star chaser poem

Fu Jing had a job today and had to go out to meet people. In order to look good, she specially wore a small turtleneck top with a frill around the neck.

It looks good now, but the fly in the ointment is that the collar is too tight.But this dress is quite inconvenient to put on and take off, because the zipper behind the neck is hard to reach.He was running around all day and couldn't get rid of it, and he was very angry.

So as soon as Xiang Shi opened the door, he heard him complaining, saying that he was uncomfortable, that he was about to be strangled to death, and he was chirping behind him, like a noisy chicken, begging for clothes all the time.

"I finally understand how hard it is for you to wear a tie at work." He said gloomily.

Xiang Shiwu went into the room to look for a jacket, and specially found one with a loose neckline and comfortable fabric.Suddenly, he heard vague groans from outside the door, which made him tremble with fright, and almost thought it was his own auditory hallucination.

Standing in the living room, Fu Jing shrugged her shoulders in a very strange posture, as if someone grabbed her neck and lifted her up from behind.I saw him with a mournful face and pouted his mouth unhappily, "His hair got caught in the zipper."

Hearing this sentence, Xiang Shi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly, "Go and sit on the sofa first."

As soon as she got around the back, Fu Jing tilted her head consciously, and the hair scattered on both sides of her shoulders obediently gathered together, revealing her defenseless back of the neck.

The hair was firmly stuck between the half-open tooth chains, and Xiang Shi tentatively pulled the slider on the zipper, but the slider did not move at all, but the person in front of him grinned: "...it hurts."

Afraid of hurting him again, Xiang Shi made a quick decision: "I'll help you cut this strand of hair."

Because of constant tossing and tossing, Fu Jing's hair quality is very bad. Although the color is quite beautiful at first glance, it feels fragile and thin, and looks malnourished.Xiang Shi brushed aside the stray hairline at the back of his neck, and he flinched slightly.

"I haven't cut it yet."

"It's a little itchy."

Picking up the scissors, with a crisp "click", the long smoky gray hair snapped in two, and the zipper, which was tense just now, lost its momentum in an instant, and fell down obediently under the weight of the fabric.

Fu Jing, who was liberated, turned her face slightly to the back. At this time, his hair was all hanging on the edge of his neck, and the ends of his hair were being held in his hands. The collar was partly opened, revealing the clear lines of the neck and collarbone. nearby skin.

Due to the tight wrapping, a circle of red marks with patterns was left around the neck.Xiang Shi was stunned for a moment, his eyes fixed on those slightly pink traces, the hot blush burned his pupils, and made the corners of his eyes a thin layer of blood.

"Is something on my neck?"

While speaking, Fu Jing's Adam's apple twitched. For some reason, Xiang Shi felt that the deep part of her throat was also itchy.He blinked quickly, then avoided his eyes unnaturally, and said in a weird and inaudible voice: "I lost a piece of hair."

"Then help me pick it up." Fu Jing was about to lean forward as she spoke, and could even feel the warm heat coming from him.

Seeing this, Xiang Shi hurriedly turned her back, and ordered sarcastically, "Pick it up yourself."

"Cut, be stingy."

Throwing the clothes in his hand on the opponent's head, he said fiercely to Shi: "Pull up the collar!" Then, clutching the cut hair, he went back to the room aggressively.

Leaving Fu Jing alone in the living room with a dazed look on her face, "How did I offend you..."

·

From Xiang Shi's point of view, Fu Jing doesn't seem very happy recently.

Anxiety is like a hazy mist, always lingering around him.And the ambiguous edge of the mist blurs Xiang Shi's intention to test, making him feel that no matter how he moves forward, he can't get close to the truth, as if he punched the cotton hard, and it didn't take any effort at all.

When the two of them were together, Fu Jing would occasionally appear listless, as if something had been hanging on him, affecting his mind, and making him restless all day long.

Maybe it's because he cares about the response of the new album - Xiang Shi can only guess like this in the end.But even Taoguo also said that it is meaningless to focus on the current evaluation blindly, and it is necessary to take a longer-term perspective in the judgment.

"I've said it a long time ago, a band in transition will definitely lose fans. If you don't like it, just leave. If you have to hypocritically say that they are no longer what they used to be, please, it's a bad thing to stand still forever, okay? "

"Often this kind of people, there is a high probability that they will be slapped in the face after a few years. After they have passed the exploration period, established a new style, and really stabilized, they will come back with a cheeky face, and they will definitely talk to newcomers. Said: I have liked them since the underground period-turning faces is faster than turning books."

