silver sea

Chapter 201 July.

A late torrential rain is brewing in midsummer, and the sweltering heat lasts from noon to dusk. The sky is like an unevenly dyed gray cloth, with fluffy dark clouds constantly gathering and dispersing. At an altitude of [-] meters, a tsunami is approaching.

In the old community shaded by camphor trees, the cement gray buildings in the 90s are particularly inconspicuous in the rich dark green.The whine of the air conditioner was like the whine of a building, but the windows were closed tightly, and a little bit leaked in through the gaps in the glass. Before it could be heard clearly, it was first stained red by strong desire.

Qiu Sheng lay on Wen Youxia's body, keeping his knees against the pillow that was pushed into a ball to keep his balance.

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At this moment, the sky brightened for a moment, and lightning broke through the dark sky at four o'clock in the afternoon, and a thunder exploded on the ground.The evil wind was blowing, and the long-overdue heavy rain finally poured down.

"Hey." Qiu Sheng hummed shortly in an unclear manner, "It's finally done."

"Is it hot?" Wen Youxia asked him.

Qiu Sheng shook his head: "Sleepy."

"Then sleep for a while." Wen Youxia said, stroking his hair casually, messing it up before sitting up lazily.

He sweated a lot, the blood supply to his brain might not be enough, he couldn't remember what he wanted to do, he froze by the bed for a while, silently tidying up the audio cable tied to his wrist just now.

Then change the quilt, sheets, and put on new ones.

Qiu Sheng was too lazy to feel weak all over and didn't want to move, so Wen Youxia made the bed casually first, and was shocked by the cold wind from the window slit after finishing these things, then took the ones thrown on the ground and put on his pants to catch the water.

After the wind picked up, the sweltering heat subsided a lot, Wen Youxia fed Qiu Sheng some water, then turned off the electric fan and opened the window.This position will not allow the rain to hit the equipment, the cool feeling instantly extinguished the undissipated heat, but the summer temperature is still there, Qiu Sheng hugged a pillow, lying on his side, the sleepiness just now completely dissipated, and stared straight at Wen Youxia.

Went out for a while, then came back with a towel, the collarbone was wet and probably just washed.Qiu Sheng bit Wen Youxia with his big eyes until he sat on the head of the bed and reached out to hook Qiu Sheng's waist to hug him to his side.

Both of them were covered in sweat, Wen Youxia wanted to wipe Qiu Sheng off first, and patted him to signal, "Turn over."

"No." Qiu Sheng felt awkward.

Wen Youxia ignored him, went straight to find a seat and began to wipe his sweat on his own.The towel was a bit rough when the fingers touched it, and the rubbed skin was tingling because of this action, and Qiu Sheng almost kicked someone.

"Uncomfortable! Don't mess with me..."

Wen Youxia held his ankle and seriously explained "It's not good to stay inside", Qiu Sheng hummed softly: "Who told you not to..."

"Calm down?" Wen Youxia cleaned it carefully, and pinched Qiu Sheng's waist.

"It's about the same." Qiu Sheng mumbled under the pillow, "But it won't be so easy for you to talk to others. I feel uncomfortable when I see you smiling at others. You haven't treated me like this before..."

"Okay." Wen Youxia agreed, knowing that he was no longer angry.

As for whether he was that kind to Qiu Sheng, Wen Youxia didn't bother to argue, and only thought that Qiu Sheng was making trouble for no reason and talking nonsense.

In the seventh month of being together, Qiu Sheng and Wen Youxia were still talking about their relationship with an average of once a week.

The reason this time was that Qiu Sheng laughed when he saw him chatting with the new female assistant in the recording studio. The recording was not going well that afternoon, but now he found an outlet - the reason is not really jealous.Of course Wen Youxia couldn't understand it, but it wasn't once or twice. He had never been able to quarrel with Qiu Sheng when he quarrelled.

Fortunately, their quarrels have always started with a lot of excitement and ended with lingering sorrows, and they can be reconciled for a short time when they die down.

The sound of the rain was getting louder, as if it was smashing through the concrete slabs, Qiu Sheng consciously retracted into Wen Youxia's embrace.

"It hurts a bit." He complained aggrievedly, not daring to lie flat, avoiding direct contact with the sheets, "Why are you so hard?"

