fingertips around

Zheng Yao was woken up by the vibrating sound of his mobile phone while he was half asleep and half awake.He closed his eyes and fumbled for his phone by the pillow. When he saw the video call invitation sent by the familiar WeChat avatar, his tone was subconsciously coquettish. Zheng Yao said weakly, "Hello..."

He changed his sleeping position and lay on his side. The moment he moved his body, Zheng Yao felt his waist sore and numb. He hissed, put his phone on the edge of the pillow, and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

Xiao Shuyuan went to the balcony outside the office to play the video for Zheng Yao, showing half of his face, with a smile that couldn't be concealed from the corner of his mouth, "Little slob."

Zheng Yao closed his eyes and quickly covered the front camera, "I won't show it to you."

Facing the pitch-black screen, Xiao Shuyuan frowned slightly, knowing that he was making a big joke, he quickly changed his words, "Okay, I won't joke with you, Yaoyao, don't block the camera, I want to see you."

The screen was still black, but Xiao Shuyuan could hear the voice. He clearly heard Zheng Yao on the other end of the phone humming lightly with a rising tone, and he was quite proud of it.

Soon, Zheng Yao removed the hand blocking the front bit by bit.

Xiao Shuyuan chuckled, "Yao Yao is so good."

He went on to say, "There is a courier that needs you to sign for it in person. It's downstairs, so go and pick it up."

Recalling last night, Xiao Shuyuan had let Zheng Yao know about it in advance, and he had a vague premonition that this was the gift that Xiao Shuyuan mentioned to give him.

"Well, I'll get it after I wash up."

It's just that he promised so, and after the video call with Xiao Shuyuan, Zheng Yao was not in the mood to brush his teeth and wash his face at all.

He quickly changed his clothes, put on his hat and mask, and went downstairs.

When signing, Zheng Yao inadvertently saw the courier bill, which was international logistics, and the origin was the United States.

Zheng Yao found a utility knife on the table in the entrance, and cut open along the tape seal on the top, and found that there was a thick layer of anti-vibration film inside, and the inside of the anti-vibration film was the real outer packaging.

The eye-catching "AKAI" English letters on the matte black outer packaging carton are printed on each surface at a 45-degree inclined angle.

Zheng Yao felt that this word was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

The inside of the carton is a foam board, and the middle is a suitcase, which is a bit like a retro portable suitcase from the last century. Different from the current zipper style, this box has the most original lock.There is a handle in the middle, with a lock on each side. Zheng Yao opened the box, only to see the true face of the "gift" that Xiao Shuyuan said.

In the center of the suitcase, a thick board is embedded, with a matte red appearance, as thick as an induction cooker.The left half is square buttons neatly arranged in a 4x4 manner; the right half, the upper half is an LED electronic screen; the lower half is two rows of eight neatly arranged buttons.

Zheng Yao's hand holding the upper part of the suitcase froze in mid-air, and after a few seconds of pause, he realized that it was a drum machine model MPCLiveII.

The all-red body has a touch of conspicuous white English letters across the board, and should still be inclined at a 45-degree angle on the top of the machine, but because of the distribution of the keys, it is naturally separated. There are gaps.

Zheng Yao squinted his eyes, feeling that these English letters were inexplicably familiar, but they didn't seem to be English words.

He connected the letters along the lines.

ZHENGYAO.

It's the pinyin of his name.

The reason why he felt familiar was because when he was recording songs in the company, there was also a pure black drum machine in the recording room.

But obviously, the one in front of you is not common on the market.

It is the only custom model named after him in the world.

The phone vibrated at the right time, Zheng Yao turned on the phone, and Xiao Shuyuan's WeChat message popped up, "I have received a text message that the signature was successful, have you received it?"

Probably because it was inconvenient to answer the phone, Xiao Shuyuan chose to send a text message this time.But Zheng Yao was able to automatically substitute into the voice version. He imagined the scene where Xiao Shuyuan said this sentence. The deep voice passed through the current and pierced into his ears, and it must have been numb for a while.

