Strawberry Music Festival.

Music festivals are different from concerts, and seats at the festival are on a first-come, first-served basis. That is, if you want to stand in the front row, you have to come early.

An Xiaoyu, who has chased many performances, knows this truth very well, so before dawn, An Xiaoyu got up and went to line up. Of course, if An Xiaoyu knew that Ma Haoyu would do that, she would have chosen a safe location.

From dark to dark, although it was not the first time, the weather was very hot, the clothes were wet and dry, dry and wet, and An Xiaoyu's head began to swell a little.

Plus it's a rock festival, and it's all very manic songs. The dense drumbeat bombarded An Xiaoyu's nerves, and An Xiaoyu seemed to have a little difficulty breathing and a little lack of oxygen.

I want to take out my mobile phone and swipe Weibo to divert my attention, take it out and take a look, there is no network.

Sure enough, there will be no internet in crowded places.

............

Looking up at the starry sky, it was already dotted with stars, and I looked down at my watch: it was half past ten.

As the drum kit closes out, the stage lights dim.

The host's voice came out of the microphone: "Let's welcome the last singer of the night - Ma Haoyu"

This sound soothed the irritability in my heart and set off the biggest climax of the night.

The familiar prelude sounded, and he slowly followed the lights to the center of the stage.

The first song, he sang quietly, occasionally interacting with the fans.

An Xiaoyu accurately captured the tenderness under his eyes, he looked at the front of the stage, as if he was looking at An Xiaoyu, but he didn't seem to be looking at each other.

Under the light, he is as quiet as a little prince, beautiful and gentle.

An Xiaoyu was full of thoughts.

After the song, "Hello, friends in Beijing, I'm Ma Haoyu"

"It's so hot today" A drop of sweat on Ma Haoyu's chin was crystal clear. He said as he reached out to wipe the bead of sweat.

yes, I'm on the verge of heat stroke. An Xiaoyu complained silently.

After Ma Haoyu finished speaking, a unified and loud voice sounded at the scene.

"Hahahaha, you don't call my name so neatly"

"If you don't take it off, you won't take it off again, and we have a healthy music festival," Ma Haoyu quipped, as if his performances were always inseparable from this stalk, and it seemed that he had made it himself.

"Okay, next song, all the friends in the audience raise your hands" He seemed to suddenly change his aura, from a little prince to a king.

The second song is a rock song.

He stood in front of the stage and shook his head to the music, raised the microphone and called everyone to sing along.

He is like a leader, conveying the attitude of insisting on being himself, and responding to every call.

Very infectious, Ann Xiaoyu sang aloud, as if telling her attitude. She liked him at first, and it was also because of the attitude in his songs.

"Next song, let's finish it together"

He walked over to the keyboard and adjusted the position of the microphone. The sound of the piano flowed from his fingertips.

The third song is a song that is mostly sung by fans together.

The attitude of each of his songs is obvious, and this one is no different. It's like he's leading everyone to fight together.

He stood, led the singing, and occasionally swayed his body to the music, his accompanying arms, every move, like walking hormones, stimulating An Xiaoyu's already unsteady heartbeat.

"The last song, friends who can sing it sing together"

The last song is his masterpiece.

An Xiaoyu shook a light stick and sang along, but Ma Haoyu broke An Xiaoyu's tranquility.

Singing the chorus, Ma Haoyu jumped off the stage.

"Ahh An Xiaoyu, who hates physical contact, was squeezed forward continuously, and her physical and psychological discomfort was extreme.

There was no time to appreciate Ma Haoyu's singing, his brows were unconsciously furrowed, his lips pursed slightly, and he glared at the fans around him angrily.

The fans who kept pushing forward, the security guards in front blocked the fans and pushed them back, wanting to give Ma Haoyu a passage, An Xiaoyu was squeezed in the middle like a sandwich cake, and her brows furrowed even deeper.

He walked up to her, noticing her deep frowning brow and pouting angrily. It seems to blame him for going down and ruining the order of the scene.

Is this fan disgusting him? Not happy to see him? She hates him?

He reached out and tried to touch her head.

Because of Ma Haoyu's outstretched hand, she was squeezed even worse, and fans squeezed up to touch his hand.

She finally looked at him, and instead of the enthusiasm and nymphomaniac in the eyes of other fans, she glared at him fiercely.

She glared at him.

Probably not your own fans, right!? Awareness of the distress caused to others.

Slowly retracting his hand, he jumped back to the stage.

Why did An Xiaoyu stare at Ma Haoyu, she could only say that her brain was confused and she couldn't control her instinctive reaction. is not disgusted with Ma Haoyu, but disgusted with fans squeezing her. What's more, this was originally caused by Ma Haoyu.

Ma Haoyu returned to the stage, and the fans behind him did not squeeze any further. But his gaze seemed to stay on the girl in the middle.

An Xiaoyu's deeply furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

The last note fell, and he beckoned "bye-bye" to the center

................

A high-end apartment in Beijing.

Before he reached the door, An Xiaoyu was made to have a headache by the sound of various debris colliding.

I really haven't seen anyone, but I've heard his voice first.

Is this a new resident?

An Xiaoyu dragged her tired body and knocked on the neighbor's door.

The noise that was getting closer and louder bombarded An Xiaoyu's nerves.

An Xiaoyu believes that any irregular vocalization, or a sound made on an inappropriate occasion or time, can be understood as noise. In short, any sound that makes Ann Xiaoyu unhappy is noise. An Xiaoyu unconsciously pinched her eyebrows.

The sound of clash of debris died down for a moment, and he should have come to the door.

But the door in front of An Xiaoyu didn't open for a long time.

On the other side of the door, he saw her frowning slightly through the surveillance.

He seemed to have seen her somewhere.

But out of privacy, he didn't open the door.

Asked coldly: Is there something wrong?

The attitude of not being salty and indifferent made An Xiaoyu couldn't help but roll her eyes: It's okay.

An Xiaoyu's white eyes didn't hide from his eyes, who wouldn't roll his white eyes, he also rolled his eyes secretly, then you have nothing to knock on the door.

You make things quieter. She turned and dropped a word.

He watched as she walked through the door across from him. It turned out to be a neighbor.

But where does this inexplicable familiarity come from?

"Bang" The power bank that fell from the desktop interrupted his thoughts.

"Crackling", "Bangbangbang", "Bangbangbang"

As soon as An Xiaoyu entered the door, she collapsed on the sofa and turned on the TV.