silver sea

Qiu Sheng didn't hear You Xia's words, so he took the bus back to his residence.

After the rain, Donghe City finally ushered in the long-lost blue sky.

From Huahua Park to his destination, he had to walk unsteadily through the entire Nancheng District, an hour, four and 10 minutes, enough time for Qiu Sheng to sit in the last row of seats and watch the scenery while waiting for his clothes and hair to dry by himself.

But the long time also let the cold soak into the limbs and bones. When the bus stopped, Qiu Sheng stood up so top-heavy that he almost rolled from the end of the car to the door.When he stepped on the asphalt road, he was still top-heavy and unreal, as if it had never rained today in his memory, and his whole body was wet and dry, maybe it was just because he accidentally fell into the pond.

Qiu Sheng messed up his forehead hair, thinking carefully whether he had really met Wen Youxia, confirmed that it was correct, and also identified the reason why he suddenly started hating him at last, stumbled and walked towards the community.

He couldn't think of a beginning or an end, the fire swallowed him all at once.

Just like at the end of the performance in the video, he couldn't help but hit someone after hearing Wen Youxia's unreasonable words.But he can't beat Wen Youxia, the opponent is taller than him and stronger than him, if he really wants to fight, Wen Youxia can easily make him unable to get up.

"That's why he didn't really want to beat me up that day." Qiu Sheng thought suddenly, and said to himself that it was a pity, "He was going to beat me up, but I can still keep talking about it... I would have kicked him if I knew it earlier, it would be better than each other. No debt."

The big reason why he and Wen Youxia have come to this point is that they are no longer in debt to each other.

Open the door, the house is quiet.

Qiu Sheng didn't have any pets, a pot of green radishes placed on the bar counter in the entrance moved in the wind, and the leaves shook a few times as a salute to him.During the decoration, warmer light colors were deliberately used, but Qiu Sheng didn't feel that this atmosphere had any effect on him.

He changed his shoes and went to take a bath in a daze.

While blowing his hair, Qiu Sheng looked at himself in the mirror. Four years had passed, but his appearance hadn't changed much. He was several years younger than his peers. It seemed that because of self-enclosed, time had stayed at the cut-off point as he wished. .

But Wen Youxia softened a bit, her eyes and temperament were all the same.

Thinking of Wen Youxia, Qiu Sheng took a bath to sober up, and after thinking about it, he had indeed seen Wen Youxia today - Wen Youxia's silence was still so annoying.

After drying his hair, Qiu Sheng took a bottle of wine and sat in the workshop.

He takes medicine regularly and is insensitive to other pills. When he encounters minor colds, he usually drinks some wine and sleeps, which can be resolved in most cases.

After listening to the unfinished track three times, Qiu Sheng was not very inspired, so he decided to delay it for a few days and wait for the reminder.

After meeting Wen Youxia, he lost the desire to do things seriously, and his mind became confused.Now if you want to ask him what kind of feelings he has for Wen Youxia, it is difficult for Qiu Sheng to describe clearly.Wen Youxia is a high wall that he cannot overcome, and it is also a sea that he cannot swim through. He wrote "Butterfly Burning" for Sang Xue, because Han Zhiguang cannot swim, and can only be reduced to ashes.

He and Wen Youxia not only have love and hate entanglement, but also promises, betrayal, and confrontation.

The previous stories have now been edited by the marketing account, and the results that are most concerned are "Have you guys talked about it?" "It's too much like a couple who broke up and deleted each other."

Netizens' eyes are sometimes discerning, they have indeed talked, and they have indeed broken up.

But it's not that simple.

Many times, Qiu Sheng recalled why they had to go to the end to prepare to die forever and never communicate with each other. Whose fault is this, or are they all at fault?Every time he thinks about it, he will be very tired, just like today, thinking about the dissociation of consciousness, unable to tell whether it is real or not, and then he has to drink to drown his worries.

From the perspective of others, it is inevitable that Qiu Sheng feels distressed, and persuades him to let go.But if it were really that simple, where in the world would there be idiots complaining about women?

A bottle of wine has run out, but the sound track is still the same as Qiu Sheng just sat down.

There are less than 6 hours left until dawn.

