time has waited for me

Three boxes of egg tarts, eighteen in total. People like Jing Xian who don’t like sweets put them in the refrigerator and freeze them. He eats two of them every morning and two for dinner. .

Originally, I wanted to bring two of them to work every day for afternoon tea, but I always share everything in the office.He's not being stingy, he just doesn't want to share with everyone that this is actually a very common and inexpensive egg tart that can be bought anywhere in Shanghai.

In the next few days, he went to Qingying after get off work every day to rehearse with his teammates.

After returning home, he would practice for half an hour by himself before going to bed, but he had a very fulfilling life.

Ai Qingying has always been very enthusiastic towards him, but this enthusiasm is not the same as before. When he didn't make it clear before, Ai Qingying wanted to touch his hand, kiss him, and even hug him. , Then he always said some ambiguous words.

This time, it was pure enthusiasm, no more jokes on him, and no actions that should not be done.

Jing Xian felt that what he said last time really worked, and Ai Qingying was a trustworthy person, so he was very happy.

Although he also misses the past a little bit, but it's not ashamed. If he didn't like that person's face, he wouldn't have had that few times with that person. He has always been willing to admit it frankly.

It's just that they are impossible.

In the coffee shop that day, the shadow of being slandered face to face gradually dissipated in the music of these days, and was hidden under the melody.

When he went to work on Friday, he put his luggage in the car. After get off work, he went to Wuxi with Ai Qingying and his teammates.

On the high-speed rail, Jing Xian and Ai Qingying sat together. Jing Xian sat by the window. It took about 45 minutes from Shanghai to Wuxi. Jing Xian didn't intend to sleep, but just wanted to enjoy the scenery along the way.As soon as they sat down, Ai Qingying took out a CD player. It was from Sony. It looked like a model from many years ago, but it was well preserved.

Jing Xian recalled the time when he used a CD player to listen to music and English when he was a child, but Ai Qingying had already plugged in an earphone and raised his hand to put it on for Jing Xian. earphone!"

Jing Xian let him put it on for herself. Ai Qingying pressed the play button, and the sound of wind, rain, and thunder sounded slowly in her ears, and then there was the "cuckoo" sound of pigeons, which was very real. After about 1 minute , the acoustic guitar sounded, and the melody was gradually pieced together. This was the song "pigeon", but it was different from the ones he had heard.Relatively scattered, there are triangular bells and piano sounds gradually coming in, and finally a solo harmonica. The sound of the piano is hidden in the wind and rain, and the ethereal sound seems to come from the clouds. It is so beautiful.

The earphones worked very well, and Ai Qingying turned up the volume for him too, so Jing Xian listened quietly and pressed pause.

Ai Qingying then asked him: "Do you like it?"

Jing Xian nodded honestly, he liked it very, very much, and asked again: "It seems a little different? Is this, a demo?"

Ai Qingying said with a smile: "I can't call it that. This is the original version. At the beginning of July this year, around four o'clock in the afternoon, the clouds suddenly lowered, and the raindrops suddenly hit the ground with a 'pop'. I was lying on the ground at the time. Sleeping on the balcony with the wind blowing, and being woken up by the sound of rain, I saw a world that was completely different from what I had before going to bed. You know, there is something called twilight phobia—"

Jing Xian nodded, and by the time he continued, the train had gradually moved on.

"I don't have this kind of phobia. I just woke up suddenly, and I haven't woken up yet. I saw such a world, thunder and lightning, and I was drowsy. I suddenly felt a little depressed. It was inexplicable. It had nothing to do with anything. At this moment, the sound of pigeons sounded, and seven or eight pigeons that were hit by the rain all flew into my balcony, and they huddled in a corner. I had nothing to do at the time, so I observed them. I was scared, but I didn't expect them to sneak out a little bit of their bodies to catch the raindrops. I watched for a while before I realized that they were actually taking a bath."

Ai Qingying is still full of enthusiasm when talking about it now: "My mood immediately improved at that time, so I wrote this song. The sound of wind and rain was recorded at that time. Is the piano sound you heard a little distant and ethereal? Haha , because the piano is inside the house, I have no energy to move it to the balcony by myself, but the recording equipment is on the balcony, I am afraid that the wind and rain will be fleeting, and I dare not waste any time."

Jing Xian couldn't help laughing: "But the effect is very good."

