Connotation that my grandson actually likes me?

Jing Duan used to like to look at the audience below when he sang, watching them jump up, pogo, drive the train, dance crazily, and hit each other with his own music, as if the whole world, everyone is cheering for them.

And behind him, Guo Yun playing drums and Chang Yu playing bass, it seemed that the people below wanted to pull them down to revel, while the two people behind supported him standing here.

In the end, the well section will throw everything away, throwing his body down, throwing himself into the crowd, feeling the countless hands dragging him, letting them take him wherever he wants to go.

He can express all his expressions.

But at this moment, he only has Xu Wanzhi in front of him and the big bright mirror behind him, in which there are material people reflected, but these people have nothing to do with him.

He didn't find an accompaniment tape, only the sound of the guitar, always a little thin, no cheers, and no himself.

With Chen Yi's supervision, the people around didn't dare to run around casually, and they were all training with their heads down.

This allowed Jing Duan to relax briefly, especially the young man in front of him, looking at him, his eyes were as bright as stars, as if a little bit of light from his body fell into his eyes.

In her eyes, she saw herself.

When the last note fell, Jing Duan let go of his hand holding the bridge, and fell down, with a slightly panting voice, saying: "Is that okay?"

But suddenly I heard the person in front of me say, "For you."

"Huh?" Jing Duan continued, leaning his body, "You kid always says some nonsensical things."

Then he said, "Come here, I will teach you how to play."

Xu Wanzhi got up with a guitar, obediently put his hands down by his sides, raised his head slightly, and watched the well section approach him to tune him. He was 7 centimeters taller than himself, blocking the light source in front of him. .

His body was still a little hot because he had just finished singing.

He suddenly didn't regret his decision yesterday...

He couldn't let go of the person in front of him, especially when he was so... standing in front of him so vividly.

After tuning, Jing Duan said: "I taught you how to press the chords yesterday, do you remember?"

He looked at the person in front of him blinking and looked at him again, and pinched the flesh on his face uncontrollably.

Said: "Why are you stupid, I am your teacher now."

Xu Wanzhi looked at Jingduan and rubbed his sweat-soaked hair a few times on his forehead, put it on his forehead, pressed his hand, lowered his head, and began to find a place on the fretboard with some unfamiliarity.

Yesterday, Jing Duan started from the twelve equal temperament in detail, and took him to push each note on the fretboard. After a round, you can still find several notes that make up chords on the fingerboard.

Jing Duan leaned against the wall behind, looked at him, and recited chords casually.

Xu Wanzhi learned quickly, but his pressing fingers were always a little irregular, and he would always correct him over and over again in the well section.

At the end of the correction, Jing Duan clicked his tongue.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

In the next second, Xu Wanzhi's laughter fell into his ears, and his whole body was like a small glutinous rice ball leaking. Finally, he forced the corner of his mouth to suppress it, and shook his head innocently.

All of a sudden, the small thorns that had just been erected in the well section were all laughed and drooped.

Said: "Smile and smile, you know how to laugh."

Suddenly, Xu Wanzhi put down the guitar, pulled the cuff with his fingertips, and rubbed Jing Duan's forehead, and in Jing Duan's daze, he patted his hair a few times.

He said, "Are you nervous?"

Jing Duan rolled his Adam's apple, waved it in front of his eyes, and said, "It's nothing."

After speaking, he looked at Xu Wanzhi's hand that had already dropped.

"It's hot, I like to sweat when I sing." Jing Duan continued, his gaze fell on Xu Wanzhi's forehead very quickly, and turned to the other side as if it was being burned.

Just happened to see Yuan Yi looking at him abnormally, and after a second of staring at him, he quickly dodged away.

"You rest for a while, I will sing you another song."

Xu Wanzhi obviously didn't think about it, and Jing Duan tilted his head and smiled again: "Or, you can sing harmony with me, if you can't sing harmony, hum a few words, or play chords."

He looked down at him again and said, "The songs I composed before are not difficult, I will take you with me."

In fact, Jing Duan knew that his selfish intention was to let the people in front of him watch him sing and sing.

It's been a long time since he finished singing a song so calmly, and he hasn't been able to perform in front of people like this.

Although only one person.But this feeling that his whole body was burnt into a ball of fire simply because of the music still made him very excited, even if it was just a small flame due to the surrounding environment.

When Jing Duan was turning over the sheet music, he suddenly said, "Next time, will you stand in front of me? I plan to try it in front of a few people in the afternoon."

"Really?" Xu Wanzhi was very excited, and his tone was raised.It made Jing Duan suddenly think of the time when he and he first met.

"Really, I used to feel...someone told me, that is, I first need to find out the reason, and then catch it a little bit and force myself to face it, so it's easy to deal with it."

"En!" When Xu Wanzhi agreed, his tone was still uncontrollably happy.

After listening to his words, Jing Duan couldn't help laughing again. Those stones that were pressed in his heart can only be expressed in these light and fluffy ways.

When he walked out of the psychotherapy room, he looked at Lu Ying, smiled a little bleakly, and said, "It's dead, let's go."

"You...don't you want to sing? Besides, you now have... the money to keep singing!" Lu Ying was a little excited when she said it.

"I think clearly... I don't want to sing at all, and the world doesn't need me to sing at all."

"This song is called "Doomsday"." Jing Duan said with a smile, and saw the eyes of the camera teacher who was "extremely longing, but afraid to approach", took a deep breath, and then said: "Do you want to come over. "

The camera teacher hurriedly carried the camera on his shoulders, and walked over under the envious eyes of the guitar teacher next to him.

