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This is Qiu Sheng's 17th appearance in Huahua Park within a month.

Before the Golden Week holiday, the tourist attractions in Donghe City were already in full swing.The Flower Park is decorated with banners and brand-new potted plants. It has a gaudy rustic look, and it might look okay if the sun is shining.

It's a pity that the rainy weather has lasted for a week, the gray clouds, the storm that hasn't gone far, everything is nerve-wracking.

Qiu Sheng sat on the edge of the circular flower bed, comparing a screenshot on his phone with the scene in front of him.

He has done the same movement 17 times, close to muscle memory.After the comparison was correct, Qiu Sheng put on the earphones, lowered his head, wiped the phone screen, and clicked on a video.

The video begins with the graffiti wall sinking music plaza right in front of you.

The sunny day of the shoot was a world away from the dreary autumn afternoon of today.The camera pans wildly, several musical instruments, small tiles, and a few pairs of shoes pass the center of the frame, followed by vocals.

The shooter was a teenager, and he asked in a crisp voice, "Can we start?"

There was no answer, and the camera focused on a semi-old bass.

Thin hands hold it, tuning it.

The fingers are like bamboo, slender and flexible, clean, without any jewelry or tattoos.The nails are cut very short, the fingertips are covered with a thin layer of calluses, and the movements when stroking the bass strings are very affectionate.

After a while, the hands, which can't be said to be good-looking or not good-looking, began to play, and the speaker was instantly occupied by the bass.

Start with simple chords, as if adapting to the rhythm.

After getting familiar with the bass tone, with a light hook of the right hand, the melody suddenly turned.

Slap, triplets, tapped strings, quadruplets... It's not so much about playing, it's more like a series of fancy skill demonstrations.

The bass solo ended with an impromptu melody that could not be written, the muffled sound sounded low, the little finger moved, and the heart-thrilling bass stopped completely.Then the camera went up, as if to shoot the performer's face.

When it stopped on the chest, the right hand that plucked the strings pressed over, and there was darkness.

3 minutes 08 seconds.

The playback is over.

A pair of melancholy eyes were reflected on the phone screen, blinking blankly.

It took Qiu Sheng a while to raise his head, looking at the middle-aged aunts who were practicing square dance in the music square, as if what he saw just now was all false.

A few days ago, he met his aunt dancing in the square for the first time. When asked if he had any impression of the "band", these people showed confusion, confirmed each other several times, and finally told Qiu Sheng: "We also just recently It was decided to practice here, and no one knew about it before.”

It was as if that band, that bass player, had never been there.

Reluctantly, he watched the video again.

At the beginning of the bass test, the right hand plucked from the A string to the G string and finally plucked the E string three times. One note at 1 minute and 34 seconds was plucked down with the thumb... These small details that no one cares about, no matter how many times you look at them It made Qiu Sheng feel like being struck by lightning, and the memory hurt his heart, his ears were buzzing, and it was difficult to breathe.

But there is nothing on the right hand in the video, jewelry, tattoos, and traces of smoking.

It almost made Qiu Sheng suspect that his memory was completely broken.

Not only him, Gu Qi obviously thought of the same thing as him when he showed the video to him.The man folded his hands, observed Qiu Sheng's expression nervously, and finally asked cautiously and uncertainly:

"Do you think it's him?"

Qiu Sheng didn't answer.

About a month ago, this bass solo became popular from the short video platform.The marketing accounts put up an exaggerated title for the attention of bloggers, "You have never seen such a cool bass for 3 minutes".

The language is a bit arrogant, but it is indeed rare that the fingering is clean and not offensive when showing off.

Once spread, many people in the comments asked which musician this was, and analyzed which bass master his technique was inherited from, and some said it was completely wild and worthless.

People on the Internet have their own opinions, but Qiu Sheng is concerned about something else.

Gu Qi showed him the video, and left in frustration after not getting his affirmative answer.He felt that Qiu Sheng didn't care much about this matter anymore, and he couldn't get any attitude from him about "whether or not to go to that person", which made Gu Qi very frustrated, and he didn't say a single extra word.

After Gu Qi left, Qiu Sheng confirmed that he was going downstairs through the floor-to-ceiling window, suddenly it seemed like a different person.His tense calmness suddenly shattered, and he hastily took out his phone—and then because of shaking hands, the phone fell and hit a metal ornament, smashing a corner of the screen.

