15

Zhong Yue is not a slim person, at least not for Bai Yang.

Even if Bai Yang didn't go to see him, he wouldn't care about anything. But when Bai Yang poked his head out of the door of the ward, Zhong Yue still smiled happily.

Li Nian was not here, and Bai Yang was also very happy. Bai Yang dragged the Yuanzu dessert and ran to Zhong Yue's bed: "Xiao Zhong! I'll give it to you! Do you want to eat spicy crayfish? I'll bring it to you tomorrow!"

Zhong Yue looked at him with a smile, "Sweet, sweet food... don't eat too much, right, your throat... is not good, spicy, and spicy too."

As he said this, he still opened the Poplar's snacks in his hand and tasted them.

"tasty."

Zhong Yue will basically not stutter if he says less than three words.

Bai Yang deeply realized what it means to be good-looking. If others disliked his gift, he would have been going up to beat people long ago. But Xiao Zhong was so beautiful, he was right to say anything.

The two of them had a snack for a while, and Bai Yang looked at Zhong Yue with his eyes.

"Xiao Zhong, can you teach me to sing?"

Before Zhong Yue could speak, Bai Yang blocked Zhong Yue's mouth with his cell phone: "Xiao Zhong, your throat is injured! Let's type!"

Zhong Yue was puzzled. I could speak just now.

Bai Yang begged to look at him: "You are too troublesome to speak..."

Zhong Yue felt a little wronged.

After being wronged, the two of them started WeChat communication head-to-head.

Bai Yang always thought that he was singing pretty well, after all, he had been a McGrab. Of course, now he knew that he was indeed singing very badly.

Bai Yang:【Did I really sing so badly?】

Zhong Yue:【It’s not...but there are indeed many minor problems.】

Poplar: [What questions?]

Zhong Yue: [Your voice is very clear and transparent. Such sound quality is actually quite rare, it is considered a youth voice. If you use this sound well, it is really pleasing.]

Bai Yang was a little excited by his praise: "Don't praise me, talk about problems, talk about problems."

Zhong Yue: [...You sing, the pitch is fine and the rhythm is fine, but the breath is very bad and it is very urgent. Although the rhythm is right, I always feel like you are rushing. And you always like to play some false sounds in places where you shouldn’t show off your skills…]

Bai Yang: […] No, I’m not showing off my skills, I can’t sing if I don’t pinch my throat…

Zhong Yue: [Just the song of our preliminary competition, I actually hope to highlight the clarity of your voice. But every time you sing the ending sound, you hurriedly take it back, so I have to make it up for you...]

Poplar: [What should I do, is it lengthened?]

Poplar exaggeratedly for a while.

Zhong Yue laughed.

Zhong Yue: [How to say it, in fact, if you sing in fake sounds in that place, it is actually the right way to make it look round, but our song is a campus folk song. I want the feeling of a big boy singing casually. If you sing fake sounds in that place, you feel that it is not that innocent.]

Zhong Yue: [How to say idioms, I don’t harm the meaning with words. I personally think that the truth of artistic conception can touch people more than simple skills.]

Bai Yang: […Xiao Zhong.]

Zhong Yue:【?】

Bai Yang: [You are so amazing, you are my male god.]

Zhong Yue:【…】

Bai Yang: [But I don’t even have the skills you said. I really can’t sing, so I screamed at the top of my throat...]

...Zhong Yue suddenly felt like he had played the piano for a long time.

Zhong Yue: [...You should practice running more to increase your lung capacity, remember to hang your throat every day. Come to the rehearsal room, I will take you to practice your voice.]

Bai Yang was so grateful that he hugged Zhong Yue. The two of them were having a happy chat, and Li Nian came in from outside.

"What are you two doing?"

Li Nian stretched out her head and immediately turned her back: "What are you talking on the opposite side of your mouth? Zhong Yue speaks well, he is not a mute!"

Bai Yang was unhappy: "Didn't you say you won't come today?"

