forgotten island

Nanqing has been playing the cello every day for the past few days, so the tuning speed is very fast, and it doesn't take as long as the first time.He took out the score written a few days ago from the drawer, and pulled it out again. Sure enough, if he listened to it again after a day, he would hear many strange things.

Nan Qing took the pen and changed several places on the original score, and then pulled it again before continuing to compose the next score with satisfaction.Once a person is immersed in the world he likes, time will pass quickly. After Nan Qing was with Zhang Chengyi, no, it should be that after establishing such a relationship with Zhang Chengyi, he hardly touched the piano again.

Now once this restriction is lifted, Nan Qing is almost immediately addicted, the strings on the cello become living plankton, which grabs Nan Qing's hand and binds Nan Qing and herself tightly.The manipulator and the controlled are covered together, whether it is mentally or physically, they are completely and perfectly combined.

Nan Qing was so immersed in the world of his own music that he didn't hear the doorbell downstairs at all.He didn't stop until the phone in his pocket rang. It was the kind of sudden stop. Nan Qing's hand holding the bow paused for a few seconds before taking out the phone. When he saw the name on it, He trembled subconsciously. After all, Nan Qing did this secretly. When he saw the word Zhang Chengyi, he was still startled.

Nan Qing: "Hello."

"Are not you at home?"

"Here I am."

"There's a man downstairs. Go and open the door. He's here to get something. He may not have eaten yet. Ask him if he wants to eat." In Nanqing's ear, but on the other side there was no sound.Nan Qing bit her lip lightly, stood up, and went downstairs.

The distance to the door is short, and the door stands there quietly, as usual

Nan Qing walked over and grabbed the doorknob. At this time, he didn't know that the person waiting outside would completely change his life, wake him up from his deep sleep, and personally shatter the illusion he had put together.

The door was opened, and the slanting sunlight sneaked in with a fluffy texture. Nan Qing raised his head, and the summer wind blew over, with the smell of the sun, lightly lifted the corner of Nan Qing's clothes, There is a person leaning against the pillar at the door, wearing a draped indigo shirt, with chestnut curly hair, his side face is warmed by the light, and there is a tattoo of a star on his earlobe, he should be aware of it When someone opened the door, he turned his head and looked over. The chewing gum in his mouth was blown into a huge bubble, and with the sound of the door opening, it burst with a "bang".

"Sorry, I didn't hear it just now." Nan Qing said.

The man stood up straight, and put the chewing gum sticking to his mouth back into his mouth: "Are you playing the violin?"

Nan Qing's face changed instantly, it could be said that he was terrified, he took a step back, only to realize that he had brought the bow with him when he came down.

The man looked Nan Qing up and down, with deep meaning in his eyes.

"I'm Ji Jing. What's your name?" Ji Jing said, he stepped forward a few steps, smiled, looked at Nan Nanqing's expression and asked, "Why are you nervous?"

Nan Qing clenched his hand suddenly: "I didn't."

Ji Jing looked at the person in front of him with great interest. He knew that Zhang Chengyi had hired many people, and he also knew that there were people living in Zhang Chengyi's house, but he didn't expect it to be such a top-quality one. To inquire about domestic affairs, he is unfamiliar with Nanqing.

"What's your name?" Ji Jing asked again.

Nan Qing didn't want to answer at first, but this person was specially called by Zhang Chengyi. He might be a good friend. Out of politeness, Nan Qing answered: "Nan Qing."

Ji Jing raised his eyebrows: "People are good-looking, and their names are good-looking."

Nan Qing ignored him, turned around and entered the house, Ji Jing followed closely, but when Nan Qing was about to go upstairs, he grabbed his wrist, Nan Qing instantly became vigilant, and he threw him away immediately without thinking hand.

Ji Jing raised his hands innocently: "You are walking too fast, I just want to ask, are you playing the cello?"

Now it was Nan Qing's turn to be stunned, he looked at Ji Jing with some surprise, he could tell that it was that kind of instrument just by looking at the bow.

"I have always found stringed instruments to be very difficult, so." Ji Jing looked at Nan Qing intently, "I have always admired people who play stringed instruments."

Nan Qing's gaze finally fell on Ji Jing: "It's the cello." He answered the previous question, "You know how to play musical instruments, don't you? Otherwise, it would be impossible to know what a bow is."

"Yes, a drum set." Ji Jing said.

Maybe they all play musical instruments, but Nan Qing's cold attitude softened a lot: "Drums, very cool." He replied politely.

"It's okay." Ji Jing was still chewing gum, "I'm going to get something, Zhang Chengyi should have told you."

Nan Qing: "Do you know where to put it?"

"I know, Zhang Chengyi can only keep my brother's things there." Ji Jing said as he walked upstairs, and then went directly to the study, Nan Qing followed.

"My family disagreed with my playing music and felt that I was not doing my job properly. I went abroad in a fit of anger. My family had no choice but to follow me. I came back recently, but I didn't want to go back, so I could only live in my brother's house." Ji Jing As if he was an acquaintance, he babbled about his own affairs, regardless of whether Nan Qing wanted to listen, he fiddled with Zhang Chengyi's drawer, took out a delicate wooden box from it, dialed the password, and Ji Jing put the The key was taken out from inside, and he closed it so fast that Nan Qing couldn't see what was inside.

Nan Qing vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he didn't ask, the weirdness in his heart was forcibly suppressed by him.

Ji Jing put the key in his pocket, and glanced at Nan Qing who was motionless: "What's wrong?"

Nan Qing came back to his senses: "It's nothing. Have you eaten yet?"

