Qin Yanfeng did go backstage. The actors behind the scenes gathered together in twos and threes, some taking photos, some chatting, and some changing costumes. He leaned on the corridor outside, guarding the only way out. Many people had never seen that person until one after another people came out. He just pushed open the door and entered. In front of the makeup mirror, Shen Manzhi, who was dressed in Tsing Yi, was taking off the complicated headdress, and the makeup on his face was still beautiful and alluring. Two coins fell on the table, and the headgear was easily taken off, a familiar smell taking his breath away. Qin Yanfeng bent down in front of her, half-crouched on the ground, and held her slender hand with an extremely pious posture and deep affection. "Buy you some time." Shen Manzhi glanced at the table, his voice a little hoarse after singing, "My time is very valuable." He held up the hand in front of him, lowered his head to kiss it, and raised his eyes, "Give it to me?"
She smiled when she heard the words, and the ends of her raised eyes were full of charm and charm. She bent closer, lifted the man's chin with her free hand, and made eye contact. She tilted her head and pressed her red lips to his ear. Then I heard the suppressed breathing of the person in front of me. With a smile on her face, Shen Manzhi pushed him away and looked in the mirror to remove her makeup and accessories. After taking off his coat, Qin Yanfeng picked her up, his long dark hair falling behind him, and the two of them hid in the depths of the corridor. Shen Manzhi, wearing a white undershirt, was pushed into a corner and held his face to receive the man's unrestrained kiss. It's like I have suppressed an unbearable lust for a long time. It made her weak. "Look at me," Qin Yanfeng touched her eyes with his fingertips and said in a sexy voice, "Shen Manzhi...look at me." Like a person in a play, with affectionate expressions and tenderness. When her legs were pushed apart, she gasped slightly and looked up into a pair of red and paranoid eyes. Suddenly, I felt a little soft in my heart. This person seems to really like her. In the dim corner, the soft-smelling woman was tightly embraced by the tall body, the man's collar was slightly open, and the lip prints on his ear were even more ambiguous. It's like you want to integrate the other person into your flesh and blood to feel comfortable, but you are afraid of her pain. "Qin Yanfeng..." He gathered some strength and held up Shen Manzhi, who was about to slide down, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm here." The person in her arms was trembling slightly, and the hands wrapped around her neck were as soft as bones. Qin Yanfeng circled her wrists, lowered his head and kissed her. "Shen Manzhi, I'm here."
I won't leave you alone. For the final credits, Chi Mu searched for a long time but couldn't find Shen Manzhi, so he had no choice but to lead the other leading actors on stage, which ended perfectly. The person who was being looked for in a hurry had already been carried back to No. 1 Chang'an Mansion. Qin Yanfeng placed the person in his arms on the sofa, rubbed her head, and whispered, "I'll put the water in for you to take a bath." After saying that, he wanted to pull off the hand that was wrapped around his body, but someone grabbed him by the collar and bent him down. His red lips brushed against his Adam's apple, and it even felt like he was being licked. Shen Manzhi watched the Adam's apple in front of him roll, chuckled, and kissed him again. Qin Yanfeng stood behind her, his breathing a little disordered, he stopped her movements and stepped away slightly, "You can only do this once a month, be good, don't kiss me." Shen Manzhi stared at him without speaking. Those beautiful eyes made him soften. He deliberately teased her, but he couldn't bear to see her lively and charming appearance, so he leaned over to pick her up, whispered into her ear and walked to the bathroom. "Then this month, we will make an exception." The tenderness and lingering pathos make you blush and your heart beats hard to stop. Don't let this spring night pass you by. …… Shen Manzhi sat up, lifted his wet hair from his forehead, and looked back at the sleeping person next to him. Qin Yanfeng stayed with her all day. In the silence of the night, she got up and left the master bedroom. After taking a shower, I changed my clothes in the cloakroom, hooked the key on the storage basket and went out. The feeling of the New Year is about to dissipate on the Lantern Festival. On the bustling Beijing Avenue, snow falls on the treetops along the roadside, and red lanterns hang on both sides of the road. The speeding locomotives roared past, and the high-rise buildings were surrounded by continuous fireworks, which were as beautiful as gorgeous flower rolls. Driving all the way to the end of the Ring Road, you can hear the sound of waves lapping on the rocks and the sound of guitar playing in the distance. When the motorcycle stopped on the side of the road, Shen Manzhi turned his head, took off his helmet and buckled it on the handlebars, then turned sideways and lifted his legs to get off the motorcycle. "Sister Zhi!" Ah Fei floated over like a butterfly, the surprise in his eyes undisguised, "You're finally here!" "Awaited." She chuckled, patted A Fei on the shoulder, and walked with him to the makeshift meeting point. He Jia put out the cigarette in his hand, picked up the wine bottle in his hand and raised it towards her, with a smile in his eyes, "Let's go." Ah Fei opened a bottle of cocktail and handed it to her. She took it and looked around. Jiang Yue sat on a stool holding his guitar and looked at her quietly. Pei Ying was sitting by the campfire, turning over the meat skewers on the barbecue grill with Chen Lin.