Qiu Sheng temporarily downloaded the short video app, and then entered the user's name verbatim.

He closed his eyes, mentally preparing himself for a "yes" or "no".

One hundred or so followers, three hundred or so fans.

Except for the bass solo, the views of other videos are not high, and the comments can be found after a little review. There are still a lot of people who are related to each other. The privacy-related ones have been deleted, and the dialogue is a bit lacking. .

Seeing this, Qiu Sheng probably had a bottom line, but he was not convinced, and continued to dig out the results he wanted from the clues.

He is going astray, so no matter how long you look at it, there will be no answer.

After watching all the videos in the account, Qiu Sheng already has a good idea of ​​the situation of the photographer: the bass player of the college student band basically performs on campus, and occasionally comes to the music plaza in Huahua Park to perform for free. On the brink of dissolution.

As for the skilled bass player in the video, of course it’s not their band member—in the latest comment on the video, the photographer wrote tantalizingly: He is my idol!

Because of such a sentence, there are various strange versions of the discussion on the identity of the bass player on the Internet.When Qiu Sheng swiped again from another platform, someone in the comments had already stepped into his minefield.

"Wen Youxia, the bass player, how many times did he give up?"

"Indeed...it looks more and more like it."

"Wen Youxia, your lead singer is calling you to go back and kneel on the washboard!"

"Who is Wen Youxia?"

It's been a long time since I saw that name, and it seemed that he was accidentally said to be the voice of the center. Qiu Sheng shook his hand holding the cigarette, and the cigarette butt rubbed against the edge and burned his fingers, which almost made the already broken screen worse.

He blew his red, swollen skin and hurried into the bathroom, running cold water until his fingers were numb.

Kneeling on the washboard?

I don't have the guts.

Qiu Sheng wanted to laugh a little, but the corners of his mouth curled up sadly, his breath was almost stuck in his throat and he coughed.

This sentence made him speechless, the three words choked Qiu Sheng's tongue every time, like the spell to open Pandora's box, he didn't dare to say it easily, so he had to be silent.

"Wen Youxia", a rather unfamiliar name in the public sense, stirred up waves for a while.

Those who are interested in the matter go to the past, and are surprised to find that everyone does not know Wen Youxia, but the "your lead singer" mentioned in the comment area is an old acquaintance.

Qiu Sheng, an independent music producer, is as famous in the industry as his talent is for his eccentric personality and difficult to get along with, and it is said that he also has obsessive-compulsive disorder.He is the queen of the new singer Sang Xue. The album tailored for her last year just won the record award in March, and the hit single "Butterfly Burning" is still heard everywhere in the streets and alleys.

When Sang Xue gave her speech at the awards ceremony, the live broadcaster gave Qiu Sheng a shot.As a mature-sounding "producer", he is not only surprisingly young, but also looks not inferior to the idol groups in the back row, causing a small splash in a short period of time.

Once the relationship network is spread out, it will be out of control quickly.

Soon, a marketing account dedicated to music gossip released not too much video data of their unknown small band, analyzing what the members who didn't even have two high-definition photos had done in the past and present, accompanied by incitement Sexual remarks have created a embarrassing drama.

The public loves to watch the unknown old things. It would be better if the protagonist's skin is better and the plot is more ups and downs.

Rock bands are really a small group in China. Although he and Wen Youxia were not well-known at the time, they did leave some traces.The story of "love to death" and "be vigorous" completely satisfies idle people's spirit of surfing after dinner. Netizens who are bored collectively flock to Qiu Sheng's personal homepage to "check in", even his listening platform. Pass.

They couldn't find another protagonist, and they were all talking about Qiu Sheng, and they were most concerned about:

"The smashing piano video came, I want to ask if this has been talked about?"

"Is the solo one Wen Youxia?"

Gu Qi called him, more than a dozen, but Qiu Sheng didn't answer; Liu Wangyu also sent him a WeChat message, telling him not to look or talk, and Qiu Sheng replied, "It's okay."

He said it doesn't matter, but others can't take it as it really doesn't matter.

When Gu Qi came to see him the next day, Qiu Sheng was taking medicine.

On the computer screen that was not turned off, there was a video of the previous band's performance. The pixels were fuzzy, and the source of the image was unknown.

"What do you see this for?" Gu Qi wanted to turn it off.

"Don't close it." Qiu Sheng swallowed the pill and said calmly, "I finally found it."

