silver sea

After about a month or so, they became acquainted. Qiu Sheng asked Wen Youxia why he could say his name naturally when they met for the first time, and teased him with the implication: "Do you think I'm so pleasing to the eye?"

Wen Youxia asked back, "How can you be sure that this is the first meeting?"

But at the moment, Qiu Sheng didn't think so much.

At night in early May, he accompanied Wen Youxia to finish smoking that cigarette, during which time he tried to chat with Wen Youxia.

Talk about the band, their shows, and other topics.Most of the time, he was the one talking, and Wen Youxia listened. Occasionally, he had questions, and Wen Youxia would answer them. The words were not many, but his attitude was very good, and he was not impatient.

He gradually discovered that Wen Youxia was not as annoying as Julie said, and he was not as aggressive in private as he was on stage.From Qiu Sheng's point of view, Wen Youxia might just be taciturn.

Talking more and talking less has nothing to do with his attitude towards people, it's just a matter of habit.

And Wen Youxia's criticized "stinky face" is just because he was born like this - but Qiu Sheng doesn't think his expression is contemptuous or arrogant, he likes that look very much, just like he likes Wen Youxia's voice, They were all grasped tightly at the first sight, and then couldn't look away.

When they chatted, Wen Youxia was indifferent but very polite, occasionally even gentle.

How to say, in short, it is not the same as the first impression.

After chatting for a long time, he was always talking, and the other party also felt that it was not very good, so he started back and forth.

Wen Youxia asked his name, Qiu Sheng answered, and then he wrote those two words in his hand as if confirming, and asked Qiu Sheng if it was like this.When he said this, the red star of the burning cigarette on Wen Youxia's fingertips met Qiu Sheng's eyes, and they were very close.

He was taken aback: "Huh?... Didn't hear clearly."

"20 years old, are you still studying?" Wen Youxia asked, and after getting an affirmative answer, he sighed, "That's great."

What are you, so childish?

Parents expect their son to be a success in cramming education, which makes him enter school earlier than his peers so that he is always the youngest in the class. Qiu Sheng is a little unhappy for no reason, especially Wen Youxia's tone is similar to that of Julie who called him "little kid".

Qiu Sheng struggled softly: "I will graduate next year..."

Wen Youxia didn't seem to hear it, or what grade he was in wasn't something worth worrying about.After he finished smoking, he looked at the time and stood up, asking Qiu Sheng, "Where is your school?"

Qiu Sheng resisted and thought to himself: Do you want to check the household registration?

Wen Youxia: "Send you back."

The unhappiness just now was immediately dispelled by these four words, Qiu Sheng suppressed a smile: "No need to send it off, my school is closed early, I am too lazy to climb over the wall... I will go to my friend's house to sleep, and it will take two steps not far from here .”

"It's too late, I'll accompany you."

When he said this, Qiu Sheng thought he was just being polite at first, but when he saw that Wen Youxia was waiting for him to get up seriously, he realized that the other party was not joking but really wanted to send him safely to his residence, he was surprised, and began to feel emotional Contradictions: Does he treat everyone like this?Then why did Julie complain about his lack of womanhood?

"Let's go?" Wen Youxia asked, carrying the piano bag with one hand.

Qiu Sheng stood up immediately: "Ah, let's go!"

It is indeed not far from the opposite side of the nightclub to Gu Qi's rented house, but it takes more than half an hour to walk.

Qiu Sheng felt that this was a rare time for them to be alone, and he wanted to know more about Wen Youxia, even though the possibility was unlikely, he was still dreaming about poaching Bai Yanhui's corner.If he really poached him, Gu Qi would be taken aback. Thinking of this, Qiu Sheng's footsteps were much lighter.

Now that Wen Youxia saw him, this was a good start.

Going retrograde along the moat, the flowering period of Jacaranda is approaching now, and there is no large-scale blooming, but occasionally one or two early-maturing flowers can be seen dotted on the treetops.

