What kind of bad thoughts can the monitor have?

Tan Jingyang was stunned for a while, and some didn't quite react.Seeing that the other party didn't move, Ji Zhun shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Forget it." After speaking, he turned and left.

But just before he took half a step, a powerful force behind him directly dragged him into a scorching embrace.The other party's breath sprayed on the neck, all the way up the earlobe.The hand wrapped around Ji Zhun's waist pressed him against his body, so that it could fit even tighter.

Ji Zhun felt his body go numb, and the hug, which was intended to be comforting, was frozen in such a posture in this small and cramped kitchen, with an indescribable sense of ambiguity.

There was a burst of rain outside the house, mixed with the occasional muffled thunder.Ji Zhun tried to get out of the hot embrace, but he was also concerned about the injured hand on his waist.

"Cough, Brother Yang..." Ji Zhun cleared his throat, and found that his own voice was also a little strange at the moment.He reached out and patted the back of Tan Jingyang's hand twice, and said with a smile, "It's almost done, right?"

"Hold for a while."

Tan Jingyang closed her eyes, and took a deep breath while lying in Jizhun's shoulder, his usual gentle tone became strong and stubborn because of her greed.

Of course he knew that Ji Zhun was trying to comfort him, but how could the hug that was so hard to get, so openly and aboveboard, end so easily and briefly?

So the two of them kept this posture and stood in the kitchen for an unknown how long, until the kettle boiling water on the stove suddenly made a sharp whistle, and then Tan Jingyang gradually loosened the hand that was fettering the other party unwillingly. , his eyes were still dark.

Ji Zhun, who escaped from Tan Jingyang's arms, hurriedly lowered his eyebrows and slipped out of the kitchen, feeling that the neck that had been penetrated by Tan Jingyang's breath was still numb until now.

While turning on the computer to output the pieces before twelve o'clock, he raised his hand from time to time and rubbed his neck twice until the skin turned red.

Watching the rendering progress bar fill up bit by bit, Ji Zhun lit a cigarette and smoked to suppress the restlessness in his chest.Finally, one second before midnight, this video was sent to Tan Jingyang's mobile phone on time.

At this time, Tan Jingyang was still in the kitchen, staring at the pot of boiling water in a daze, only feeling that the wet and cold rainwater on his hair was also boiled by the heat from his body.

The phone next to him vibrated suddenly, and he withdrew his thoughts and turned on the screen.It is a video sent by Ji Zhun.

Tan Jingyang felt that his hand holding the phone was trembling slightly, and he stopped when he wanted to click on the video several times.After repeating this many times, he pressed play with an almost religious attitude.

The acoustic guitar played a familiar melody, which was the song "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter".

Listening to the man's lazy and gentle singing voice from the phone, even through the screen, Tan Jingyang could still imagine the man holding the guitar with half-closed eyes, curled up barefoot on the beanbag sofa scattered by the sun .

Every frame in the video is carefully selected, some of which he knows when they were taken, and some of which he doesn't.

From the falling snowflakes to the school roof shrouded in the afterglow, from the winter misty Tianshui Street in the early morning to the old equipment room in the afternoon, Tan Jingyang knew for the first time that this was herself in Jizhun's eyes.

The last scene is on the way to Meicheng, he holds the lollipop he snatched from Jizhun's mouth and turns his head to look at the sparse lights that are rapidly receding outside the car window, with a triumphant smile in his eyes.Tan Jingyang has never discovered before that she can also have light in her eyes.

He watched this video over and over again for countless times. The first few times his mind was still in chaos. It was clearly himself in the picture, but what appeared in front of him was Ji Zhun's appearance.Later, when I slowly regained my sanity, I realized that Ji Zhun actually has a good audio-visual aesthetic.He has studied art, so he knows some color and composition. Although this video was only shot with a mobile phone, it looks very mature from camera movement to screen design.

"I said, can you hide in bed in the middle of the night and watch secretly by yourself?"

Ji Zhun stood at the door of the kitchen again at some point, touched his nose uncomfortably and said, "It's been played on repeat countless times, and I'm digging my toes in the ground while listening to it outside."

"Sounds good." Tan Jingyang looked at Jizhun, pursed his lips into a deep arc, "Thank you, Jizhun."

"Cough, um." Jizhun licked the corner of his mouth and said in a hurry, "Happy birthday."

"I'll post it to Moments later."

"Ah?!" Ji Zhun was startled, and hurriedly said, "Then wait until I change the background music for you first!"

"Oh." Tan Jingyang laughed lowly, and said slowly, "I'm kidding you."

He was reluctant to send the song Ji Zhun sent him to other people, it belonged to him alone.

The rain is still falling, gathering in the gutter in the corner outside the house, and flowing towards the pond down the slope.A house not far away planted a wintersweet tree. After being soaked by rain, it released a faintly scented fragrance, which floated in through the gaps in the windows.

