silver sea

Wen Youxia slapped Lu Yining for speaking out, but in fact he didn't need to talk too much.Qiu Sheng was fully aware that duodenal ulcers and gastric ulcers were likely to be tumors in the end.

Qiu Sheng really didn't care before.

It doesn't matter if you are sick, or you get hit by a car or fall from a building, it would be a good ending to be gone before the age of 30.He even thought that it was better to have cancer to recover from the pain than to make up his mind to commit suicide - he didn't have that much courage - but when he saw that video again, he realized that Wen Youxia and him might meet again, and reunion meant that they had When the opportunity came again, Qiu Sheng began to be afraid.

Fear that there will be no time to wait until the rift is repaired, and fear that there will not be much time in case of reconciliation.

Of course he didn't want to sit there doing nothing for a week, but this time Wen Youxia's attitude was unexpectedly strong, and before Qiu Sheng could change his mind, Wen Youxia had already distributed all the next arrangements.The unanimous vote passed, and even Liu Wangyu asked Qiu Sheng to rest until the inspection results were confirmed.

Qiu Sheng refused, insisting that the pain was gone.It's a pity that no one listened to him, and tacitly regarded him as a puppet that could breathe, and the rest of the words and actions did not exist.

Qiu Sheng's heart rate accelerated, and Lu Yining was still gloating: "This is the retribution for your dictatorship in the early years!"

Maybe the doctor spoke softly, and friends—if Qiu Sheng had one—was optimistic about his so-called illness.Wen Youxia disappeared the next day, Qiu Sheng asked Gu Qi, who was pretending to be crazy.

"I don't know, alas, how can I control Wen Xia!" After he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng joined the army, "Have you taken any medicine?"

Qiu Sheng covered his ears, wishing he could go back in time and correct his past mistakes to cultivate his body, and never give this group of people the chance to divide up his right to speak under the pretext of "you are a patient".

Gu Qi babbled: "Those who need to take medicine, look at the next check-up on the 23rd, when the time comes..."

Qiu Sheng simply turned his head and ran out of the rehearsal room.

He was deprived of decision-making ability, and had to endure repeated beatings by Gu Qi and Lu Yining in the rehearsal room, so he simply walked around the recording studio.The mastering engineer I know is recording a new song for them to coordinate the volume of each instrument. This new song was originally written by Lu Yining for fun, and several people arranged the music according to their respective duties. It was completed within 72 hours. demo.

When deciding what to call it, Lu Yining chose the same name as a famous novel, "Dance!"dance!dance! ", the style is quite happy, making people want to sway after listening to it.

This song will be officially released as an EP together with "Asuka", and will not be included in the second album.Qiu Sheng was not very fond of the mastering project. He walked around several floors of Taiguo from the bottom to the top. In the rehearsal room, Gu Qi was practicing a new guitar solo. Lu Yining carefully read the score and prepared to perform afterward. .

Everything in order was once what Qiu Sheng hoped for.

He controls everything down to the second and can't get others to stand with him voluntarily. When he is forced to strike, he finds that important and unimportant things can still function as usual without him, and it is even more natural.

Whether it's a control freak or an obsessive-compulsive disorder...it's time to change it?

Never mind then, just let them have their way.

Qiu Sheng thought so, and was about to go back, but he still sent a message to Wen Youxia who hadn't been seen for a day: "Where did you go today?"

Half an hour later, Wen Youxia finally came back to life: "I'm at the port."

The port in the north of the city in January is the coldest time in winter, the cold wind howls past, and fine ice floes float offshore.

Wen Youxia pinched out his cigarette, and looked at the man who had just come out of the convenience store.

The other party obviously saw him and stood there.Wen Youxia frowned, and walked over. His height and demeanor were full of oppression. He just approached, and suddenly occupied the opponent's limbs, his eyes were dull and he wanted to avoid it.

Wen Youxia called him to stop: "Camel."

The camel held the freshly bought compressed biscuits and mineral water in his hand. He was unshaven and poorly dressed. Due to the dryness and low temperature, the skin of his face and hands had many small cracks, and traces of pinholes were faintly visible.He seems to be a little hunchbacked, and he walks slowly, like a walking corpse. It is really hard to associate him with the "Rockstar" in Lanhua Lane in the past.

