silver sea

"So you used to go out to the Shura field every week at the end of the semester, to learn bass from him?" Gu Qi couldn't believe it.

Qiu Sheng nodded and played a riff casually while playing the guitar.

"How are you doing?"

"It's okay, I can play." Qiu Sheng said, continuing to hum the tune.

Gu Qi: "I'm not pouring cold water on it, but I'm really confused. What are you learning bass for? Writing songs? Synthesizers can do it now. If you record it yourself, one person can't complete the instrument record. Are you right?"

"I just want to learn."

Gu Qi: "...OK, let's learn, what about your part-time job?"

"I'm doing it." Qiu Sheng unconsciously imitated someone who cherishes words like gold, and then found that this kind of speaking habit is not suitable for him, "I help the owner of the record store to look after the store on weekdays, and go to the library on weekends. The sister who took me also said I can borrow any book I want."

Gu Qi smiled: "It's time to read more books, that's a good thing."

"So every Wednesday night when I'm free, I go to the record store to find Wen Xia to learn bass." Qiu Sheng raised two fingers, "In less than two hours, he will give friendly advice."

Gu Qi knew that he knew the bass player of Rotten Apple, but he didn't expect to get to know each other so quickly.The university band never got together after the final exam of the third grade, no one mentioned disbanding, Qiu Sheng was not attached to it, and it seemed that there was no need to make a special trip to announce it officially-there were only a few people in their songs heard.

After thinking for a while, Gu Qi still planned to remind him: "Qiu Er, you will graduate next year, think about a way out."

"know."

"Are you still going to be in a band?"

"It depends on the situation. I'll do it if I can. I haven't thought about what else I have the confidence to do." Qiu Sheng looked down at the marks of his own sweat on the fretboard and complained, "It's too hot here, you should install an air conditioner. ?”

"The air conditioner will trip. The landlord won't provide it. I'm sorry." Gu Qi sarcastically, seeing Qiu Sheng's face flushed with heat, moved the electric fan in front of him, "I'll just leave it."

Qiu Sheng didn't politely adjust to the maximum gear.

A 20-year-old and almost 21-year-old, his back is as thin as a puberty, like a piece of paper, Gu Qi is worried that he will fly away if he blows so hard.Couldn't help reminding "Beware of catching a cold", Gu Qi said again: "I don't know what to do with the rice... I only have noodles tonight, whether you like it or not."

"Love to eat!" Qiu Sheng turned his face, "Brother Qi, you are a good person, I will buy you a sports car when I get rich."

"I see you talking about running trains."

Going to the door and starting to boil water, Gu Qi looked back at Qiu Sheng, and silently restrained his joking expression just now.

When Qiu Sheng said "I don't have confidence in others", Gu Qi wanted to ask, do you have confidence in the band? Have you ever thought about it? Now it's just because you like it now. What if you don't like it in the future?Maybe he graduated two years earlier, he felt that Qiu Sheng didn't understand the dangers in the world, and he was reluctant to expose him directly.There are a few people in the world who can do what they like for a long time. If Qiu Sheng succeeds, then there is nothing wrong with it.

The bass player in Rotten Apple may become his mirror, or he may be his guiding star.

Qiu Sheng has been in contact with him a lot, and maybe he will understand that liking something and persisting in it for decades are two different things.Maybe, he saw a brand new, bright and smooth path.

On the bedside table, Nokia's mobile phone buzzed, and a new short message popped up.

Qiu Sheng glanced casually, and then seemed to be fast-forwarded suddenly.He quickly jumped off the sofa, grabbed the T-shirt and put it on the top of his head, put both feet in the goal shoes, and ran out regardless of Gu Qi standing at the door cooking noodles.

"where to?"

"Practice!"

Gu Qi raised her voice: "Stop eating?"

The echo was still echoing at the stairway full of sundries, and Qiu Sheng disappeared in a flash.

Gu Qi turned her head helplessly, glanced at the freshly boiled water, pulled out half of the prepared noodles, and muttered in a low voice while pouring in: "This momentum... my god, is it playing bass or falling in love?" ..."

But Qiu Sheng didn't hear these words, and he ran all the way out of the small box-like residential building.

The wind filled the T-shirt, and Qiu Sheng ran forward, knowing every turn clearly.

In June, the gradually rising temperature made everyone lazy. He stepped on the fine shadows of camphor trees and jacarandas, and rushed towards the exit of the alley under the sunshine. He stopped only when he saw the bus stop sign on the roadside. blow.

