The tide-like screams and cheers made time go back like a silhouette, and returned to the grand stage with youthful atmosphere in those years.
Surrounded by sound and light, Chi Xueyan blinked reflexively, sweat condensed in front of his forehead, and the faces of the friends under the stage were hazy.
In fact, he doesn't remember himself at that time. The poster has more gentle and soft black hair, but now it seems quite strange.
If you often have happy days, you will rarely feel the past.
However, in today's specially arranged self-slap session, he rarely has a little nostalgia for youth.
And the generosity of this group of old classmates.
After generously announcing his marriage, Chi Xueyan stood among the petals on the ground, let go of the inclined microphone shelf, and was about to get off the stage, but his eyes fixed in the crowd below.
He seemed to see a figure that shouldn't have appeared here.
So, the audience, who was constantly excited, noticed the subtly changing expression of the bassist.
At first, his helpless smile was stained with a trace of surprise, and soon, it was replaced by a kind of frankness.
Then, he lowered his eyes and held the microphone again.
The friends immediately calmed down, thinking that the protagonist of tonight's bachelor party still had something to say.
Maybe it's about the unexpected love, maybe it's about the sudden surging youth.
But Chi Xueyan just stared at a certain part of the crowd for a long time, and a beautiful smile gradually appeared on her delicate face.
He stood in the dazzling tracking light and stretched out his hand in the dark direction under the stage. His tone was bright: "Did you forget to bring flowers?"
With this unusual question, everyone looked there.
I don't know when, a strange guest came to the bar and listened to the music of the summer night with them.
In the bar, which was suddenly quiet, the man in the white shirt looked at the brilliant figure on the stage, and his gentle voice was wrapped with a heartwarming smile.
"Well, I forgot to bring roses."
He smoothly followed the unrehearsed opening remarks again.
Immediately, someone suddenly realized the identity of the stranger.
It's the other half of the bassist.
He is completely different from what Chi Xueyan's lover might look like in their imagination.
But it's a strange match.
Su Yu, who was the first to recognize He Qiao, jumped up. I don't know whether he was blushing with excitement or because of alcohol. He shouted in the crowd, "Where are our flowers?! Is there any complete bouquet? I want red roses--"
"Here we go! Here it is! Hand it over quickly!"
Therefore, the late man soon really had a bunch of enthusiastically sponsored roses.
In the screams that were even crazier than just now, the most special audience tonight consciously took the stage with flowers and walked to the bassist at the focus of sight.
The overwhelming sound waves made the scene almost like a marriage proposal.
There are only two figures left in the center of the stage.
Chi Xueyan looked at the band members who retreated to one side in time. She didn't know how it developed into this, so she had to take the initiative to explain, "I'm kidding."
In fact, when he saw He Qiao appear, he was at a loss for a moment.
This is not in the plan.
He didn't plan to let He Qiao see himself getting along with his friends and himself standing on the stage to declare his marriage.
The self that has not been revealed in front of Heqiao.
This is something outside the rules.
So he used the most ostentious sentence to hide the subtlety in his heart.
He Qiao nodded with a smile: "I know."
He is also joking.
But there is a bouquet of real roses.
Chi Xueyan looked at him for a moment and clearly saw the petals fluttering all over the sky falling on his shoulders.
Pure white shirt and crimson petals, the past years and the sparkling present.
Unlike the restrained refusal in those years, this time, after a few seconds of pause, Chi Xueyan naturally reached out and hugged Hua.
The moment the flowers fell into his arms, he sighed in a low voice, "It's a bit like a wedding rehearsal."
Dreamlike rain of flowers, the warmest guests, the smell of love spread everywhere in the air.
He Qiao felt the same me: "It's more romantic than the rehearsal."
If Sheng Xiaoyue witnesses the idol drama tonight, he will definitely propose to set up the same stage at the wedding site.
Chi Xueyan listened to his thoughtful tone, immediately guessed what he was thinking, and also laughed.
He didn't ask why the He Qiao, who was agreed to see you tomorrow, suddenly appeared here.
Late at night, reveling with friends, unpredictable alcohol.
If it were him, he might have taken the initiative to pick him up.
