whale killer

At the end of April, willow catkins raged for two weeks, and the sandstorm that I hadn’t seen for a long time also had a tendency to reawaken. Before leaving the dormitory, Xiang Qifei put on a hat and mask, covered most of his face, and did not forget to cut two pieces of astemizine and put them in his schoolbag, just in case needs.

They said they would meet at the interchange station of Line [-], which was convenient for both of them.But the appointment is always in vain. Before Xiang Qifei left the school, he and his classmates scolded the instructor while walking to the subway. When he looked up, he saw Chi Yan waiting for him at the entrance.Immediately froze, rubbing his eyes, thinking it was not a hallucination, he would have to take an extra hour by car to come here.Leaving his friend behind in a hurry and running to confirm, Chi Yan took the initiative to take some of the equipment, carrying half of it each, and stretched out the free hand to Qifei, pretending to be five years old, and asked Chi Yan to lead him to the subway.

Today, Chen Cheng and her boyfriend went to Fangji for dinner. On the way, they saw someone from a long distance away, and asked Qifei's sleeve to gossip: "What's the relationship between you two now?" It is a new seal that I just ate last week.

Chen Cheng took his boyfriend's arm and pushed Xiang Qifei's head away, his eyebrows were all raised: "Think of me as the Wanchai pier? I used to think you wouldn't do it!"

Xiang Qifei was obsessed with admiring the distant scenery, and Chen Cheng's words were forgotten. What he thought was that Chi Yan was wearing the denim jacket I bought a few days ago, the one with the frayed edges and washed. When I bought it, I knew he would look very good in it. .

After receiving Meng Zheliu's news that day, I asked, what does this mean?The other party replied late, saying that you are still young and do not understand the loneliness of adults.Xiang Qifei is very annoyed that Meng Zheliu doesn't speak directly when he has something to say, can you stop being so ambiguous?Meng Zheliu came back, want to hear the truth?The truth is not good.Xiang Qifei hesitated, "Forget it and don't listen" before finishing the fight, and Meng Zheliu took the lead at an inopportune time. He tied Qin Zhimo because he was afraid that he would run away.If you knew Chi Yan in those two years, you would never believe that he could still fall in love with others.If you don't accept Xiang Qifei, you only know that people will change.Meng Zheliu left the last line, and there was thunder on the ground, Chi Yan couldn't.If he is so easy to change, I will not like him.

Xiang Qifei thought that Meng Zheliu was really the strangest love rival he had ever seen.

At noon, the Batong Line was not too crowded. Xiang Qifei leaned against the closed glass door and shared a pair of headphones with Chi Yan, listening to Laura Marling's new album released last month. Ibanishyouwithlove. Ibanishyouwithlove. Chi Yan went back and listened to this passage repeatedly, thinking about the lyrics.Xiang Qifei stood close to him, shaking his head to the rhythm of the guitar.

When alone, Xiang Qifei wanted to prove Meng Zheliu's nonsense many times, and felt that the current state of getting along was too wonderful, and could hardly tolerate any flaws and suspicions.The golden birdcage was inexplicably missing, Qin Zhimo's lighter was the lighter he had drawn, Qin Zhimo's piano became the piano he desperately rescued, he picked the shampoo and body wash at home, Chi Yan even It smells the same as him.Everything about Qin Zhimo was gradually being covered up, and they were withdrawing from their lives in an orderly manner. Except that Qin Zheng didn't go home again, which was a headache, the rest were good things.

Ask Chi Yan, does Xiaozheng know?Chi Yan said, you have to know.Xiang Qifei is frustrated, he must hate me now.Chi Yan pulled him into his arms and kissed, no, he just needed some time.Are you still worried about being hated?This is something Chi Yan can't figure out, you should be worried that too many people like you.

Xiang Qifei thought of Meng Zheliu again, bit Chi Yan's chin, and said angrily, you have no rival in love now.

When he got off the car at Andingmen, Chi Yan still held him tightly, palms to palms, fingers clasped together, while walking, he brought that white hand to his lips, carefully kissing the back of his hand in the crowd.At first, he would be shy, and he would be full of people when he came and went, of course there would be some strange looks, and Xiang Qifei would also be disgusted when he encountered endless kisses on the subway.But Chi Yan lives outside the world, he would say, leave them alone, just watch me.

Ah Nao rented a rehearsal hall in Snake Cave, VIP 180 per hour, and half of the money was spent on paying for quarrels.After persuading and persuading Xiang Qifei and Li Xiaojiu together, they changed the rent to 45 an hour.It's not shabby, but the place is small.Ah Nao said that it was crowded, but he still liked the brick house in Shucun. It was going to be rebuilt at that time, and the surroundings were full of ruins. He could get inspiration by cycling around twice.

The guitarist is a temporary hire. Introduced by the second brother, he is studying at the Conservatory of Music. He played in England for more than a year before disbanding due to the split issue.This person's skills are good, but communication is extremely difficult. The bands he's been in in the past have a good image, and he sings a little freshness. A performance can sell more than [-] tickets, and the music festival can be scheduled for a good side stage. .Most of the music fans are female, and they are so young that a few fruits are praised endlessly, and their faces are full of your temples and my Buddha's big. It's not because you give money generously, it's not uncommon for you to come here to squander your youth.

Ah Nao once sent a WeChat message to Xiang Qifei in the middle of a certain night: If the performance is over, I won’t let you go! My mother’s surname is not Zhang!

Your surname is Zhang?I didn't know until Xiang Qifei was playing with his mobile phone in Wo Chiyan's arms at that moment, and he came back slowly.

