Overtone

The snow has been falling, and even has a tendency to get bigger and bigger.

Qi Ye looked out from the car window: "I've only been out for two weeks, and I can't get used to it when I come back."

"There will be heavy snow this week." Xiao Cheng turned on the turn signal to change lanes, "Maybe the airport will be temporarily closed, so I don't know if the flight will be affected."

"Flight?" Qi Ye keenly captured this information.

Xiao Cheng made a "hmm" sound, and then said: "I just received the notice that I will go to New York for a business trip next Wednesday."

"To Manhattan?"

"Ah."

"That's it." Qi Ye was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

For some reason, I seem to be a little lost, like the sequelae of the last time we parted before New Year's Day.When we arrived at the bungalow, Xiao Cheng suddenly asked, "Will you go to the bar these two days?"

Qi Ye smiled: "If you don't go again, you will probably be hunted down by the boss."

Xiao Cheng just laughed when he heard it. He glanced at the car screen, raised his hand after a few seconds, and turned off the news broadcast.

Just then, Qi Ye's cell phone rang.

It's a very crisp ringtone.

"I forgot to call back." Qi Ye glanced at Xiao Cheng and shrugged helplessly, "When my mother was hospitalized, she was afraid of missing the news, so she turned her voice louder."

When Xiao Cheng heard it, he smiled: "It's pretty good."

"what?"

"I'm not afraid that I won't find you in the future."

Seeing Qi Ye stunned, Xiao Cheng said again: "I'm just kidding."

He tapped the car screen a few times with his fingertips, and in an instant, a burst of melodious, slowly singing music replaced the radio in an instant.

Queuna Palomatriste (A Sad Dove)

Muydemananalevaacantar (always singing at dawn)

Alacasitasola (around the lonely house)

Consuspuertitasdeparenpar (and the open doors)

……

It's still snowing outside.

After saying goodbye to Xiao Cheng, Qi Ye groped into the bungalow in the dark.

A few days before he left, the voice-activated lights in the corridor were not working well, they were always flickering on and off.

He glanced at the dark corridor, and after a few seconds, he turned on the flashlight that came with his phone.

At this moment, he saw a familiar name on the pushed news, as if he had seen it somewhere.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Qi Ye suddenly came to his senses.

Sijia Zhou?

With a little curiosity, he didn't enter the door in a hurry, but clicked on the news feed——

"Recently, well-known musician and guitarist Zhou Sijia's tour in the UK has been a complete success, and he is about to start a tour of the East Coast of the United States. It is expected to make his American debut in New York next Tuesday..."

He could recognize every word, but each word couldn't be connected into a sentence in Qi Ye's head.

Even though I just glanced at it, it didn't seem to have much effect, but for some reason, the key couldn't be inserted into the keyhole.

He turned off the screen a little upset, trying to calm down.The snowdrops outside the house banged on the iron window, Qi Ye tried the key several times, and with a click, the door finally opened.

There was a mess in front of my eyes.

The window in the room opened a crack at this time, and the music scores were scattered all over the floor, rattling.

Qi Ye was stunned for a few seconds, as if he suddenly remembered something, he ran straight to the window sill.

I saw that rose fell on the ground, the flower stem seemed to be run over by something, and it was broken into several pieces, and the petals were scattered on the broken glass...

By the time everything was settled, it was almost midnight.

Qi Ye changed the window lock again.

Just when he picked up the fragments of the vase, he saw the black paw prints on the window sill, so he secretly speculated that maybe a wild cat sneaked in and made a mess here.

In many cases, things do not have omens, but more often, there are hidden undercurrents.

Qi Ye knew that roses could not be in full bloom all the time, maybe just like certain emotions, they slipped away if they couldn't grasp them.

But he didn't want to see such an ending.

After rummaging through bookshelves for a while, Qi Ye found an empty photo frame and glass plate, planning to make them into specimens and keep them forever, as if he could deceive himself and keep all his emotions.

After putting the required materials on the table, he made a phone call.

"Brother, why are you calling me now?" Zhou Qun yelled on the phone, "It's the middle of the night, if you don't sleep, I still have to sleep."

"Sorry." Qi Ye sat in front of the desk, holding a glass plate and flower petals in his hands, "I just wanted to ask something about Zhou Sijia."

"This matter." Zhou Qun said, "Didn't I tell you this afternoon?"

Qi Ye's eyes fell on those petals dyed into a rainbow, as if he didn't hear Zhou Qun's words, he said after a while, "Oh yes, then I'll die."

"Hey, wait a minute."

"what happened?"

"Brother, you are not quite right." Zhou Qun said, "Why are you so serious?"

Qi Ye smiled: "It's nothing."

"Really?"

"I just wanted to ask her about it, but I remembered what you told me this afternoon."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Ye leaned on the leather seat and lit a cigarette.The smoke was thick and dense, and he put his hands together, but found that he couldn't get it out, so he closed his eyes, so he simply couldn't see it.

In fact, he knows this.

Even though he was bluffing normally and seemed very nervous, most of the time Qi Ye knew it in his heart.

——This is a sense of uncertainty since getting along.

Adult love is not simply saying "I love you" and being together.This is a multi-faceted consideration. After all, I am getting older, so I can't toss for too long.

It is the default law among men to chase after the upper eye.

It's just that it's all up to now, and Qi Ye can't figure out what is——

Professor Xiao, what is he worried about?

I have expressed my intentions before, and put it clearly on the bright side, it seems that those few words are missing.

To be honest, the word fiancee doesn't seem to matter much, but how can I say it, it seems that looking at it now, the lethality is quite large, and it can even make him hide in bed and escape from the world for several days.