After all, there is only more than a day left before the wedding, and this is the last superficial work.
Because of the appearance of Heqiao, the party, which was about to end, was suddenly injected with new fun.
For example, lawyer Su, who had been drunk to the point of confusion, suddenly returned to the light, energetically pulled the newcomers and did not let go, and did not forget to gossip even if he spoke upside down.
"I thought you were finally set up by me, but I still didn't play with you." Su Yu's eyes moved back and forth between the two, and his tone was quite unwilling, "Unexpectedly, you showed off a big show."
Chi Xueyan looked at Lawyer Su shaking her head, and her fists were a little itchy.
So he didn't say bluntly that He Qiao's appearance was just an accident.
After all, they cooperated too well, and I'm afraid no one would believe it if it was a coincidence.
In the face of friends who met Chi Xueyan for the first time, He Qiao showed a good temper as always and answered every curious question.
Chi Xueyan even felt that he was seriously trying to remember everyone's self-introduction name.
Compared with the party attended by He Qiao last time, his attitude was somewhat unright.
But it doesn't matter. The drunken people are the most.
After the lively stage performance and the sudden arrival of Heqiao, Chi Xueyan, who was very drunk, also became a little drunk.
He nestled in the bar box, with a beautiful rose on his right hand, a well-dressed newlywed lover on his left, and a faint twinkling star in his eyes.
The bad friends who didn't mind the excitement tried to expose him and said to He Qiaosha, "Let me tell you, today's stage was specially arranged by us. Xiaochi certainly didn't tell you. That was the orientation party in his sophomore year..."
Chi Xueyan frowned, picked up a pillow and threw it over, and scolded with a smile, "Noise."
The friend ran to get wine and snacks with a laugh. He Qiao took the man's unfinished words and raised his eyebrows: "The orientation party of the sophomore year?"
Chi Xueyan shook her head calmly: "Nothing, it's just the same program."
In fact, He Qiao had guessed what probably happened during the performance. Instead of poking through Chi Xueyan's cover, he gently moved a glass of warm water to the other party.
Chi Xueyan took a sip and frowned: "Is this water or wine? Why is it hot?"
He Qiao picked up the pillow he had just thrown away and put it back in his arms: "You're drunk."
It's a pity that there is no alcohol soup in the bar, and there is no sugar fried chestnuts.
Chi Xueyan hugged the pillow silently. After a while, she asked him as if nothing had happened, "Have you seen the poster?"
He Qiao quickly chose a clever answer: "What poster?"
Chi Xueyan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Nothing."
He still showed every emotion generously as usual.
He Qiao vaguely wanted to laugh a little.
But Chi Xueyan was quietly hugging the pillow and sitting beside him, and the light of the bar swimming on his fair cheeks.
They are particularly close to each other.
At a distance where they could hear each other's breathing, Chi Xueyan remembered something and came over and asked, "Do you have sugar?"
Inheriting his father's habit of eating sweets, he is a dentist who loves candy.
Of course, out of professional instinct, he will supervise the whole family to brush their teeth well.
He Qiao subconsciously looked at the bar not far away, and the glass bowl seemed to be full of crystal clear sugar: "I'll get it."
After receiving the sugar, the dentist, who had been tired all day, was trapped in the rich sweetness and accidentally fell asleep for a while.
When he woke up again, Chi Xueyan's ears were still noisy.
He Qiao has been sitting beside him.
He closed his eyes lazily. In the hazy, he heard a familiar voice that seemed to be inexhaustible patience.
"It's not a friend's introduction, nor a chance encounter. We met on a blind date."
He Qiao is chatting with Chi Xueyan's friends.
"Is it true? Is it a blind date arranged by Aunt Han? I thought Xiaochi would deal with it casually every time he went there..."
This is Su Yu, a drunkard who is not like a stable lawyer at all.
"Really." There was a hint of witty helplessness in He Qiao's tone, "He did have a little deal, or more than a little."
It's easy to imagine.
Everyone laughed almost at the same time.
"So who took the initiative after the blind date!" The lively female voice deliberately lowered a little, "Before Xiaochi wakes up, you tell us secretly, and I will keep it a secret."
This is a female friend who has always been curious about his love life.