Then he said quickly: "Can you let me leave some material, just take a video of you singing together."

"It's okay, you can shoot."

After Jing Duan finished speaking, he lowered his head again and told Xu Wanzhi how to press it. If he couldn't, just hum along with him.

After the hasty explanation, Jing Duan couldn't wait to say: "Next! This song is for our photography teacher! "Doomsday"."

He didn't notice that Xu Wanzhi next to him was tightly pursing his lips.

The camera teacher's hands trembled, and he muttered in a low voice: "I used to listen to this song every day to sleep!"

"You can sleep with this lyrics." Jing Duan smiled, as if he had escaped from a heavy shell.

"There's a lot of green all around."

"The air is all joy."

"But look at myself, I'm a professional."

Of course...it's just like.

While waiting for Chen Yi to come and see, there were still a few scattered people behind him, and Jingduan's calf began to twitch.

Xu Wanzhi next to him quickly turned his head and looked at him. The chords in his hand were unfamiliar, but this time, he gave up directly, turned around, and stood in front of the well section.

"The sunlight in front of me is swallowed."

"All the buildings collapsed."

"I'm sitting in my bedroom with no tomorrow."

Chen Yi looked at them and took a sip of green tea. Because he didn't understand music, he didn't say anything for a long time.

The people below were still whispering something, although the voice was not loud, but all of them got into the ears of the well section at once.

"The beams of the house smashed white foam."

"Blood haunts the tongue."

"I was screaming and being overwhelmed."

Yuan Yibi's slightly changed drumbeat from yesterday came to mind again.

Jing Duan looked ahead, then avoided looking at Xu Wanzhi.

"What is after the end."

"It's cold, it's darkness."

"not my business."

All of a sudden, there was no sense of proportion in his hands, and it seemed to be fighting against the self in his heart that was desperately trying to avoid it.

The moment the distorted tone came out, the air seemed to be torn open.

The pick was shortened into two partners, and it exploded from the fingertips, and the nails scratched the strings without buffer.

The final sound hit the wall and hovered among the crowd.

The people below applauded first, giving this extremely poor performance.

Jing Duan looked at all the people in front of him, and leaned back slightly.

But suddenly he was grabbed by a hand, and Xu Wanzhi's hand clasped his wrist tightly.

The well section suddenly escaped from everyone's attention.

Don't worry, I'm not going to lie down.

"Is your hand okay?" Xu Wanzhi's voice seemed to be in his ear, but it stood out from the noise of the applause.

"It's okay." Jing Duan couldn't feel the voice coming from his own mouth, and even smiled a little.

After Chen Yi finished reading it by himself, he started to drive the other people back to his seat, and scolded them, where there was no excitement.

"Why are you pulling me? I'm afraid I'll fall to my death." Jing Duan shook his hand intentionally, intending to tease him, but in the end he shook his hand not fast, but rather like a baby.

"Can't I pull you for a while?"

"Okay, okay." Jing Duan looked at him and himself, and couldn't hold back, stretched out his hand and pinched his face.

Xu Wanzhi also obediently let him pinch, staring at him unwaveringly.

"You boy, when we first met, you were shy and jerky." Jing Duan felt uncomfortable when he saw him, and couldn't help complaining a few words, without realizing that he and Xu Wanzhi were actually It's just getting to know each other now.

At this moment, Jing Duan saw Yuan Yi who hadn't come here all this time, and walked outside alone.

He reached out his hand and patted Xu Wanzhi's face, then took off the guitar, hung it on Xu Wanzhi's body and said, "Wait for me."

He quickly followed the figure in his eyes and went out.

Xu Wanzhi was the only one left who hadn't recovered from Jing Duan's intimate slap on the face just now.

The moment he pushed the door open, the cold air enveloped him instantly, Jing Duan walked up quickly and grabbed Yuan Yi.

Said: "What's the matter, today, it's so abnormal."

He only saw Yuan Yi glance at the door with a guilty conscience, then winked at him, and walked forward quickly.

Looking at him, Jing Duan became nervous all of a sudden, and the two quickly walked through the corridor one after the other.

When he reached the toilet cubicle, Jing Duan hadn't responded to the national ball, so he was dragged into it.

"Grass! Don't do this!" Jing Duan subconsciously avoided Yuan Yi's mouth that suddenly approached.

"What are you thinking! I'm straight!" Yuan Yi slapped Jing Duan on the shoulder, and then whispered, "Listen to me!"

"Are you with Xu Wanzhi?" Yuan Yi's tone was particularly resentful.

Jing Duan, who watched it, was terrified, and asked timidly: "You don't really like me, do you? After I was with him, I became jealous and found out that you love me?"

I only saw Yuan Yi rolling his eyes up, "Can you stop being so narcissistic?"

The author has something to say: tetie: Excuse me, why does Mr. Jing Duan make up such bloody plots for his good brother Yuan Yi? Jing Duan: If your assistant is Mu Mu, you will understand.

Full Lyrics

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Doom-Prime Numbers Lyricist: Jing Yi Composer: Jing Yi

Composer: Prime Numbers

Vibrant green all around

air is happy

But look at me I'm a licensed

The sun in front of me is swallowed up

all buildings collapse

I'm sitting in my bedroom with no tomorrow

Froth from the beam

Blood entangles the tongue

I'm screaming and drowning

what's after the end

(don't think about tomorrow)

is cold and dark

(don't think about the future)

not my business

(don't want to lose)

I am greedy for nothing

If you want to live a good life, please stay away from me

(because)

I want you to come down with me.