He knew that Sariel was in a critical period of transition from the underground to the mainstream, and criticism was inevitable.However, Fu Jing was more sensitive than he imagined in some aspects, and Xiang Shi didn't know what he was worried about, after all, his thoughts were not so heavy in the past.

It was a Friday night, and Fu Jing's schedule rarely had any performance arrangements.Knowing that he would come home later, Xiang Shi completely lost interest in work, and only wanted to go back quickly.So as soon as the hour arrived, he excused something, clocked in and left with the company's computer on his back, planning to take back the unfinished work.

Fu Jing hadn't come when he got home, so Xiang Shi simply put on the earphones and explained the matter to the new kid in the group.Xiang Shi belongs to the kind of very responsible senior. Although he finds it troublesome and doesn't like to be a teacher, he will definitely explain clearly item by item whenever tasks need to be assigned.Not only was it a verbal explanation, but in case others would not understand, he even took another tablet and drew it for the other party while explaining.

When he finally hung up the meeting, as soon as he left the room, he found that Fu Jing had fallen asleep lying on the sofa, and he felt guilty for a while.

It looked like he was tired again.Sariel's schedule is very busy recently, and he actually doesn't know when Fu Jing's rest day is.The cycle of song writing, song release, rehearsal, and performance must be rotated quickly in the growing band.The pressure of competition is in front of them, and all they can do is to prove their existence value with uninterrupted output.

The underground music market in Wu City is like a body with a vigorous metabolism, and no one is willing to become waste waiting to be decomposed.

Xiang Shi stepped forward lightly, squatted on the edge of the sofa and looked at him carefully: half of his face was pillowed on the big cushion, his brows were unconsciously frowned, and his front teeth bit his lower lip lightly, as if in a dream. Li is still fighting a fierce battle with a monster that no one else can see.

Recalling a time not long ago, Fu Jing asked him, "What do you think of Sally's new album?"

When asked this question, Xiang Shi's thoughts were still immersed in the unfinished work, and she raised her head in a daze when she heard the words, "I like it very much."

The person sitting opposite stared at him for a while, then nodded silently, without answering a word.

Xiang Shi's answer is undoubtedly sincere, but he can vaguely feel that his "like" can't effectively comfort Fu Jing.

Maybe it's because his judging criteria are not informative.After all, he is neither a veteran fan like Miaomiao, nor is he as well-informed, vicious and picky as Taoguo—if we use the level of education as an example, he is probably a primary school student who has just started studying. .

Some people's liking is exposed and passionate, and the way of expressing liking to poetry can be more reflected in a bland repetition: on the way to commute every day, he always listens to Sariel's music over and over again.

After all, it is a live-oriented band, even if it is the same track, the effect of each performance is different.Those live pictures and the melody in the earphones bite each other, and finally turned into a rolling film, as if reminiscing about a favorite old movie.

At this moment, the person in front of him moved.Xiang Shi woke up like a dream, immediately stood up, and quickly hid in the kitchen to hide her guilty conscience.Next, he heard a tired and hoarse voice as expected: "Are you done?"

"En." With a short answer, Xiang Shi took the red stoneware mug and returned to the living room.

He handed over the cup, which contained cold-brewed black tea, with a ball of half-melted cream ice cream floating on the top, and due to the eccentricity of the maker, the amount of ice cream was abnormally visible to the naked eye.

The other party raised his head to look at him, his eyes filled with sparkling surprise.

"It's delicious." After finishing speaking, he smiled slightly, without noticing that there was a faint milk|white circle on the edge of his lips.

The sleepy hair was sticking up stubbornly, Fu Jing's face was still in the trance of not waking up, but she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked the corners of her lips in satisfaction after tasting the sweetness.

At that moment, Xiang Shi's heart was so soft that he never imagined that the desire for protection sleeping deep in his heart would overflow to such an extent.

He even hoped that Fu Jing would just sit on the sofa in his home all the time, obediently enjoying the sweets that would spoil people's taste buds.There are no unspeakable troubles, no pressure that must be endured, he only needs to be responsible for being happy, and being responsible for showing a carefree smile after unpacking all kinds of candies.If one ice cream scoop isn't enough, dig a second, a third—give him all of it, until he doesn't want it anymore.

However, Xiang Shi was very clear that that person would not accept unequal support.Xiang Shi not only couldn't control him, but also had to worry about whether Fu Jing would continue to have a place for herself in Fu Jing's ever-expanding world.

Assuming that one day, Sariel can take it for granted to tour in a live house with more than [-] people, will even the time that is taken for granted now become a luxury?

Resisting the urge to take a sip of milk|white lips, he reached for a tissue and said patiently and gently, "Come here."