"Long time no see." Wen Youxia said, after thinking for a moment, he handed over his cigarette case, "Let's talk?"

The camel turned silently to the left alley.

After the two walked in tandem for a while, a row of bungalows appeared beside the road.The camel got into one of them without closing the door, Wen Youxia regarded him as agreeing, and went in immediately.

This is really a row of "dangerous houses", dilapidated and low, and the doors, windows and eaves may be blown away by the excessively rough sea wind at any time.The light inside is not good, and you need to turn on the lights during the day to see the furnishings clearly.The single wire bed is against the wall, a taller stool is used as a desktop, and a small bench is used as a place to sit.There was no furniture, and the light bulbs flickered wobbly.

The environment was not as good as the warehouse he had rented, and there was a strange smell. Wen Youxia showed no attitude on the surface. He sat peacefully on the small bench with his long legs shrunken.

The camel was leaning against the bed, he lowered his head to borrow some light to study Wen Youxia's cigarettes, and smiled for no reason.

"It's been a long time since I smoked such a good cigarette." The camel spoke in a hoarse voice, like a rusty sheet of metal that might be broken by rust at any time. "Are you doing well?"

"It's okay." Wen Youxia said, looking at a chipped water glass beside his bed.

"Playing in a band?"

Wen Youxia laughed at herself: "I can only do this."

With a flash of sparks, the camel lit a cigarette: "Be humble, you are not like me."

Time Wen Youxia of Rotten Apple was not very happy. He looked down on Luo Tuo, thinking that this junkie really didn't care about being in the band. In private, he had no respect for Camel at all, and the other party probably noticed it.The relationship between the two was stiff at the beginning, and then there was almost no intersection, but the band disbanded, but now they can chat relatively calmly.

Luo Tuo didn't say a word, he knew what kind of temper he was, and he had a cigarette in his mouth: "You didn't come to see me to see if I was still dead, did you?"

"I wonder what songs the bassist wrote when you guys were 'Break the Shell'."

After saying this, he saw a flash of light suddenly flashed in the camel's cloudy eyeballs, but it was fleeting, like an illusion.

"I don't know..." Camel said melancholy, vaguely, "What kind of broken shell did you suddenly mention...the shell has not been broken for a long time, you go back, I don't know anything."

Wen Youxia frowned, he had already seen that Luo Tuo was not as lucid as he imagined, and he would not go around when he gave up: "Let's put it bluntly, Bai Yanhui copied my song, he does everything without leaking, he must be a repeat offender."

Camel: "Then you went to find him, what does it have to do with me?"

The sixth brother's voice sounded out of place in his ears, he said that the camel was not like this before, Anton touched the "drug", the man disappeared, and then he became addicted.Wen Youxia is a person who is very good at conspiracy theories. The strange thing is that every time his idea will be confirmed soon——

For example, he now feels that the ending of the rotten apple is not a coincidence, but man-made.

"Of course it has something to do with you." Wen Youxia asked coldly, "Didn't he teach you how to take drugs?"

The camel stopped smoking for a moment, and looked at him in disbelief.

Wen Youxia: "You're curious, how do I know? I just thought, you're in a band, why everyone smokes but Bai Yanhui doesn't smoke at all, is he really clean? When he handed me the marijuana-laced cigarette, he handed it to me. You didn’t even shake it, so it’s not the first time. Also, Anton, who didn’t touch “drugs” when you were in the group “Break the Shell”, unexpectedly died of an accidental drug overdose?”

camel:"……"

"Drug overdose." Wen Youxia emphasized these words, his expression suddenly darkened, "You know better than me, some people will have severe allergic reactions. Does Anton have such a constitution? If he knew, why would he do so?" Go touch it, don’t you want to live? Or he doesn’t know, but someone did it deliberately, thinking that at most an addiction would kill someone.”

Camel: "How... who would know..."

Wen Youxia pressed on step by step: "Don't you know how much your band understands each other? Bai Yanhui likes him, how does Anton react? If Anton dies, someone can grandiosely take over his work and mark it own name."