Wen Youxia really wanted to say that it wasn't because you have been pestering me all this time, but he knew that Qiu Sheng was going to make trouble for no reason, so he said "uh": "Then next time you will come by yourself?"

"No." Qiu Sheng started to play with his fingers, rubbing Wen Youxia with his knee.

He intends to stir up flames everywhere, but the scene just now was a bit overdone, and now a little bit bigger, somewhere began to shout and feel uncomfortable, warning him not to mess around.Qiu Sheng drank hot water to feel better in his stomach, curled up beside Wen Youxia, rubbed the bed sheets messily again, and his eyelids began to feel heavy.

Wen Youxia touched the back of his neck, his tattoos, Qiu Sheng almost fell asleep after a long while, but Wen Youxia patted him suddenly: "Tomorrow night, Julie treats guests, shall we go?"

"Go." Qiu Sheng closed his eyes, and couldn't understand the words because he was tired, "She is my half-sister, and I don't know when I will come back after going abroad this time, so we will see each other for the last time..."

"Don't say that in front of people, it's unlucky."

Qiu Sheng laughed, and grabbed Wen Youxia's waist: "Wen Xia, why are you so superstitious!"

He was going to bed, but Wen Youxia pestered him to chat.

Wen Youxia would never let go of each other afterward, the topic was so boring that he felt drowsy.At first, Qiu Sheng felt that such clingy Wen Youxia was rare and cute, but when the number of times was too many, he got impatient, and asked him, "Did you usually talk so little at this time?" Admit it without shame.

"Because I love you, I don't have much to say to others."

Qiu Sheng was speechless for a moment, satisfied that he was the most special person in his life after all.So every time after that, Qiu Sheng was hugged by him and whispered in the middle of the night, early in the morning or in the sweltering afternoon, no matter how tired he was.

Just like now, it is stormy outside, but the interior is safe and peaceful.

Wen Youxia put his arms around him, spread out the numbered notation with the other hand, hummed it a few times and continued to write down smoothly, while also taking care of the chat: "I think we can change the key here."

"Turn." Qiu Sheng glanced at him and teased him, "You have been inspired a lot lately."

"It's more with you."

"At first, I told me that I didn't like to write songs." Qiu Sheng said, "What about now? If I write lyrics, you have to write music, and if I write songs, you have to arrange music. If you can't write your name on a marriage certificate, you can write an album, right? ?”

Wen Youxia smiled, clamped the pencil between the bases of her fingers, laid the guitar across the two of them, unplugged it, just played like this, looking for notes one by one.The posture of half holding Qiu Sheng made it difficult for him to touch the chord, so he asked Qiu Sheng to borrow his right hand.

The two of them intermittently contributed one side of their brains and cooperated in writing songs.

The band was established for eight months. They used the cost of the performance plus their own savings to subsidize a little money. With the help of Julie's contacts, they have almost recorded the existing creations—some of them are reproductions of the works of Qiu Sheng's previous campus band. creation, some of which were written later.

When the inventory was available, the audience for the show gradually increased. Someone asked them about their plan to release an album, and a company contacted them to sign a contract. Qiu Sheng thought that an album could be made, and he has been busy with it recently.

His inspiration comes from love, but Wen Youxia seems to come from these moments.Every free time after work is the best time for him to write songs. Qiu Sheng is sleepy and lazy, but he keeps catching the melody that flashes by and records it.

The chorus part soon had an outline, and Qiu Sheng randomly pressed a tone and said, "This song is written especially smoothly. If it weren't for the recording of our album, I would have wanted to put this song in."

"I just wrote a chorus, you think so much, Mr. Lead Singer."

Every time he calls "Master lead singer", he always has a special tone. Qiu Sheng's ears are red, and his spine is slightly numb involuntarily, feeling as if he has been aroused.Qiu Sheng regretfully scribbled lyrics along with the melody, humming "You must be a myonlylover in the next album", the real lover beside him was upset, and poked Qiu Sheng's face with the head of the guitar.

"Don't make trouble baby, do you want to be jealous of a song?" Qiu Sheng avoided it.

"No?" Wen Youxia teased him with a glance, "Songs are important to me?"

Holding Wen Youxia's right hand, the small snowflake tattoo on her ring finger is clearly outlined.Thinking of what this finger did just now and where the tattoo rubbed against, Qiu Sheng was a little shy after realizing it, and forced to pretend nothing happened, raised his hand and kissed loudly.