There was a pot of small cactus next to the computer, and he covered it with his palm, and the soft thorns pricked his skin a little itchy, but it didn't hurt.Qiu Sheng played with it for a while, and suddenly asked it in a low voice: "Do you think I will go tomorrow or not?"

Of course the cactus would not answer.

So he swallowed the last sip of wine, affirming himself in the spicy aftertaste: "Let's go."

Qiu Sheng finally slept in the work room, and he kept the sofa bed all year round.The weather is not too cold now, Qiu Sheng woke up once because of a low fever in the middle of the night, and stumbled back to the living room to find antipyretics.

He wanted to get well soon, so that he wouldn't go to Wen Youxia talking incoherently when he was sick the next day.

The antipyretics worked quickly. After the wake-up bell rang, Qiu Sheng slept for an extra hour, and when he woke up, the fever was gone.However, his complexion was very pale, pale and blue, and he looked haggard with a loss of appetite.

In the refrigerator was the vegetarian three fresh dumplings that Gu Qi brought last time. Qiu Sheng cooked a bowl and leaned against the bar to eat.

The dumplings are made by Gu Qi's girlfriend, and the crispy ones are also very good for him.Qiu Sheng is prone to nausea when he eats meat, so Crispy occasionally makes him some vegetarian fast food. When he asks Gu Qi to visit Qiu Sheng, he forcefully puts it in the refrigerator and writes a note to remind him to pay attention to the stock, so that Qiu Sheng can concentrate on retreating and writing songs. As for starvation.

"There are two results today." Qiu Sheng bit the dumpling and chatted with the green radish on the bar counter, "One, Wen Youxia suddenly figured it out, and promised me to come back and rehearse together...but I haven't decided whether to do it or not." Forming a band, after all, having a brat is also very annoying. Second, I personally think the possibility is relatively high, Wen Youxia still ignores me."

The branches and leaves of the green radish swayed slightly, as if agreeing with his analysis.

"But no matter what, he will definitely not send me away." Qiu Sheng said this with an almost smug expression, "He looks like a gangster, but he is really soft-hearted."

Luluo stopped shaking, and Qiu Sheng asked: "How many times will he talk to me again? Four times, exactly 21 days, just ignore me."

He made a meaningless bet with the plants, felt his appetite improved, ate a big bowl of dumplings, washed the bowl casually, changed his clothes, and went out briskly.

Still on the bus, he was inexplicably excited all the way, neither listening to songs nor taking naps until he arrived at the Flower Park.

This time Qiu Sheng walked through the side door.

After a heavy rain, Donghe City returned to the most common sunshine in autumn.The surrounding elementary schools organized a spring outing today, and the turnips in school uniforms formed a phalanx. They were still listening to the teacher's instructions on safety matters, but their minds flew to the children's playground not far away and the dazzling array of toys and snacks in the commercial street.

The teacher clapped his hands, announcing freedom of movement, and several elementary school students wearing yellow hats ran past Qiu Sheng.

Feeling better all the way, Qiu Sheng was rarely infected by the child's vitality, showing a rather gentle smile.Looking forward following the elementary school students, Qiu Sheng saw Wen Youxia.

The trees in the commercial street were tall and lush. Wen Youxia changed into a striped shirt, which was still a combination of a dark green apron and a tray. She lowered her body at the request of the elementary school students and gave them the milk tea samples in small paper cups.

With a quiet expression and no impatience, he took a small cup for each child.

The little yellow hats gathered around him to discuss the taste of milk tea, and asked him where to buy it, but Wen Youxia didn't say anything, and pointed to a dark green container not far away.

Qiu Sheng didn't know that he was so good at dealing with children.

As he walked slowly past, Qiu Sheng's tension had been completely relieved because of this strange scene, and he stood aside, waiting silently for Wen Youxia to dismiss the elementary school students who had finished their free drinks.

He stretched out his hand and picked up the last small paper cup.

When Wen Youxia raised his head, Qiu Sheng had just finished drinking in one gulp, holding the small paper cup with his fingertips and smiling at him.

"Long time no see." Qiu Sheng's opening remarks were a bit strange after meeting yesterday, but he quickly explained, "I originally thought that this should be the first thing to say if I'm pretending."

