silver sea

In the darkness of night, the trees surrounded them like the walls of a madhouse.

Wen Youxia shattered his sunny fantasy with just one word.

The smile condensed instantly, but the corners of the mouth were still raised, and the arc became extremely stiff and distorted.The violence in Qiu Sheng's heart suddenly rose by more than ten meters, piercing through the high wall and occupying his mind, forcing him to stand up abruptly, raising his hand to catch Wen Youxia.

Wen Youxia predicted his next move, and took a step back, narrowly dodging Qiu Sheng.

He thought I was going to hit him?Realizing this, Qiu Sheng became even angrier, and couldn't help but raise his volume: "What do you mean Wen Youxia! Who do you think I am?!"

"Qiu." Wen Youxia called him, "That's enough."

The voice was not loud, but it was so deep that it made people feel like falling into an ice cave, and it strangely soothed the crazy heat.

Qiu Sheng was slapped in the face, withdrew his hand and entangled his fingers uneasily.He guessed that what Wen Youxia wanted to hear might not be love, so he said: "You don't want to fall in love... because I didn't do well, of course I did. I did something wrong, I'm sorry for you, but don't refuse, you are punish me."

"No, Qiu Sheng."

But Qiu Sheng covered his ears to escape, not wanting to hear Youxia denying: "I say I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Is that okay? I shouldn't have made a decision to sell the copyright without authorization. I can't handle many things well... many things... I was thinking of being good for you, but it was my fault for not actually thinking about your feelings, I apologize!"

"..."

"What happened at that time, I shouldn't have sold our song, and I can't get the copyright back now, but... in the future..." He made up his mind and said loudly, "Give me a chance, and I will listen to you in the future! You say Forget it, can this work? Don't blame me anymore, can you?!"

"I said, I'm not interested now."

"..."

Wen Youxia was still in a reasonable posture, his body was half arched, his eyes were darker than the night: "I don't care about these things now, it's up to you to decide, don't ask for my opinion."

Qiu Sheng suddenly became desperate.

He said so many reasons, but he still didn't dare to ask Wen Youxia. He didn't agree because he was still blaming him, not because he didn't like him anymore, right?

"Qiu, you said you asked me to come back to be in a band, didn't you?"

Qiu Sheng pinched the palms of his hands: "The band is me... mine and yours, and yours too..."

Wen Youxia shook her head: "Yinshan has always belonged to you alone."

"..."

"It's fine for the band to continue working together, let's forget about the rest. Both of us can't distinguish between personal and business matters." Wen Youxia straightened up and stepped on a leaf, "I'm too lazy and don't want to worry about it anymore."

He finally understood why Wen Youxia's cooperation made him uneasy: Lu Yining was bargaining, thinking about the treatment and beautiful girls in the future, Gu Qi was familiar with the six strings of the guitar, practicing the songs they wrote in the past.They all have expectations for "Silver Mountain 2.0" and feel that they will be an indispensable part.

But Wen Youxia didn't, he had no idea, no objection, and returned to the state when they first met.

Probably worse than then.

Wen Youxia doesn't like playing bass, and doesn't like him anymore.

It turned out that there was no turning point, and he took the worst script.

"Don't want to worry so much?" Qiu Sheng murmured, "How much do you think you have worried about before...do you really think so?"

What is a private matter and what is a business matter?In the final analysis, it is because of the copyright of a song that I am worried about. Cooperation is okay, but love is not. How can it be so divided?

Wen Youxia was silent, she was very resolute in her silence.

After experiencing ups and downs all night, Qiu Sheng was extremely tired now.He didn't want to take another look at Wen Youxia, and raised his finger to the brightly lit park center: "Then get out."

Wen Youxia glanced at him again, carrying the piano case on his back, he really "rolled" obediently.

Until he looked up and found that the other person's figure had completely disappeared from his field of vision, Qiu Sheng sat back on the bench in a slumped manner, and the cold iron chair surface gave him goosebumps all over his body out of thin air.

He took out the crushed cigarette case in his trouser pocket, with the last three cigarettes in it.

Qiu Sheng lit the first cigarette, raised his head, and exhaled blue-gray smoke into the dark night sky.Shaking Mars, the smell of smoke irritated his respiratory tract, and the soreness from the tip of his nose rushed to his eyes.

