After experiencing many things for the first time, you will gradually become accustomed to them.

Although Shen Yiran hardly slept in bed for too long on the first night in Xuanzhou, in just four or five hours, Xu Lingyi completely let go of the fear and shyness in her heart that only girls would have.

The original platonic love was also sublimated overnight, although there was no physical contact, but for the matter of cohabitation, the girl accepted it from heart to body.

Maybe he just came to Xuanzhou, and in the next few days, Shen Yiran did not focus entirely on the work to be done next, but accompanied Xu Lingyi to decorate their small nest finely, from the room to the living room, from the kitchen to the bathroom, and even on the floor, a layer of colored foam cushions were laid.

When Xu Lingyi sat barefoot on the foam floor of the living room watching TV, the time had already come to Friday.

The program that the girl watched at this time was "The First Voice" of Modu TV.

The second round of the semi-finals has finally started!

......

In a residential unit building in Huifu City.

Like Xu Lingyi, Li Siyi waited in front of the TV early, as a fan of Han Chen, after the last round of public apologies from her idols, she did not attack the wanton band again.

even took the time to delete the posts in the Soqu Guild in batches.

She doesn't know if the reason she did it was out of respect for her idol's remarks, or if it was just because the song scared her.

That's right, after all the first rounds of the semi-finals, Li Siyi found that the song that impressed him the most was "Enough, Let the Storm Come More Violently".

As a girl, she doesn't like music that is too dry, but this song is as deep as a knife in her heart, allowing her to experience the anger and criticism conveyed by music for the first time at a young age.

"I hope this round of white-faced beauties can eliminate the band, please!"

After watching the trailer, she knew that the opponent of the second round of the rematch was the white-faced beauty, and before the game started, Li Siyi prayed silently in her heart.

......

Kyoto Conservatory of Music women's dormitory.

More than half a month has passed since the summer vacation, but Xiao Chu is still staying at school.

She is a native of southern Xinjiang, and her hometown is about 3,400 kilometers away from Beijing, and because her parents are both working in other places, she usually does not go home except for the Chinese New Year.

Now that she is the only one left in the bedroom, such an environment may make people feel a little lonely, but Xiao Chu has long been used to it.

Put down the mosquito net, lean against the head of the bed, put on headphones, and hold the tablet.

For her, living alone is sometimes quite good, at least she doesn't have to worry about arguing with her roommates when she starts a live broadcast, and she doesn't have to worry about accidentally calling out Shen Yiran's name when cheering for the band.

She always firmly believes that seniors will be able to enter the finals of "The First Voice", and then under the watchful eyes of everyone, they will reach the top of the championship and unveil their glory!

Every time he thought of this picture, a look of obsession would appear on Xiao Chu's face.

Because of a song, I am obsessed with a person.

Perhaps, only in ignorant adolescence can there be such a clean and pure love.

"Please, you must advance!"

Two girls, just before the show is about to start, are praying two completely opposite prayers.

......

Time passes by second.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Jiangxi City.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl pushed open Chang Zhihong's door and woke up the dead house who was sleeping with Maria's figure from her dream.

"Brother, Mom called you out for dinner. ”

After urging several times in a row, seeing that the person on the bed turned over and there was no reaction at all, the little girl puffed out her mouth, walked to the table that was almost full of figures, picked up one casually and raised it above her head and said:

"Five, four, three..."

As soon as the number reached three, I saw a carp sleeping on the bed get up, rush off the bed, and carefully take the figure from the little girl's hand and place it on the table.

"Hee-hee, I knew that this is the fastest way to wake you up!"

Seeing the old brother get out of bed, the little girl smiled happily, and then walked towards the door proudly humming a nursery rhyme.

"Alas, why do I have such a sister!"

Looking at the figurines he had collected distressedly, Chang Zhihong followed his sister out of the room with a sad face, since his mother assigned his sister the task of getting him up and going out, his collection has been decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The most infuriating thing is that he can't do anything about it, because even the key to the room door was forcibly assigned to his sister by his mother.

When I came to the living room, the meal had been served, three dishes and one soup, and my mother's craftsmanship seemed to make people can't help but move their fingers.

"It's so fragrant, Mom, your cooking skills are really amazing!"

Sitting on the dining table and ordering some food, Chang Zhihong first said a good word, and then looked aggrievedly at his mother who was holding the remote control to adjust the table while eating, and whispered a request:

"Mom, I'll discuss something with you, can you see if you can't let my sister enter my room like this in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by his mother:

"There's no need to discuss, you said you, nest in the room every day, I'm afraid that you will take root in it!"

As he spoke, he seemed to be a little angry, and continued:

"In addition to drawing comics, you are drawing comics, and you can't have any other hobbies if you have two dimensions several times a day? Why are other children's children interested in singing, dancing and playing ball, but you can't do it?"

Hearing the words of other people's children, Chang Zhihong stopped talking, lowered his head, and ate absentmindedly.

"Ugh..."

Perhaps thinking that the words were a bit heavy, Chang Zhihong's mother sighed and said while sandwiching the dishes for her son:

"Zhihong, Mom knows that you like to draw, but Mom thinks that sometimes you are too fascinated, it's good to like something, but you also have to have a degree, you see, who is like you now, who takes the things you like so seriously?"

nodded, Chang Zhihong did not argue, put down the bowl, and said in a low voice:

"Mom, I'm full, I'll go back to the room first..."

After saying that, he got up and put the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, and walked towards his room with his head down.

Seeing that his son always had such an attitude every time he mentioned this problem, Chang Zhihong's mother angrily threw the TV remote control on the sofa, perhaps accidentally knocking on the button of the adjustment station.

I saw a flash on the TV screen, and a program was changed on the screen.

Seeing his mother throw the remote control, Chang Zhihong bit his lip with self-reproach, walked to the door of the room, and just as he was about to lock himself in the room again, a singing voice came:

"You like me, you don't like me, it's your freedom, I just hope that at some point, I can catch your ears and sing the first note for your musical dreams, and I have never given up since then, there are too many obstacles from subjective and objective bystanders, and I have to bear the good or the bad..."

Listening to this singing, Chang Zhihong's tears flowed out irrepressibly, turned around, and said vaguely:

"Mom, I'm not alone..."