The so-called crossing the river and encountering a ferry, to the fact that there is a documentary class this semester. When collecting materials for the end of the semester, I borrow equipment from the school in the name of the group, and run to the rehearsal room when I have free time. The money given by Ah Nao is used for travel expenses and food.He likes to watch the rehearsal, he thinks it's fun and fresh, how can a fight be so noisy?Awesome.

But more importantly, he was able to find a legitimate excuse to skip class to see Chi Yan.

Xiang Qifei could somewhat see that if Chi Yan wasn't here to accompany him, he probably didn't want to appear on similar occasions.In the same room with Li Xiaojiu and Ah, no wine or meat, no nonsense, surrounded by equipment, wires, sound-absorbing sponges, piles of pedals, talking about professionalism, what series and parallel connection, what full analog, what verses of our song at that time How did you adjust the tone?Does your guitar usually go into the vocal effects device?Can I add delay here?Ah Nao almost only listened to Chi Yan's suggestion, as if he would reorganize in a second.Chi Yan likes to stay by Xiang Qifei's side, talking about your own band, you can figure it out.

They all overlooked that under the same roof, there is still a conceited heart that is dissatisfied.

Chi Yan came back from smoking a cigarette, smelling all over his body. As soon as he entered the door, he put down the piano to Qifei, the guitarist who was about to be hired, and pointed the pick with his fingertips in the direction of Chi Yan, "I asked, what is he always doing here?" ?”

It is a long-standing grievance to speak out.The subtext is condescending for me to fucking help you, why call the ex-musician every day to disgust me?Look down on who?

Ah Naoai ignored the answer, bent down to find a cloth to wipe the piano from the grocery shelf, and didn't particularly care: "It's all my friend, what does it matter to you?"

Xiang Qifei touched his nose in embarrassment and looked at Chi Yan. The other party leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes.Chi Yan's eyelashes were long and her hair was dense, unlike Xiang Qifei's yellowish hair, which seemed malnourished at first glance.

Seeing that the predecessor didn't respond to this, and even thought he was naive, the guitarist felt bored, walked around the speaker, pushed the volume to the top, the feedback pierced into the skull, and strummed the strings in a vengeful manner.

Ah Naotuan smashed two pages of lyric scores: "Are you sick?"

"Your bass is so advanced, can you not insist on technical skills? It sounds dirty to me," the guitarist didn't hide, and took two steps away from the microphone to stop the howling. Have a good time and go to a concert, Zumao's band."

Chi Yan raised his eyelids and patted the right ear, which was buzzing, tinnitus as if it had been poured with water.

It is often said in the circle that you must know how to hit the bass and drums before joining the team, but it is useless in [-]% of the music.After all, the band is a collaboration, not a recognition of individual skills.Especially in the eyes of local music fans, most of them still believe that silk is not as good as bamboo, bamboo is not as good as meat, and meat is not as good as the lead singer's business.The business is divided into two genres, the northern faction steps on monitoring, and the southern faction talks about cross talk.It must be compared, cross talk is more popular, after all, there is no threshold, and those who step on the monitor have to look at their faces.If you want to show off your skills, I suggest you play instrumental music and metal, but when you're done, you find out, fuck, you really can't make any money at all.

The words are true, but I can't tell the truth. These are all the triggers of Ah Nao's fire, and they will explode at every point. Maybe it's because of Qin Zhimo's various things in the past, so he said directly: "You still receive money from me, you really can say anything speak?"

The guitarist snorted secretly, unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, took a sip, then glanced at Qi Fei ambiguously, picked up the original topic in a low voice and muttered: "Then this is Mr. Chi's friend? After that, will anyone dare to talk to Chi?" It’s a big deal for a teacher to make friends.”

The air froze for a second.

Before Xiang Qifei was angry, he was frightened and froze in place.A bright yellow double image flashed in front of his eyes, Chi Yan strode to hug Ah Nao's waist and lifted him up, but it was still too late.

"I fuck your mother—"

The bass that has been with her for many years hits the target, swings on the guitarist's head, and the surrounding microphones are knocked down one after another. noise.The bass came out and hit the wall, the fretboard was disconnected from the piano body, and only the two thickest strings were weakly connected, the paint surface was stained with blood, yellow and red, "Kill Bill".

A Naotan sat on the ground, her waist was held by Chi Yan, her chest rose and fell, and then she was discouraged: "Why is he so lingering—"

Chi Yan didn't answer, Kaa took her to stand up, let go and pushed the door: "...I will call first aid."

Li Xiaojiu got up from the drum stack to check the equipment, and handed the paper to the guitarist squatting in the corner.The man covered his head, his face was covered with blood, and he cursed endlessly from his bald mouth.Ah Nao threw a sentence "you fucking shut up" all over his face.Silence immediately.

Xiang Qifei followed out cautiously, thinking that Meng Zheliu's words must not be true.Leaning on the door frame to watch Chi Yan finish calling the ambulance, then light a new cigarette, he glanced sideways at himself, and subconsciously wanted to pinch him.

"No need," Xiang Qifei walked over, "you can smoke."

Chi Yan still put out the cigarette, "I'm sorry."

"I never told you to quit."

Chi Yan asked, "Are you tired from being with me?"

Xiang Qifei shook his head: "Happy."

Chi Yan's index finger rested on his heart: "You said it hurt deeply here."

"...I have said many good things too," Xiang Qifei grabbed Chi Yan's finger, "I also said that I like you, don't just remember this."

"I remember those too." Chi Yan hugged him, handing half of his weight to Xiang Qifei: "I remember them all."

With his arms wrapped around Chi Yan's back, Xiang Qifei recalled the night when they met again a few months ago.I think he remembers too much, maybe he should forget some, forget all the bad ones, keep the good ones, and keep me.