Qiu Sheng crossed his hips, calmed down for a while, and walked to the back of the platform: "Why are you here so early?"

"They have an entertainment, I won't go." Wen Youxia said, throwing a helmet to Qiu Sheng.

"Did you ride your bike today?"

Seeing him nodding, Qiu Sheng hugged his helmet and looked at Wen Youxia and his motorcycle - not too expensive or fashionable brand style, Wen Youxia didn't wear any motorcycle jacket and leather boots, just an ordinary T-shirt, Wearing a helmet, revealing a pair of dark eyes, the gesture of rubbing the handlebar of the motorcycle is quite casual.

Others ride motorcycles mostly to play cool and pick up girls, but Wen Youxia, Qiu Sheng thinks that he only uses it as a means of transportation, which is convenient and fast without traffic jams.Donghe City hasn't banned motorcycles yet, but it's not sure what to say in the future...

It's really forbidden. Would Wen Youxia buy a small battery, or ride a bicycle?

The bicycle is okay, the small battery...

The picture made Qiu Shengguang almost laugh just thinking about it.

He stayed where he was, Wen Youxia stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in front of Qiu Sheng, signaling to get in the car.

"Really? Are you carrying me?" Qiu Sheng said, wearing the helmet happily. After a while, he couldn't find the place to buckle it. He was still struggling with his head down. Wen Youxia reached out and grabbed the two straps.

With a "click", the safety buckle fits perfectly.

Qiu Sheng was a little embarrassed, and straddled the back row of the motorcycle.

He hesitated for a moment, and supported Wen Youxia's waist. He felt that the other party didn't like close contact, and was about to find a place to grab it. Wen Youxia took his wrist to stabilize his waist, and patted .

"Hold tight." Wen Youxia said.

It was like an early warning, and he immediately slammed the accelerator.

Pushed by the inertia, Qiu Sheng threw forward uncontrollably, almost knocking his face on Wen Youxia's back.

Midsummer is approaching, the sun is so hot that the asphalt road slightly floats a layer of distorted transparent wind, and when the locomotive starts to run, the wind rushes towards them all at once.There was a buzzing in his ears, most of which was blocked by the helmet, still making people's minds go blank for a few seconds, Qiu Sheng closed his eyes, and when the motorcycle turned a corner, he realized that they were close to each other.

In addition to the vague scent of flowers, he inexplicably smelled the faint, refreshing scent of laundry detergent on Wen Youxia's clothes.

He hugged Wen Youxia, the body wrapped in his arms was neither hard nor stabbing, it was as flexible and warm as an ordinary person's, with a reassuring temperature.

The sound of the accelerator pedal and the tremor in his ears became far away, and he seemed to be able to go to the ends of the world suddenly.

The destination is in an old villa area in Xicheng District.

The private garage has been sealed off and refitted on both sides. The owner of the villa has immigrated with his family, so please let the property management handle it with full authority.After renting out the entire room, the resident is a businessman, and they don't often rest here. The two garages are too tasteless, so they simply closed one and planned to use it as a warehouse.

Wen Youxia fell in love with this "warehouse", and after discussing with the tenants, he sublet it at a not-too-expensive price.

Ever since he stalked Wen Youxia to learn bass from Wen Youxia, they started looking for various suitable places.For example, the rehearsal room of the university - Wen Youxia, an outsider who went there only once, was almost captured by the security guards - or the blueberry night during the day, but because of various miscellaneous things, it is always difficult to stabilize.

Wen Youxia brought Qiu Sheng here.

A spring camp bed, a small desk, a laptop that is always stuck, speakers and wiring, a wobbly light bulb, and a small window constitute Wen Youxia's temporary residence.

Qiu Sheng asked once: "You live here at night?"

"Not overnight." Wen Youxia explained at that time, "I just come here occasionally when I'm in a bad mood."

"Has anyone been here before?"

Wen Youxia was taken aback: "No."

The walls of the room are covered with sound-proof panels, and the bass is equipped with a mute, which can minimize the potential for nuisance.Wen Youxia said that there are not many people living in this villa, and the distance will not disturb the neighbors too much.

The environment is ordinary, gray tone, and very dark, but Qiu Sheng thought: This is like a secret base, he is the first person to come.

The renovated room in the garage had a bad orientation, so it was necessary to turn on the lights during the day. Wen Youxia took out the bass from the gig bag in the corner, and said to Qiu Sheng, "Don't you want to practice hooking? Learn today."

