Overtone

City A at night is full of feasting lights.

Qi Ye leaned on the balcony of a low-rise bungalow and lit a cigarette. Maybe the dense smoke was a bit spicy, which made him squint his eyes slightly.

A text message from his buddy Zhou Qun popped up on the phone, and Qi Ye unlocked it with his fingerprint with a cigarette in his mouth.

-Zhou: Brother Qi, are you free tonight?The brothers in the theater were going to drink after work.

-Qi: Sorry, I'm not available.

-Zhou: It's rare for you to say that you don't have time, so hurry up to go on a date?

-Qi: Do you think I look like someone with a date?

- Zhou: Not like that.

bad friend.Qi Ye cursed secretly, he looked at the phone for a few seconds, and typed again.

-Qi: By the way, do you have any music shop recommendations for the band in your theater?

-Zhou: Piano business?I'll ask.

After staring at the mobile phone chat page for 5 minutes, the bad friend never replied to him again.Qi Ye casually stuffed his phone into his pocket, smoked his cigarette, and walked downstairs.

In the middle of the night, it is the most lively place.

bar.

Qi Ye is the resident singer at the bar and came two years ago.

This is the kangaroo bar hidden in the alley. The location is a bit remote, and the small site has two floors.But because the boss is honest and the wine is authentic, there are still many repeat customers.

Next to the bar is a dedicated orchestra pit for him.

Qi Ye usually sits there at night, holding a wooden guitar by himself, and singing into the buzzing microphone.

"Are you back?" The boss shook his mixing glass and looked up at Qi Ye.

Qi Ye said "Yes" and walked to the orchestra pit.

"It's okay to smoke less." The boss put down the glass and poured him a glass of warm water. "I don't know your business, but I still know that smoking hurts my throat. If you go out to become a singer in the future, don't waste it."

When Qi Ye heard this, he smiled, "I won't go out to be a singer, it's fine here."

A few years ago, he graduated from the Conservatory of Music. He was in his 20s. The young man impulsively wanted to break into the entertainment industry.

As a result, I drifted north for more than five years without any results.

The draft brokerage company ran a lot, but there was no result.Finally, I found this kangaroo bar in the third ring road. The business is good, and some people are willing to listen to him sing.

In fact, it is enough.

At least I can support myself.

The man sitting on the sofa seat opposite tonight looked about thirty, wearing a pair of silver thin-rimmed glasses, he looked gentle and mature.Probably just after the performance, he was dressed in a dovetail suit, and there was a black violin case on the sofa next to him.

At first glance, they are not from the same world.

"Come here to listen to music? Order over there." Qi Ye plucked his guitar and raised his chin towards the bartender.I have been a resident singer for several years, and I have never seen all kinds of guests. This kind of gentle appearance is probably just a new play.

The man glanced at him, his thin and beautiful lips were pursed into a straight line, and he didn't speak.

Qi Ye looked at him and smiled: "It's rare that there are not many people in the bar, and they won't be able to order if they don't order now."

After the politeness, he didn't look at the man in front of him any more, and lowered his head to continue tuning the guitar.

One or two greetings are enough, no more.

But I don't know why, maybe there are not many customers in the bar today, he is playing and singing, and he can't help but stare at the man in front of him from the corner of his eye.

"Xiao Qi, this is for you."

When it was time to close, the bar owner pushed forward a glass of orange and yellow cocktail, "Xiao Chen made the last tequila sunrise before he got off work, let's see the taste."

Qi Ye was slightly taken aback: "For me?"

The boss glanced at him and nodded.

"When did you give wine so generously?"

"It's not a gift, do you think I will be so generous?" The boss said self-destructively, pointing to the empty sofa seat over there, "That customer ordered it for you."

Qi Ye looked at the colorful cocktail decorated with cherries in front of him, suddenly smiled, and drank it all in one gulp.

Tequila Sunrise.

A little sunshine on the barren plains of Mexico.

Qi Ye suddenly felt a little dizzy from strong alcohol. He was sitting on the bar with his guitar on his back, his long and narrow eyes clouded with moisture, and his slender, white hands casually flipped through the guitar score.

Maybe it was really alcohol, and Qi Ye couldn't hear what the boss said next, but he could figure it out if he guessed, it was nothing more than talking nonsense with him about his wife and children.

However, at his age, according to the words of the older generation, he was so embarrassing that he should find a partner to live with.

Qi Ye put his elbows on the guitar score, squinted his eyes and said suddenly: "I'm not looking for a partner."

The boss was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

"No one asked you to find a partner." He paused, sighed and said, "If you can't drink, don't drink. You're still bored, and it's not some lover who pours you wine."

"Lover..." Qi Ye continued to narrow his eyes, stroked his chin and asked, "Boss, find me one?"

The boss looked at him, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket after a while: "Help you call a taxi, be careful when you go home."

Qi Ye suddenly curled his lips, and smiled at the boss again: "I don't want to go back, I want to find a one-night stand."

The boss shook his head: "You must be drunk, this wine looks okay, it has great stamina."

Qi Ye pinched the bridge of his nose, neither denying nor affirming.

In fact, he himself felt quite sober.

But it may be that he is usually too sober, so relying on the strength of alcohol, he can say all the nonsense that he can't usually say.