After simply scrubbing with hot water, Ji Zhun changed into dry clothes and wandered aimlessly in the small room.The door of the side sleeper was ajar, revealing soft light from inside.

Tan Jingyang was leaning against Tan Le's small bed, wearing glasses, concentrating on flipping through an old yellowed book, which he found casually from his father's bookcase.

"Is Xiao Le asleep?" Ji Zhun tiptoed through the door and asked Tan Jingyang in a low voice.

Tan Jingyang looked away from the book, glanced at Tan Le and nodded, "I just fell asleep."

He closed the book and helped Tan Le pull up the corner of the quilt, then carefully got up from the bed, turned off the lamp, walked out of the side bed with Ji Zhun, and closed the door.

"Why don't I sleep in the hut, and you and Xiao Le go to the master bedroom." Ji Zhun raised his head and said to Tan Jing, "There is thunder outside, so don't scare him in the middle of the night."

"Forget it, it was hard to coax him to sleep, and it will take a long time to wake him up and move him." Tan Jingyang took off his glasses and rubbed the center of his brows.

"Oh, yes."

When the two returned to the master bedroom, Tan Jingyang took out a thick quilt from the cabinet and put it on.To tell you the truth, the quilt was a bit damp, and it didn't keep warm after being covered with cold ice for a long time, but fortunately, it smelled clean.

Tan Jingyang turned on the desk lamp, leaned on the back of the bed with one hand behind his head, and moved his eyes to the old-fashioned tape recorder covered with velvet on the opposite table.Memories are like tides, gradually emerging again...

Ji Zhun just turned over at this moment, was slightly startled after meeting Tan Jingyang's distant gaze, and then followed him to look at the tape recorder.

"I just took a peek while you were in the hut." Jizhun raised his body, winked at Tan Jingyang and said, "Isn't it the original Hitachi? I used to have one at home, and now it can sell for more than 1 yuan at least." Woolen cloth."

"Yeah." Tan Jingyang came back to his senses and smiled lightly, "My dad bought it in Guangzhou before, saying that my mom couldn't walk when she saw it at the time. In the end, it took him several months of wages to bring it back."

"Do you have a tape at home, can you still use it if you try it?" Jizhun said as he was about to get out of bed, but was held down by Tan Jingyang.

"It's too cold, you stay on the bed." After Tan Jingyang finished speaking, she lifted the quilt and walked to the table, and gently opened the drawer.With the help of the weak light, I saw that there were many tapes neatly placed inside, and they were labeled by category.

Tan Jingyang's fingertips swept over the tapes one by one, paused suddenly on one of them, and then pulled it out.The black cassette cover has white typography, which has faded after repeated use.

"Simon and Garfunkel? Well, it sounds good." Ji Zhun's laughing voice came from next to his ear.

Tan Jingyang froze, then frowned and blamed: "Didn't I tell you to wait for me on the bed?"

"...?"

Ji Zhun's face turned red, and he couldn't help turning his gaze to the side.

Tan Jingyang swore that he never had any bad intentions of puns when he said this, but seeing Jizhun's appearance, he quickly realized it.With a movement of the index finger holding the tape, he also swallowed in embarrassment, and quickly bent down to put the tape into the card slot as if covering up, and fiddled with himself.

"It seems to be broken." He fiddled with the buttons on the recorder one after another, and finally shook his head.

"Let me take a look." Ji Zhun asked Tan Jingyang to move the place for him, turned on the tape recorder again, and murmured to the card slot with his mobile phone, "It seems that dust has accumulated, but now the lights are dark, so we have to wait until tomorrow. "

He sighed, put the velvet cloth back on, and turned to look at Tan Jingyang: "It's gone, go to sleep."

The two returned to the bed, and Tan Jingyang found that the sadness that had been in his heart before had been diluted a lot by the tossing just now.He turned off the lamp and lay down.

"Simon and Garfunkel sang a very classic song, which was used in many movies later, called "The Sound of Silence", have you heard it?" Ji Zhun's eyes were shining brightly in the night, and he was still talking happily Tan Jingyang said in his ear.

"I have." Tan Jingyang replied in a low voice.

Ji Zhun turned over and lay on his back, the corners of his lips raised slightly:

"Hmph, listen, your voice is absolutely beautiful."

The surroundings were quiet for a short while, just when Ji Zhun thought Tan Jingyang was shy, and was about to turn his head to urge and tease a few more words, a very light and shallow whistle suddenly came from his ears.

It is indeed the song "The Sound of Silence".

Telling you to hum a song or whistle, you are obviously cheating...

Ji Zhun closed his eyes, but he didn't make a sound to interrupt, and his hands under the quilt followed the floor and beat the beat.

After Tan Jingyang blew to a new section, he joined in in the same way.

The sound of the two whistles slowly echoed in the old house, accompanied by the damp breath and the aroma of wintersweet, blending into the wind and rain tonight...

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感谢在2021-10-2220:45:47~2021-10-2315:48:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: oleander essence, 1 deer encounter;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!