silver sea

Qiu Sheng fell asleep until the next morning, indeed he was in a stable state that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Even the dream has changed from dark and deep tones to tenderness.

Seaside stage, lanterns, hazy moonlight and white foam.But there was no audience, so he sat alone on the edge, hugging an acoustic guitar, strumming the strings without playing, and humming a strange melody.After a while, a person walked towards him from behind and stood beside him. He sat slowly and moved towards him.

When shoulders rubbed against each other, Qiu Sheng's heart ached for no reason. He wanted to lean on that person, but the guitar was between them and blocked him, so he had to sit very stiff.

Not long after he became stiff, the pain in his chest disappeared. He couldn't bear the sound of the waves, and seemed to start talking in a rambling manner.Although he couldn't recall it completely, Qiu Sheng guessed that it was a complaint he couldn't express during the day, a grievance buried deep in it, which he could only confide in his rare and peaceful dream.

Did the man hug him afterwards?Or kissed him?

The dream was too deep. As for what they talked about in the sea breeze, whether they looked at the moon, whether that person would laugh...all were sealed in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, leaving only the beautiful feeling of drunkenness that made him wake up soon. Come still reluctant to part.

When was the last time you woke up naturally?

When Qiu Sheng opened his eyes, this thought was the first thing that popped into his mind.

His whole body was sleepy and soft, and the duvet was wrapped in warmth and comfort. Yesterday's embarrassment and gaffe were completely over at this moment.Qiu Sheng lazily wanted to turn over, take his mobile phone or continue to close his eyes to rest his mind, but as soon as he made a movement, he immediately noticed something was wrong - there was an arm across his waist, holding him tightly through the quilt. very tight.

"Are you awake?" The warm breath on the forehead warmed the skin, and the low, nasal voice was familiar and surprising.

Qiu Sheng saw Wen Youxia's tired dark circles and his own shadow in his pupils in astonishment.

He was hugged by Wen Youxia.

Face to face.

How could Wen Youxia suddenly hug him to sleep, the other bed made a mistake and couldn't sleep, collapsed, broken?

In order to confirm his conjecture, Qiu Sheng turned his head to look over there in confusion.But when his head was half turned, he was held down by a big hand.Qiu Sheng's whole body was stiff. He didn't know what was wrong with Wen Youxia or if he was still dreaming, he opened his round eyes and looked at him, feeling that he was pressing his palm against his forehead.

The temperature was a bit cold, and Qiu Sheng didn't know who was wrong.

"Oh, it's normal." Wen Youxia muttered, and let go of Qiu Sheng calmly after doing this.

"Why are you here?" Qiu Sheng asked.

Wen Youxia silently raised her chin towards the other bed, feeling that this question was superfluous.

I used to live here.

Qiu Sheng was speechless instead.

He remembered that when Wen Youxia and Wen Youxia came back the night before, he had no strength, and he was sleepy and tired, struggling to change his pajamas and then climbed onto the bed.In a daze, he felt that Wen Youxia stood by the bed for a while, and then the tears and sweat that dried off his face were wiped off by a hot towel, and then...he fell asleep completely.

Qiu Sheng looked down at himself, and now his clothes were neatly on, as if nothing had happened.

Noticing the subtle change in Qiu Sheng's eyes, Wen Youxia tidied up the hem of his clothes and said, "You had a low-grade fever last night, and you slept irregularly, I'm afraid you'd be so hot that you kicked the quilt—forget it, I won't do it next time. "

"Oh, it's okay." Qiu Sheng lowered his head.

There are good reasons and the circumstances are special, but why does he regret Wen Youxia's explanation so honestly?

Qiu Sheng's expression was indescribable.

After waiting for a while without hearing Qiu Sheng speak, Wen Youxia went directly to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and after coming out, changed into clothes that could go out, and fiddled with a plastic bag.

Yawan is like summer all year round, and the temperature in December also remains above 15 degrees.Wen Youxia wears simple black T-jeans. He is 1.8 meters seven, not burly, and even looks a bit thin when wearing clothes. He rarely goes to the gym to exercise, but the physical exertion is enough to keep him strong in the eyes of others without losing his beauty. of the shoulder muscles.