"That's right, I didn't want to write seriously at the time, but I just had a sudden inspiration, and I didn't think about what to do. I used whatever I had at hand, so I rang the triangle bell and played a harmonica."

Jing Xian thought of the harmonica with the sound of thunder and wind, and said sincerely: "The triangular bell is like a wind chime in a dream, very dreamy, like sleepwalking, I like the harmonica part the most."

"Really?" Ai Qingying was pleasantly surprised, "I like it the most too! I originally wanted to restore this song perfectly and record it again, but you know, artificial or synthetic, no matter how I do it, I can't make the original song. The taste is self-defeating. The original version you heard is not clear enough, so it is destined not to be released. So, only you and I heard it."

After finishing speaking, Ai Qingying showed eight teeth again.

very cute.

Jing Xian smiled and pressed the play button again, looked at the scenery outside the window galloping by, and listened to the song pigeons on a loop, as if a group of pigeons who were having fun in the wind and rain really appeared in front of them.

Ai Qingying didn't bother him anymore, and put on her earphones.

When we arrived in Wuxi, we checked into the hotel, put down our things, and took a taxi to Nanchan Temple.

The last time Jing Xian came to Wuxi was about ten years ago. He remembered that Nanchan Temple was still a very dilapidated place at that time, and the most lively place in Wuxi was Chong'an Temple. If two people", there are antique Chinese-style buildings on the Nanchang Street next to it, and the lights are on at night, which is a bit interesting.

There is still a performance tomorrow, so I have to get up early to go to rehearsals. After walking around, I went to eat hot pot. The teammates didn't dare to drink, and planned to finish eating early and go back to rest early.

The food was Xiaolongkan, and Ai Qingying yelled, "It's not as good as Chengdu's! Shanghai's is not as good as Chengdu's!"

Teammates handed him sesame oil: "It's good to eat some!"

He said it wasn't tasty, but he ate a lot. I don't know how many peppers were put in the oil dish.It is like a pig when it is eaten, and it is like a puppy when it is so hot that it sticks out its tongue.

Still looked at Jing Xian pitifully: "I'm spicy."

Jing Xian was speechless, and called the waiter to ask for plum juice, but they didn't have any, only soy milk.

He was so hot that he got up and went to the bathroom directly, saying that he wanted to rinse his mouth, Jing Xian sighed, and told his teammates that he wanted to go out to buy something.He went to the juice shop next door and bought a dozen or so glasses of fruit juice, and he specifically told them to make cherries first, and asked for two cups, and put more honey, that little pig likes sweet ones, and the last time he drank milk tea, he asked for whole sugar .

Eating too much sugar is not good, so I reluctantly agree to eat honey.

While he was waiting, Ai Qingying ran over, sticking out her tongue from time to time like a puppy, and asked him strangely: "What are you buying here? Do you want juice?"

It happened that the cherries juice was ready, Jing Xian took it and stuffed it to him helplessly: "There is no sour plum juice, so let's just drink it."

Ai Qingying cheered up, and almost wanted to take advantage of the words again, but Jing Xian was busy looking for a straw for him, inserted it in and urged, "Drink, it's so spicy, sticking out its tongue like a puppy, it's ugly."

Ai Qingying stuck out her tongue at him again, a little cute.

Jing Xian glared at him, but he didn't dare to tease him anymore, so he started to drink. The two little girls beside him who were also waiting for the juice couldn't help but secretly looked at them both with a smile.

It's a pity that they didn't find out, Ai Qingying drank most of it in one gulp, and Jing Xian was even more helpless: "Slow down, I bought you two glasses, and there are more."

Ai Qingying immediately smiled brightly, maybe Jing Xian didn't realize it, Jing Xian has started to treat him better and better without knowing it!Still feel sorry for him so much!Buy him juice to drink!Buy two cups as soon as you buy it!

Jing Xian really didn't realize it, he was still shaking his head helplessly, thinking that Ai Qingying was just a worthless pig and puppy!

Before going to bed at night, Ai Qingying finally knocked on Jing Xian's door because her heart was hard to change.

These days are very peaceful, Jing Xian thought that they had already reached a consensus, so naturally he opened the door boldly and confidently.

Ai Qingying came over, and really didn't intend to do anything wrong, he took out the harmonica from his pocket: "I'll use the harmonica to play a part for you."

An extremely tempting thing, Jing Xian nodded and let Ai Qingying in.