"...I also have a band." Qiu Sheng said, wanting to show off, but the uncertain future of the band made him depressed, "But it's about to disband."

Wen Youxia said "Oh".

After chatting for a while, Qiu Sheng could roughly figure out the meaning of Wen Youxia's fragmentary monosyllabic expressions - "um" means "know", and "uh" may be a bit interesting, but he doesn't take it too seriously - hope It's probably unlikely that Wen Youxia showed curiosity on his own initiative, he didn't feel disgusted, so Qiu Sheng just continued on his own.

"Before forming a band, I felt that I was very good. I could learn the guitar as soon as I learned it, and writing songs was not difficult. But later I realized how uncomfortable the band was. .” Speaking of this, Qiu Sheng paused, “But in terms of talent alone, I may be half-hearted, and I don’t think he has a position.”

"Everyone is similar." Wen Youxia said suddenly.

"Don't make trouble, our drummer and Rotten Apple's drummer are far apart."

Wen Youxia: "You can practice."

"How long have you been practicing?"

"Bass?" He nodded, and Wen Youxia said, "It's not too long. I learned the violin for a long time. Later, I practiced bass for about three years. Two years ago, I met Brother Hui and asked me if I wanted to do it with him. Band try."

"Just join the rotten apple?"

Wen Youxia said no: "At that time he lost contact with Luo Tuo, he had his own band."

Just as Julie told him, Bai Yanhui discovered Wen Youxia, brought Wen Youxia into his circle, and solemnly introduced him to his original music fans.Qiu Sheng was feeling jealous - a mixture of jealousy and envy - he had to admit that Bai Yanhui had discovered Wen Youxia.

Qiu Sheng pinched his palm, many things he had understood were not enough to keep him calm.He had taken the medicine before, so at least he didn't say anything regretful: "You and Lao Bai have a good relationship, but don't you hang out together in private?"

Wen Youxia was silent, Qiu Sheng thought he was going to avoid answering, which involved privacy.

But he said after a while: "Brother Hui gave me this job."

"Huh?" Qiu Sheng was puzzled, "I thought you liked to play bass, that's why you joined Rotten Apple..."

Wen Youxia waved his hand: "He pays me my salary."

Qiu Sheng couldn't wait to know: "Isn't it because I like it?"

"It's okay." Wen Youxia thought for a moment, "I don't hate it."

This time it was Qiu Sheng who was speechless.

Maybe he is too extreme and persistent, and his own band is not doing well, so he imagines that everyone in all famous bands is working in the same direction.It sounds too inspirational, and it is unlikely to be the truth. At least they have the same goal of "being famous" and "making money".As a result, Wen Youxia said lightly that he regarded this as a job, just like any other job, completing tasks and then supporting his family.

What about music?What about works?

Didn't Wen Youxia have the experience of being scolded by his parents all night for stealing a D-player? Did no one say that he was not doing his job or a serious hobby for playing this game?If it's just not annoying, why do you want to practice the bass to such an extreme, or is the current level just what he thinks is "ordinary"?

Qiu Sheng was full of questions, but he couldn't ask.

Rather than wanting to hear about Youxia's mental journey, it is better to say that he hopes to find some kind of sustenance or affirmation in this "genius bass player" who is a few years older than himself and has rich experience in the band.

Qiu Sheng couldn't live with the life controlled by his family down to the hour.

He escaped, thinking the band was home.

After experiencing members quarreling again and again, leaving the team, and being unable to continue, he was about to disband, and he began to doubt his decision again.

How much he wished that Wen Youxia would talk to him about his ideals at this moment, instead of telling him seriously, "This is my job, and I make money from it."

The night wind blows from behind, carrying a fishy smell of river water and vegetation, which is not unpleasant, and it is a feeling of vitality in late spring and early summer.

The topic about dreams and salary quickly turned over due to the long silence. They walked through three intersections. Wen Youxia didn't have the habit of saying anything proactively. Qiu Sheng could hear him breathing steadily all the time.

