silver sea

The atmosphere of the evening performance was still the same as the first time, warm and exciting.But Qiu Sheng wanted to meet the band members after the end, so he saved his energy while watching.

It is easy to catch a cold when the season changes, and the camel is obviously not in good condition that day. It was originally promised to perform until 11:10, but it ended in a hurry at 30:[-].He also seemed to have a delicate complexion, his bad expression could not be hidden under the lights, he managed to maintain a smile and exchange a few words with the fans before he was dragged away from the stage by Lao Bai and the drummer.

Of course the bass player left long ago, Qiu Sheng thought to himself, "It really hasn't changed", and pushed through the crowd to find Julie at the bar.

Julie really didn't have anything to say to him. If it was another person, maybe she would just take her casual joke as a joke.Seeing Qiu Sheng, she waved to him and handed him a glass of beer: "Sister, please."

Qiu Sheng took it without drinking: "When are you going to see them?"

"Don't worry." Julie glanced at the clock on the wall, "I'll go later, they're busy now."

What's busy, packing up the instruments?

Qiu Sheng was puzzled, but he didn't ask any further questions seeing Julie's secretive appearance.

He hadn't had a few sips of the glass of wine, and he was playing Tetris with his mobile phone, but the more he played, the more anxious he became, his heartbeat increased for no reason, and even if he was breathing normally, he always felt panic lingering, not to mention the pressure in his throat.Qiu Sheng thought it was because of drinking, but he didn't have such a serious reaction before.

Is it because you are looking forward to it too much?still afraid?

Qiu Sheng held the beer glass, and took out an aluminum plate from his trouser pocket sideways, his hands were already shaking violently.

"What is this?" Julie leaned over curiously.

"I have a bit of a cold." Qiu Sheng blocked the words on the aluminum plate and quickly took two slices, and swallowed the beer.

The effect of alprazolam took effect very quickly, and Qiu Sheng felt much better after a while.He couldn't feel the passage of time for a short while in the dizziness after the drug effect, until Julie patted him: "Are you all right?"

"Fortunately, sleepy."

Julie just pretended that he didn't have a good rest: "Let's go."

He hopped off the high stool.

The band members left the blueberry night early, and Julie took him through the side door, through a usually sparsely populated street, and then hailed a taxi.

It takes about ten minutes by car. The straight-line distance from the destination to Lanhua Lane is no more than 500 meters, but the surroundings are winding and winding. It is easy to get lost on foot, and you have to go around in a big circle by car.

The front door is so narrow that it is not the main entrance at first glance, Qiu Sheng frowned: "Where is this?"

"Forget that the kid hasn't been here before." Julie dragged Qiu Sheng inside, "Nightclub, don't you think those rotten apples are some good young people?"

"A nightclub?"

Julie replied "Yes", and Qiu Sheng fell silent.

She thought Qiu Sheng was a broken idol filter, and smiled: "Musicians, that's the same thing. Don't you have a word? The best plastic surgery is the guitar, bass and drums. I want to open some."

Qiu Sheng said "Oh", and asked belatedly, "Sister, are you comforting me?"

"Haha, forget it?" Julie vigorously rubbed two handfuls of Qiu Sheng's hair, then restrained her cynical smile, and said seriously, "You are a good boy, no matter what you see later, don't imitate them."

The phrase "I'm not a good boy" stuck in his throat. Normally, he would have to talk to Julie, but at this moment Qiu Sheng nodded silently.

He knows many things, but knowing and seeing are completely different.

Although there is nothing wrong with music, he really didn't think about what he would do if he saw the musician himself disillusioned.

Each floor of the nightclub is divided into sections, and Qiu Sheng came here for the first time—it wasn't that he used to behave like a top student.

The second floor is a KTV, and the third floor is a chess and card room. Julie took him through several corridors and took the elevator to the sixth floor.This is almost the top floor of the nightclub, and further up, there is only the office area.The corridor looked barely like a serious entertainment club, Qiu Sheng had good ears, and heard some strange noises from time to time.

"You wait here, I'll go in and say hello." Julie said, putting her phone away in the back pocket of her jeans.

Her movements were paired with a rare whisper, and there was an inexplicable sense of deterrence, Qiu Sheng nodded.