Guessing that Wen Youxia would not answer such boring words, Qiu Sheng continued: "I have been here for No. 18 days, every day."

"..."

"I almost didn't want to come, but I met you because of the inexplicable rain yesterday." After Qiu Sheng finished speaking, he frowned as if dissatisfied with Wen Youxia's reaction, "Say something, it's not true Dumb. It’s okay to be like this before, but can you be a little professional in the service industry now?”

Wen Youxia was speechless, before saying after a while: "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you." Qiu Sheng's eyes moved, "The song I wrote won the song of the year, is this enough to prove what I said at the time? Is it enough for you to change your mind."

"That's your business." Wen Youxia said bluntly, "I'm not interested in these now."

"Oh, I'm not interested anymore, but you will play a solo for anyone who asks you, right?" Qiu Sheng laughed, "It's okay to lie to others, but to me?"

Wen Youxia carefully lined up a few small paper cups, not trying to refute his sarcasm.

Qiu Sheng: "You said, 'They will never accept the real us', I'll tell you right now, it's okay. You don't have to be dry and always underground to have good things. You can't always be so arrogant."

"It doesn't matter." Wen Youxia asked him, "Have you finished?"

Qiu Sheng: "..."

He really couldn't think of anything else to pick up on this topic.

In many things, the inconsistency of their ideas blocked him from seeing other ways, and the rupture of old relationships prevented him from going ashore.He is eager to prove to Wen Youxia that "I am right and you are wrong" is meaningless, and he has not figured out what kind of relationship he is with Wen Youxia now.

friend?Former teammates?Passers-by A, B, C?

How many feelings does Wen Youxia have?Or is it gone?

Qiu Sheng was not sure.

So when he heard this sentence, he stuck his neck and didn't know how to describe the feeling at this time, and he said dryly: "It's over, maybe... it's over."

Another group of little yellow hats came to ask for free milk tea, Wen Youxia was hesitant to talk, squatted halfway, and gave it to them.

Qiu Sheng stood beside him, waiting for him helplessly, his eyes were red.

After distributing the milk tea, the big pot also bottomed out.Wen Youxia looked at Qiu Sheng with those pupils painted with thick ink. His eye sockets were deep, and because of his thick eyebrows and slightly drooping corners of his mouth, he looked very fierce. The leopard-like sexiness in his eyes before had restrained, which made Wen Youxia Not that cold, but sometimes even fragile.

His slightly compassionate eyes fell on Qiu Sheng's heart, which hurt a little.

Seeing that Wen Youxia put away the new product and was about to leave, Qiu Sheng was suddenly lost in the package, and he couldn't help standing in front of him: "Where are you going?!"

"If you want to wait, go to the store." Wen Youxia ignored his obstruction.

He walked very fast, and Qiu Sheng disappeared before he could see where he was going.

Qiu Sheng stood there for a while, hesitatingly chose the latter between "Fuck him" and "Agreed to wait a few times", then obediently went to the store and ordered a cup of new milk tea.

I took a sip just now, and it was delicious. It smelled like flowers, but it was too sweet.

On a sunny day, the milk tea shop is full of business.Qiu Sheng held the receipt with the equal sign and sat on the edge of the shadow cast by the parasol, and read the words on it back and forth several times in a daze.

There was noise in his ears, his inspiration came up untimely, and a series of melodies appeared in his mind.

Qiu Sheng hummed softly a few times, thinking it could be used, he took his phone and wrote it down seriously.He can play guitar and bass, he's not very proficient in drums, but he's okay for temporary relief, and he's a band himself.

But he still wanted the Silver Mountain.

After changing a few notes, Qiu Sheng looked up at the electronic screen of the milk tea shop to call the number, and it was his turn in three more.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew through the corner of his clothes, and his consciousness was also in a trance.Qiu Sheng blinked, but didn't see anything clearly, but a white cardboard box was thrown into his arms without any mistakes, and then bounced up.

He caught it in a hurry, and looked down, it was a certain brand of Chinese patent medicine.

For colds.

And as soon as the small door of the milk tea shop opened and closed, Wen Youxia came back at some point.

The author says:

Tomorrow Thursday is a rest day, see you on Friday