A Heartwarming Decade

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Ten Years Yipin Wenruyan (Complete Works)!Yanxi likes visual rock, and Aheng is not surprised.

Because she clearly knows that this teenager has a sensitive and broad heart, which is enough to carry the most beautiful changes in music and accept the most treacherous scale in style.

Decadent, extravagant, noisy, these are all the evaluations she can give to those metallic music.

Yanxi is a smart person.Therefore, he always mimics all the subtle movements and expressions of others when singing, even the smell of the voice flowing, just out of tune.

Yanxi is also a dedicated person. For many years he has only listened to music from one orchestra, Sleepless.The combination of four people, the other three are just mediocre, but the lead singer Ice is a delicate black-haired man who is as charming as the night.

Ice likes to stand in the corner of the stage, in the ambiguity of the lights, with the most gorgeous makeup, interpreting his life with a repressed and violent soul.

Unable to explain why, Yanxi is passionately obsessed with this orchestra, or the person, Ice.

Aheng has watched Yan Xilu's Ice concert, but he can't really love it.Because this man named Ice has too ethereal and clean eyes. When he is out of emotion, he always has an unjustifiable contempt for the world; when he is enthusiastic, he is full of enthusiasm, wishing to burn people out.

She looked at the man on the stage with horror.In a blink of an eye, he was terrified to find that Yanxi had imitated the man's eyes to perfection.

This gave her the illusion that if Yanxi was given a chance, he would indulge himself in repeating the experience hidden behind his eyes.And these experiences, even if she didn't know it, she dared to pack a ticket, which is by no means a person with longevity and peace.

Therefore, when Chen Juan smiled and handed a leaflet to Yan Xi, A Heng frowned.

"What?" Yanxi was a little startled.

Chen Juanxiao: "I used to hear Si Wan say that you like visual rock very much. Someone sent out flyers on the way to school today. It seems that C company is preparing to launch a new visual band and is selecting the lead singer. You can try it, Yan Xi."

Company C is a well-known star-making company in the country, and most of the well-known orchestras in China are made by them.

Yan Xi was stunned for a while, and began to snicker: "Oh, if Ben Shao is selected to enter the show business circle, will I be able to see my idol in the future?"

Chen Juan raised the phoenix tail at the corner of his eye, faintly smiled, and said sternly: "Yanxi, I didn't make a joke with you."

Yanxi cried out: "Who is joking with you? Just joking, can I use my idol to play with you? Huh!"

"Yanxi, I remember you had been talking about going to Little Japan to see your idol two years ago." Sindayi interjected.

"There is no way, my old man said that if I dare to step into the Japanese country, he will immediately sever ties with me, especially money." Yan Xi spread his hands and shook his head and sighed.

"Don't talk about it, I happen to know a few band players. If you are willing to go, I can ask them to practice with you." Chen Juan interrupted the boy's partial topic.

"Go, why not!" Yan Xi smiled.

A Heng sat aside, kept silent, but felt vaguely irritable.From the bottom of her heart, she expected Yanxi to treat this as a joke, and she forgot to talk about it.

However, after school, he locked himself in the room, turned off the light, and watched Ice’s concert record by himself over and over again and quietly. When he came out, he only said to her: "A Heng, I want to try test."

A Heng did not speak, but nodded silently.

She didn't know why Rosemary was so concerned about Yanxi's affairs, but the few people he found were all students of the University of Arts and were very familiar with rock music.Drums, guitars and harpsichord are all available.

"Is this for fun?" Sindayi was speechless at Aheng.

"Well, Yanxi signed up yesterday." A Heng said, but his eyes were on Rosemary. He was seriously critical of Yanxi's singing voice from a fully professional perspective.

A Heng has not forgotten, Si Wan once said, how brilliant Chen Juan's music can be.

Of course, my mother once said that Yanxi followed her to learn the piano when she was young, and for a whole year, she could only play a small dance song.

Tian grew up a pair of piano hands, but his sensitivity to music was surprisingly poor.Therefore, why is Yanxi?

Rosemary was clearly prepared and chose Yanxi, or his goal from the beginning was Yanxi.A Heng even had an illusion that he was sparing no effort to pull Yan Xi to this way. That set of rhetoric, Yan Xi's interest and classmate friendship were too perfunctory.

He should have seen Yiyanxi's usual keenness.However, this young man lingered in the poppy of spirit and even soul, and he had already lost control.

