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The already bright lights in the Livehouse were dimmed again, turning into a ray of crimson.

The band members returned to the stage one after another to prepare for the encore.

The audience burst into cheers of delight.

Qiu Sheng was the last to run up, but was the first to go up.He picked up the guitar and slung it over his body, plucked a chord, and immediately resumed his performance, leaving his irregular heartbeat and sweaty palms in the background. Amid the applause of the audience, Qiu Sheng stood on the right side of the stage, Edge beckoned.

When they saw Gu Qi holding Wen Youxia in his arms and pushing him to the side of the bass piano stand, the little girls in the front row almost went crazy and kept shouting Wen Youxia's name.

Seeing his bored face, Qiu Sheng walked over and lightly poked Wen Youxia's back.

Wen Youxia turned her head to look at him with calm eyes.

"As death as life?" Qiu Sheng asked him, without a microphone so only they could hear him.

Wen Youxia lowered her eyes lightly.

So Qiu Sheng said: "I will take it as your consent."

His pause was temporary, he walked towards his microphone after getting Wen Youxia's answer.There was some noise just after the power was turned on. The frequency of "Like Death Like Life" is different from that of "Respect for Freedom" just now, and it needs to be re-tuned. Gu Qi lowered his head, glanced at them and found nothing unusual, and then continued.

Lu Yining showed everyone a drum first, Qiu Sheng tuned the guitar, he moved to the microphone, and was about to speak, when Wen Youxia came over suddenly, holding the bass, but unscrewed the four strings.

Qiu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, and then the other party took the Limai in front of him.

"Wen Youxia might be going to talk", this realization was unbelievable, and a girl screamed first.

The harmony of their band is usually handled by Gu Qi, so Wen Youxia doesn't put a microphone in front of him.He was silent from the beginning to the end of the performance, and now he smiled and shook his head and his body movements were much more lively than when he was in Rotten Apple, but he still didn't speak. Now he took the microphone, patted it, and then his eyes wandered around.

But if something goes wrong, there must be a demon, Qiu Sheng became inexplicably nervous, he stared at Wen Youxia closely and wanted to take back the microphone.

Wen Youxia took it to her, but refused to give it.

The audience thought they were "flirting" and even laughed sporadically.

Gu Qi adjusted his voice, looked over in confusion, opened his mouth and asked Qiu Sheng: "What's going on?"

Having no time to respond to Gu Qi, Qiu Sheng rushed to grab the microphone again. There was a voice in his head desperately urging him to move, making him feel terrified that if he didn't succeed, something uncontrollable would happen.

Wen Youxia snatched the microphone again, and when they encountered the microphone during their struggle, the speaker immediately extended the voice dullly.

"Om-"

The people in the front row near the stereo covered their ears, and several male voices yelled, "What are you doing! Is the show going?!"

"No more acting." Wen Youxia leaned towards the microphone, as if answering or declaring.

"I won't act in the future."

His voice is low, as easy to miss as the instrument he plays.

But Qiu Sheng couldn't pretend that he didn't hear it, and neither could the rest of the band, they all stayed where they were, looking at Wen Youxia in disbelief and incomparable surprise.Qiu Sheng's ears were buzzing, he hesitated to speak, he didn't dare to interrupt him, and he expected him to tell everyone that it was a joke in the next second.

But Wen Youxia's expression and tone proved that he was very serious, after careful consideration, not impulsive.

Before the noise completely dissipated, someone was the first to hear the hidden meaning that Qiu Sheng didn't dare to think of in his words: Wen Youxia is not acting anymore...he wants to quit.

Someone first shouted loudly: "Don't—"

"Why don't you act..."

"do not!"

"Wen Xia, don't go—"

Qiu sounded like falling into an ice cave in the crowded crowd. He took a step and heard a cracking sound in a certain joint of himself, as if it had been stiff for too long and was suddenly twisted, a sharp pain.He said to himself, "It's just a psychological effect", regardless of whether everyone is watching and glaring in front of Wen Youxia.

Qiu Sheng lowered his voice: "What the hell are you talking about!"

"I said no more acting, I've had enough!" Wen Youxia suddenly pushed the shelf aside.

The microphone collapsed with a loud bang.

The lights suddenly turned on, and I wonder if the lighting engineer was so shocked that he pressed the wrong button.

Qiu Sheng wanted to hit someone, but the other party reacted quickly and grabbed his too thin wrist.Wen Youxia was so hard that Qiu Sheng's bones hurt instantly, and he had to beat him to vent his anger.

What do you mean, you won't act if you don't act?

My band you want to quit with my consent?

I have suffered so much humiliation for you, if you don't want to listen to it, let it be, and why don't you fucking say you don't do it? !

Is it your turn to be wronged?Is it your turn? !

