silver sea

Autumn rains are rarely so violent, and the sound of the wind makes the trees shake wildly. It should have been dawn, but the clouds are thick, and the pouring rain has covered the entire city with a layer of dust.

Wen Youxia didn't bring too many things back, but Qiu Sheng realized that Bei Si wasn't there, and asked, "Where's your piano?"

"Brother Hui, take it, they'll be here tomorrow." Wen Youxia found out a folding umbrella.

"what?"

"There's an emergency at home, so I'll be leaving first." He quickly tidied himself up to make him look neater, put on a pair of rain boots over his sneakers, and was about to go out.

Qiu Sheng asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Wen Youxia looked at him in surprise after hearing this, and lowered his eyes: "...No need. It's too early, you should sleep a little longer."

"You go by motorcycle?" He urged urgently, "Should we take a taxi or bus in such heavy rain?"

Wen Youxia paused for a while when closing the door: "Okay."

When the iron door closed, there was a buzzing sound.

When Qiu Sheng rushed over to look, the wind and rain were raging outside, Wen Youxia's back disappeared into the rain curtain, and the black dot was blurred by mist-like water stains into faint traces, and soon disappeared——At that moment, Qiu Sheng had no reason He knew that this feeling was normal for him, but it took him a while to recover from the sudden acceleration of his heartbeat.

The wind blows the rain, and Qiu Sheng gets wet.

He stood at the entrance and stared at the light bulb, his guitar was placed on the camp bed, and Wen Youxia's freshly changed clothes were curled casually to cover the storage box.

Qiu Sheng walked over in a strange way, touched the T-shirt with his hand, and then shrank back.

The dewdrop wrapped around him burst instantly, and he felt cold from the inside out.

Later, Qiu Sheng recalled their many meetings and farewells, with different moods accompanied by the same moist coolness, perhaps Wen Youxia was just a rain to him.

After Wen Youxia left, of course Qiu Sheng couldn't fall asleep, he tossed and turned, and fell into a daze halfway through, as if listening to the sound of the rain getting quieter while he was half asleep.It was almost noon when the sky was bright, and Qiu Sheng lay down on the camp bed and sent a text message to Wen Youxia, asking him if the matter was settled, and after thinking about it, he sent another message: "Going back to school in the afternoon."

Wen Youxia replied to him half an hour later: "Lock the door."

"When will I see you next time QAQ"

This time it's seconds.

"Tuesday night, blueberry, come early."

This sentence made Qiu Sheng warm up. He finished class almost out of his mind, lost sleep in the dormitory, and made up two homework.On Tuesday morning, he seized the time to sleep for a while to refresh himself, and he looked forward to the dusk like he was looking forward to a date.

Yesterday's wind and rain have completely become a thing of the past, and the sun is shining day after day in early autumn. The retro-style blue tiles and white walls of Lanhua Lane and the still lush green camphor make everything seem to stay in spring.

Standing at the door of Blueberry Night, Qiu Sheng sent a text message to Wen Youxia.

Wen Youxia was probably too lazy to type, so he called him back directly: "Come to the side door."

Qiu Sheng held up his mobile phone, deliberately using "Where is it?" to delay Wen Youxia's call.He went to the side door twice, took two steps around the road, and saw the dark blue iron door pushed open from the inside, and Wen Youxia, dressed in black, came out.

He was about to go to the gate to meet Qiu Sheng, when he met his gaze, his eyes were slightly astonished, and then he smiled.

To Qiu Sheng, Wen Youxia's smile is not too uncommon, but at this moment, the autumn sun cast a warm yellow hazy filter on him, which properly divided three quarters of the shadows on his body, Perfect as a Rembrandt light.If he had a film camera in his hand now, Qiu Sheng thought, he would keep this moment without hesitation.

After it was developed, it was pasted on his bedside together with the strange sunshine to illuminate the darkness.

"Playing with me?"

Wen Youxia's voice came from the ear and the front at the same time. Qiu Sheng succeeded in his trick and waved at him, then cut off the call and ran to him in two steps: "Is there a performance? I didn't buy a ticket today."