Now, Wen Youxia's slightly long hair is softly attached to the back of his neck. When he stands in a relaxed posture, his chest will be slightly slumped, and he is preparing a bag of milk powder.Qiu Sheng looked at him, but he didn't have time to appreciate the superior figure of the other party, he just thought endlessly: Wen Youxia seems to have lost a lot of weight too.

Obviously Wen Youxia didn't drink the milk himself, he tried the temperature, picked up the ceramic cup, and walked back to the bed.

There is a sofa chair by the window in the room, Wen Youxia dragged it with one hand and sat down, the cup was gently placed on the bedside table within Qiu Sheng's reach.He cleared his throat, as if he wanted to say something.

"What?" Qiu Sheng found Wen Youxia's careful look very interesting, "Why is your expression so strange?"

Wen Youxia: "Your voice is hoarse."

Qiu Sheng touched his throat, he knew it was the sequelae of smoking and alcohol.

In the past few years, he has completely ignored the long list of taboos in the doctor's order. He waited until his stomach hurt so badly that he went to the hospital for an IV drip, and then symbolically quit smoking and drinking for two or three days, and then the cycle repeated.The stomach has long been overwhelmed by taking medicine all the year round, and now it is even more likely to strike at any time due to the reversed biological clock and irregular diet.

The internal organs are all integrated, and even the audience can tell that his voice is not as good as before, not to mention that Wen Youxia used to know him so well.

"Smoking is a bit fierce. After you learn it, you won't be able to quit." Qiu Sheng took a sip of the milk, which was a bit sweet to him, and glanced at Wen Youxia from the corner of his eyes, "Aren't you the same?"

Wen Youxia didn't know whether Qiu Sheng was caring or mocking him for a while, so he said "hmm".

Drinking milk on the bed, lost in thought in the sofa chair, they don't know how to get along tacitly after a long hug at the seaside - should they pretend nothing happened, or take a step towards each other?

Qiu Sheng glanced at You Xia from the corner of his eye, and the handsome face on the other side that he had been deeply fascinated by was now more gloomy and sleepy.

He thought that Wen Youxia was about to fall asleep, but it was obvious that the other party did not rest as well as he did last night, and was thinking about how to connect the topic with the temporary situation of the seaside stage as naturally as possible, Wen Youxia took the initiative to talk about it first.

"Aren't you going to work as planned today?"

Qiu Sheng's reaction was uncommonly slow for a second: "What was the original plan?"

Wen Youxia reminded him: "We are still recording variety shows."

Every time he gets sick, he can't restrain his emotional ups and downs, and after that, Qiu Sheng will be unconscious for a while.When Wen Youxia mentioned it, he remembered it a lot later, so trivial things came one after another, and it was impossible for Qiu Shengjuan to disrupt all the established matters just because he was a little unwell.

"Oh yes..." He licked the milk stains at the corner of his mouth, "Today I have to make up the scene, I'm fine, I can start work as planned after lunch later, I'll give Gu Qi—"

"Gu Qi said that he planned to go to the duty-free shop to bring skin care products to Crispy before the filming was over."

"Little Lu—"

"He and Allen went to have breakfast, and after eating, we're going to take a walk around the Wetland Park."

"The director's side—"

"I told him that you have a low fever and need a good rest."

Qiu Sheng looked at Wen Youxia as if he had met Wen Youxia for the first time, unable to speak a word.

Wen Youxia was very satisfied with his silence, stood up, flicked Qiu Sheng's forehead not so intimately, within the limits of friendship, and finally added the arrangement for Qiu Sheng: "Lead singer, your schedule today is to stay in the hotel, You can go for a walk in the garden, or you can read a book or a movie appropriately but not for more than two hours in a row. I'll get you breakfast, and you can lie down for a while."

Qiu Sheng: "..."

He didn't know whether he was first frightened by the news and then talked too much, or surprised why he suddenly started to care about these things.

A minor illness, all "to be dealt with" has been resolved by someone in advance, although it is not so perfect, there is no need to worry about it at all.The firm tone, the smooth arrangement, plus the unexpectedly strong movements...

A thought suddenly popped into Qiu Sheng's mind:

Is Wen Youxia usurping the throne?

Whether in the band or their personal relationship, Qiu Sheng has undoubtedly played the role of the controller.