"You are important, you are important."

Wen Youxia's occasional willfulness was satisfied, she smiled and continued to memorize the score.

Qiu Sheng looked at it for a while, and played a few chords with him, trying to sleep.The rain outside the window still did not stop, but became more and more powerful, and the sky was as gloomy as night.

When the mobile phone thrown on the floor suddenly rang loudly, Qiu Sheng was taken aback. His drowsiness was instantly broken. After Wen Youxia reminded "yours", Qiu Sheng jumped out of bed and picked it up. The expression of the eye-calling reminder suddenly became a bit complicated.He retracted on the bed and handed it to Wen Youxia.

The screen of the mobile phone only has the phone number without notes, but the ending number "8888" is really domineering. Wen Youxia looked it over and knew who it was without trying to memorize it.

And he could guess what it was with his feet, so he said indifferently: "Go ahead, it's not good to hide from him all the time."

"I'm afraid you'll be jealous." Qiu Sheng said lightly, "I won't even miss a song."

The way Wen Youxia answered was to directly click on the connection, followed by the hands-free button, and a loud voice rang out first: "Hello? Hey, Xiaoqiu, it's me! Old Huang!"

Old Huang's name is Huang Anwei. He is an upstart, a veteran rock fan, a real estate investor, an entertainment company owner... and many other identities. He is so poor that he only has money left.He claimed that he fell in love with Yinshan at first sight, and he squatted in the livehouses in Lanhua Lane for almost a month, just to persuade the Qiu Vocal Band to sign to the record company he had just established.

Qiu Sheng restrained himself quickly: "Hello, Mr. Huang."

"Hey, how many times have I told you what it's called Mr. Huang! It's called Lao Huang! Brother Huang is fine too!" Huang Anwei said carelessly, and asked straight to the point, "You are still performing in 'Flowering' tomorrow night, right?"

Talking can be big or small, but Qiu Sheng doesn't call him brother or brother: "Hey, yes, Mr. Huang, you came to ask me for a ticket again?"

Huang Anwei: "Haha, how is that possible? I've already bought the tickets, and I'll bring a few like-minded friends from the company to watch your performance tomorrow... My old friend, Mingren, don't speak secretly, Xiaoqiu, why don't you still consider me?"

here we go again.

Qiu Sheng asked Wen Youxia with his mouth, what should we do?

Wen Youxia pretended to be deaf and dumb, meaning, "You can figure it out".

"Then..." Qiu Sheng pinched him with a headache, and said Tai Chi, "Then we can talk after the performance? Mr. Huang, I can't decide on this matter. I'm really busy recently... "

Huang Anwei was very sincere towards them. Although Qiu Sheng knew that he had contacted several independent bands at the same time, everyone was on the sidelines.He was superficial, and Qiu Sheng really wanted to think about it.

Although his underground status and popularity are going in a good direction, he has just graduated from university. If he wants to continue to make music, he must have other jobs that can support bands like Gu Qi, Wen Youxia and others. A lot of people are the same—or find a label to sign a contract of sale, and then work for the boss with peace of mind, such as the rotten Apple in the past.Qiu Sheng is unwilling to set up a stall during the day and write songs at night, not to mention that the domestic environment is becoming more and more clear, he actually intends to be a full-timer.

If you want to go out, the driving force is very important, and whether the mainstream public can accept them is also worthy of questioning.At least the other party has sincerely invited him at the moment, and he is of course more inclined to this newly established "Taiguo" than the fish bandit who sent a private letter and has nothing to say.

But can the band really make money?Qiu Sheng hung up the phone, thinking about how much they had been unable to make ends meet, he fell into Wen Youxia's arms with a groan, and sighed.

"Tomorrow is really busy, very busy—"

Seeing his exaggerated expression, Wen Youxia couldn't help kissing Qiu Sheng's forehead.

There is an unfinished new song in hand, and the sound of rain in his ears is like the day he just fell in love with Wen Youxia a year ago.Qiu Sheng closed his eyes, Wen Youxia's kiss fell like a feather, he deeply felt: they are indeed in the period of passionate love.

The author says:

@奥运L's small snail ellipsis is in this wb (implying

* We talked about how they got to know each other before, and now we talk about how to separate them, and the memory part is completely over.

rest tomorrow