When Julie pushed the door open, an inexplicable smell wafted out, a bit choking.As she closed the door, the smell disappeared quickly, and Qiu Sheng retched in his throat, and began to feel nauseous.

After taking the medicine, he smelled the smell again. He was dizzy for a few minutes, and when he regained consciousness, he vaguely saw a person standing in front of him.

Qiu Sheng thought it was Julie who came looking for him, so he stood up straight: "Sister..."

"What are you doing here?"

A deep, yet paradoxically clear, male voice.

Qiu Sheng's fingers went numb in an instant as if he had been electrocuted. He took a hasty step back and raised his head.

The light from the corridor shone from behind to the front, illuminating the opponent's appearance.

Wen Xia?

The face that was always too blurry on the stage is now close at hand, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, the peak of the lips has a wonderful blunt feeling, the eyebrows are protruding, and the eye sockets are deep. A pair of black and pure eyes seem to be "hiding" inside, making the other party full of joy. Introverted and gloomy temperament.Probably just showered after the show, and the ends of my hair are still half wet.

Wen Xia changed out of the black T-shirt she wore on stage, and wore a slightly baggy vest and summer shorts. She had strong arms and calves, and a slender neck including the collarbone. She was clean without any tattoos.

"He seems to like wearing a vest very much, is he afraid of the heat?" Qiu Sheng thought.

She didn't speak all the time, but Wen Xia was very impatient, pointing to the door: "Go in?"

Now that you've found someone, why don't you go in?

The smell inside was so unpleasant that Qiu Sheng shook his head hastily.

"Then let's go." Wen Xia said.

"what?"

"I'm leaving now, are you leaving?" Wen Xia raised his chin, indicating the direction of the elevator.

It was only then that he noticed that the door of the box was ajar. Qiu Sheng wanted to see what was going on inside, but was also worried that Wen Xia would not be there when he turned his head after reading it.He suppressed his curiosity about other band members, Wen Xia took a step, and he followed suit.

The elevator doors closed slowly, and there were only the two of them in the car plus a surveillance camera.

It's hard to say whether the luck is good or bad on this day, every floor stops, but there is no one else after opening the door on each floor, it's weird like the plot of some supernatural movie.

Qiu Sheng would think much more easily when he was quiet, and asked Wen Xia, "Do you know me?"

"do not know."

Then when you greeted me with a tone that seemed to be recognized, Qiu Sheng muttered to himself, and then slowly explained to himself the behavior of staying outside the door just now: "I came with Julie, that girl..."

"so."

"I watched the performance tonight." He tried to find interesting topics with Wen Xia, "The new song is very nice, and you also played the bass very well in the new song. I think the interlude sounded a bit different, yes Impromptu?"

Wen Xia made a soft nasal sound.

Qiu Sheng: "..."

It's so hard to talk to him.

Qiu Sheng suddenly understood why Julie couldn't strike up a conversation, probably the other party couldn't remember her name even after saying her name.

Boring conversations passed the time, the elevator stopped on the first floor, Wen Xia didn't look at him, and went straight to the exit.

Although the chat was boring, Qiu Sheng somehow didn't want to let Wen Xia go and leave like this. He chased after him, brazenly continuing to make excuses: "Why don't you play with them?"

Wen Xia's footsteps slowed down, and she said "hmm" in doubt.

Qiu Sheng almost doubted that he could not understand human language, or there was something wrong with his brain, and his own speech was also affected and became slow: "That's right, I went to Blueberry to watch your performances several times, before I went to 'Blanca' I was there at that time. Every time the show is over, you seem to just leave. It stands to reason that you are on the same team..."

"We can't play together." Wen Xia answered briefly and simply.

Qiu Sheng was in a good mood suddenly: "Don't you get along with the band members?"

He sensed something was wrong when he asked, but Wen Xia said naturally as if he didn't feel it, "It's about the same."

"Ah?" Qiu Sheng realized that this was a big secret, but he didn't know if Wen Xia was prevaricating him casually - no one would start talking about this after just two or three conversations.

"Not compatible, almost."

Qiu Sheng wanted to ask again, they went out of the nightclub gate, Wen Xia stopped.