Just like he reserves all the privileges of revising his own works, Qiu Sheng in love is also used to only throwing a "yes" or "no" option to the other party after making a decision.This overly domineering habit made things worse when their relationship was at its most precarious, making the tension between the two of them very tense. After breaking up, Qiu Sheng recalled Wen Youxia's accommodating and secretly accepting him, and only then did he reflect on whether he should leave it to the other party. A little breathing room.

It's easy to say, but Qiu Sheng still hasn't found his way.

As a result, now, Wen Youxia, who is used to being lazy and indifferent, has spontaneously deprived him of his control, imitated his example, and then intensified, not even leaving him a yesorno.

The most frightening thing was that the novelty replaced the unhappiness of being manipulated, and Qiu Sheng sat on the bed obediently and finished drinking the milk, having no objection to this kind of "control".

After Qiu Sheng finished washing, Wen Youxia just pushed open the door, he seemed to have pinched the timetable and calculated everything just right.The tall and thin bass came in with a few packing boxes in hand, and laid out a long line on the long light-colored wooden table in the room.

The buffet breakfast in the hotel restaurant is served until 10 o'clock, and the varieties include Chinese and Western.Wen Youxia already knew Qiu Sheng's glass stomach, so he didn't go to get those things, and bought some pastries for Qiu Sheng, which were light and easy to digest.He is used to taking care of patients and knows how to minimize the burden on the stomach.

The room does not have a sea view. When the window is opened, the sea breeze in Yawan in winter can still be blown, and the sun is sunny.

Qiu Sheng sat by the floor-to-ceiling window and had breakfast, while Wen Youxia was packing up the music score beside him.

With a piece of quicksand bag in his mouth, he kept a vigilant eye on Wen Youxia at all times.

But Wen Youxia didn't overstep the rules, and he didn't show any curiosity about Qiu Sheng's unfinished sheet music. He just gathered them according to Qiu Sheng's habit.After finishing all this, Wen Youxia couldn't find anything else to do, so he turned his head, just in time to meet Qiu Sheng's gaze.

Qiu Sheng noticed Wen Youxia's flashing embarrassment, as if he wasn't ready to speak yet.

But they can't stay silent all the time.

Qiu Sheng just half-squatted and half-sitting on the sofa chair, looking at him without blinking, as if he wanted to make up for all the avoidance in the past six months, those big and round eyes seemed to be hunting prey.He always liked to take the initiative, but now he was very patient, hoping that Wen Youxia would find a topic first.

Maybe he understood his intention, Wen Youxia stood on the spot for a while, then sat down on another chair, pretending to have a long talk, but asked simply: "You left me a note, didn't you? "

Qiu Sheng blinked unexpectedly.

He didn't quite remember the content of the note, he just said, "It seems to be."

"I..." Wen Youxia said hesitantly, "After I left Lanhua Lane that day, I went back to the home of Changdong Middle School. I happened to meet Wen Haoqian and chatted a few words. He said that he slipped his tongue, The wording used to refer to you was 'your boyfriend' but neither me nor Teacher Wen told him about it, so I guess you should have written something on the note and I didn't see it...he took it .”

Suddenly learning about this, Qiu Sheng remembered Wen Haoqian's countless words "My brother said he didn't want to see you".

He asked, "Did you say you didn't want to see me?"

Then he came to his senses first: Wen Youxia didn't even know how the note could possibly know that he was looking for him.

There is an answer on the verge of coming out, but the late entanglement has nothing to do with the truth.

Qiu Sheng already hated Wen Haoqian so much that he hated it so much that he became even more disgusted, and sneered: "Your brother is not simple, you can cheat both ways when you are young, and when you grow up, you start hitting people with a thermos bottle—"

"So I left Donghe first."

This is what he wanted to tell Qiu Sheng the most. Wen Youxia paused: "For a long time, I actually didn't care about anyone. We broke up, the band was gone, and the work was... and was cheated and used by the so-called family members." …I once collapsed, in a bad mood, and didn’t want to face anyone to solve anything. I bought a train ticket, thinking that it’s up to me to go wherever I go, and I’m going to fend for myself, anyway, life is a waste, and it’s meaningless.”

Facing Wen Youxia's dark side, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but stop breathing.

"But you can't die." Wen Youxia said, exhaling slowly, "Maybe it's because I still want to see you."