Hearing this question, He Qiao seemed to look back at the people around him, and then said apologeticly, "I also have to keep it a secret."
He thought for a moment and added, "But I didn't forget to bring flowers that day."
On a hot summer night, the car was full of countless flowers.
The air suddenly spread with a toothache sound.
"Okay, we know the answer!"
"Damnful stinky couple, I also want to fall in love after it..."
"Are you stupid? You're not a couple anymore. They have already received the certificate, okay?"
Some people also said solemnly, "Happy wedding, congratulations."
...This seems to be a friend who confessed to him a long time ago.
He Qiao didn't realize it and thanked politely.
The slender eyelashes moved quietly in the shadow, and Chi Xueyan decided to stop pretending to sleep.
He can't remember how he rejected this friend at that time.
He guessed that the most likely thing should be a simple and rough sentence: Sorry, I don't want to fall in love.
The dark light hovered on his face. At the same time as Chi Xueyan opened his eyes, the gentle words of the people around him also flowed into his ears.
"It's late. Do you want to go home?"
So he obediently let go of the pillow: "Okay."
Now, Chi Xueyan is almost ready to repent.
Under the influence of strong alcohol, he forgot the true relationship between each other for a moment, as if they were really passionate partners.
Partners should understand each other.
Know everything about each other.
He Qiao took him away, said goodbye to his friends who had been together all night, and sat in the car with him in the sea of newlyweds.
The long street was covered with the sadness in the middle of the night. The moonlight was like sweet cream, and bright flowers bloomed on the glass window.
The driver closed the door for them, returned to the front seat, silently raised the partition screen, and took the initiative to ensure the privacy of the boss.
Chi Xueyan looked at the black baffle that completely separated the front and rear space of the car, with a subtle expression: "Is it really soundproof?"
"It should be." He Qiao said, "Do you want to try to call him?"
"No." Chi Xueyan immediately shook her head, "This is so stupid."
But he has a more stupid question to ask.
"Heqiao." He called his lover's name.
The lover replied, "I'm here."
The vehicle moved slowly. Chi Xueyan no longer hesitated and asked softly, "What is your life like in the He family?"
He still asked out.
This is a problem that I intended to keep in my heart forever.
The freedom that once did not interfere with each other.
Maybe the moonlight tonight was too special, and He Qiao, who has always been calm and rational, did not refuse.
"This is a long story." He said.
"It doesn't main." Chi Xueyan was excited, "I have enough time."
The driver drove the car so slowly, as if to let the story that happened in a secret place grow wildly.
He Qiao smiled and asked gently, "From whose perspective do you want to listen from?"
His patient tone reminded Chi Xueyan of the game console for no reason. As long as he threw in enough coins, he would constantly experience unknown adventures.
So he expected to throw in a shiny coin.
"Dad." Chi Xueyan changed to a more comfortable sitting posture, "Let's start with the elders."
If you want to find a root cause for the rift between the two brothers, He Huaili must be an inescavoidable person.
Although in Chi Xueyan's opinion, He Huaili doesn't look like an eccentric father.
He Qiao's expression didn't change much. He seemed to have expected what he was thinking and said, "He is not biased. If he wants to say something, maybe he favors the eldest son more."
"He Huaili and his first wife are childhood sweethearts. They both grew up in a poor family. They have known each other for more than ten years and have a deep affection. They have surpassed love. Until now, he has not forgotten his wife who died early, and there are still photos of her on the desk."
"He didn't plan to remarry. If his dead wife hadn't given birth to He Xiao, maybe he would have chosen to die alone."
He Qiao talked about the affectionate father in a very plain tone.
"But he raised He Xiao alone for three years. At the same time, his career was booming. He really lacked skills in split-up, but he couldn't let go of both sides."
On the one hand, I neglected to take care of my late wife's children, and on the other hand, I imagined a better future with her at the end of the world and the foundation of working hard together.
Chi Xueyan thought that this was indeed a dilemma.
"At first, he found a nanny, but no matter whether the food cooked by the nanny was salty or light, and whether the host's attitude was good or bad when he was not at home, when he asked, He Xiao would only say that everything was fine, don't worry."