Naturally, he was not in a hurry to leave, and peeked at the people around him very frequently.Qiu Sheng thought that Wen Xia was going to make some big moves, such as taking a taxi, and if they didn't feel disgusted, could they go somewhere for a drink next time.But Wen Xia only patted his trouser pocket, and opened the edge of the bass piano bag to feel around.

Wen Xia frowned, and turned to Qiu Sheng: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

His voice seems to have a natural attraction to Qiu Sheng, and he can't help following his movements.Qiu Sheng took out his pack of cigarettes, seeing that there were only two of them, and said, "There aren't many more, why don't you go buy another pack?"

"It doesn't matter." Wen Xia said, and thanked him when he took it.

Opposite the nightclub is a moat, a living remnant of the old town.Jacarandas were planted by the river, and there were benches for walkers to rest, but it was late at night.

In May, the wind at night was mild and soft, without any bitterness.

Wen Xia sat on the bench, took a piece of waste paper from the gig bag, folded it up and used it as an ashtray.

It's quite civilized, Qiu Sheng thought, seeing that he didn't seem to want to leave by himself, so he sat down on the other end of the bench.He was silent for a while, and said with emotion: "I thought you were smoking and drinking together in the box."

"No." Wen Xia said directly, "I don't play that."

Which one is that, Qiu Sheng was about to ask, but suddenly he reacted with a jerk.

No wonder Luo Tuo had a bad face on stage today, no wonder Julie called him "don't be like those people", no wonder there was a strange smell in the box... They were "playing".

The feeling of "no wonder" is not very good, but Qiu Sheng quickly adjusted his mentality: "So, they all smoke that?"

"Brother Hui doesn't smoke, but he called someone."

Qiu Sheng joked, "Aren't you afraid that I'll say it when you tell me this?"

After speaking, he felt that it was unnecessary, but anyone who had been in the circle for a long time probably knew it, and judging by Julie's attitude, most people did not shy away from it and would not have any prejudice against them.Probably only a rookie like myself would panic for a while when he heard the fact of Flying Leaf.

"Oh." Qiu Sheng nodded, not knowing what kind of mentality he said, "The box smells a bit bad."

Wen Xia: "It's not a good thing."

"Don't you have any tattoos?"

"Eh?"

"Your band seems to be where you can see without tattoos."

Wen Xia was noticed for the first time, and he thought for a moment before answering: "There is nothing to commemorate."

"Not yet?"

"...Well, maybe in the future."

There is no point in continuing this topic, Qiu Sheng turned his head and put his hand on the side of his face.He belatedly realized that the topic of tattoos just now was actually a bit offensive, but the other party was not sharp at all.

Seeing that Xia's smoke is burning to two-thirds, the surroundings are quiet, the summer night is cool and comfortable, and some words can be blurted out.

"Actually, I mainly want to find you today."

"Ok?"

"I'm sorry, it seems a bit strange, it involves your privacy... I bet with my friend, is 'Wen Xia' your real name." Qiu Sheng started to laugh, "Just listen to it, or don't tell me at all. Anyway, she doesn't know, so I'll say she guessed wrong later."

Wen Xia bit her cigarette, and when she turned her head to look at Qiu Sheng, there was a faint warmth in the corner of her eyes: "What are you betting on?"

"No." Qiu Sheng said, "I don't think your name is 'Wen Xia'."

After saying that, Wen Xia seemed to be smiling, with a short breath.

But it was too dark, and one of the street lamps was broken, so he didn't see Wen Xia laughing.

"You win," he said.

He seemed about to touch a secret, and maybe it was something no one heard before him.Qiu Sheng couldn't help sitting up straight, his heart beat uncontrollably and out of rhythm, he heard the evening wind blowing by his ears.

"My name is 'Wen Youxia', but I don't like this name, so others don't know it."

"……Eh?"

Wen Youxia put out the cigarette, and leaned slightly towards Qiu Sheng: "Now I'll tell you."

The author says:

It's endless when I write about the interaction between the two of them, woo woo!And there is a reason why Wen Xia's own cigarettes are gone here, you can pay attention to it (

Rest tomorrow, continue on Friday