Ji Jing: "Huh?"

"have you eaten?"

"No."

"Do you want to stay and eat?"

Ji Jing: "Will it be inconvenient?"

Nan Qing shook his head: "Anyway, Mr. Zhang requested it. I didn't eat it either. Do you have any taboos?"

Hearing Zhang Chengyi's name, Ji Jing pursed his lips subtly. He saw Nan Qing's back turned in his eyes. After thinking about it, he couldn't understand why Zhang Chengyi left Nan Qing at home. Like his brother, there is not even the slightest similarity in facial features.

Ji Jing said, "No, just do something casually."

"Ok."

When Nan Qing was about to disappear at the door, Ji Jing followed quickly.Nan Qing didn't go downstairs immediately, but went to the bedroom. Ji Jing had nothing to do, so he simply followed behind. He leaned against the door frame and watched Nan Qing carefully arrange his cello.

Ji Jing: "Nanqing, if I'm not mistaken, just now downstairs, when I mentioned what you were doing. Are you nervous?"

Nan Qing's back froze for an instant, and his body stiffened visibly. After a few seconds, he continued to move his hands; "Can you not tell Mr. Zhang that I am playing the cello." Nan Qing's voice was a little soft, even The sound of the movements of his hands could overwhelm him.

"Why?" Ji Jing asked smoothly.

Nan Qing closed the piano case, and replied quite logically: "He doesn't like it."

Ji Jing stopped chewing gum: "Why should you care if others like something you like?"

Nan Qing stood up, picked up the piano box, and put it back: "You are Mr. Zhang's friend, so you should know the relationship between me and Mr. Zhang."

Ji Jing stopped talking.

"He will be angry, I don't want to make him unhappy." Nan Qing said seriously, "I'm going to cook."

Nan Qing bypassed Ji Jing and went downstairs.

Ji Jing stood at the door for a while, and then went downstairs. Nan Qing was cooking in the kitchen, and Ji Jing went to the living room to watch TV, but he was not in the mood to watch it.He spit out the gum in his mouth

, Leaning on the soft sofa cushions, it is impossible to see what Nan Qing is doing in the kitchen from this angle, but Ji Jing still looked in that direction.

There is one thing to say, Ji Jing was indeed amazed when he saw Nan Qing, both in appearance and temperament, he was very outstanding, especially when his slender fingers held the bow and looked over with a little out of focus eyes, that A hazy feeling of brokenness grasped him all at once.

Ji Jing frowned, a little confused, the way Nanqing treated his musical instruments upstairs just now, he didn't look like someone who could compromise his music for others, but he did say something about compromising again, he was very short of money ?Ji Jing withdrew his gaze and turned to the TV.

A boring old puppet show was playing on the TV, and I didn't know what it was playing.When Nanqing finished cooking and came out, Ji Jing was humming, his voice was very low, and his eyes were closed. Ji Jing's appearance was actually quite obedient, but it might be the addition of the tattoo on his earlobe, which made him look ugly. So well-behaved, but added a little anger.

"time to eat."

Ji Jing's singing stopped, and he opened his eyes: "Okay, I'm sorry."

The two came to the dining table. To be honest, they met for the first time and had to eat together. It was quite embarrassing for Nanqing, but Ji Jing didn't seem to think so. Maybe the reason why he was abroad all the time couldn't be seen in him. A little cautious, he stuffed a dish into his mouth very naturally, his eyes lit up a little: "It tastes good."

"Thank you." Nan Qing replied.

The two ate in silence for a while, Ji Jing looked at Nan Qing thoughtfully, and suddenly said, "Nan Qing, are you free tomorrow?"

Nan Qing: "Huh?"

"It's just that I have a band, and there will be an underground performance in a while. Apart from the band members, I don't know anyone else who understands music. I have to rehearse in the last few days. Can you come and listen?" Ji Jing drank Taking a sip of the soup, he raised his eyes and looked at Nan Qing sincerely.

Nan Qing never thought that Ji Jing would be so familiar, he wanted to refuse, because he was not familiar with him after all.

Seeing that Nan Qing hesitated to speak, Ji Jing continued: "There are guitarists, bass players, and lead singers. We play rock and roll. You probably haven't had much exposure to this kind of music. If someone who understands music, but People who haven’t had much exposure to rock and roll should give the best and most useful advice.”

"For the sake of being Zhang Chengyi's friend." Ji Jing looked at Nan Qing intently with his little Jiujiu in his arms.

Nan Qing moved his lips, he suddenly thought of Mo Shen: "I have a friend who also knows music, he plays the piano, I can..."

"Forget it. I was rude, sorry." Ji Jing interrupted him, "You may not understand this kind of music that is loud in the eyes of others, like you, you should be wearing a suit in the auditorium Let's play the second round dance." Ji Jing's expression was a little disappointed, he lowered his head and stopped eating, "Thank you, I'm full, and the food you cooked is delicious." After speaking, he stood up and moved the chair back a few inches.

Nan Qing: "I don't mean that, I respect all music no matter what genre it is."

Ji Jing had no intention of leaving, and just stood there waiting for Nan Qing to finish speaking.

"I'm just not used to getting to know strangers again." Nan Qing paused, "Can I bring my friend with me? He just returned to China, so it might be helpful to you."

Ji Jing sat back again: "Of course, I will come to you tomorrow afternoon."

Nan Qing watched Ji Jing sit down, and watched him start eating again with a look of disbelief.

Nan Qing: "No, just tell me the address."

Ji Jing smiled: "No problem."