"The nanny can't replace her mother, and no one can replace her mother, but He Xiao is only eight years old. He Huaili thinks that maybe at this age, he may accept another woman as his mother."
So Sheng Xiaoyue appeared.
He Qiao looked out of the window where the scenery was slowly flowing: "After they got married, He Xiao did get the most proper care. He Huaili saw that they got along well. He Xiao took the initiative to change his mouth and called his mother, and then gradually relaxed and felt that he had taken the right path."
"Later, when He Qiao was born, He Huaili treated his two sons equally and let them choose the path they wanted to take. In fact, he did not agree with He Xiao's excessive doting on his brother, but he thought that maybe He Xiao was making up for his unhappy childhood through He Qiao, so he acquiesced."
"In He Huaili's opinion, this is a happy family. Although there are inevitable regrets, he has tried his best to make up for and balance."
The coin fell into the stomach of the game machine. The father's perspective came to the end, and He Qiao's words began to fade.
Chi Xueyan decided to name the coin a pragmatic idealist.
He quietly waited for the afterglow of the story to dissipate, and then took the initiative to ask, "What about mom?"
He Qiao's eyes were stained with a smile of emotion: "Her perspective will be simpler."
Sheng Xiaoyue was originally a simple and pure person.
"She grew up in abundant happiness. Her parents loved her, her conditions were excellent, and she had many admirers, but the only thing she liked was He Huaili, who had just rich at that time."
People who have been happy since childhood are often attracted by the pain that seems to be bright and deep, and they want to be a savior.
"She took the initiative to pursue He Huaili and took the initiative to buy all kinds of small gifts for young He Xiao. On the day when He Xiao finally took over the toy she bought, He Huaili frankly told her that he wanted to find a mother for He Xiao than find another wife for himself."
There is no doubt that Sheng Xiaoyue didn't mind.
"She cared about He Xiao, who was still very young at that time, from the bottom of her heart. She felt that the father and son were very good people. They deserved to have the warmth and care from their families, as she had experienced."
"After Sheng Xiaoyue and He Huaili got married, Wanjia Group became bigger and bigger, beyond anyone's imagination, but for her, this is not the most important thing."
"She also felt that she had made the right choice, because to this day, He Huaili is still the best person in her eyes. He has indeed lived up to her sincerity, and has not changed half because of the surge in wealth."
"He Huaili owns thousands of families, and she has the happiest home she can imagine."
Accompanied by He Qiao's gentle narration, Chi Xueyan remembered the album that was happily held in front of him, on which was a pair of wedding rings dotted with flames and snowflakes respectively.
This coin is an innocent artist.
For a family of four, more than half of the coins have been thrown into the game console.
Chi Xueyan grabbed the two non-existent coins and wandered in front of the door of imagination: "Who should be next? Heqiao? He Xiao?"
He Qiao did not avoid the same name: "He Qiao."
When it came to the character who was most closely related to him, Chi Xueyan put on a particularly serious posture and listened attentively.
"He feels that he has a good father, a good mother and a good brother. Although he is not as good as his brother, it doesn't matter. Anyway, he admires his brother, and his life is perfect enough. His mother taught him to be content.
He Qiao paused and said half jokingly, "This is all He Qiao."
This is the end of his narrative.
This coin is a happy fool.
Chi Xueyan was stunned. After reacting for a long time, she bent her eyes, as if she was laughing.
In fact, he felt a little sad.
There are still He Xiao's coins left.
But he doesn't really want to throw it into the game console.
But He Qiao continued to talk consciously: "He Xiao's perspective is the most complex, so I want to use a more understandable person."
"What is the name of the person?"
"You."
Chi Xueyan opened her eyes slightly.
The second-person story swept in like flowing water.
"You used to have the best pair of parents. They were close to each other and walked through the most difficult days in their lives. They sincerely loved each other and loved you, so you never felt that life was hard at that time."
"Unfortunately, just when everything was about to turn around, your mother, who was in poor physical physique, passed away. You only have to hide your grief, but you still have to support your father."
"You began to depend on your father. In fact, you completely understood him, understood that he accidentally burned his food when he talked on the phone, understood that he forgot to confirm whether he had dried the socks and stuffed them into you, and understood that everything in the mess in life, because you both miss the person who left."