The pain, anger, and remorse that he didn't say on the day of negotiating with Bai Yanhui all occupied Qiu Sheng at this moment. He didn't remember anything, but he knew that he lost his composure as if he was crazy, and Chaowen Youxia punched and kicked him.There were people filming in the audience, and the crowd wanted to leave. A small part of them panicked, and most of them were watching the excitement.He didn't hurt Wen Youxia, the opponent blocked him, Qiu Sheng wanted to rush up but Wen Youxia stopped him, wanted to kick someone, Wen Youxia pinned his legs.

Qiu Sheng shed tears uncontrollably, his back was facing the light, no one else could see it, but Wen Youxia knew it all.

They look like they're ready to hug, but it's just a catharsis.

"Sure, you did it on purpose, right?!" Qiu Sheng pinched the microphone, gripped Wen Youxia's front tightly, gnashing his teeth so that no one else could hear, "I explained to you that I don't care, I have no choice, you fucking Because this pissed me off..."

Wen Youxia avoided Qiu Sheng's gaze indifferently: "Okay, then this is the way."

I'm going, that's the way.

When Qiu Sheng understood the deep meaning of his words, he paused first, and then seemed to have thorns all over his body: "I fuck you—"

"Enough!" Gu Qihong separated them with Lu Yining, and whispered to wake up their reason, "You guys are so fucking good at fighting in front of the audience! Stop it!!"

Qiu Sheng was panting heavily, it was difficult for him to face the eyes of other people on and off the stage, his heart was in severe pain from being tossed over and over again, he couldn't stand for a second, he wiped his face indiscriminately and wanted to leave angrily.

A girl's scream stopped him: "Wen Youxia! Don't!——"

Qiu Sheng turned his head.

He missed the moment when Wen Youxia took off the bass, he saw it clearly but he didn't have the strength to step forward to stop him, he already fully understood what Wen Youxia wanted to do, he made a clean break, simply.Qiu Sheng screamed "Don't do this" in his heart, but his soul was pulled out of his body, his feet sank into the stage, and he was grabbed by the hands of the ground and dragged into the abyss.

He saw Wen Youxia holding the bass that he had just given him less than a month ago, his handsome face was hidden in the darkness.

The moment the breaking sound sounded, Qiu Sheng's heart was broken.

He also seemed to be broken in half from the middle.

When Gu Qi and Lu Yining pushed him backstage and pushed him into the sofa in the lounge, Qiu Sheng's face flushed red, and the chain reaction brought about by his emotions made it difficult for him to breathe and his hands and feet were stiff, but his whole body went limp as soon as he sat on the sofa.

Qiu Sheng really wanted to make it clear to Wen Youxia right away, he couldn't care less about anything, Wen Youxia was really angry, his eyes were full of sawdust flying from Bess, and his vision went dark for a moment.When he came back to his senses, he had been dragged off stage by Gu Qi, and the staff of "Blueberry Night" was helping to evacuate the audience, so he didn't see Liu Wangyu.

At that time, Qiu Sheng didn't realize that this was a harbinger of some serious consequences, thinking that he was too unstable and within the controllable range.He couldn't move, so he forced himself to stand up.

"What are you doing? Sit down!" Gu Qigang poured water for him, and stopped him when he saw this, "Your face is too bad, don't move, you know that!"

"I'm looking for Wen Youxia." As soon as Qiu Sheng opened his mouth, he could taste blood in his throat, "Where are the others?"

Lu Yining didn't notice Gu Qi's blocking eyes and said casually, "He just left—"

Before he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng suddenly gained strength from somewhere, pushed Gu Qi away and rushed out the door.

"Qiu Sheng!" Gu Qi chased after him.

The crowd on Lanhua Lane Avenue had not completely dispersed. The performances of several other live houses were over. Some musicians invited the beautiful girls who stayed behind to drink and play games.A branch road leading to the Bright Road is narrow and dark, and the street lights are flickering, and it is hard to tell when it will break down.

Wen Youxia took two steps, and wiped off a piece of skin on his forehead against the blue brick wall. He was breathing heavily, and his usual calm and self-possessed appearance seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore.

That's the end, he left Donghe, left Wen Dechang's grandfather and grandson, left Qiu Sheng, and lived alone in the future.

Never play guitar and never listen to rock music again.

From the moment when hope completely collapsed, Wen Youxia couldn't accept that she continued to pretend nothing happened.

"Wen Youxia!"

There was a panting sound, he stopped, knew who it was but didn't look back.

Qiu Sheng was irritated by the back, and his throat hurt even more.He ran out without a coat, still wearing the same thick sweater and jeans that he wore on stage, the street lights were dim, and his shadow extended to the soles of Wen Youxia's feet.

