What are you looking at, why don't you sleep with me?

Jiang Quanxi's home has two floors, the second floor is semi-open, and a dark piano stands in the corner of the living room.The top cover of the piano has been lifted up by sticks, revealing the complicated structure of the keys inside, and the keyboard cover has also been lifted. The black and white keyboards lie quietly in the brilliant white light, and the newly opened sheet music is on the music table.

The score has been deleted, deleted, modified, and half of the pencil has been used up.

It seems that Jiang Quanxi is really preparing a new song at home.

Zhou Ye looked Jiang Quanxi up and down, thinking that this guy is very serious about what he likes.

But——Zhou Ye looked at his sofa again, and the worn shirts were thrown on the back of the sofa, and the used tissues and random magazines were randomly placed on the low glass table.

The broken sweeping robot that I complained to him on the phone bumped into the sofa one after another, and it didn't seem to be running out of electricity. This kind of undying spirit until Nanshan will not stop for a while.

"Cough." Jiang Quanxi cleared his throat, took a step forward, put the things in his hands on the table, hurriedly stuffed all the sundries that he hadn't had time to tidy up into the belly of the table, and defended with his mouth:

"I didn't live at home for the past two weeks, so I didn't ask my aunt to come. It's a bit messy. However, bachelor's residences are like this. You can sit where you want."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Quanxi suddenly thought of Zhou Ye's home. Although they were both bachelors, but——

"Except for you! To be honest, do you have a cleanliness?"

Zhou Ye didn't want to pay attention to him. He walked over, checked his robot vacuum cleaner, reached out his hand on the button, and pressed it twice, and the robot vacuum cleaner in fury instantly became obedient.The constant pounding sound disappeared, Jiang Quanxi was taken aback, quietly stretched her head over the sofa, and looked at Zhou Ye.

Zhou Ye and the sweeping robot looked at him together, and Jiang Quanxi looked back innocently, but when he saw Zhou Ye wrote "Have you graduated from primary school?" in one eye, and "Jiang Quanxi, is this the first time you use a Appliances," Jiang Quanxi was furious.

"Damn it, it really broke down in the morning! What kind of eyes are you looking at!" Jiang Quanxi questioned.

Zhou Ye stood up and comforted him with a very good temper: "It's okay, I understand."

you know?What do you know?Jiang Quanxi felt that he was justified and couldn't explain clearly.But who is Jiang Quanxi? In terms of speaking, he has never been afraid of anyone.

"Really, I got up in the morning and turned on the switch, and it was like this. It kept bumping into my legs. It was like a headless chicken if it didn't bump into my legs. It kept bumping into the furniture and almost fell down the stairs. Well, I was saved by it..."

Zhou Ye was unrequitedly sitting in the corner of the sofa that Jiang Quanxi had tidied up. After watching Jiang Quanxi eating while talking, finishing a matcha cake, and trying to covet the oolong tea in his hand, Zhou Ye finally couldn't bear it anymore and pointed at the piano with his finger road:

"Isn't there a new song to listen to? It's almost twelve o'clock."

It's twelve o'clock, brother, hurry up and play it, and we'll discuss how to solve it after lunch.

"Oh. Then let's go!" Jiang Quanxi stood up enthusiastically, and dragged Zhou Ye to the piano. Jiang Quanxi smiled and sat on the seat, with his feet on the pedals. Black and white keyboard.

At this time, the sunlight was projected/shot/into the white curtains, and strands of golden light fell on Jiang Quanxi's hair and eyelashes, making Jiang Quanxi's eyes shine brightly, and Zhou Ye's eyes blinked slowly, Only then looked away.

After listening to a song, Zhou Ye applauded, and Jiang Quanxi jumped up and asked him, "Does it sound good? Does it sound good?"

Zhou Ye thinks it sounds good. His music taste is very vulgar, and he follows the trend at most. He has listened to one or two well-known classical music. As for popular music, his appreciation level has always followed the trend of the masses, and he listens to what songs are popular.

"It sounds good. What's your name?" Zhou Ye asked.

"The End of the World"

"Isn't it a love song?" Zhou Ye didn't understand, the world of musicians is really hard to understand.

Jiang Quanxi smiled and sat back on his seat. This time he sang the lyrics to Zhou Ye while playing.

If you are an ordinary fan, if you play and sing to Jiang Quanxi, or play exclusively, you will almost pass out.

However, Zhou Ye learned his lesson this time. He leaned on the piano stand and listened to Jiang Quanxi's song sideways.