"But three years later, the father who began to become successful asked you if you wanted a mother, a new mother. He said he wanted to find someone to take care of you.
"Every father who wants to remarry says so. And every stranger who is outside will come up and tell you mysteriously that as long as you have a stepmother, you have a stepfather.
"My stepmother is a very elegant woman. She bought you toys and asked you where you wanted to go to play. She is bright and beautiful. She can't cook, but she knows art. She looks more suitable to stand next to her current father than her haggard and thin mother in a black-and-white photo frame.
"So you stretched out your hand and took the toy she gave you."
"Later, you had a younger brother again. The magnificent home was full of his brother's crying and laughter. He always kept calling his mother in a childish voice. After giving birth to a child, the mother, who was still young and beautiful, would sing him the lullaby in the fairy tale and teach him the art that was not used in ordinary life early."
"When she teaches him to distinguish between Baroque and Rococo, you will suddenly think of your childhood. The mother with a rough palm stands in the field and teaches you how to distinguish between rice and barb."
"You still remember that the leaf veins of the mare white, which is the difference between it and green rice. But your father is laughing because of his little son who is holding his hair and refuses to let go, and his beautiful and lively wife is also laughing happily.
"Guess he doesn't remember the weedy bush anymore."
At this time, He Qiao stopped to talk.
In the constantly flowing panic night, Chi Xueyan seemed to see the imaginary wilderness. In it, she heard the sound of the wind blowing the sparse grass.
He suddenly felt more sad.
The fourth coin completely fell into the empty chest of the game machine.
Chi Xueyan initially thought that he would give this coin a more magnificent name, such as "the thoughtful glasses man", "the determined ambitious man", or "the second villain second only to me".
As a result, he thought about it for a long time and found that the coin was just a five-year-old child who had lost his mother.
After that, he walked into the darkness paranoidly all the way.
The unknown stories stored in the game machine are all on demand.
The four coins passed through the winding passages and fell crisply into different acrylic grids, looking at each other through the transparency.
It seems to be the closest and farthest distance in the world.
After a long silence, He Qiao first said, "Do you regret listening to this story?"
Chi Xueyan thought for a bit and answered him honestly, "A little bit."
He heard that everyone lives in their own perspective, using it to love and hate.
Therefore, the relationship between the He family has gradually become an inexplicable deadlock.
The only good thing is that there is no obvious emotion in He Qiao's voice, and it seems that he is always telling a story that has nothing to do with him.
It is a good thing to be an outsider in such a difficult story.
Hearing what he said, He Qiao smiled and said, "Fortunately, there is only a little bit."
"It's not your fault. You are very good at telling stories and are suitable for a children's dentist." Chi Xueyan joked, "In exchange, you can also ask me a question."
He Qiao was silent for a while when he heard the words.
Just when Chi Xueyan thought he was going to give up the opportunity to ask questions, he heard a very serious voice: "Why did you dye your hair red?"
Chi Xueyan couldn't help laughing: "You said you didn't see the poster."
"Sorry." He Qiao admitted his mistake very well, "I lied before."
He guessed that Chi Xueyan didn't want to see the poster, so he answered no at that time.
But He Qiao did see the black-haired Chi Xueyan.
Undeniably, he wants to know the reason.
Chi Xueyan answered very cheerfully: "It's because of a child."
When he said this sentence, his voice was covered with a soft smile, which made people couldn't help looking at his expression.
He Qiao saw that he was in a good mood and smiled, and his expression showed a little nostalgia.
"At that time, I had just become a practicing doctor and entered the current clinic." Chi Xueyan said, "One morning, a little boy came to the clinic, brought by his mother."
"He had apical periarthritis, which had been seriously delayed and needed to be treated with a root canal, but he was particularly uncooperative. He held a handpiece tightly throughout the whole process, as if he was about to run away at any time. As soon as I approached him, he shouted for help, and shouted heartbreakingly. His mother had to apologize to me desperately."
He Qiao quickly imagined the strange scene and raised the corners of his mouth.
