star chaser poem

At noon, Xiang Shi picked up her coat and was about to go out for dinner. When she passed by the elevator, she was suddenly stopped by someone: "Miss Tianluo ran away from home?"

You don't need to look back to know who it is, "No, I'm afraid he will be tired."

Shao Ke was choked upon hearing this sentence, then shuddered exaggeratedly, and took two or three steps back, "You speak so softly that it scares me."

Now Xiang Shi himself is not happy: "I usually talk like this."

"Okay, okay." He thought to himself that your differential treatment is quite justified, but he asked, "Then can I have dinner with you?"

"After a while." Xiang Shi touched the bridge of his nose apologetically, "I'm going to meet a friend."

Shao Ke approached quietly and asked in a low voice, "Going to meet the headhunter?"

"No, it's a private matter."

Just then the elevator came.He didn't want to say much at first, so he waved his hand quickly, "I'll treat you next time I go out." Then he left in a hurry.

During the lunch break, everyone rushes down the stairs in a swarm, so the elevators are usually crowded until the alarm for capacity limit sounds.Xiang Shi shrank her body in the crowded airtight space, looked at the tired and rigid faces around her, and suddenly felt like a poultry locked in a pen, stretching its neck desperately to take a breath.

However, now he seems to have more vague expectations for life, and this expectation is precisely brought about by things other than work.Whenever the string in the brain is constantly tightened, twisted together, or even about to break under various pressures, there is always a reverse force helping him to restore everything to its original state.

Accompanied by the notification sound of arrival, the twisted silhouette reflected on the elevator door split into two.Fresh air flooded in, and the scenery in front of him seemed bright and spacious, and the world outside the building was quietly waiting for him.

·

"Do you remember when you were in high school, you gave me a weather bottle?"

Xiang Shi, who was reading a book, had a visibly stiff expression on his face. He decided to keep his head down and pretend to be stupid: "Is there any? I don't remember."

Fu Jing didn't like this: "Did you just throw it away?" Leaning forward suddenly, he spread his empty palms and said unreasonably, "You pay me."

He directly covered the book on his face, and Xiang Shiweng's voice came out from under the page: "Then I will compensate you, okay?"

"What else is it?" A corner of the book page covering the face was uncovered, and Fu Jing's pupils and eyelashes were enlarged in the field of vision at the same time as the light.

Breathing suddenly stagnated, Xiang Shiyong whispered two words: "Secret." Then, like a clam, he closed himself in the shell again.

The meeting place is still set at Xiaobailou, but this time it is the other party that Xiang Shi took the initiative to make an appointment with.

Qinghai's left arm was still tightly wrapped, which actually made him curious, wanting to see what kind of pattern perched on this man's arm.

Without talking too much nonsense, Xiang Shi quickly got to the point: "I want to order something from you." After speaking, he airdropped a memo with his mobile phone, which contained specific requirements and budget.

"Do you want to use it for yourself or give it to someone else." Qinghai leaned back leisurely, crossing her legs, "If it's a gift, it's best to let me see the photo of that person, so that I can understand his temperament. "

Xiang Shi originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, this request is reasonable, and if she deliberately avoids it, she will appear petty.

Probably aware of his hesitation, the person sitting opposite added lightly: "It doesn't matter if you don't."

"You wait."

As he spoke, he dug out the group photo taken at the entrance of the studio from the phone album.In the photo, there are four people of himself and Sariel, and they asked the security guards in the building to help them take the photo.

Everyone is not working, and they dress very casually.Gagin, sporting his signature soaring braids, grimaced at the camera with a pout.

Ten's face was still stinky, as if he thought it was troublesome, he wore his hair very casually, but the hair color was too light, and the part that was shining on him was slightly exposed.

Oscar next to him still had a short lock of hair combed behind his head, he pursed his mouth and secretly reached out his hand to compare the horns on top of Ten's head.

And Fu Jing stood in the middle, wearing Xiang Shi's patchwork color hooded sweater, and because she was wearing a wavy headband, her rolled-up bangs were hooped with vertical ripples.

