star chaser poem

On this day, it was almost 09:30 in the evening when Xiang Shi got home from get off work.He took off his suit jacket and tie and hung them up with the remaining willpower, and then fell into the sofa, tangled in the arrangement and combination of taking a bath, eating and sleeping.

I ate a rice ball from a convenience store at six o'clock in the evening, and I have been working in a hurry since then. I am already hungry, so I don't want to eat it.You should take a shower first, then clean the house, and then take time to read professional books after everything is cleaned up.

Just as this was being arranged, the mobile phone placed on the coffee table vibrated suddenly, it seemed to be a phone.

He lifted his heavy eyelids impatiently, and the screen showed that someone was sending an invitation for a voice call.

The enlarged profile picture is a stick figure of hand-painted stars.

The irritability just now dissipated immediately, he quickly sat up, and pressed the answer button in doubt: "...Hello?"

"Xiang Shi, are you home?"

"exist."

"Well... I forgot my house key at the company, and now the door of the building is closed and I can't get in, can I stay at your house for one night?"

"Okay, come here. Do you remember the address?"

"Well, I've been there once before. I'll be there in about 10 minutes."

"Understood, if you get lost, call me and I will pick you up."

"it is good."

A cluster of grand fireworks seemed to explode above the head. There was a loud "bang", accompanied by sparks bursting everywhere and the heat rising sharply, all of them smashed on his head.

Fu Jing is coming to find him.

After hanging up the phone, the first thing Xiang Shi did was to hide everything related to Sariel.

He is usually busy with work, so he doesn't have the time and energy to take care of the house. In addition, he bought a lot of new things in one go recently, which eats up most of the space in the house at once, making it unavoidably cramped.

Not knowing where the strength exhausted by work reappeared, he immediately got up from the sofa and started tidying the room quickly.

The weather in early October was not so cold. Standing outside the door, Fu Jing put on a large black sweater with loose slits on both sides. The cuffs and hem of the clothes revealed a long white inner layer. Also black straight wide leg pants.

Under the neckline, two silver chains, one short and one long, were stacked, and the long one hung a pendant with a bright red pupil. The inorganic eyes stared straight ahead, baring their teeth and claws against the backdrop of the black jacket.

He was not as radiant as when we met last time, his brows and eyes drooped listlessly, and there was a trace of fatigue on his fair face.

"You look tired."

Xiang Shi was taken aback, thinking that someone had seen through her thoughts, and then realized that the words were referring to herself.

"Really? Actually, I just got home." He replied absently.

After get off work every day, the brain tissue seems to be partly removed, leaving a gaping hole.Talking is like sleepwalking, the mouth is opening and closing to talk to itself, but the content of what is said has not been considered at all.

It doesn't look like I'm just tired.

There was a bookshelf next to the sofa in the living room. Fu Jing lay on the cushion of the armrest and looked at the spine of the book with interest, and asked casually, "Why are there so many books after moving home? These are all newly bought?"

"I bought it new, and I need it for work." Xiang Shi was making tea in the kitchen, her voice mixed with the sound of the cabinet door opening and closing.

"I heard from my mother that you don't do IT either, so why are you all professional books?"

"I didn't do IT at first, but I changed it when I came to Wu City."

Near the bookshelf, there was the sound of flipping books first, followed by a loud "pop", Xiang Shi knew that he must not be able to read any more.

"Then will the work go well after you come here?"

"Fortunately."

With that said, he threw the finished triangular tea bag directly into the trash can.

Xiang Shi entered the living room with a cup of green tea and a cup of black tea, and when he handed the cup to Fu Jing, their fingers overlapped inadvertently.

Bending down and sitting on the sofa, Xiang Shi took a sip of green tea and used the cup to cover the expression on her face: "Why don't you go home after you terminate the contract."

"Didn't you go to college elsewhere?"

He was stunned for a moment, and just as he realized that he wanted to ask more questions, an inaudible murmur sounded in his ears: "Listen to what my mother said."

At this moment, Fu Jing was hugging a big fluffy cushion in her arms, her chin was sunk in the soft fabric, and her slightly messy hair was hiding her eyes.

So silence fell again, like a glass covered with dust, and those unexplainable thoughts were like thicker and thicker dust, separating the two lives.

