silver sea

The hand covering the eyes was released, but Qiu Sheng closed his eyes immediately.He felt that hand gently caressing his eyelashes, playing bass's fingers on his cheek, and finally holding himself like a treasure.

The smell of wine was so strong, Qiu Sheng might be drunk, he opened his mouth slightly to let Wen Youxia in.The tongues touched each other carefully, and both of them flinched back in a panic, stuck to each other for a while in silence, and then tried again gently, hooking each other bravely.The bumping of the teeth is inevitable, and the breathing rhythm is also not well grasped, so he held his breath until Wen Youxia let go.

But he only let go for a second, and posted it again.This time the kiss was a bit rough, as if he was going to eat him in a hurry, Qiu Sheng was a little scared, he forced himself to think that it was Wen Youxia who was kissing him.

The love for Wen Youxia gave way to desire at this moment, and he didn't even have time to think: So when Wen Xia wanted to kiss someone, he had to drink first to build his courage.

Their logical kiss ignited the sporadic flames thrown over the past few months, Qiu Sheng knocked over half of the bottle of wine, he grabbed Wen Youxia, finally recovered from the green touch, and kissed like an adult.

Repeatedly sucking, nibbling, from kissing to touching each other, completely forgetting that this is the long street at midnight.

Qiu Sheng didn't wake up until the glass bottle was gently rolled aside.

"...you knocked it over." Qiu Sheng glanced at the half bottle of wine that had been spilled, "This is my gift."

"But first you ask me what Doomsday wants to do."

Qiu Sheng's eyes flickered: "Huh?"

He was sure that he was really drunk, otherwise, how could Wen Youxia hold him in his arms and raise his face to see him with watery eyes.It's strange, the winter solstice is over, and it's snowing, but why does the ice that wrapped Wen Youxia melt because of kissing?

"I just want to do this." Wen Youxia said, "And today is not the end of the world."

"..."

"Happy birthday."

Wen Youxia put his hand into his jacket, and they hugged each other firmly.

The snow fell on Wen Youxia's hair, covering it like hoarfrost, and Qiu Sheng patted it off for him.The half-sunken steps on the side of the street could be illuminated by lights, and they heard the sound of snow falling, and they didn't mention to hide in a relatively warm room.

Sitting together after kissing felt a bit strange, even awkward, Wen Youxia stood up first.

Qiu Sheng looked up at him: "Wen Xia, have you ever been in love?"

"No."

"Then why are you kissing me?"

Wen Youxia replied, "I love you."

The evaporation of alcohol made Qiu Sheng dizzy, and he couldn't keep his eyes open.When he heard this sentence suddenly, he didn't feel sweet or happy, but rather angry that he had been robbed of the right to confess first.

"what do you love me for?"

Before he started to explain, Qiu Sheng lowered his head and kicked Wen Youxia's calf, and raised his voice amidst the surprise of the other party: "Am I allowed to say 'I love you'? If you want to say it, I will say it first! You didn't even ...Not as early as I...I saw you and couldn't walk at the first sight! The first sight! It's summer! You go on tour, I'm out of my mind, you think those songs are written because of who! Why? You want to grab this from me, Wen Youxia—”

Qiu Sheng was drunk and wanted to hit someone, but he opened his arms but hugged Wen Youxia, and kissed him firmly on the mouth.The voice-activated light on the outermost side of the corridor not far away turned on and off. Fortunately, the night was too late, and no one saw them hugging.

"Don't fight me..." He pressed against Wen Youxia's lips and said, "I love you more than you love me."

"..."

Wen Youxia thought amusedly: This is also a comparison.

"I love you, Wen Youxia, I have fallen in love with you a long time ago, everything, Yinshan, songs, no matter which one... I really want to say I love you, it's nice to be by your side. You really love Me? No one has ever loved me, they all want nothing... I don't want to go home." Qiu Sheng hummed, "Take me away..."

"it is good."

"...Sing me a song." Qiu Sheng began to make trouble out of no reason.