When taking the photo, he purposely squatted halfway down, just to reveal the person standing behind him: Xiang Shi stretched out his two arms, wrapping loosely around Fu Jing's neck.

Qinghai looked at the photo, but didn't make any special reaction, and didn't even ask him about his relationship with Fu Jing, but just explained the general process in a business-like manner - the frivolity from the previous few meetings was gone.

"I'll contact you when the first draft of the drawing comes out, and I'll meet here at noon." The voice that landed next to my ears reminded me of a frozen lake and the dark tide lurking beneath it.

Maybe it was superfluous, but Xiang Shi always felt that his complexion was not very good today, and he was quite uncertain, as if he had become another person.

·

On this day, it was extremely rare for Xiang Shi to arrive home before nine o'clock.The free time is hard to come by, and he plans to help Sariel arrange the schedule for the next quarter as soon as possible.

The preparation of the performance usually takes about three months, and what needs to be done each week, what materials to submit, and who to contact must be clearly planned in advance so as not to be in a hurry.Recently, he has started to take over this kind of transactional work, and he also sends all kinds of outreach emails. Unknowingly, he has a real feeling of becoming a partner.

While thinking about things while walking, when passing the living room, I unexpectedly found Fu Jing's coat on the back of the sofa, it seems that I forgot to take it back when I came here last time.

The other party hadn't noticed - he was usually not so confused.Lifting the clothes resentfully, a sudden uneasiness came to Shi's heart.

Just thinking about whether to send it directly to him now, a white paper shell just happened to fall out of his pocket.Puzzled, he picked it up and opened the lid. What he was holding in his hand was a box of Seven Stars that had been torn off the plastic seal but hadn't smoked a single one.

Xiang Shi originally thought that Fu Jing would not smoke, at least he had never smoked in front of him, and he was extremely sensitive to protecting his voice in his life, and he rarely even touched alcohol.

He knew that Jia Jing and Ten would smoke every day, so either they left it with Fu Jing and forgot to take it, or they carried it on their body for favors—in short, he probably didn't buy it himself.

But what if not.

Once this thought appeared, it was like a moss growing darkly in the shadows, out of control.

Forcibly suppressing the wild thoughts in her head, Xiang Shi put the box of Seven Stars back into her coat pocket, then found the portable dust bag from the dry cleaner from the closet, put the clothes in it, folded it, and went out.

Fu Jing would not take the initiative to invite others to his house because the room was too messy and she was too lazy to tidy it up.

Before Bai Ru sent food here, it was a heavy box, and she specifically asked him to share more with Fu Jing.For this matter, Xiang Shi went to his house once, but he didn't stay long at all.

The call button on the walkie-talkie was pressed several times but there was no response. Just when he was about to make a call, the door opened.

Fu Jing standing in front of her looked a little haggard.There were a few pieces of pain-relieving adhesive plasters randomly pasted on his wrists and elbows. Due to impatient application, some places were rolled up, and a strong smell of ointment could be smelled a little closer, even a little pungent. .

People who use computers for a long time will prepare some of this kind of tape, and Xiang Shi is often used on his neck and shoulders when he goes to work.He couldn't help thinking to himself, the musicians he usually sees like to wear perfume, why it's his turn, it smells like medicine.

Reaching out to take the dust bag, Fu Jing moved half of her body away, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you want to come in and sit?"

"What's wrong with your voice?"

He cleared his throat with difficulty, and finally recovered his usual tone: "I forgot to drink water."

The house paid by Jing Ren does not have a living room, but there is a door between the kitchen and the living room, and the bathroom is separated from three. The most important thing is that the activity area is spacious enough to accommodate increasingly large-scale musical instruments and equipment.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the backlight of the keyboard and the computer screen covered with audio tracks glowed faintly in the darkness.He explained that it is easier to concentrate in a dark environment, so it is customary to be alone in the dark when working.

Fu Jing called casually, and the smart assistant turned on all the lights in the room.His home is actually very clean, for example, there is only a computer and a small midi keyboard on the desktop.On the wall facing the two of them is a simple assembly shelf, displaying all the CDs he has participated in so far in chronological order.