Jing Xian lay on the bed, and Ai Qingying sat by the bed and played "pigeon" on the harmonica for him. The harmonica is a musical instrument that Jing Xian likes very much. Although it is ordinary and common, it is not very difficult to learn. He also likes the accordion.He always felt that the sound of these two instruments was slightly sad, as if the leaves were reluctantly saying goodbye when the wind and rain took away the leaves on the branches, especially suitable for autumn, and it always reminded him of his childhood.

There is an old man next door to my grandmother's house. He lived in the Soviet Union in his early years and liked to play the accordion and harmonica in the evening.

In his childhood, when he was doing his homework, he was accompanied by the sound of the grandpa's piano.

When I was young, I couldn't accept everything calmly like when I grew up, and I would have the idea of ​​being playful, and I would be puzzled by the decisions of my parents.For a while, he especially hated homework, those test papers, and participating in various competitions. He just wanted to be an ordinary person.

It was the sound of the grandfather's piano that comforted him again and again.

Jing Xian fell asleep to the sound of Ai Qingying's harmonica.

Only then did Ai Qingying slowly take down the harmonica, and he looked at the sleeping Jing Xian.

He loves music, and he once thought that all his creations were just for entertaining himself, pleasing himself, and even saving himself.So he doesn't care about being popular, let alone being scolded, he is confident enough to scold his songs for being ugly, in his opinion, he has no appreciation ability, he likes to scold, he can do whatever he likes, he thinks Sing whatever you want.He is self-confident enough, he just wants to be so happy and continue to make his favorite music without caring about other people's eyes.

Until this time, he suddenly discovered that music can also be like this.

He can let the people he likes sleep peacefully in his music.

And it made him so happy.

Unprecedented, caught off guard, but so boundless happiness.

This kind of happiness formed a hurricane in his heart, he was like a small paper boat on the sea, being blown up into the sky, taking in more wind, full of carefree and flying, it was too bad and beautiful.

After waking up from a good night's dream, of course Ai Qingying was no longer there, and Jing Xian almost thought that she was just dreaming.

However, someone helped him flatten his body, and someone helped him tuck in the quilt.

Thinking of the harmonica episode last night, Jing Xian couldn't help laughing while brushing his teeth, and almost swallowed the toothpaste foam.

Everything went well during the performance that night, and Jing Xian was naturally still dressed in Hanfu.

In order to match the song, a relatively fairy style like a crane cloak is more suitable, but Jing Xian changed the color to match the color of the pigeon. He is wearing ink-colored clothes, and he also wears a veil and eye makeup as usual .

Earlier on the official blogs of Qingying and Livehouse, they both specifically stated that there would be a special guest performer today, and everyone was guessing who it would be. When Jing Xian's figure appeared, the audience screamed like crazy.

The world has always been like this, and what they admire is the word "odd".

It is precisely because Jing Xian rarely appeared once, and he was always covered by a veil, plus there was the time in Urumqi, so if he appeared now, he would naturally be sought after.

This time I only played three songs, but there was a new song, namely Pigeon.

The harmonica part at the end was changed to Guzheng solo.

When he was about to enter that section, Jing Xian was about to play the piano when he suddenly saw Ai Qingying turning around and walking towards him, taking out his harmonica from his trouser pocket.

Jing Xian was startled, and immediately smiled again under the veil. He played the piano, and Ai Qingying played the harmonica against him.

After the perfect ensemble, the two couldn't help but smile at each other.

Jing Xian got up, bowed slightly and left, and the performance would continue.

In the backstage lounge, Jing Xian didn't need to be reminded. He took out his mobile phone and started searching Qingying. He had just finished his performance, and the Weibo was updated in real time. Many younger sisters praised him, and some boys said he was really good.But he didn't want to see others praise himself, he wanted to see how others commented on the part where he played with Cyan.

After flipping through for a while, he finally found it. He didn't even bother to read it, how the text described it.

He just looked at that picture.

Some dry ice was put on the stage at the right time, floating like a fairy.

His fingers were on the strings, his head was raised slightly, the hem of the veil was slightly raised by the sleeves, but his face was still covered, but his slightly curved eyes and the looming silhouette behind the veil all proved that he was smiling, he Laughing happily.

And the person who made him laugh was playing the harmonica in his mouth, holding it with both hands, and looking down at him, also smiling, happily.

He watched it for a long, long time, clicked into the comments, and Qing Yishui said, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

Jing Xian quietly saved that photo in his phone.