Wen Youxia didn't sing immediately, he just kissed Qiu's voice, one by one, from the eyelashes to the earlobe, they hid at the empty staircase, in front of them was the drowsy darkness.

A mass of warm yellow lights behind me, heavy snow, midnight in December.

After waiting quietly for a while, he really waited for that voice, and began to sing a song he had never heard before.

Wen Youxia's voice has always been able to catch Qiu Sheng's heart the most. He listened to Wen Youxia's pulse, and in his heart he judged how well Wen Youxia's poems were written.He thought it must be written now, but Qiu Sheng was so sad that he wanted to cry.

It was as if there was never such a birthday, such a night, that could make him stand in the fierce cold wind and not want to leave.

He obviously hates wetness the most.

What Wen Youxia sang that day, he couldn't hear clearly and didn't remember, he knew that he repeated "you take me away" sticky at the end, so the bass player he looked up to picked him up and held him in his hands His ass let him hold his waist.He was buried in Wen Youxia's neck, occasionally raising his head.

A row of lonely footprints in the snow belonged to two people.

Street lamps enveloped them, and the sub-zero temperature froze the light that enveloped them.

The world is vast, they are like a small amber.

Because of the snow, Qiu Sheng started to have a fever at dawn, and he spent his first day at the age of 21 in lethargy and taking medicine.Wen Youxia wrapped him airtightly with a quilt, only showing his face to feed him with water and medicine, and to kiss him occasionally.He put a towel on Qiu Sheng's face and took his temperature. When he came back from work, Qiu Sheng's face seemed to be even redder.

"I want to do it." Qiu Sheng indicated him with a thermometer in his mouth.

Wen Youxia took it away, and looked at the number on it: "37 degrees 5, if it burns a little bit more, I'll send you to the hospital."

"You said I can do whatever I want today." He made trouble out of no reason.

Wen Youxia glanced at him and said nothing, but Qiu Sheng felt that he meant "you can't do it now", he stubbornly pulled down the sheet a little, and there was only a thin pajamas inside - he didn't bring winter pajamas So he used Wen Youxia's old T-shirt to make do with it—the neckline was washed slightly loose, and with the pulling movement, Qiu Sheng's feverish chest was exposed.

He thought he was obvious enough, besides, having a fever wouldn't affect what he was doing, and wasn't there someone who said he was more comfortable when he had a fever?He will definitely make Wen Youxia comfortable, even if he can't do anything, Qiu Sheng thinks that he will seriously open everything to Wen Youxia.

After hearing that, Wen Youxia put down the thermometer, came over and sat by the bed, and gently pressed his cool lips to his forehead.

Qiu Sheng was dazzled by this protective action, thinking that his birthday wish was about to come true.Just as he was about to grab Wen Youxia's wrist, he felt his heart being blown by the wind suddenly mixed with warmth again, Qiu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, looked down, Wen Youxia wrapped him up again with the quilt.

Wen Youxia flicked his forehead: "Don't think about it."

"Speaking is nothing." Qiu Sheng hummed angrily, because of the low fever, his anger had no deterrent effect, and the strength of hitting Wen Youxia was just like a kitten scratching someone.

"Wait until the fever subsides." Wen Youxia discussed the conditions.

"You're kidding me, you're painting cakes! I don't believe it, unless you just now..."

Gagged by a kiss, Qiu Sheng felt that Wen Youxia hugged him vigorously, and his limbs wrapped in the quilt heated up even more, making him feel hot all over.He opened his lips, Wen Youxia lightly bit his plump lower lip, teasing his sharp canine teeth like attachment.Qiu Sheng frowned and bit his tongue on purpose, Wen Youxia retracted, and in the next second, stuck his fingers in to clamp him, so as not to let the soft stick do any more mischief, the saliva wet the calluses on Beth's fingertips, Qiu Shengwu Noisy.

"Like a cat." Wen Youxia commented, "It doesn't hurt at all."

After he finished speaking, he pulled out his fingers and rubbed Qiu Sheng's earlobe and hair wetly, as if he was playing with a cat, but he didn't give him any sweets for a long time.When Wen Youxia kissed him, the hot mouth, the heavy breathing pressed against the throat, and the soft hum forced him to forcefully suppress the impulse to press the already crumpled quilt.