On the bottom shelf sits a non-woven handmade doll with smoky gray hair and black clothes. Its eyebrows are two big dots, its eyes are round and round, its cheeks are pink and tender, and its mouth is sewn together. The inverted V letter looks like a desperate struggle.The doll has a big head and a small body, holding an upside-down crescent moon in its chubby hands, and a crossed ribbon tie is neatly tied around its neck.

Perhaps noticing the gaze lingering on the doll, he whispered, "It's a gift from a fan."

"Can I touch it?"

Fu Jing narrowed her eyes and looked at him with a half-smile, "Where do you want to touch?"

This thought-provoking sentence successfully stimulated Xiang Shi. To cover up his embarrassment, he coughed guiltyly, "Then I want to hear about this head office." He said, pointing to the semi-finished product on the screen.

"Well, I haven't heard this for anyone else yet." Picking up the earphones on the table, Fu Jing was about to put them on his head for him, when the company's mobile phone rang.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the raised hand soon lowered it knowingly, and an impenetrable sense of loss suddenly surged towards Shi's chest, making it hard to breathe.

It was the voice of the younger generation who wanted to cry without tears: "I sent the cost accounting report to Team Leader Yan, and he asked me to prove the correlation between the numbers. I really don't know how to do the calculations. I'm so sorry. Calling so late..."

The incoherent explanation on the other side made people's ears hurt. He subconsciously glanced at Fu Jing. He had already sat down in front of the computer again and turned his back to do his own thing.

It's like a hole opened in my heart, and all the warmth that was full just now leaked out in an instant.

After rubbing his acupoints, he quickly said: "The weighted unit price of each layer is different, you have to pull out all the source data to make a pivot table."

"Huh? Don't you have to find it from several different modules?"

"Yes. I'm going to start reporting, you write down the name of the data sheet."

In the frozen silence, every syllable spoken to the poem is clearly audible.Strangely, the more anxious the person on the other end was, the more calm he was able to stay.

"It's over, senior, I can't go home today."

"Do what you know how to do first, and send the rest in a form and email, and have a short meeting in 10 minutes later, and I will help you share part of it."

After I hung up the phone, the words that were stuck in my mouth and had no time to utter seemed to disappear with the cut off of the radio waves.Looking at the unusually quiet back at the table, any language seems superfluous and clumsy at this time.

Pursing her lips, she whispered to Shi, "Then I'll go first."

"I'll walk you to the door."

When he was putting on his shoes in the entrance, he found empty bottles of refreshing drinks piled up in the trash bin in the corner. At that moment, Xiang Shi almost doubted his eyes.Brown bottles piled upside down like a glass tower about to topple over.Reminiscent of the white paper shell in the coat pocket, a strange sense of distance suddenly descends.

Has he been working too hard lately?

Fu Jing was clearly following behind him, but he obviously had another set of thoughts in his mind, making it unpredictable.There must be a reason for the sudden change, not to mention that he had stumbled before - and such doubts seemed to activate a trigger in the brain, and the familiar anxiety gradually awakened in his body.

As if wanting to drive away those empty and annoying emotions, he turned to Shi, and gently hugged the person behind him in the narrow space, "Don't be too tired."

"Not tired." Fu Jing's voice sounded light and ethereal, like clouds flowing in the sky, revealing a trace of indistinctness: "Now is the rising period, and I don't want to let everyone down."

"No." Turning her face slightly, the tip of her nose was just buried in the hollow of his neck.There is no smell of ointment here, but the aroma of fabric softener that has crossed the body temperature.

Maybe the tip of her nose accidentally rubbed against him, or maybe her hot breath hit his neck, Fu Jing's ears hidden in her hair turned red all of a sudden.After noticing this, Xiang Shi suddenly felt that he was both distressing and extremely cute, and she no longer knew what to do.

The author has something to say:

Smoking is harmful to health.

Seven Stars was chosen purely because it can echo the name of the article, and there is no special purpose.

Work-related content is made up.