"No need." Wen Youxia let him enter the side door, "Do you want to go to the VIP seat on the second floor?"

"You invite me?" Qiu Sheng asked, seeing him nodding, he quickly refused, "No, I like to stand in the first row."

Wen Youxia was thoughtful.

Just entering the side door is a corridor. After turning the passage, it is closer to the place where the musicians rest and blow water.Qiu Sheng was just passing by before, but this time he followed Wen Youxia for the first time. He stood at the door, hesitating whether to go in, Wen Youxia pressed his shoulder, and lifted his chin slightly.

The door was pushed open, and Qiu Sheng seemed to be dragged into the lounge by him with his arms around his shoulders.Before he could taste the rare physical contact that made him sweat or his ears were hot, he heard a familiar voice in the corner.

"Wen Xia, are you here?"

Sitting there, Bai Yanhui raised his arm toward Wen Youxia, his gaze immediately fell on Qiu Sheng, the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to freeze for a second, before Wen Youxia could answer and asked him: "Is this your...?"

What kind of code is this?

Qiu Sheng looked at Wen Youxia. The other party didn't intend to explain to him, but he didn't let go. He still grabbed his shoulder—the posture of his wrist resting on his shoulder bone—and gave a low "um".

Bai Yanhui raised his eyebrows immediately, and raised the volume in an unclear manner: "Yo!"

He stopped talking and started playing with his mobile phone, but his face was darker than before.

It was the first time for Qiu Sheng to see this guitarist admired by Gu Qi so close. He was not as excited as he imagined, and he was not even obviously nervous.He followed Wen Youxia very closely, no more than two steps, like a pendant on Wen Youxia's back.Wen Youxia didn't mind, she found the bass near the musical instrument box, and then took out a pair of earplugs from her outer pocket.

"Use it later." Wen Youxia said to him, "The first row is close to the stereo, so please protect your ears."

Just as Qiu Sheng said "thank you", behind him, Bai Yanhui suddenly half-jokingly said in an unintelligible tone: "Wen Xia, you were not so considerate to that girl last time."

What girl?Qiu Sheng tugged Wen Youxia's clothes.

Wen Youxia smoothed out the marks that he had pulled out, and didn't want to answer. He simply put on the earplugs for Qiu Sheng, and then took a bottle of soda from the box and handed it to him.

"This is for you to drink." He urged again.

He also said half a sentence later, there are some words like "young" and "drinking".

It probably has a noise reduction function. Qiu Sheng felt like someone covered his ears. Although Wen Youxia's voice could be heard, it was foggy and separated by something.He raised his hand to take it off, but Wen Youxia stopped him after noticing it, and shook his head at him.

Wen Youxia pulled a stool for him to sit on, while she stood beside her and started playing mobile games.

Wen Youxia likes to play a translation game similar to "Tui Tui Le". Qiu Sheng tried it a few times when he saw him before, and thought it was probably a puzzle game. Anyway, his irritable personality is unacceptable.

"I'm impatient." He complained to Wen Youxia at that time, "It's too difficult."

He sat for a while, but couldn't hear the distant voice, and felt that Bai Yanhui seemed to be talking to Wen Youxia, but Wen Youxia didn't pay much attention, and focused on moving the small grid.After a while the camels also came, followed by a beautiful girl who hugged his arms and pressed them against his back.

After an unknown amount of time, a bar staff reminded them to go on stage when the time came.Luo Tuo let go of his little girlfriend who was inseparable from him, and Wen Youxia picked up the piano and handed the phone to Qiu Sheng.

The interface was a push that hadn't ended yet, and Qiu Sheng looked at him puzzled.

"Push one block to the left in the second row to pass the level."

After Wen Youxia finished speaking, Qiu Sheng bowed his head and followed suit, followed by the exaggerated characters of "Victory" popping up on the screen.He couldn't help laughing, and turned off half of the earphones: "So simple?"

