Hedgehog

Many people don't know why I have been living in this house and refused to move.Especially after they had climbed a full six floors, the answer to this question became even more important.

Actually not so much why.

The stairs in this building are probably the most similar to the building I lived in when I was a child in Beijing.

No way, I am such a humble and introspective person.

I like to recall bitterness and sweetness.

When I opened the door, I found the problem.

The bedroom door was ajar.

I don't have the habit of closing the door, but the sound of the metronome coming from the bedroom at this moment let me know that there is another uninvited guest inside.

I looked back and saw a pair of sneakers scattered by the door. The black uppers were covered with fine rivets, which was her usual style.

I took off my shoes and opened the door.

I am a lazy person. My bedroom is covered with woolen carpets. Computers, speakers, effectors, sheet music, guitars, etc. are all placed on the floor. I have used blackout curtains for the windows of the bedroom, and the four walls have been sound-proofed. , The bed sheets were just changed to black last week, and my favorite handmade guitar "Gabriel" is on the bed. I have a habit of sleeping naked. Sometimes I wake up and don't want to move or eat, so I just hug the guitar and lean against the head of the bed. Playing for hours.On days when there is no show list, I spend most of the day in bed.

So basically only I can enter my bedroom.

There is a girl lying on the bed at the moment. She is not tall, 1.6 meters. I can easily touch the top of her head. She has the habit of exercising and has good bones. Because of his body, the shoulder blades are like butterflies, with slightly wheat-colored skin, and every inch of muscle is perfectly attached to the delicate bones.

At the moment, she is wearing earphones, shaking her head and listening to the songs I have written in the past six months. The score is scattered all over the floor. The few sheets she has in hand on the bed have been heavily redacted with red paste, probably lipstick.

Her coat, T-shirt, skirt, boots, and underwear were scattered all over the floor.She was naked, except for a red earphone.

I turned on the light.

When she turned around, a smile had already appeared on her face, and she waved to me frankly: "Hi."

Such ostentatious short gray hair is difficult to control, but she was born as a child star, with exquisite facial features, unique aura and personality, and will not be suppressed by modeling clothes, so she is suitable for this kind of dramatic decoration.

I knew Ye Zhen six or seven years ago. She debuted at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Like the child stars of Disney, she can sing and act. She was once popular as an idol of the whole people. Even the old ladies thought of her She is cute and sweet. Six years ago, she changed companies and signed to Lezong, and became the head of Lezong. I met her at that time.She is not in Beijing now, so it is rare to see her.

"When did you arrive?"

"The plane in the morning." She stretched, took my bedside shirt and put it on. When she raised her arm, she revealed a new tattoo on her waist. It was a long and narrow letter: "I recorded a program for a day, and there will be a dinner tonight."

I responded, took off my coat, and went into the bathroom to wash my face. I never like to bring dust from the outside into the bedroom. On days when I don’t work, I often nest in the bedroom and write songs, and I write all day long.Ordinary people spend a quarter of their lives in the bedroom, and I spend about a half of it. As I get older, I work less, and I'm afraid it will be more in the future.

Suddenly being hugged around the waist, Ye Zhen put her face on my shoulder and kissed my neck lazily.

I grabbed her restless hand and turned around.

The bathroom is not big, the lighting is warm, her eyelashes are like fans, her eyes are black and moist, looking at me quietly like a cat.

"what?"

"What are you talking about?" She looked at me provocatively, and suddenly bit her lips and laughed. Her lips were narrow but plump, like cherries, like the girlish lips that were deliberately pouted in pictorials, bitten by teeth. There are shallow traces.

She is very beautiful, but I am in a normal mood today, I didn't respond, I just looked at her quietly.

The smile in her eyes faded.

"It's boring." She used this savage tone again, as if she was protecting her: "It took me so long to come here, but they didn't treat me well."

We have known each other for six years, since five years ago, we have sex occasionally, purely for biological needs.She probably likes my indifference, and I have nothing to do with it. Both of us are insiders, and communication is easy.I’m actually not a clean freak. To be precise, it should be called conceit. It doesn’t matter how messy my home is. Even if someone else’s body is washed with disinfectant, I still think it’s dirty. The men and women in this circle add up, and I’m willing to sleep with people Probably no more than five.And Ye Zhen was spoiled since childhood, proud and picky in her bones, and her private life is also very poor.Both of us are perennial monsters who don't need affection and are obsessed with being alone, so we hit it off.