"So fast--"

"Well, because the tour starts tomorrow."

Just touched the apple-red YAMAHA, Qiu Sheng's face was full of excitement, and more than half of it disappeared for no reason: "What?"

Wen Youxia sat on the spring bed, and a hoarse "creak" echoed in the room following his movements.He dragged out a box of mineral water from under the bed, opened a bottle for Qiu Sheng and put it on the table.

"Tour so soon?" Qiu Sheng said anxiously, "It's only June!"

"Brother Hui arranged it, and they seem to be in a hurry." Wen Youxia hesitated to speak, thought for a while, and lowered his voice to bring Qiu Sheng closer, "It is said that Donghe has been very strict recently, and camels... Somebody might pick him up."

Qiu Sheng was fully aware of Luo Tuo's bad habit. Hearing that it was the reason, Bei Si didn't want to learn it.He took a sip of water, and said in a bad tone: "Then can't you protect him from the limelight?"

"It just so happened that the agreement was signed." Wen Youxia mentioned the label, "They have made arrangements, and the first stop is Yongxiang."

Qiu Sheng was sullen, hanging on the bass, strumming the strings once and for all, his voice was deep and chaotic, just like his mood at the moment.

"How long?"

"Walking many places."

"still coming back?"

"I'll be back." Wen Youxia counted the days, "Autumn will be the soonest."

Qiu Sheng was even more dejected.

Silence spread in the small garage room. They had been together for more than a month. Although they didn't communicate every day, he should be one of the most frequent contacts with Wen Youxia.Qiu Sheng always thought that he and he were friends, but when Wen Youxia said the news that he "will only come back in autumn", he was wrapped in long-lost anxiety.

Qiu Sheng tried to slow down his breathing. He touched the four strings of the bass with his fingers, but he didn't play them. He heard the muffled and thick bass sounding again and again, as if this could relieve the heat in his back.

His heart was empty, and he really wanted to say "Can you not go", but he also knew that this sentence was making trouble for no reason.

He has nothing to do with Wen Youxia.

Qiu Sheng stopped breathing slightly, and his vision suddenly darkened.

"What's the matter?" Wen Youxia noticed that he was not feeling well, thought it was hot, and moved an electric fan for Qiu Sheng from the corner.

Qiu Sheng bit the tip of his tongue, and was brought back to a normal state by the pain."I'm hungry, I haven't had dinner yet," he said in a broken can.

Wen Youxia agreed, and called him without asking what he was eating, probably ordering a box lunch.

Eating his food and using his bass, Qiu Sheng knew that he hadn't cared about drinking for a month, so he took the opportunity of practicing the piano to get closer to Wen Youxia.

Before the two of them practiced the piano or chatted about other things, Qiu Sheng thought that he was already in Wen Youxia's circle of friends.

Only now did it suddenly dawn on him that being friends wasn't enough.

He began to rely on Wen Youxia, like relying on the short-term stability brought by alprazolam.

This is not a benign sign in a friendship.

With a bang, Qiu Sheng fell onto the camp bed with Bess in his arms, and his ears rang from the sound.

"Qiu." Wen Youxia asked from a distance, "In a bad mood?"

Wen Youxia's name for him was learned from Gu Qi, but he didn't learn it well, he didn't have that unreserved energy, instead it seemed to be called some special nickname——Qiu Sheng thought, this also gave him "not enough" illusion.

Sometimes when thinking about it, there is only a flash for a second. Qiu Sheng sat up, still hugging Wen Youxia's bass, not daring to lift his eyes: "I suddenly feel...you go on tour and see no one for so long, it's like falling out of love .”

"..."

"That's not right, it's just... anyway... hey..."

He searched incoherently for a more suitable expression, and then ran out of words, so he had to cover his face not to look at the other party: "No, I can't find a description, it's just very...very broken-hearted feeling."

Wen Youxia froze for a moment, then turned her head and smiled slightly.

"It's not that serious." He said, with a very tender tone and gentle eyes, "You can call me."

At that time, he couldn't understand why he was so flustered and at a loss because of such a light promise.Many years later, Qiu Sheng traced back to the source and analyzed it in detail——

This was the moment when his feelings for Wen Youxia began to deteriorate.

The author says:

From Wen Xia's car and house, we can see that his quality of life is still somewhat guaranteed ww

see you tomorrow