Qi Ye lit another cigarette.

This afternoon I still felt like I was holding on to that star, but now that I think about it, it might not be the case.

The frost and mist outside the window first reflected his reflection.

Pale, thin, and messy even with curly hair, he is quite suitable for playing a zombie in his true colors.

Qi Ye didn't know how he fell asleep, and when he woke up the next afternoon, he saw the sunlight hitting the specimen made last night.

Because the petals were not complete, he had to stitch them together for a long time yesterday before he could barely make them into the shape of a star.

At this time, the petals were lying quietly on the table, filled with warmth from the sun.

Qi Ye stared at it for a long time.

Then he stood up and gently placed the photo frame flat on the top of the bookshelf.

After struggling for a long time without eating anything, Qi Ye stared at Xiao Cheng's contact information on the phone screen, and finally planned to make a call to ask.

The moment the number was dialed, Qi Ye's heart beat fast, he didn't dare to look at it and put it to his ear, only to hear a crisp "beep".

The phone was forcibly hung up.

For some reason, Qi Ye breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had let go of all his psychological burdens, and then felt a little empty again.

If he really got through, he still doesn't know what to ask.

Get straight to the point - just say I like you, accept?

Not to mention, it's weird.

Or on the sidelines, do you have a fiancée?

It seems... It's very similar to the non-disclosure behaviors he did before, and there is no way to get an answer.

In this way, the afternoon passed in a daze, and it was not until evening that Xiao Cheng's call came. At that time, Qi Ye was in Starbucks, and was suddenly startled by the ringing of the phone.

Glancing at the Americano on the table, Qi Ye answered the phone, and before he could speak, he heard Xiao Cheng's voice: "Sorry."

Qi Ye was taken aback: "Why did you suddenly apologize?"

"It's nothing." The phone was very noisy, and it seemed that the signal was not very good, but Xiao Cheng heard what Qi Ye said: "I'm in Manhattan now."

As soon as these words came out, Qi Ye opened his mouth, but did not speak.

However, the adults were only surprised for a moment, Qi Ye smiled: "Why did you go so early?"

"The orchestra arranged it temporarily." Xiao Cheng said, "I was in a hurry last night in the middle of the night, so I didn't call you."

Perhaps because he felt something, Xiao Cheng asked tentatively: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Qi Ye said, "You have a time difference of twelve hours."

Xiao Cheng: "Yes."

The words seem to be almost here.

Across the Pacific Ocean, the distance is quite far.

Qi Ye was silent for a while: "Then I'll hang up, Professor Xiao, you should rest well."

Pressing the red button lightly, he took a sip of the iced Americano, as if he was holding wine instead of coffee.

Not to mention, it is really bitter and astringent.

But for some reason, when Ben ordered the cashier, he changed the Frappuccino.

For several days afterward, Qi Ye would bring a glass of American style to the bar, but instead of drinking it, he bought it and put it at the orchestra pit.

The days passed in a blink of an eye.

Qi Ye gradually returned to his normal routine, occasionally giving guitar lessons to Xiao Jing in the morning, and then sang in the bar until the early morning after get off work.

It may be that Xiao Cheng is too busy, or that Qi Ye is deliberately avoiding it, and the frequency of communication between the two has returned to the old days.

Those days of meeting, getting along, and parting are like a few yellowed papers in a photo album, just silently sealed in dust.

But every time in the dead of night, when Qi Ye was alone, he still recalled bits and pieces of the past.

Light a cigarette and do nothing but stare at rose petals.

And the smoke also changed from the light double burst to the Marlboro smoked by Xiao Cheng, and even the more he smoked, the more he smoked, it seemed that it was not enough.

Another night.

The sky was overcast, there was no snow, but there were no stars to be seen.

Xiao Cheng leaned against the French window of the hotel, as if thinking about something.

He looked at the night scene of New York outside. It was obviously bright and gorgeous, but his eyes were dark and dull. After a long while, he shook the soot.

At this time, the phone was vibrating on one side, he glanced at it, and answered the call.

"Why didn't you even answer the phone?" Xiao Jing's voice came from the phone, "It's so worrying."

"Sorry, sister." Xiao Cheng said, "I've been a little busy recently."

"You always say you are busy, and you never tell anyone else except me." Xiao Jing sighed distressedly, "Just like the room full of guitars, parents thought you prepared it for Miss Zhou. Yes, I have been happy for a long time."

Xiao Cheng didn't speak, just smoked quietly.

The lights of the Empire State Building in the distance outlined his thin back, and he was smoking and twisting cigarettes without saying a word.

"It's not that you don't know what your parents mean." Xiao Jing said, "Everyone knows that Miss Zhou came to New York, but you haven't met her once. I should go see her..."

"Understood, sister." Xiao Cheng interrupted her, "I will take care of it."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Suddenly, Xiao Jing said: "That crushed ice blue rose bloomed."

"Ah."

"It's been up to now, and you still refuse to tell me why you want to grow this rose?" Xiao Jing said, "Every time the flower withers, I will send another one to me. If this continues, the blue roses in the entire city A will be destroyed. You're out of stock."

Xiao Cheng didn't answer her immediately, but set his eyes on the guitar brooch by the table.

After a while, he smiled lightly, his eyes softened: "I just... don't want it to wither."

The author says:

Give them a little time to grow, and they will come back sweet.

The lyrics are quoted in the article: QueunaPalomatriste/Muydemananalevaacantar/Alacasitasola/Consuspuertitasdeparenpar——"CucurrrucucuPaloma" This should be in v soon, thank you for your support all the time, okay~