She is a person who is used to being loved by the world since she was a child, and she often has a kind of madness. Last year, I went to Yinchuan for a location shoot, and she was filming there. She drove [-] kilometers in the agent's car to find me. At that time, she It was so popular that everywhere I went, there were a bunch of fans, even wearing a pair of sunglasses and wrapped in a big local robe, waiting for me at my door.I just came back from the wolfberry garden, and my hair was full of yellow sand. When she saw me, she rushed up and kissed me. She reached out and hooked my waist belt at the door. Fortunately, no reporter took pictures, otherwise the world would be turned upside down .

The entertainment industry is the most eccentric place. The investment and output of most idol stars are completely out of proportion. Most of their works will become garbage within ten years, but their income is unbelievably huge.Moreover, audiences have very strange tastes now. They often plan to invest hundreds of millions of dollars in dramas and lose all their money. A third-rate actor suddenly became popular in a small variety show. Assert that he must be able to grasp the taste of the audience.Human beings are such fragile animals. When he cannot understand the laws of the environment, he will willingly trade his IQ for peace of mind and put his sense of security on other things. Therefore, the more popular a star is, the easier it is to raise a kid and believe in a living Buddha. Strange things like this are because the things you have have exceeded your ability to control, so you must find a spiritual sustenance, otherwise you will be in panic all day long.

Adults will get lost in this circle, not to mention children who have not yet established three views. Child stars who grow up in the circle are often rebellious and self-destructive. Drug abuse and promiscuity are not news. She can maintain what she is today Already an industry role model.

In fact, I quite admire Ye Zhen's looks, and I respect the soul in this skin. She thinks I should be the same. The two of us can chat about music while wearing clothes, and we can also sleep occasionally. There is nothing wrong with this state.

In the past two years, my personal relationship with her has gradually faded. I guess I am indeed getting older. I don’t want to make things too complicated. There is no need to lose a friend just to vent my body.

The room was very dark, Ye Zhen was listening to my song, I was catching up on sleep, but couldn't fall asleep, too lazy to move, I fumbled on the ground for a long time, found a lighter, played with it in my hand, watched the orange flame light up, The heart of the flame is clear blue, like an eye.

"Smoking? Give me one." Ye Zhen's voice came lazily from the right.

"Don't you have a concert at the end of the month?"

Ye Zhen laughed.

"You..." She suddenly reached out and pressed the light.

I stretched out my hand to cover my eyes, but I was still blinded by the light, but Ye Zhen got up, and I vaguely saw her pick up a dress and put it on, and went out.

When she walked back again, my cheek was suddenly icy. It was a can of cold beer, and it was bought when Su Ying came over to eat her sixtieth last time.

This woman really doesn't want her voice anymore, she dares to smoke and ice.

I squinted my eyes, opened the beer, and frowned as soon as I took a sip.

This guy Su Ying has always done more than succeed in his affairs, and he can buy a wrong beer.

Ye Zhen didn't care, she stood by the bed and drank a couple of mouthfuls, then reached out and touched my cheek: "Your eyes are not good yet?"

"Much better." I threw the cigarettes and beer in the trash.

I was sick when I was young, and my eyes have always been a little problem, usually fine, but I get dizzy after being tired for a long time, I wrote a song for Ye Zhen’s first album after she transformed, and she saw me working overtime until I couldn’t read the score clearly , I also know that my eyes have old diseases.

"Don't move." She held my chin with her hand, checked my eyes carefully, and let go before I got impatient: "It's okay, it's just a little red."

I rubbed my eyes, my eyelashes messed up on the back of my hand.

"By the way, your birthday is coming up soon," she asked me.

"I don't know, it should be this month."

"I'm going to have a concert in Beijing at the end of the month, and I'll give you the gift in advance now." She walked to the wall and dug out a big box from the clothes all over the floor.

