REMIX

It's winter vacation, and Li Qianlan, Qiao Xinxin and I made an appointment to go back to the bar for a reunion.The heart is like an arrow, and I am so excited that I have no time to throw my luggage into the house. The first thing is to rehearse enough provocative expressions, and say to He Gu, Teacher He, you are fat again.

He was so angry that his face grew big, and while laughing and cursing, he sent a red envelope to each of the three of us.

After half a year, we sat around the table again, looked at each other, and there were changes in each other, but it seemed that nothing had changed.To be honest, what I worry about is that the aura of the two-person world of the two of them together is too strong and excludes me, but after two or three sentences, I know that my worry is unnecessary.

Li Qianlan was thin but strong, her hair was dyed a thin layer of gray, compared with Qiao Xinxin, she was obviously beautiful, normal, a girl of this age would look at her differently even if she didn't see her for a day.

University is a remodeling factory, which only treats all kinds of untidy appearance. When girls play with their hair in high school, they will be stared at by teachers twice. Once they go to university, no matter how ugly or lazy they are, they will pay attention to their image.I don't care much about it (you can tell by the basic T-shirts and sneakers that I stuffed in the closet). This used to be Xia Jie's job. Women are sensitive to dressing and dressing. Selfishness; and now it's Gong Junye's turn to be a father, thinking about pruning regularly like tending flowers and plants, taking care of me from top to bottom.

It's called "knowing you better than you," the ad says.

The bar is still the same.It is like why it has entered the threshold of 30 years old, it is no longer fun to change its appearance, and it has gradually entered a stable period of career.It is said that during my absence, a girl came to take over my original job. She was also a local university student. She went home as soon as she was released for the winter vacation. She just left yesterday.

He Gu said that it can be seen that her family’s conditions are not very good, she dresses very frugally, works hard, does not like to talk, and once mentioned that her hometown is in the countryside, her parents are old, and she has many siblings. She has already made a living from farming. I can't make ends meet, and there are two half-year-old brothers waiting to use the money.So before he left, he ignored his excuses and gave the girl a few hundred extra dollars. It wasn't a huge amount, and it was worth two round-trip tickets, but at least it would give her peace of mind and have a good year...

We chatted all afternoon, mostly not around ourselves. When we have grown up and separated, we can't always talk about the past.After the bar opened, it went back to work. I haven't heard Qiao Xinxin sing for a few days. I heard from Li Qianlan that she now has a fairly stable job as a resident singer. It's in the bar street in the center of the school. It's safe. He Every night to pick her up from work, the two walked back to school along the winding alley, or had supper in a small shop along the road.

He said, I would feel in a trance at that time, we were only 14 years old, and you asked me to take her home.She is your deskmate and the prettiest girl in your class, but I don't know her well, so I have nothing to say, so I put my pockets in my pocket and whistled all the way behind her, not daring to hold her hand.

He and I were leaning against the booth, listening to the girl playing the guitar under the lamp, just drinking, I handed him a cigarette, I didn't know if he would smoke it, and I forgot to light it myself.Ask him, now?

Now?

He stretched out his head, put the burning cigarette butt and mine together, took a deep breath, and laughed heartily.

I said that it has been so many years, every time I hold your hand, my heart beats, I still think it is puppy love.

When I got home, I locked myself in my room all night, writing down the lyrics on the manuscript paper with a pen.

Inspiration is fleeting like a meteor, and I have to salvage the words I use from that dense flash. This is a wonderful process. Before that, it was delayed for nearly a month for various hateful reasons. It seems that the shackles have been lifted, and I can hold a pen to describe what I want to express, almost to the point where I am grateful.

It was dawn when I finished writing, and I read the lyrics again with the last patience. I felt two heavy hot water bottles hanging under my eyes, fell on the bed, and fell unconscious within a minute.

The upside-down of day and night made people extremely tired. I slept until the afternoon, and my mental excitement made me resolutely give up my laziness. I woke up, took a shower, and went straight to the recording studio.

——If I could write a love song without using the word "love".

"I'm stubborn and don't have much of a story

Like taking the last bus, I want to save a seat for you

Which one of your smile and your eyes is a hint

Count to three, close your eyes, touch the mole on my heart

Ask you a question, only answer "I do"

Put away useless worries and boil sweet dreams into honey

Sprinkle a little tension, a little suspicion, a little heartbeat, a little anxiety

Sing it to you before going to bed, are you listening?

'Meeting for the first time' is practice a hundred times sorry for not showing up in time

I'm so tired of chasing you, I missed you for 20 years

can i pay your first love

buy out your ownership of kisses

I'm a failure, not a genius at flirting

Don't say good night, don't say you like it, don't dare to be willful

I can't miss you even if I'm 0.001 meters away from you

This is the pass code, and this is my confession"

When I went, Gong Junye was running in the gym on the first floor, and he came in, waiting for me to finish singing.

My personal emotions were substituted into reality, and I couldn't restrain myself from that kind of movement.

He didn't do anything, just sat across from me, drank a bottle of sports drink, water droplets flowed down his jaw to his Adam's apple, he was shaken by the swallowing movement, and quickly slid down, the earrings and chest were shining brightly , the tattoo was stained with a hazy mist of sweat.

It must be because my gaze was too explicit, his eyes slightly raised to look back at me, his lower lip pressed against the transparent mouth of the drink bottle, exuding a soft and seductive texture.

I don't feel like singing at all.

He is really not a serious person, he rarely has a focused and serious attitude towards personnel affairs, most of the time he is lazy and casual, seeing everyone passing by like running water, but those eyes seem to be connected to his heart, always hiding the opposite His affectionate, blinking slowly, is as magnetic as his voice.

Because it was so good-looking, before my spirit tried to stop the action, I leaned over and licked the salty sweat on his neck. There was residual heat on the surface of the skin after exercise, and the texture was delicate.I put my lips against the hollow of his collarbone again, taking advantage of him blatantly.

Then things developed a little bit uncontrollably.

He was instantly set on fire by me, and his hands slipped through my waist, pulling me to sit on his lap, holding me tightly with the rich hormonal fragrance, and I couldn't break free.

The armchair creaked unbearably, the legs of the chair rubbed against the floor, and he rolled me onto the carpet in his arms.

The draft paper that I couldn't hold in my hand spilled all over the floor.

This is the song I wrote for him.

He said that the sound insulation effect of the recording studio is quite good.