head. Ever since he was a child, he was a child of other people's family. He followed the rules and was an excellent student, son, and friend, and he didn't even resist becoming an heir.

He didn't know that he could choose another way of life in his life. In retrospect, the happiest time in the past ten years or so was actually the few 10 minutes when Li He celebrated his birthday.

He wants to participate in Li He's future, no matter what the future is.

Jian Jihong stood up abruptly, he clenched the strap of his schoolbag tightly with both hands, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became wider and wider.

He knows, he finally knows how to write the lyrics of this song!

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