Sensory Hunting ABO

In such awe, panic, and faint excitement, Luo Xichuan changed into a black suit and tie, and brushed his bangs up, revealing his full forehead and beauty tips.He looked mature, a few years older.

Along the way, Luo Xichuan didn't dare to speak, and quietly looked at Yan Yi from the corner of his eye.Yan Yi was resting with his eyes closed, but he sensed Luo Xichuan's furtiveness, so he raised his eyelids and glanced at Luo Xichuan.Luo Xichuan was caught, startled for a moment, and then grinned at Yan Yi.Yan Yi ignored him, so Luo Xichuan could only look out of the car window resentfully.The sky was a slightly cloudy gray-blue, with very pale clouds.

This cemetery located on the outskirts of the city does not have the slightest bit of eerieness.The interior of the cemetery is full of flowers and plants, and the green forest grows lushly.The breeze blows through the treetops, and the rustling of leaves can be clearly heard.The people of the underground have been sleeping peacefully in this peaceful and beautiful place for a long time.

Luo Xichuan stood in front of the tombstone, staring intently at the portrait on the tombstone.This is the first time he saw Yan Yao.The Yan Yao who lived in the tears and sighs of the Yan family's elders, the Yan Yao who had a deep relationship with Yan Yi.The portrait on the tombstone looks very young. It is said that when he passed away more than 20 years ago, he was only 26 years old.

For some reason, just looking at the photo of this stranger, Luo Xichuan felt that he was very kind.Yan Yao is good-looking, and everyone in the Yan family is good-looking, but no one looks gentle and kind at first glance.

"Luo Xichuan."

Hearing Yan Yi's voice, Luo Xichuan came back to his senses.He placed the white baby's breath in his arms in front of the tomb, and the breeze was blowing the white petals, and the small flowers were too weak to hold the breeze.Gypsophila is Yan Yao's favorite flower.

Luo Xichuan glanced at Yan Yi, then bowed to the tombstone, and said very seriously: "Hello, uncle. My name is Luo Xichuan. I am a singer, and I write lyrics and compose music. My My voice wasn’t like this before, but it was a bit of an accident... Don’t think my speech is ugly. You may be seeing me for the first time, but I have been in Yan’s family since I was eight years old. I grew up in Yan’s family. ..."

Yan Yi interrupted Luo Xichuan and said, "That's fine. You go back to the car first."

It was the first time for Luo Xichuan to introduce himself like this, and he felt uneasy.But when I saw Yan Yao's kind appearance in the photo, I felt that he would be the kind of person who would nod with a smile and encourage you with warm eyes no matter what you said.

Perhaps it was driven by this, Luo Xichuan bowed deeply again, and boldly said: "I will take good care of Yan Yi. Please rest assured."

Luo Xichuan rested her chin and sat in the car looking outside.The sky turned leaden gray, and a few slender raindrops floated onto the car window, and Yan Yi finally entered his field of vision.

Luo Xichuan glanced at the time on the phone, and Yan Yi stayed there for almost 10 minutes.Yan Yi's temper is not very good, and his patience is also bad.Whether Yan Yi spoke for 10 minutes or stood silently for 10 minutes, it was hard for Luo Xichuan to imagine.

After Yan Yi got into the car, he said a few words that were difficult to pronounce to the driver.Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, Luo Xichuan guessed that it should be the name of a certain restaurant.

On the way to the restaurant, Luo Xichuan kept staring at Yan Yi.The blatant gaze annoyed Yan Yi.

Yan Yi gave a "tsk", "Luo Xichuan, do you have to find something for you to do so that you won't be bored and always look at me?"

"Oh..." Luo Xichuan rummaged through it and found a headset, "I listen to music."

The music played for a while, Luo Xichuan's thoughts.I just feel that Yan Yao looks very familiar.But the age difference between Yan Yao and him is so big, even in the year Yan Yao passed away, Luo Xichuan was just a child who didn't remember anything.It is impossible for him to meet Yan Yao.But why did he find Yan Yao familiar?

He tried to find similarities with Yan Yao from Yan Yi's face.Yan Yao is Yan Yi's cousin, and it's normal for cousins ​​to look alike.

But they don't seem to look alike.

After a few minutes, Luo Xichuan started staring at Yan Yi again.

"Let me watch you..." The embarrassment on Luo Xichuan's face was particularly sincere, "There is nothing better to do."

The condition of his throat was getting better day by day, and Luo Xichuan gradually felt relieved.It seems that I will still be able to sing in the future, and there will be opportunities to hold concerts again.Maybe one day he will be able to win some heavyweight awards such as the golden song of the year and the best male singer.Thinking of this, Luo Xichuan felt that the future was bright, and a little setback in front of him was nothing.It's not that bad if you can still sing.

Luo Xichuan began to nest in the basement all day long, biting the tip of a pencil and writing songs.The basement of his home has been converted into his studio since his sophomore year, with all kinds of equipment and musical instruments.As soon as the inspiration came, he stayed in the basement all day long and couldn't come out, and he didn't remember whether he slept or ate or not, and his life was upside down.Later, many songs included in albums and EPs were originally born in this basement.

During the middle of the second semester of sophomore year, Luo Xichuan accidentally learned that Yan Yi hired the company's designers and engineers to renovate the basement.Luo Xichuan was so excited that every time he saw Yan Yi, he wanted to give him a big gift.Yan Yi said it was unnecessary, he just thought that Luo Xichuan was chattering day by day, it was too noisy.Luo Xichuan didn't care what reason Yan Yi had, anyway, he had a small studio of his own, how lucky he was.He promised Yan Yi again and again that he must make music well, make a name for himself, eat delicious food and drink to honor Yan Yi.Yan Yi didn't take his eyes off the report for a second.Yan Yi said that in view of the connection between mathematics and music, it is hard for him to imagine that a person who can't draw a square root can make a name for himself in music.

"...but don't make me waste money. I don't do money-losing business."

After Yan Yi said that, it was even more impossible for Luo Xichuan to be lazy.Although he is a bit playful, he has never neglected to practice and write songs.He has never been short of inspiration. In Luo Xichuan's eyes, everything in the world is a song.You can write anything.In order to catch the occasional fragments of inspiration, no matter what he is doing, even if he is halfway in the shower and just put on shampoo, he will put on a towel and run to the basement.The basement is undoubtedly the place where he stays most often at home, from his sophomore year to now 25 years old.His throat is not yet fully recovered, so he stayed up in the basement night after night.