Li Nianheng glanced at him: "The hospital was opened by your father Jin, not by you. What you said doesn't count. Go to your father Jin."

The poplar ran away.

Li Nian looked at Zhong Yue with a calm face.

Zhong Yue pinched his cell phone and tried hard to look back at Li Nian quietly.

"A mouth is so troublesome? Can you kill me if you open your mouth?"

Zhong Yue felt wronged and refused to argue, so he started playing with his phone in anger.

Li Nian reached out and touched Zhong Yue's throat: "Does it still hurt?"

Suddenly, Zhong Yue's heart hopped violently.

"It's already...well."

Li Nian did not take his hand away, and slowly stroked Zhong Yue's face.

Zhong Yue stared at his phone screen.

His earlobes are very thin and hot now.

I don’t know why, but when Li Nian looked at him, he didn’t dare to look back. The more Li Nian stared at him, the less courage he had.

I only dare to look at Li Nian when it is meaningless.

Li Nian smiled, let go of his hand, and sat down one foot away from Zhong Yue, "Xiao Zhong, don't blame me, I'm very anxious. You are obviously so good, you can be better."

When there was no one, Li Nian called him "Xiao Zhong".

Zhong Yue raised his head and lowered his eyes.

Li Nianji naturally pulled Zhong Yue's hand and slowly twisted Zhong Yue's fingers, like twisting his inseparable smoke.

"Can you get along with Poplar?"

Zhong Yue nodded.

Li Nian suddenly pinched Zhong Yue's fingertips hard: "Speak."

Zhong Yue felt pain, and fine sweat came out of the tip of his nose: "Where you can get it."

Li Nian didn't let go, but still pinched Zhong Yue: "He called you Xiao Zhong, I think you like it very much."

Zhong Yue couldn't speak and tried his best to endure it and didn't say anything.

Li Nian slowly pinched Zhong Yue's fingertips, from index finger to middle finger, and then to ring finger, with an inexplicable gloom: "He is not as good as you anywhere, some people are fucking lucky."

Zhong Yue endured the pain and said, "Bai Yang... very hardworking."

Li Nian raised her eyes to look at him.

Zhong Yue did not avoid his gaze and said again: "I worked very hard."

Li Nian stared at him for a long time and let go and smiled. In the spring light, he smiled like a spring breeze, and his whole body looked gentle and harmless.

"You are the kindest." Li Nian said.

As he said that, he sat back a little further and lit a cigarette in front of the window.

"If you have a rest, we will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Next week I will contact PT Records and get a digital album." Li Nian smiled softly: "These five wasteful manuscripts will be put in, and no one will be wasted, anyway, there will be tuners."

Zhong Yue looked at Li Nian talking in confusion. Li Nian had the most common kind of smile on his face, and he looked like a person who was never angry.

Zhong Yue was obsessed with his expression, although he knew it was fake.

Li Nian smoked very quickly and was very anxious, like a poplar singing. After smoking one, she was too lazy to even take out the lighter, so she continued with the cigarette butt: "Time is tight, and you have no room for vacuum now. I have contacted several platforms and I will send it next week. I will give you a week. Try to teach poplars."

Zhong Yue nodded.

Li Nian looked at him like an arrow.

Zhong Yue hurriedly opened his mouth and said, "Okay."

Li Nian smiled with satisfaction and reached out to pat Zhong Yue's face: "I'm leaving, I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Zhong Yue saw him walking to the door and called him again: "Nian, Brother Nian!"

Li Nian turned around.

"You, you...shes less, just smoke."

Li Nian nodded: "It's because I'm not good, I shouldn't smoke in the ward."

"No, no..." Zhong Yue blushed, "Yes, it's not good for your health."

Li Nian looked at him with great interest, then twisted the cigarette out, turned around and waved to him.

Zhong Yue stretched his head and watched Li Nian sway at one step and disappear behind the door.

He was discouraged and found that he was erect again.
To be continued...