"It just so happens that I know the hand-held thing in his arms, so I want to take the opportunity to chat with him and let him relax. That's the most powerful character in a cartoon. He has red hair and can store mysterious power in his bones and teeth. He is very powerful and is a character admired by children.
Chi Xueyan said with a she couldn't help laughing, "Then I realized that he had always believed in this way of preserving power, so he refused to let others touch his teeth, saying that it would turn him into an ordinary child without superpowers."
"His mother listened to him so seriously beside him. She was a little embarrassed, but she still whispered to him that letting the doctor see a dentist would not hurt his superpowers."
"It turns out that his mother has been guarding this naive idea."
Chi Xueyan paused and smiled: "So I thought of my mother. I believed that there was a Santa Claus in the world for a long time, because my mother dressed my father like that every year. Even if I fell asleep, I had to put the gift in my socks to take off my white beard."
The past came, intertwined with the alcohol deposited overnight, and slowly turned into a re-emerging drowsiness.
"I saw that he grabbed the hand and stood alone on the edge of the dental chair. His expression looked so desperate, so I told his mother to bring him here in the afternoon."
"When they came in the afternoon, I would already have red hair."
Chi Xueyan raised the corners of her lips slightly: "I didn't have time to eat at noon that day. I sat in the barbershop while waiting for my hair to color and called my friends to find clothes."
"I dressed up as that hand-held character. Fortunately, the shape of that cartoon is not too stupid."
"When he and his mother saw me, they opened their mouths stupidly. It seemed that they didn't know where to put them. They were completely stunned."
Chi Xueyan reached out and rubbed her red and hot cheeks, and tried to keep the words complete: "I'll take the opportunity to ask him if I can treat your teeth? He looked at me blankly and asked, is this a wig?"
"I said, you can touch it. He thought for a while, really stretched out his hand and grabbed my hair, and then stopped talking. He looked shocked and began to be at my behalf.
The dazzling red hair trembled gently. He Qiao saw that his sleepiness was surging up and quietly lent a shoulder.
Chi Xueyan leaned up naturally, and the ending was long: "It turns out that this is what it feels like to be Santa Claus."
The light hair stroked the ear, and the warm sigh fell between the neck.
He Qiao heard his heartbeat and his own: "Later, you have always had red hair?"
"Well, it's pretty cool." Chi Xueyan nodded slightly and smiled, "The clinic leaders have opinions, but they are also shocked by me. Moreover, I think this is a work-related injury - for the hair of uncooperative little patients, right?"
"Right." He Qiao smiled and accompanied the drunkard, "It's a work-related injury."
So from then on, Chi Xueyan, a children's dentist with red hair, became an exception.
He is indeed the most special exception.
For a little boy who believes in superpowers, he dyed his beautiful black hair into a color that often creates prejudice.
People who are usually ostentious and wanton lean on his shoulder like this.
In the silence, the heart is pounding like an illusion.
"Actually, I still have a coin in my palm." Chi Xueyan suddenly said.
It's another strange metaphor.
He Qiao knew that he didn't have any coins in his hand.
He asked patiently, "What coin?"
"The coin that belongs to Heqiao." Chi Xueyan's voice was extremely soft, "You haven't told me his story yet."
It's about the close at hand, another Heqiao.
Perhaps this is the puzzle he has always wanted to know most.
At the beginning of the words, Chi Xueyan struggled out of her sleepiness and waited for the answer when she suddenly realized a neglected detail.
They are holding hands in the back seat of the car without spectators.
He leaned on He Qiao's shoulder and looked sideways at the entangled fingers.
The body temperature passed through the skin texture, and it was amazingly hot, and I don't know when it was already ten-fingered.
That happened to be the right hand that He Qiao injured for him.
The scab on the palm of the hand has quietly faded, and the new skin at the scar is light and smooth pink, with a kind of softness and truth that is not easy to detect.
The feeling of holding hands this time is completely different from the feeling in the past.
And he couldn't find a suitable adjective.
Chi Xueyan's fingers gently touched the warm and fragile scar, and time quieted down, like feathers wandering in the wind.
Words suddenly became no longer necessary.
There will be no rain tonight.
But all the accumulated rain seems to be condensed at the fingertips at this moment.