"Stop, stop!" Qiu Sheng called him angrily, seeing that Wen Youxia didn't continue walking as he wished, he quickly ran a few steps in front of the other party to block him.

The alley is a shortcut, not long, and the jacarandas on Guangming Road have already protruded a little from the darkness.

Qiu Sheng's eyes clearly showed heartbreak, he adjusted his breathing, and said many words over and over again from his heart to the tip of his tongue, and when he finally asked, he still couldn't swallow it, so he asked him bluntly, "What do you mean?"

"..."

"What do you mean by smashing the piano, what do you mean by 'no more'? Wen Youxia, don't pretend to be dumb when you speak!...Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, I'll tell you—"

"let's break up."

Qiu Sheng was startled, and his eyes opened wider: "What did you say?"

"Let's break up, Qiu Sheng." Wen Youxia didn't seem to feel his sadness, with a dull face, "I can't perform and live with you anymore, I think..."

"What do you think?"

"……So be it."

After all, Wen Youxia didn't say bluntly that he was leaving Yinshan.

The cold wind at night made the dead branches groan, Qiu Sheng made up for what he meant by himself, and his cheeks twitched slightly.

"Just for a song..." Qiu Sheng looked at Wen Youxia stiffly, and murmured, his volume getting higher and higher, "In your heart, I can't compare to your song, right? What do you know... I'm not Being selfish is not that you don’t care or that you don’t like it! My mother... I just thought that I could solve something for you and you pretended not to hear and now you want to break up with me?!”

"No," Wen Youxia argued, but his eyes dimmed immediately, and he held onto the wall of the alley as if he couldn't bear any weight. How will I face it in the future?! I can't fucking do it, I'm not as strong as you think, I can't hold on!"

"What's the reason?!"

"..."

He didn't say a word, Qiu Sheng was directly overwhelmed by anger, and didn't notice what was wrong with Wen Youxia: "Look at what you did tonight?! If you don't want an encore, just say you don't want it. Why do you have to make everyone laugh? ? What do you want to tell them, I can't tolerate you? How can I feel sorry for you other than this? Wen Youxia—"

"Please Qiu Sheng!" Wen Youxia shouted suddenly, "You are right, just let me go, okay?!"

Not far away, Gu Qi happened to arrive, and when he heard the hysterical words, he stopped abruptly, his anger burned to the extreme, he rushed over and grabbed Wen Youxia's arm.

"Wen Xia, you are sick! Be sober and stop talking nonsense!"

The tall bassist glanced at Gu Qi, and the once cold and distant shell returned to Wen Youxia overnight.He shook off Gu Qi's hand, uttering words like a knife: "I told him to break up, what's the matter with you?"

Gu Qi scolded "Fuck me", no matter how good-tempered a person is, he couldn't help it at this moment, and punched Wen Youxia.

The space was too narrow to withstand fierce conflicts, and Qiu Sheng couldn't stop the fight because of his shortness of breath. He leaned against the wall as if he lost his strength, and kept rubbing his palms against the cracks of the blue bricks. He didn't feel it, and just repeated this action.His eyes were so sore, Qiu Sheng pinched himself and used all the remaining thoughts to hypnotize himself: don't cry.

He suppressed sobbing, and suddenly raised the volume: "Stop fucking! Who else do you want to see the joke!?"

One sentence made the two of them stop at the same time, Gu Qi was panting, clutching his waist and glaring at Wen Youxia.He felt that this person was unreasonable, so he limped towards Qiu Sheng.

"Forget it, Qiu Er, just ignore him." Gu Qi was still in pain, and supported Qiu Sheng with his other hand, "Let him go!"

Behind him, Wen Youxia turned around and left as if he really didn't have the slightest bit of nostalgia.

Qiu Sheng called Wen Youxia to stop, threatening him in vain: "If you leave today, I will find another bass player!"

Wen Youxia turned her face sideways.

"I will still find someone else to fall in love with! I don't want you!"

Wen Youxia looked at him sadly and lingeringly, as if it was the last time.

That gaze was too hurtful, and Qiu Sheng felt like he had a wound that couldn't heal.There was a fishy smell in his nostrils, his heartbeat suddenly slowed down, and he could even clearly hear the sound of blood flowing in his veins, like a brook that stopped and suddenly became turbulent.

"You left today..." Qiu Sheng said softly, his teeth chattering, "Wen Youxia, if you leave today... unless you wait until I die, don't fucking come to see me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Youxia suddenly walked towards him, hugging him with dust and evening wind.

Qiu Sheng's heart beat violently.

But in the next second, Wen Youxia's word for word tugged at his auditory nerves.

"Take care of your health. If you can, you don't know me."

He shattered Qiu Sheng's 17-month dream.

From that day until the solo video was brought to him by Gu Qi, Qiu Sheng never saw Wen Youxia again, nor heard any news about him.

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