That year, their performance venue was only a narrow livehouse. Qiu Sheng had a small face and big eyes, like a cat. The darker the environment, the brighter and more beautiful it was.He occasionally went out of tune when he sang, jumped and danced in the second half, walked to the right of the stage several times in a song, and lightly kicked the bassist's heel as if in a mischievous manner.

During the interlude, the lights were turned on by mistake, and a light directly stabbed Qiu Sheng's eyes.He closed his eyes, grabbed the person on his right reflexively, and buried his head in his neck.

The wrong light flickered and went off immediately.

The bass player continued to pluck the strings. In the gap between the notes, his left hand was lifted quickly, and his index finger lightly touched Qiu Sheng's forehead, and then retracted, perfectly linking the chord cycle.

So Qiu Sheng raised his head from the bass player's shoulder, smiled sheepishly, and kicked away the wires on the soles of his feet.

He raised the microphone and continued, missing a line of lyrics.

The video only recorded one song, which should be stored in the mobile phone of one of their former loyal music fans. Thinking that "Wen Youxia" was lifted, they couldn't wait to post it to share with their colleagues, and then it spread.

"Where did you come from?" Gu Qi asked.

"It's not that I don't know how to surf the Internet."

Without saying a word, Gu Qi closed all the webpages, and worriedly took out a few documents from his backpack: "This is the sharing contract that Sister Wang asked you to sign last time, it has been stamped, and the copyright fee will be paid within a week. Keep the contract well, don't find it for a long time like last time, and almost got tricked..."

"Oh." Qiu Sheng nodded and teased him, "Brother Qi, why don't you just change jobs and become my manager."

Gu Qi rolled his eyes: "Don't even think about it."

Seeing that he was fine, Gu Qi thought it was over.

He supervised Qiu Sheng after eating and helped clean the kitchen and living room. He wanted to wait for him to leave at night, but his girlfriend called and said that he was not feeling well in the hospital. leave.

Like last time, he hid behind the curtain to watch Gu Qi go downstairs, and when he couldn't see anyone, Qiu Sheng sat down on the spot.

The keywords had been memorized for a long time. Qiu Sheng took the tablet, clicked on a certain video website, entered "Yinshan smashing the piano" in the search bar, and a browsing record popped up.He took a deep breath, and when his fingers grabbed the edge of the iPad, his joints turned blue and white, his eyes were sore, and all his physiological reactions reminded him, "Don't look at it".

But he masochistically clicked play.

The screen shakes so badly that I can't see it clearly.

Roaring, screaming, the dull thud of kicking the speakers, nothing could be heard.

But it fell into Qiu Sheng's eyes and ears, and he almost restored every second of that time.He saw himself froze on the right side of the stage, waving to the back.

Immediately afterwards, the bass player came up, picked up the piano, shook his head and said a word, and the audience burst into exclamations of surprise.

He looked at the bassist blankly, and shouted helplessly, "Wen Youxia?"

Wen Youxia repeated that sentence as if she didn't hear it.The whole livehouse seemed to be exploded, including the people who took the video, and started roaring along with them, the lights were still bright, the four of them froze on the stage, and there was a wave of resistance from the audience, until Qiu Sheng couldn't bear it Zhu Zhu rushed over and wanted to raise his hand to beat him.

Wen Youxia held his wrist, and they were separated by Gu Qi and another person.

Wen Youxia took off the bass that was hanging on her body.

He held the neck of the violin and held it up high, his handsome face was hidden in the darkness.

The brand new bass snapped off, sending sawdust flying.

When I watched the same video for the first time, I could still feel the mood at that time. After watching the 17th and 170th times, Qiu Sheng was only left with numbness and helplessness.He doesn't have a time machine, can't change what has happened, and can't stop others from laughing or lamenting his past.

Qiu Sheng sighed and raised his head again.

This is his 17th visit to Flower Park within a month.

The steps on the edge of the music plaza where the bassist had stood were empty.

The author says:

1. The meaning of the title: a geographical term, referring to the sudden change of a continuous silver-white brilliance from one end of the horizon to the other on the wide ocean.

2. Questions about ex & sexual experience that someone may care about: no mention = no.

3. There is no prototype, there is no prototype, there is no prototype (it is related to the entertainment circle, so it must be emphasized)

4. The protagonists always have double arrows with each other. During the period, there may be cannon fodder unrequited love, but the protagonist does not give eyes, because I am a firm supporter of 1v1.

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