There were scattered passers-by around. "It's all here." She looked at the familiar drum set, lowered her eyes and smiled, took two long steps to sit over, and glanced at He Jia, "The tea house is closed today?" Shen Manzhi gave Pei Ying an invitation to the Berlin City Bass Music Festival, and He Jia said he was sending her to Beijing and would meet her for dinner on the way. He Jia coughed lightly and touched the wine bottle in her hand, "Lantern Festival, it's the day of reunion." There is wine, meat, and good friends, which is a reunion. "Jiang Zai," Shen Manzhi put down the wine bottle, picked up the drumstick, turned his head and looked at the person next to him, calling softly with a light smile, "we sang a song together last month, do you remember?" Jiang Yue was stunned for a moment, nodded, and gently plucked the guitar strings with his hand. The tune was beautiful, and after eight beats, it was joined by a crisp and sonorous drum beat. He Jia laughed when he heard the first note. He played the bass in his hand a few times and blended in perfectly. "I think I'm suitable to be a singer youth blows in the wind You know even if heavy rain turns this kind of city upside down I will give you a hug ......" The vicissitudes of folk version of Little Love Song. Extremely regretful and extremely affectionate. It attracted the idle people around to gather together in twos and threes, singing softly around the bonfire. It seems like it's back to the days of Beidiao, when no one cared about the band. Occasionally, they would gather at the ruins of the construction site in their free time, and sing to their heart's content after drinking and eating. Ah Fei opened a bottle for everyone and stood proudly in the middle, "To one, to the sun, moon, heaven and earth, to the mountains, rivers and trees, to us, our friendship will last forever!" His heartless look made everyone laugh fondly. Jiang Yue looked at A Fei and dared to look boldly at the beautiful Shen Manzhi. Chen Lin didn't bother to extinguish his enthusiasm for improvisation. He just stretched out his hand to pull him straight and whispered, "Stand still." "Happy Lantern Festival!" Let’s drink this cup of reunion wine together. When wine enters my heart, I can't stop expressing my feelings. The guitar is finger-picked and the strings are moving, just like the phrase "When the prelude sounds, will you feel excited or regretful?" Shen Manzhi sat cross-legged next to the campfire, with his hands on his knees and his fingertips rubbing his temples. "... I miss you so much I miss you so much but no trace
......" Every word hidden between the lines is endless longing. How to let go and how to forget. The guitar playing is too monotonous, with too much white space. Shen Manzhi stood up, took off his coat, borrowed a cigarette from He Jia, lit it to protect himself from the wind, raised his head slightly, smiled mischievously and swayed to the rhythm, bit the cigarette butt, and sat back down next to the drum set. The clear and exciting drum beats step on every guitar string, and with the vocals, the words "I miss you so much" are pushed to a climax. Jiang Yue closed his eyes gently, his voice was full of regret, but his longing was silent. Fortunately, I miss you silently. Someone set off fireworks at the beach, and the sound of explosions at intervals also added to the reverberation, completely igniting the atmosphere. Qin Yanfeng stood on the asphalt roadside in the distance, looking at the few people surrounded by the crowd. Only the woman wearing a dark red undershirt stood out the most. She raised her chin slightly, with flaming red lips, smiling casually and contentedly. There was a flaming red starlight on her lips, and the smoke was lingering, making this person surly and indulgent. His figure was slightly relaxed, and the bloodshot eyes were still there. When he touched a few candies in his pocket, the coldness in his body slowly dissipated. The purpose of coaxing him into bed was to leave.