"By the way, I bought popsicles." Fu Jing stood up by herself, rummaged through the freezer for a while, and came back with a familiar brown packaging bag in her hand.

He sat down next to him, ripped the jagged edge off the bag, broke apart the two tube popsicles, and pushed one over.

"eat together."

·

Fu Jing said that there were many reasons that prompted him to leave, but the most important point was that he had completely lost the desire to create at that time.

"After all, you signed the company, and you must follow the requirements of the above for any songs you release. Confident demos were cut off time and time again, but scribbled ones were passed. The things they sang at that time were either not good at, or they were not good at singing. like."

"In the end, I couldn't figure out what everyone liked to hear, and I didn't understand the meaning of creation. From spontaneously wanting to write, I gradually became forced to write, because I had to submit new ones every once in a while. The demo is almost like catching up with homework."

"Although my name is written in the column of the composer, although it is true that it took time and effort, but at that time, I felt that these songs had nothing to do with my own will."

There was no particular ups and downs in his tone of voice, but his fingers unconsciously grasped the fabric of the cushion cover.

After eating the popsicle in Xiangshi's hand, the fleeting sweet taste cooled inside the mouth, and the empty plastic shell took on a weak and distorted shape.

"What happened after you left? The original band disbanded?"

Fu Jing sneered, the prosthetic eye pendant swayed with his movements, and the scarlet eyes stared at him mockingly.

"Strictly speaking, it's not a disbandment. There's a new vocalist, a name change and a reorganization."

He seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and he leaned forward all of a sudden, and Xiang Shi even smelled the softener on his clothes.

"Do you know what the funniest thing is?" Fu Jing twitched half of her lips sarcastically, "I met them at a recent performance."

As he said that, he bent down and tried to reach for his cell phone from the coffee table, "The name is a bit contrived, what is it called the dark side of shit."

Xiang Shi, who was drinking tea, choked heavily, and then coughed violently.Fu Jing's movement of holding the phone froze in mid-air, and she was stunned for a while, then leaned over and patted him on the back lightly, with a rather funny look on her face, "Although the name is bad, you don't need such a big reaction. "

It took a long time before he finally calmed down, but he still did not give up trying to restore his image, and put on a pedantic posture with a cold face: "If you talk like this, be careful not to be scolded by your uncle."

After finishing speaking, he choked, thinking why he was still talking to him in the tone of his student days, so he shut his mouth embarrassingly and stopped talking.

Fortunately, the people around him didn't care, because his mind was elsewhere, "Oh—it's called the dark side of the moon."

While talking, he handed over the search results to Xiang Shi, and what was displayed on the screen was a promotional photo of five people and a short text introduction.

"The man among them is not as good-looking as you."

Unexpectedly, the other party did not show any joy when he heard it, and retorted seriously: "He sings really well."

Of course Xiang Shi knew how good the lead singer could sing.However, as an audience who watched two bands perform consecutively on the same day, his deepest feeling is: Sariel is irreplaceable as a band, but the dark side of the moon is not.

"Let me play their song, you will know it after you hear it."

When the speaker starts to vibrate, the familiar music wakes up fresh memories.He had encountered this song at a performance, but what Fu Jing played was not the studio version, but the live radio version.

The dark side of the moon is worthy of being a big lead vocal band. The sound quality of the live recording is comparable to that of a CD. Maybe Xiang Shi in the past would have thought this kind of evaluation was a compliment, but now he just wants to say: If it is just singing exactly the same as the CD , Then what do I spend money and time to go to livehouse.

Fu Jing on the side listened very attentively, whenever she came across some amazingly handled passages, she would let out a few low praises.

"Don't you think it's boring to listen to too much?" Xiang Shi couldn't help yawning, "There is no outstanding memory point, and it is not as good as your little finger at all."

Hearing these words, Fu Jing turned her head and looked at him curiously. The slender silver chain hanging from the pinnae flickered with the slight movement of her head.

"Could it be possible that you've still heard my song?" When he spoke, there was a half-smile in his tone, his eyes looked bright, and he was looking straight at himself without hesitation.

Xiang Shi's expression froze, and then she turned her head away unnaturally, avoiding his gaze, "I haven't heard of it, I just want to praise you, what's wrong."