Anyway, others only think you are talking crazy after drinking, and there will be no consequences.

The next day, Qi Ye arrived at the bar at [-]:[-] p.m. as before, probably because he was hungover last night and had a headache.

Qi Ye took out the phone screen, 19:30.

The man came at about this time last time.

"Who are you waiting for?" Xiao Chen asked him while wiping his wine glass.

"No one." Qi Ye stuffed his phone back into his trouser pocket, took off his coat and put it on the bar chair, revealing his thin arms.

The location of the tattoo is very eye-catching. Qinglong snakes from the upper arm to the elbow, which fits well with his usual image of wearing black earrings and a short braid.

After all, those who are engaged in music should not be too delicate or too rough.

"Here?" Hearing the bell at the door, Qi Ye looked up at the man, only to find that he had changed into a white shirt today.

One button on the neckline was undone, exposing the collarbone, and the shirt he wore was slightly tighter, outlining smooth and beautiful muscle lines.

"Thank you for the tequila sunrise last time." Qi Ye said, throwing the guitar shop on the iron frame to the glass coffee table on the sofa table, "Order a song inside, and I will treat you."

The man looked at him, and after a while, he said, "No, you can sing any song." His voice was low, a little magnetic, with a mellow texture of spirits.

Qi Ye smiled, this person is quite interesting.

"My name is Qi Ye."

If you look pleasing to the eye, you'll know him, and it's fine to introduce yourself.

The man nodded to him, sat down with his hands folded to cover his face, and said nothing more.

It didn't matter to Qi Ye that he didn't get the expected response, he held an acoustic guitar and slowly adjusted the height of the mic.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to sing Chengdu.

Qi Ye's voice was the same as his image, with a slightly hoarse smoky voice, very much like a wild wolf who was used to wandering on the plains, free and unrestrained, but with some unknown vicissitudes.

There is always something hidden behind a person's singing, and so does he.

The man today is different from yesterday. He closed his eyes, as if he was intoxicated or admiring. His long, bony fingers tapped on the coffee table, following the rhythm.

When the bar was about to close, the man suddenly said, "Drink? I'll treat you tonight."

Qi Ye paused when he put his guitar away. He was a little tired at first, but he agreed after hearing this.

He smiled: "If you dare to invite, I will accompany you."

The man ordered a non-alcoholic grave tomb.

"I can't tell, you order wine with this name by yourself." Qi Ye was a little amused, and joked, "Could it be that you are frustrated in love? That's why you ordered the tomb of love?"

"What do you drink?" The man handed him the wine list, "Order a drink."

Qi Ye pushed the wine list and waved his hand to signal no need.He put the guitar on the bar and smiled: "Don't choose, just like you, let's have a special tune."

The special tomb does not use Baileys, but mixes vodka and gin and tonic directly. The alcohol content is extremely high, and it is the wine of the kangaroo bar.

Under the worried gaze of the boss, Qi Ye was sitting at the bar drinking wine.The strong wine entered his throat, and it was still a little spicy, and his face became hot before he knew it, so he touched the earrings, squinted and asked the man sitting beside him.

"Should you tell me your name this time?"

"Xiao Cheng." The man probably answered simply because of the atmosphere.

"Where's your violin?" Qi Ye glanced behind him, "Didn't you bring it today?"

"There is no show today."

"Performing?" Qi Ye thought for a while and then understood.

"So it's a violinist..." He propped his hands on the stage and turned the bar chair, and suddenly approached and said, "It's an elegant art, isn't it?"

As soon as he got closer to Xiao Cheng, Qi Ye smelled his cologne, which was lightly musky with middle and base notes of cedar and tangerine.

Ascetic yet inexplicably alluring.

It's a good match for him.

Thinking about it, Qi Ye whispered next to his ear, "It would be nice to have a violinist with a guitarist."

Anyway, it's okay to use the strength of wine to talk coquettishly, just for fun.

Hearing these words, Xiao Cheng paused for a moment with his hand rubbing the wine glass, and suddenly turned his face away.

The distance between them drew very close, their noses were facing each other, and their warm breath was blowing on their faces, making Qi Ye a little dazed.

Probably the alcohol paralyzed the nerves, a little dizzy and a little hot.

Xiao Cheng's eyes are very beautiful, black like obsidian, with long tails, giving him a breathtaking feeling.He looked at Qi Ye slightly pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "It's so easy to get drunk, and I still have to drink."

Qi Ye smirked at him: "I like it."

This sentence came out unexpectedly smoothly, but because of the lack of a subject, it was a little ambiguous.

In this atmosphere, Qi Ye felt that he could show off again, but the phone on the stage vibrated suddenly.He glanced sideways at the screen, it was the call from the bad friend.

"I'm going to answer the phone." Qi Ye pushed off the bar chair with his long legs, and he shook the drink list at Xiao Chen, "This bill is on my head."

The night wind brought a chill, and after Qi Ye left the door, he was sobered up from his drunkenness.

"Hello, Zhou Qun." Qi Ye answered the phone and complained slightly, "Why are you calling me at this time?"

The author says:

Thanks for reading.

Qi Ye is the subject, this is the love between the violin and the guitar.