Sure enough, after expelling Jiang Quanxi's big killer with his face, Zhou Ye listened to it again with the lyrics. Zhou Ye became more rational. He said: "This song is not good, it is not loud enough, do you understand? The New Year's special still needs to be done. Sweet, the sweetest kind. Your song is too brisk, it sounds like summer, unlike winter, which can arouse fans' love mood."

"It doesn't have to be in love!" Jiang Quanxi glared at him, changed a song, and Zhou Ye continued to give his opinion sincerely.

The two listened to it while changing it, and it was very harmonious.Jiang Quanxi didn't think that Zhou Ye didn't understand music just because Zhou Ye was an outsider. Zhou Ye didn't underestimate himself, but just honestly expressed his feelings after listening to it.He wanted to remind Jiang Quanxi that his personal opinion might not be that of the public, but Jiang Quanxi didn't seem to mind at all.

After listening to the song, the sun sank to the west, and the orange-red sunset slanted/entered through the gap of the window. Jiang Quanxi was afraid to cover the piano, and buried her head on the score to revise and revise.Zhou Ye raised his hand to glance at his watch, and then glanced at Jiang Quanxi. Jiang Quanxi didn't notice it, and was very absorbed in biting the pen holder, frowning and thinking hard.

Zhou Ye felt that he was doing an unsolvable math problem with this expression, so he left for a while, went to Jiang Quanxi's kitchen, and brought him a cup of hot tea.

"Drink some water." Zhou Ye reminded him.

Jiang Quanxi was startled when his eyes were blinded by the sudden heat. When he saw the hot tea in front of him, he looked up at Zhou Ye, and then turned his head.

"Do I still have tea at home? Why don't I know?!" Jiang Quanxi was taken aback.

He picked up the cup vigilantly and took a small sip. It was rose tea, which smelled fragrant, and it seemed that it hadn't expired or gone bad.Only then did Jiang Quanxi feel relieved and began to drink in big gulps.

Zhou Ye looked at Niu Yin's way of drinking tea, but he didn't know that Jiang Quanxi thought that he would give him expired tea, so Dumbledore shook his head and said, "I saw it in the cupboard, so I brewed it by the way. Are you done changing it?" ? Let's go to eat after changing, you haven't eaten lunch yet, are you hungry?"

When Jiang Quanxi heard him talking about eating, he suddenly felt that he was starving. He threw away the finished teacup, grabbed Zhou Ye's arm and said shamelessly:

"Not yet. I'm too miserable Zhou Ye, I'm already exhausted from hunger, you can drag me away later."

Zhou Ye: "..."

"If I don't change here, I won't be in the mood to eat. Why don't you order takeaway? Let's eat takeaway at night. I know there is a restaurant that tastes good. I'll give you the address and you go and order!"

As soon as Jiang Quanxi saw Zhou Ye's eyes, he knew there was nothing going on, and when he rolled his eyes, he thought of a new idea.

Zhou Ye had no choice but to be a guest at someone else's house. The food and drink with him was not counted, and he had to order takeaway at night, so he might as well go to Zhang Yuanfan's house.He reached out and took Jiang Quanxi's music score, looked at his creation like a ghost drawing, and then said: "Where is it changed, let's take a look together."

Jiang Quanxi was head to head with him, and explained to Zhou Ye the effect he wanted. Zhou Ye was a rookie from a government agency, and his pen was once the best among rookies.

"Well, why don't you change the word here, how about using 'eye of the hurricane'? The hurricane is very violent, but the center of the hurricane is stable and peaceful."

"Huh——" Jiang Quanxi looked down at Zhou Ye's handwriting, "Your handwriting is so beautiful."

Hearing his praise, Zhou Ye couldn't laugh or cry, thinking, you listen to what I say, you only care about my words.

"What are you laughing at? The characters are so beautiful!" Jiang Quanxi couldn't hold back his face for a while, while reaching out to pull the elegant characters on the music score to his side.

"My handwriting has been practiced since childhood, and it has always been like this. Just get used to it. Then you correct it first, and I will order a table of meals for delivery." Zhou Ye decided not to treat himself badly.

Do homework with others, something I haven't done for many years.

Jiang Quan hoped that Zhou Ye would leave, but rarely made a sound, just lowered his head and opened the music score again.His gaze stayed on Zhou Ye's "Eye of the Hurricane" for a long time, then silently tore off the page and put it in his pocket.