The camel coughed violently, and the name suddenly tied his throat like a rope.

Wen Youxia asked, "Did he give it to Anton and you?"

Although it was a question sentence, but his tone was firm and firm, he almost didn't say directly: Is Bai Yanhui a murderer?

The dilapidated one-story house was leaking everywhere, and the camel was trembling.

"Impossible! You can't do anything to him, it's all over...I fucking...I deserve it, I deserve it! Lao Bai originally wanted me to relax..."

"Where's Anton?!" Wen Youxia suppressed his anger, "Aren't you friends with him? Listen to what you say, and feel sorry for him?!"

The camel raised his voice: "You're not for yourself! Stop doing this!"

Wen Youxia stood up abruptly: "For myself?! Okay, that's right, so what if I just do it for myself? Shouldn't it? He owes me, can't I get it back?"

Brother Six commented on Wen Youxia's likeness to "Anton", temperament, and behavior style.

I don't know how true or false these words are, Wen Youxia has never seen Anton's appearance after all.But Luo Tuo's reaction at this time seemed to see another Anton coming to ask for his life, and asked him why he was watching with cold eyes.His feet went limp, and the precarious cup and ashtray beside the bed fell to the ground with a "crash".

His eyes were straightened, his hands were shaking in front of him, and then he knelt on the ground with a "boom": "Please! Don't force me, I don't know, I really don't know!..."

The 1.8-meter-high man in his forties was as thin as a skeleton broken on the concrete floor, and his whole body was about to fall apart.He screamed, and then tears and snot flowed together, Wen Youxia walked aside in disgust.Regardless of the crazily rolling of the camel, he picked up a notebook on the "desk" and flipped through it in a hurry. Some notes and broken melodies were recorded in it, which didn't look like the ones before.

Wen Youxia's heart was suddenly touched.

He looked at the camel and was amazed that this man was still creating when he was sober.

The camel stopped rolling for a long while, and he sat down in a mess with a dusty face, pinching himself fiercely while panting heavily, digging out a few bloodstains on his fingernails, as if in this way he could completely recover from the sudden stimulation.

"Are you writing songs?" Wen Youxia asked in disbelief.

But he was still incoherent: "I don't, I don't... I can't write songs, Lao Bai can..."

"Camel." Wen Youxia raised his notebook and looked at him, "Why did you agree to sign his name for your song? Because you can't stop taking the medicine, right?"

The camel stared dumbly at his notes.

"I'm not young anymore, whatever, these are... whatever you want." Luo Tuo smiled wryly, and seemed to be crying again, "What can I do..."

Wen Youxia yelled sharply: "Where are the others?!"

He was slightly dazed, covered his face and refused to face it, Wen Youxia continued: "Do you know how crazy Bai Yanhui is now? The songs of the small band were 'bought' by him, thinking that he had climbed Bole, the result was squeezed by the devil! I have evidence, but I can only make him famous for a year and a half. What about in the future? He’s still there! Look at yourself, don’t you want to get rid of him?”

The camel's shoulders shook like chaff: "No..."

"I just want two things. You can give them if you want them. If you don't, I'll find them after I tear down your house today." Wen Youxia didn't allow him to resist, "Anton used to write songs, and who did Bai Yanhui get from? Here's the 'medicine' for you. You're not a fool, you must have something to save your life."

Shuofeng wailed bitterly, everything in Beicheng Port was lifeless.

After a while, even Wen Youxia gave up hope, Luo Tuo seemed to have finally recovered from the overwhelming panic.

Lie on the bedside, he lit a cigarette and took two strong puffs, pressing his heart: "I can't say...he doesn't know I'm here, if something happens to him, as long as he's not imprisoned right away, he will definitely kill me... ...Wen Xia, I can't, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

Wen Youxia threw the notebook beside him, ready to practice the words of "demolishing the house".

The camel raised its head, behind the disheveled face, there was a gleam of youthful light in its eyes.He pointed to the corner, where there was a box that looked almost welded to death.

"In there, there is a hard drive..."

"You found it yourself, I didn't say... I didn't say it!"

The author says:

"dance!dance!Dance is a novel by Haruki Murakami