At another intersection, Qiu Sheng looked at him and asked, "Can I call you brother?"

Wen Youxia didn't have any experience in this area, so he was stunned: "I'm only two years older than you."

"The senior music fans at Rotten Apple say you're almost thirty."

For the first time, Wen Youxia showed an expression that could be described as "shocked", and his eyes widened a little.

Qiu Sheng wanted to laugh, and deliberately asked: "Isn't it?"

Wen Youxia rummaged through both pockets, then lowered his hand: "I didn't bring my ID card, I'll show you next time."

Did you just plan to take out your ID card to prove yourself, right?

Qiu Sheng was suddenly so cute: "Okay, I believe it... When is your birthday?"

Ordinary people should answer without hesitation when asked about their birthday, but Wen Youxia's eyes dodged for a moment: "It seems to be in February."

February?That is, only 23 this year?

I knew he was young but I really didn't expect him to be so young...

It looks too stable, as if he has been in the society for a long time.

Of course it's not good to say these words directly, Qiu Sheng ignored Wen Youxia's unnatural "oh" just now, and later realized: Wen Youxia meant to prevent himself from calling him "brother".

The set came close to failing.

However, there was no sense of frustration, but it made him feel very happy.

In fact, there are very few relaxing moments in Qiu Sheng's memory. What he misses the most is the light joy when he just received the university notice and learned that he had fulfilled his wish and was able to come to a strange city far away from his hometown.That held him for a long time, and what has been so clearly perceived since then is today.

Wen Youxia brought him such happiness. At this moment, Wen Youxia infinitely approached the freedom he had three years ago.

"What about you?" Wen Youxia asked abruptly.

This was the first time he wanted to know something this evening, Qiu Shengping's fingers numb for a moment: "I... December, my birthday is the day after Christmas."

But why is he asking these questions?

Wen Youxia tried to get to know him, Qiu Sheng guessed, Wen Youxia didn't have friends of the same age, right?

Then he doesn't mind being Wen Youxia's friend in Donghe City.

Qiu Sheng thought, the name, age, and things that have not been told to others have been told to himself, and then can we go a little further.He glanced at Wen Youxia, then looked at the intersection - there was only one street to Gu Qi's residence.

"Are you free on weekends?" Qiu Sheng asked, "I mean when you're not rehearsing."

Wen Youxia seemed to understand where Qiu Sheng wanted to ask him to play, and he looked apologetic: "I have to work part-time, sorry. I teach children how to play guitar in a piano shop."

Few excellent bass players can't play the guitar at all, Qiu Sheng understood, but he really didn't expect that someone like Wen Youxia would choose a part-time job as a guitar teacher, so he couldn't help but joked: "You won't be that kind of strict teacher, would you? ?”

Wen Youxia didn't answer directly: "They are all young and interested."

"You can teach as long as you want to learn?"

"Ok?"

Qiu Sheng blurted out the words on the spur of the moment, and Wen Youxia responded in a low voice.This gave him a strange courage, which he rarely did, asking one question after another and waiting for an answer—Qiu Sheng preferred to decide everything by himself—so he could push a little further.

"I also want to learn." Qiu Sheng mentioned the previous incident, "I can play, but it's very mediocre. I always think that you are very good at playing musical instruments... If possible, can you teach me?"

Wen Youxia's silence this time was longer than before, Qiu Sheng was ready to be rejected, but he said, "Where's Bess?"

The first quarter moon rose to its highest position, and the sky was completely dark.

The warm light of the street lamps covered their figures, and the countdown on the other side of the road was always flashing orange because of the darkness.

"I don't like guitar." Wen Youxia said, and asked him, "Learn bass? Teach you."

The author says:

In the setting, the two of them are February and December... I don't know if this is a two-year difference or a three-year difference, whatever, don't get too entangled.

Continue tomorrow. ——The author's message during the trip.