From the shape, I knew it was a piano box, but she also covered it up with a layer of gift paper.

She has always been unconstrained in giving gifts. The year before last she gave rings and earrings last year. I had no interest in these accessories and threw them in a pile in the corner. But Su Ying was startled when she accidentally saw them and said how expensive they were.

This year, she finally became a little more reliable and knew how to give guitars.

As soon as the piano case was opened, I first saw a touch of yellow—the Martin D-28GE was quietly lying in the red velvet. The panel was a golden log color, and the ivory pillow. , Dark red, it is indeed GE, the price in the industry is around [-], I personally don’t have the habit of collecting too expensive pianos, I often play two old Gibsons, and I save money to buy CDs. I tried GE at Yuanrui, and the fit was quite high. I hesitated for a while, but I still didn't get it.

In the past, I didn't bother to use her gifts, and the price was meaningless. This time, the guitar is a bit expensive.I checked the strings, leaned against the head of the bed and played a few times, and asked her, "When is your birthday?"

Ye Zhen sat by the bed and smoked: "Why are you asking this?"

Sometimes this woman's IQ goes offline, what else can I do besides give gifts, should I throw a birthday party for her?

"What gift do you want?" I've never been good at guessing riddles.

Ye Zhen laughed.

"Don't worry about it. If you're really moved, play "The Famine Year" for me."

Desolate Years is the main album of her transformation. Ye Zhen has a good voice and spirituality on the piano, but she can't play the guitar badly, but she likes the guitar the most. Desolate Years is actually a work of mine showing off skills. Guitar solo, the melody is mediocre, she insisted on using it as the main title, that album failed miserably in the end, this song is half the credit.

I tried the strings, picked a soft pick in a glass jar, leaned against the head of the bed and began to play.

Ye Zhen was still sitting and listening, and then she began to lie on my lap. She was wearing my white shirt, and her short silver hair was curly. She curled up beside my leg like a quiet deer, her back like a gentle bow. .

In fact, I haven’t played Desolate Years for a long time, my hands are a little raw, and I forgot a piece of melody in the middle. In fact, I seldom play my old songs. It’s better to look forward when making music. The old things are basically rubbish. Looking at the songs I wrote now, I feel as pale as a piece of paper.

After playing for half a minute, Ye Zhen's phone rang, she pressed it once, and the phone rang again persistently.

She frowned and glanced at the phone, picked it up, and dressed outside as she walked, it seemed to be the manager's call.

I continued to lean on the bed and play the guitar lazily. In fact, when I was not doing anything, my mind was more confused. I was most at ease when I was playing the guitar or cooking. After playing for a while, the door was pushed open.

"I'm going back, I have something to do in the studio." Ye Zhen came to talk to me halfway from the outside of the door, she was still wearing my shirt, the sleeves were wide and big, only a little fingertips were exposed, her silver hair was messy, Smiling is still as innocent as a girl.

She probably regarded me as Wen Xin, a brain-dead literary youth who was incompatible with commercialization. Every time there was a commercial performance or dinner, she dared not mention it in front of me, and I was too lazy to expose her.

"Send you down?"

"No need, the paparazzi are probably here too." She didn't know what she was thinking, her hands were tucked into her cuffs and her hands were drooping, her posture was exactly the same as that of a puppy bowing, she walked around the room, probably because she saw that the clothes were thrown all over the floor They were too lazy to pick it up, so they just lazily leaned against the door: "Why don't I wear this shirt and go."

"I do not mind."

I thought she was just talking, but who knew that she really rolled up the cuffs of her shirt as if she had my permission, then pulled a belt from somewhere, tied it around her waist, and adjusted the hem of the shirt to just cover her thighs. Length, began to wear underwear.

I got up silently, picked up the clothes thrown everywhere for her, and put them back in her bag.

She had already put on her shoes, but she was still half a head shorter than me, leaning against the door as if she couldn't stand upright.

"Not a farewell kiss?"

I went and put the guitar back in its case, and hung the case over her shoulder.

"Be careful on the road."

Ye Zhen's eyes widened, as if she wanted to say something, but she was a smart person after all, so she didn't say anything.

"I'll come to play with you after I finish my work."

"it is good."