"That's right." Wen Youxia said, "Is it fun?"

Qiu Sheng patted Wen Youxia's back shoulder with his mobile phone: "You are coaxing elementary school students!"

Wen Youxia did not deny the "coaxing": "How can there be a 20-year-old elementary school student."

Qiu Sheng: "..."

Qiu Sheng got stuck in the corner of the first row secretly from the front, and a certain musician opened the back door for him.

He likes to stand closest to the bass player.

The front row can interact with musicians, but it is by no means the best choice in terms of listening to songs.But Qiu Sheng didn't like to wear earplugs. If he listened to it like this, he would definitely get tinnitus the next day.

Hearing about the earphones that Youxia gave him that day, Qiu Sheng felt that the deafening drum beats seemed to have eased a lot.

Rotten Apple toured more than ten large and small cities in the south. With the gimmick of the reorganization and the feelings of old songs, the number of people who came to the Blueberry Night this day was at least double that of the previous few times.Waiting for the guitar solo together, the camel opened his voice, and the enthusiastic atmosphere soared to the sky, and the whole livehouse wished to sway with it.

Camel was famous for its bright but not sharp treble back then. It may be that they are getting older, or they may have bad habits such as excessive smoking and drinking. After the reorganization, some of their songs had to drop the key for the sake of the lead singer.In this way, the cooperation of bass and drums is more important, and Wen Youxia controls the rhythm of the bass, it seems that the new drummer only needs to cooperate with him.

But even so, Luo Tuo and Lao Bai have rich performance experience and can still mobilize the atmosphere, making people unable to help but indulge in the hidden truth.

Someone in the audience shouted "rockstar" at the camel, and many people booed accordingly.A song reached the interlude, and Qiu Sheng knew that there was a wonderful bass solo here, so he secretly took off half of the earphones.

Fancy, artful, emotional...unique.

He had many words to describe Wen Youxia's bass line, but when it came to his mouth, the atmosphere was too high, and there was no time for a long speech. Qiu Sheng brought his hands to his mouth and shouted loudly: "Wen Xia——!"

The bassist looked up in response, blinking his right eye quickly in his direction.

The red and blue lights of the stage were interlaced, and a bolt of lightning passed close to Qiu Sheng. He was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.

"Wen Xia!" A thin female voice next to him suddenly started screaming, calling Wen Youxia's name non-stop, Qiu Sheng turned his head in surprise, the girl in a wide David dress was even dancing.

"Wen Xia! Wen Xia! Are you taking me away—"

She seemed to be out of control, her make-up was out of shape, and the enthusiasm in her big eyes made Qiu Sheng startled.

Wen Xia, will you take me away?

Qiu Sheng was surprised that she seemed to shout out her inner desire, but the hint of lust made him feel scared again.He has always thought that lust is unbearable and filthy, and he is close to Wen Youxia because he likes Wen Youxia's sincere soul, Wen Youxia's love, and Wen Youxia's soft eyes when chatting with him.

But at this moment, he also wanted to shout to the girl: Wen Xia, take me away.

Not only that, he also wanted to block all similar gazes from others, he wanted to lock up Wen Youxia, a warehouse made of cement, or narrow alley passages, rain curtains, invisible sunlight...

Shut up Wen Youxia, don't let others look at him again, and don't let him look at anyone other than himself.

While Qiu Sheng was terrified by this thought, he couldn't restrain his heart from burning.For the first time, he discovered that the lust that he avoided was so warm, burning like a fire, and he wished that the two of them would be swallowed in the red light together.

Other than Wen Youxia, Qiu Sheng was not the second choice to tempt him to jump into the flames.

He can be a butterfly, unable to distinguish between reality and false dreams, the only thing he can see is the other party.

Just tonight, Qiu Sheng looked up to the bass player on the stage—looking up, but he was no longer in a gesture of admiration or envy, his heart was mad, and he restrained his desire to hug Wen Youxia.

He pounced on the rain, no matter it burned up or was doused into an ugly scorched black.

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