Rosemary is clearly aware of this weakness in Xi's character.He knew Yanxi very well, this was too much beyond Aheng's vision, and it was too scary, because she didn't know the purpose of this weird boy from the beginning.

From his disguised return to the country, not mentioning a word about the past, to Si Wan's strong rejection of him being close to Yanxi, everything is like a hazy fog that cannot be removed.

"This sentence is in 6/8 time, in A major. It starts first and then closes. It is wrong." Rosemary frowned and pointed to the sheet music.

"Why is it wrong again?" Yanxi whispered, looking at the score with wide eyes, as if to see a hole, her expression was ignorant and cute.

A Heng recovered his mind, laughed, and walked to the kitchen to prepare a few glasses of juice.

"Chen Juan, thank you." A Heng handed the juice to the enchanting man dressed in women's clothing, and interrupted his reprimand to Yan Xi with a smile.

"A Heng..." Yanxi looked at A Heng with watery eyes, and pitifully stretched out his hand for juice, like a braised pork rice waiting to be fed.

"Take it yourself." A Heng smiled, turned faintly, and took Sindayi to the hallway.She left him complete space.

Don’t regret, don’t have regret...

The selection date is in mid-July, and the final exam is in early July.Si Wan categorically would not allow Yan Xi to be in his first year in high school again. Once this scepticism passed the exam, he was stationed at Yanjia and actively reviewed his homework for Yanxi every day.

Rosemary always smiled at Si Wan's behavior, as if she knew he would be like this a long time ago, so she agreed with interest, and practiced vocalization after the final exam.

"Aheng, you..." Si Wan said to Aheng but stopped.

A Heng calmly, she knows what Si Wan wants to say, why not stop Yan Xi?Everyone felt that this was wrong. Everyone felt that Yanxi had a very comfortable life. She went to play groups after she was full. What's more ridiculous was that she had to be an artist.According to his status, power and position, which one is not easy to catch, why is it so?

Or, Si Wan believes that Yanxi can only be elegant enough not to be contaminated with the dust of the world, like white snow, being held in the palm of the hand?

Although, she has always been like this... hoping.

However, words of hope are independent, and free words of hope are words of hope. They are neither words of thoughts nor Aheng.Only when he is willing to belong to a person can he be restrained but still happy.

However, she is so stupid and pedantic by nature. Before such a person appears, how can she ensure the peace and joy of this young man?

No more point, no less than an inch, it is really troublesome.

The final exam is finally over and the summer vacation officially begins.Yanjia became a base. Sindayi and Si Wan stayed in Yanjia all day, eating and drinking, completely free from the discipline of their elders.

Yanxi destroys everyone's ears every day.Siwan has restraint, only hiding upstairs; Sindayi doesn’t care so much, when Yanxi speaks, she will cover her ears and yell to express her pain; the stewed pork rice chorus, around the master’s forehead He went around and shouted "Stewed pork and stewed pork, incomprehensible and incomprehensible".

Yan Xi was angry, and threw people and birds together.

On the day before the trials, even Ah Heng felt that the beautiful classmate Rou Si was about to be tortured to the point that she could only breathe out, so Yan Xi found the right tone.Coupled with postures and movements, when you look closely, it looks alike, making people unable to move their eyes.

"A Heng." Yan hoped A Heng, he was seeking her affirmation.

Aheng licked his dry lips, not looking at Yanxi: "Tomorrow, we will prepare water and lozenges."

Yanxi breathed lightly, looking at Aheng with big eyes.

Sindayi looked at the two, feeling the atmosphere awkward, consciously not making noise.

Rosemary just smiled, the phoenix tail in the corner of her eyes sharp.

Si Wan stood on the second floor, leaning on the railing with her elbow, and smiled and said, "A Heng, prepare some ribs."

Aheng smiled, nodded and said, "Okay."

At 6 o'clock in the morning on the second day, Rosemary took Yanxi away, saying that he was taking him to do styling, and Aheng and the others went directly to the selection venue.Company C has subcontracted the municipal theaters and publicized it to carry through the myth of overnight fame.

When Aheng, Sindayi, and Si Wan arrived, they only saw a crowd of ebony eyes, full of seats, and even plastic seats were arranged in the aisles.Listening to the conversations of the people around, it seems that the candidates have now been sorted, the number plates have been distributed, and they are all preparing in the background.

A Heng and the others estimated that with so many people, they might not be able to see Yanxi in the backstage, but they put pressure on him, so they found a seat in the front aisle and waited.