The snow fell silently outside the window, and Qiu Sheng was trapped in his arms like a small winter animal.

"I'll bite you to death when I get better." Qiu Sheng was dissatisfied, and continued to say, "You don't keep your word!"

Wen Youxia pinched his face: "I'll kill you when you recover."

Qiu Sheng closed his mouth all of a sudden, but his eyes were moist and looked at him expectantly.

"Recover from illness first." Wen Youxia said, his tone still very flat, "I'll bring the music score over to read."

He then watched the bass player prop up his body from the bed, took a blank notebook, paper and pen, earphones, and keyboard on the small workbench, and spread them out one by one.Wen You Xia Ban was lying on the bed, Qiu Sheng leaned over to lean on him, so he lowered half of his shoulders and used Qiu Sheng as a pillow.

In a daze, the obsession passed, Qiu Sheng felt sleepy, and he seemed to ask while he was half asleep and half awake:

"Wen Xia, will you always be so kind to me?"

He is whimsical, and promises will last forever.Wen Youxia was sitting by the bed with the keyboard turned on, he held Qiu Sheng with one hand, and played a series of dripping melodies with the other hand.

"You wrote it?"

Wen Youxia didn't answer, he played the following tune, slowly, one note after another, with a jazzy taste.He hummed those low and gentle notes, and Qiu Sheng was almost obsessed with it, wanting to kiss the fingers playing the piano.Hummed the same melody twice, and then there were words, and I staggered while thinking about it and sang it to him.

"You are winter, a snow that never melts."

"I am in your arms, solidified into an amber."

"Moonlight, moonlight, let you stay."

"Stay in the silver world, spring will not melt."

"You passed by me for a few seconds, but I..." Wen Youxia sang here, stopped pressing the keyboard, was grabbed by Qiu Sheng, he turned his face, the melody can be ignored, warm breath and throat Resonance is conveyed sincerely through kissing.

"I want to kiss you...to the end of the century."

When these words came to his ears, his heartbeat slowed down a bit, Qiu Sheng finished kissing him, but went to bite Youxia's fingers entangledly.

Thinking that he didn't like the sound, Wen Youxia touched the back of Qiu Sheng's neck and explained awkwardly avoiding his gaze: "It's my first time writing lyrics, and it's still in Chinese, and the writing is not good—"

"Very good!" Qiu Sheng broke free from the quilt egg roll and hugged him, "Very good, it sounds good, I like it very much."

"Well, sleep."

"I can't sleep and I'm going to—"

"..." Wen Youxia pushed him back to the bed speechlessly, "We'll do it after the fever subsides."

The snow outside the window continued to fall until the next afternoon, and Qiu Sheng fell asleep chaotically. The intervals between waking up were very short, and it kept snowing in his dreams, but he miraculously did not feel cold.

At that time, they didn't have much money, and they didn't have much fame.Qiu Sheng was wrapped in a quilt, his image was not good, his hair was messy, and his back was wet with sweat due to illness.When he lay awake until dusk, he pestered Wen Youxia to fulfill his promise. They didn't know each other's body very well the first time, and they did it many times until the dawn died down.

Qiu Sheng lay in front of the keyboard, he pressed black and white notes, Wen Youxia hugged him from behind, his legs still entangled.

The song was written so fast, the bassline wrapped around the vocals, like they had been chiseling each other, kissing, and sleeping in each other's arms from dusk to dawn that day.

From then on, Qiu Sheng fell in love with the sense of security brought by the cramped small bed and low space, because it reminded him of Wen Youxia.

The morning when Wen Youxia said he loved him, Qiu Sheng never believed in "forever" more than he did now.

It's a pity that time didn't stop, and he didn't die in the past as he wished.

The author says:

Poorly written lyrics only means that the author himself is not good, and has nothing to do with Wen Xia (?

I have something to do today, so I will update it earlier, and it will return to the normal timeline tomorrow, see you at [-]:[-] p.m.