Qiu Sheng didn't feel anything when the tears fell down the side of his face and onto the collar of his shirt, and then there were more and more tears.He bit the cigarette, took two more puffs, the back of his neck hurt so much that he couldn't hold it, so Qiu Sheng supported his knees, pinched the cigarette butt with trembling fingers, after a few puffs, he threw it on the bottom of his feet and stamped it out, and then continued to smoke the next one.

Qiu Sheng was crying silently, just kept smoking.

He shouldn't be drinking, he shouldn't be smoking, but no one is stopping him now.

Other bands used to write sour lyrics, saying "Your tears are like sea water, staining my sleeves".Qiu Sheng was still a little emotional when he heard it, and stepped on Wen Youxia's heel to express his opinion: "Have you ever drank sea water?"

Wen Youxia looked at him like he was looking crazy, so he laughed loudly: "I drank it, it was so salty! I almost fell into it and drowned when I was a child!"

He spoke happily then, but he never tasted his own tears.

Know it now.

Unlike sea water, tears are bitter.

He was glad that the place was very remote and the light was not good. When the tired couple stood up and was busy with you and me, they couldn't find him hiding behind the trees and grass.Even if someone passed by now, most of them just regarded Qiu Sheng as some poor ghost who was drunk, unemployed, and smoking a cigarette.

As a bass player, yes; in a relationship, no.

Silver Mountain is yours, you have the final say, are you satisfied?

What bullshit logic.

Qiu Sheng was so angry that he almost wanted to laugh: "Fuck it!"

is it my fault?

I was wrong?

Won't you even be given a chance to correct your mistakes?

If you really care so much, why don't you fight me to the end?

After finishing the third cigarette, Qiu Sheng was still out of breath.

Everyone else in the grove was in pairs, but he was the only one who cried loudly after falling out of love again.

Although crying is not necessarily all because of Wen Youxia, there is also self-loathing and denial surging and beating together. When the bad mood reached that point, Qiu Sheng couldn't control himself at all, so he could only shed tears.

Among those bitter tastes, he couldn't tell whether it was more sad or more angry, and he was going to be bad from the inside out.

If he was sad enough to have a good reason, Wen Youxia would not leave.

Wen Youxia is a reasonable person.

"Well, I'm really not innocent." Qiu Sheng took a deep puff on his cigarette and thought, "But I'm not innocent, then Wen Youxia should be more straightforward, hate me, hate me, and never see me again—how can he be indifferent ?”

It doesn't matter, right?

Qiu Sheng took out his phone, and because his fingers were wet with tears, he pressed a fingerprint made of water on the screen.

He wanted to delete Wen Youxia's WeChat, block Wen Youxia's phone call, and directly announce "Get out of my band" when they meet next time, and then let Wen Youxia get out of his life completely.In the future, whether it is life or death, everyone should stop dating. Anyway, we have bid farewell for so many years before, and whoever leaves is not a day.

But Qiu Sheng's fingers were trembling. After looking at the profile picture with a black background and the circle of friends for a long time, he still quit WeChat.

He can leave whenever he wants, why?He said he didn't like it and didn't like it?

Am I no match for any random passer-by?

Okay, then continue to torture Wen Youxia, anyway, I am also very good at torturing musicians.

Don't you want to be lazy, don't you just want to be a musician?deal with me?

Don't like it anymore, right?

I have to peel off your skin to see what is written on your mind.

I can't fucking tell you what your last name is.

Qiu Sheng started to dig into the horns again, staring at the phone screen until his eyes hurt.

A hot news push popped up at the top, and he suddenly came to his senses. He took three deep breaths, meditated desperately, and told himself "this is not good"—but he didn't intend to change it. He didn't know how to change it.

Qiu Sheng was holding the phone, maybe crying had calmed him down, and after sitting for a while, he chose to leave the Flower Park.

This place has become his new nightmare.

He never comes again.

The embarrassed and dejected figure passed through the shadows of trees, and the bright street lights illuminated Qiu Sheng's eyes and ears.