To be honest, Ah Heng does not like men with excessive makeup. If the appearance is not outstanding enough, the effect will be amazing and terrifying, just like the few people in front of him.Everyone's expressions in the field, except for the relatives and friends of those players, everyone else is blue and purple.

A Heng started to have a headache. She knew that Yanxi was good-looking, but she was also worried that with the arrogant and unruly temperament of this young man, she would not know what avant-garde appearance would be.

The rock and roll accents shook the sky. A few of them sat in the front row. Si Wan and Sindayi were so unbearable that they could not bear to cover their ears.And Ah Heng, looking at the colorful and uncertain light in the field, looked calm and gentle.

A few good-looking and good singers also came out from behind, arousing applause.But compared to Yanxi...A Heng sighed slightly and closed his eyes slightly.

The ending is clear.

Can she only do this?

Really...it makes people unwilling.

Opened his eyes again, the young man had already stood still on the stage.

There was a lot of cheers and noise in the audience, but she clung to her knees with her hands folded, abandoning the turmoil, and her ears were clear.

Standing in a quiet corner, Yanxi's eyebrows are no longer what they usually do. They turn seductive and gorgeous. They are clearly the appearance of Ice at the concert that Aheng remembers, familiar, clear, and thrilling.

Black cloak, slim figure, pure white shirt, three unbuttoned buttons, crystal clear white skin.

The pigtails combed backwards, dark hair, and clean eyes.

Even when the breeze blows, the curve of the shirt hem... is the same.

A Heng's stomach was suffering from cramps, and the palms of his hands were soaked with sweat.She remembered that Yanxi told her that Ice committed suicide by jumping from the 13th floor apartment because of too much pressure in early 1998.

It's not that he doesn't want to go to Japan to watch his concert, but that beauty has already passed away with the wind, and his dreams have disappeared.

She remembered that when she was young, the neighbor's old man said that boys and girls have no blessings and life, but most of them are fateful.

She remembered that before Grandpa Yan left, tears flowed all the time, asking her to keep Yanxi no matter what, and make him healthy and worry-free.

She didn't understand, she didn't understand anything, she chose to believe all the rumors, but because of Yanxi's desire, she stayed away.

Suddenly, the lights went out and the audience was in an uproar.

When it lights up again, it is dark all around, and the light only shines in the center of the stage.

But there stood another young boy, with smoky makeup, beautiful and charming.

It's Rosemary!

He snapped his fingers and the music sounded. It was Ice's famous song Fleeting Time that Yanxi had practiced thousands of times.

fleeting time.

When the young man's magnetic and explosive voice sounded on the stage, the shock of the audience was beyond words.

Chen Juan holding the microphone, his voice is gorgeous and unassuming, the real perfect look of rock and roll.

He laughed, looking at the young man standing in the shadow in the corner of the stage.

Aheng stared at the corner where Yanxi was standing, stared at the black shadow in the dark, and looked at the big eyes in the dark, slowly becoming dimmed and slowly disappearing.

Obviously everyone's eyes were on Chen Juan, and everyone had already forgotten the existence in the dark, but Aheng saw his panicked, even sad and angry soul.

He stood upright, so beautiful, but no one looked at it again, never again.

A Heng felt that her blood was flowing backwards. She stood up with some difficulty, clutched the plastic seat below her tightly, and walked forward with a roar in her ears.

What a strange feeling, in such a big world and such a noisy crowd, but you can only hear your own footsteps.

"Aheng, where are you going?" Si Wan's worried voice was drowned out by the crowd.

She walked onto the stage from one side, exhausted all her strength, and smashed the seat in her hand at Chen Juan.

She felt that she wanted to kill him.

When the music stopped abruptly, when everyone was silent, she stretched out her hand and firmly grasped the boy in the corner of the stage.

"Yanxi, go home."

The young man stood in the dark, looking at her, what was too late to put away was the vague alienation and suspicion in his eyes.

Suddenly, he smiled, holding her hands in a soft gesture, but when he raised his head, his eyes were filled with careless indifference and sharpness.

She looked back at his gaze, a little bit sad and angry.

Some treasures are stuck in the chest, staggering, unable to find the way out.

She grabbed Yanxi's hand and stopped looking at him, just ran forward.In my mind, at that time, there was only one thought: go home, go home soon.She wants to bring Yanxi home.