Zheng Yao quickly replied to him, "Yes."

He looked down at the chat box between himself and Xiao Shuyuan, didn't log out, and didn't turn off the screen of his phone, just waiting for Xiao Shuyuan's news.

Seeing the words "the other party is typing" at the top, Zheng Yao felt that it would be good to just wait like this, because that was Xiao Shuyuan's greatest confidence in himself.

A few minutes passed, and Xiao Shuyuan's news arrived as expected.

Zheng Yao was flattered to see that half of the screen was filled with texts from Xiao Shuyuan. He waited for news from him, but he didn't ask him to write a small composition.

"Yaoyao, now that we know each other's thoughts, I don't want to hide it anymore. I give you this gift in the hope that you will continue to write. I know what you have experienced before, and I know what it is to be frustrated and depressed. Feeling, but I still want you not to be discouraged, I will always be your most loyal listener."

Zheng Yao lowered his head and read this mini-composition back and forth several times, maintaining a non-stationary mode. He didn't reply in the input box until his eye sockets became hot, "It's not as serious as you think. I can't remember exactly."

"People who often fall are not afraid of pain, but those who love you will feel distressed."

"Okay, then you can help me."

Zheng Yao raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously, after thinking about it, he decided to send another message, "Xiao Shuyuan, is this drum machine very expensive?"

Being moved is moved, but feeling sorry for money is another matter.

Xiao Shuyuan quickly replied, "It's very expensive, all my belongings are bet on it, and I will rely on you to support me in the future."

"Then I have to think about it."

"I'm going to be busy."

"Ah."

Zheng Yao turned off the screen of his mobile phone, packed the foam board and anti-vibration film together, looked at the order number posted on the express box, pondered, and finally decided to keep the order as a souvenir.He tore it off carefully, and found that it was very tight. If he tore it off forcibly, his face would probably be completely different. Zheng Yao stopped what he was doing and decided to find another way.

He simply left the entire box, and put the outer packaging of the drum machine in the box after tidying up.This action is different from collecting shoeboxes, more like Zheng Yao is hiding his heart that has nowhere to rest, so he needs to find a place to hide it.

Zheng Yao looked up and looked around the house. There are many cabinets under the stove in the kitchen, which are used to store rice and oil. They have to be opened and closed every day. Xiao Shuyuan will definitely find out.

Pass.

Not to mention the study room, although there is a lot of storage space in the bookcase, but Xiao Shuyuan has to go in and out every day, the chance of being exposed is too high.

Pass.

After much deliberation, Zheng Yao decided to put it under the bed in the bedroom, which is the safest.

Just do what you say, Zheng Yao walked to the bedroom with the box in his arms, Xiao Shuyuan likes simplicity and light luxury, so the bed sheets and quilt covers are all black and gray.There are many redundant parts of the bed sheet on the mattress, almost dragging to the floor.

He half-kneeled on the wooden floor, lifted a corner at the end of the bed, trying to push the box under the bed.One-third of the box was easily pushed in. Zheng Yao increased the reasoning in his hand and decided to go all out, but encountered obstacles on the way, and the remaining part protruded at the end of the bed, which was a bit funny.

Zheng Yao bent down, glanced under the bed, and found that several cardboard boxes had already been pushed under the bed.

He didn't think too much about it, he thought it was just that Xiao Shuyuan put away the books he didn't read and put them under the bed to save space, but what he was thinking at the moment was to simply move the place and make a little space for him to put the box.

But Xiao Shuyuan's book is very different from Zheng Yao's imagination when it is dragged. It is not that heavy, and the friction with the ground is not very strong, and the whole thing comes out after one drag.

The top of the carton was not taped, and when it was pulled out, the opening was scratched on the board, and the entire lid flipped up and out.

He didn't pay attention to it at first, but just glanced at it lightly, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a small part of the screen, on which was printed a face that he was all too familiar with.