As time got later and later, people in the park began to walk towards the same gate as him.He suspected that his eyes were still bloodshot, and his face should be very red and hot. He didn't want to raise his head to meet anyone's gaze, so he chose the shortest road, took the mobile phone to call a car, and waited for the driver to arrive. He couldn't wait to hide in the iron shell .

The taxi merges into the main traffic road and becomes a point among many red stars.

On the side of the gate of Huahua Park, Wen Youxia stood in place, looking at the intersection where the yellow car drove away.He played with a lighter with his slender fingers, twirling it back and forth in a fancy way before lighting up a fire.

But the cigarette held between his lips was not lit, Wen Youxia threw the lighter and the cigarette into the trash can.

He knew that Qiu Sheng had cried just now.

What can be done?Wen Youxia couldn't see the taxi anymore, his fingers were pulling on the shoulder strap of the bass piano case, which had been worn out over the years, and he unconsciously grabbed the edge that was about to break.

Change the shoulder strap another day.

Wen Youxia thought about it, and lowered her head to reply to the WeChat message sent by "Wen Haoqian": "Drinking with friends tonight, I won't go to the hospital, you go to accompany Teacher Wen now."

He typed more words into the text box than he could say out of his mouth. Wen Youxia sent a message, frowning irritably, and turned off the phone before the question mark started to pop up on the other side.He fumbled in his wallet and pulled out two one-dollar coins and a ten-dollar bill—to buy a bottle of water, some mints or something.

The convenience store is on the right side of the park, Wen Youxia walked there, but before he stepped into the convenience store, he was stopped by two little girls.

The little girl may not have graduated from elementary school, her head only reached Wen Youxia's chest, and she had to raise her head very high to talk to him.The girl in the floral shirt has two thin braids, big eyes, blunt and innocent like a cat.

He was aroused by these eyes and thought of Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng's eyes are also like a cat's, brighter when he is more energetic, but when he is lazy or sick, his eyelids droop and cover most of his pupils, which makes people soft-hearted and can't help but take care of him.

Qiu Sheng is so stubborn, so stubborn that it makes people bored. Qiu Sheng is impulsive and can't listen to other people's opinions.He has a lot of flaws, he said "you really have the backbone to see me when I die".

But now they see each other again.

Wen Youxia stopped at a loss, and the two little girls seemed to be grabbing at straws: "Big brother! Do you want to buy flowers?..."

flower?He lowered his head in doubt, and saw two wilting red roses in the braided hands.

"No."

He doesn't look kind and is tall, even if he speaks normally, he still has a deterrent effect on children.

The shofar-braided companion took a step back in shock from this cold answer, and the corner of Wen Youxia's mouth twitched.He bypassed the two girls, but the next second, the shofar suddenly stopped him again.

"Big brother!" She mustered up her courage, and almost everyone around her looked over, "The last two flowers, we can go home for dinner after they are sold out, can big brother buy flowers?"

Wen Youxia looked at her in astonishment, the stubbornness in those eyes made people feel distressed.

It was so similar, just a few minutes ago, Qiu Sheng had the same look in his eyes, which made him almost feel that they could really "start over".

"How much?" Wen Youxia heaved a sigh of relief.

"Huh?" The girl raised her head as if she was in a desperate situation, "That... originally it was five yuan a piece, but the flowers don't look too good... just buy one and get one free, this one is for big brother!"

Her crisp voice is also very suitable for singing, Wen Youxia thought about it, and handed over the ten yuan she planned to buy candy.

Replaced two roses that did not sell well.

"You don't need to look for it." He pinched the flower stalk, lowered his body so that his eyes were at the same level as the little girl's, and smiled lightly at her, "Come home."

The two little girls ran into an alley across the street hand in hand. He held the roses and smelled a sweet fragrance with a fishy smell that was in full bloom.

Later, he inserted the rose into a certain mineral water bottle and placed it on the window sill, where it could be exposed to the full autumn sunshine.It rained outside the window at night, and the temperature began to cool down the next day. After all, the roses did not last long.

The petals were all withered, Wen Youxia bought the cheapest flower pot and buried them in it.

He knows it won't sprout next year either.

He just felt that this seemed like a stupid thing Qiu Sheng would do.

The author says:

I have experienced some very unpleasant things at the beginning, and I am not very confident in writing this article... I hope that if you like it, leave a lot of comments to encourage me TvT