However, when he got home, Aheng's movements were nothing but machinery.She took Yanxi directly to the bathroom, turned on the shower, picked up the nozzle, and tested the temperature with her palms.

Cold, hot, warm.

"Aheng, what are you doing?" Yanxi smiled, his face was clearer and more beautiful than usual.

"Close your eyes." A Heng was expressionless.

"Oh." Yanxi closed her eyes obediently.

She took a towel, dipped it in water, and gently wiped the carefully carved makeup on his face.

"It hurts." Yanxi said, pouting.

"Endure." A Heng's face was cold, his face was angry, but the movements of his hands were softer.The eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth...slowly show their authenticity.

She wiped the boy's forehead until she saw the little childish fluff she was familiar with, and her breathing disorder eased slightly.

After a long time, A Hengfu spoke again: "Head down."

Yan Xi obediently lowered her head.A Heng frowned and untied the ribbon on the boy's head a little bit.

"Doesn't it look good?" Yanxi said, jokingly.

Aheng was silent, looking at the hairspray and hairpin in his hand, quietly took the shampoo, gently rubbed the boy's wet black hair with his palms, rubbed it for a long time, and washed it out.The soft black hair still smelled of hairspray, an unpleasant, suffocating smell.

The second time, the third time, there is still the smell of imprints that cannot be removed.

In the bathroom, it was so quiet that there was only a slow sound of running water.

Suddenly, with a loud noise, the girl threw the sprinkler in her hand.

"Where is it so good? A boy who is not good at being your man, what kind of girl, what kind of braid, ugly, ugly! I have never seen someone as ugly and ugly as you! "

Ah Heng roared and trembling, his voice was loud, almost out of control, not at all the usual gentleness and effort.

"I know." Yanxi looked at her, lowered her head, looked down, and fell silent.

For a while, she asked with a hoarse voice, "What do you know!"

He raised his head, embarrassed, and wanted to speak, only to find that the girl had already wrinkled her face, holding back the sparkle in her red eyes.

He looked at her, put his head cautiously on her neck, in a quiet and dependent posture, like a child, with helplessness: "I'm sorry." With wet hair, water droplets fell quietly.

A Heng gently pushed him away, turned his back, and took a deep breath, but because of the tremendous depression, tears were hot and falling.

"Yanxi, don't say sorry until you learn not to suspect Wen Heng the stranger."

The phone rang.

At six o'clock in the morning, at this time, who will it be?

Aheng took the phone and said, "Who?"

The other party laughed: "Me, Chen Juan."

Aheng's tone was cold: "Something?"

"I thought you would thank me. Unexpectedly...it really hurts the friendship at the table." Chen Juan's voice was joking.

"Where do you come from so much self-righteousness?" A Heng's voice was icy.

"Isn't it? I replaced Yanxi's singing and didn't push him to the footsteps of Ice. I don't think you can't fail to see how similar the dark and rebellious part of Yanxi and Ice's character is." Chen Juan's tone was determined.

"You always hate Yanxi, don't you?" A Heng took a deep breath and said calmly.

"If you were me, if you were so obsessed with someone who missed Yanxi deeply, what would you do?" The other party still laughed, relaxed like an old friend chatting.

"So, take revenge on Yanxi?" Her tone became increasingly cold.

The other party chuckled: "At first, I thought so, but suddenly I felt tired. I realized that things were not what I expected, so I wanted to stop.

"Later, you have seen it. Although Yanxi was not satisfied, I didn't do anything heinous." He felt that he couldn't be more confident.

"After all, I didn't cause any real harm to Yanxi, did I?"

However, it was really depressing to be almost disfigured.A Heng's impulse that day completely exceeded his expectations.This girl has always been sensible, although it is not as good as the person's deserted wisdom, but at least compared to Si Wan, she is more intelligent and transparent than Si Wan.

He still doesn't know why A Heng was so annoyed that day, his expression exploded, as if he wanted to kill and then hurry.

Even Wen Siwan didn't do that. Did he guess too shallowly, or did she hide too deep?

But the other end of the phone was always silent and cold, Chen Juan could hear the breath of the person on that end, surging, suppressed, and clearly hidden in the dark, invisible anger.

After a long time, she opened her mouth, and thunder exploded above her head like a thunder: "Don't fucking tell me you can't see it. What Yanxi is most afraid of is not being buried in the ground like that shit Ice, but being abandoned by the world. !"

The boy was holding the microphone, unable to move, indescribably... shocked.

This was the first time in his life he heard A Heng swear.