The difficult love of traffic niche

Wang Junkai was still driving the car on the way back, because Wang Yuan was busy recording songs.

It is not quite accurate to say that the song was recorded. He just left the snow field and just took off his equipment covered in snow slag. Wang Yuan hurriedly took out his mobile phone and turned on the recording to sing along. Record it.

The airtight and narrow space in the car was useful at this time, it was quiet and there would be no echo. Wang Yuan sang it several times and finally was satisfied. Jot down the lyrics.

Wang Junkai turned his head to look at him, and couldn't help but said, "Your method of writing songs is good, hasn't it changed for so many years?"

Wang Yuan continued to work without stopping, and replied: "I can't stop the inspiration..."

Wang Junkai said: "We write wherever we go, we are so powerful..."

"Why don't you write a song for me too? I haven't sung a song you wrote since I was a child."

Hearing this, Wang Yuan couldn't help smiling, and blurted out: "Who said no, no..." Suddenly he stopped, and immediately changed his words: "...I'm very popular! Well, October Studio knows, I used to But the main force there."

Wang Junkai smiled and said: "... Who in such a famous circle doesn't know, the three major American pop music labels, I asked them to help me make my last album, hey, when did you enter their studio , What do you think of the one they made for me? Did Laomei play off my laziness?... I think it’s okay overall, but "fallagain" is really well written. I got goosebumps all over my body when I heard this demo, do you know who wrote this song? Can the composer named Rey recommend it to me?..."

When Wang Yuan heard it behind him, his heart couldn't help jumping twice, his eyes flickered, and he raised his voice unconsciously: "Wang Junkai! You..."

Wang Junkai: "..."

Wang Yuan bit his lower lip, and continued: "...you are so wordy, let's drive your car!"

Wang Junkai turned his head and glanced at the person next to him, thinking that he was losing his temper because he had praised others, he couldn't help smiling, he narrowed his eyes involuntarily, took Wang Yuan's left hand, and held it up to himself The lips kissed the back of the hand.

The soft lips brushed against the skin, like a feather brushing by. Feeling a little itchy, Wang Yuan quickly withdrew his hand, turned his head to look at the person who was trying to hold back his smile, his side face was smooth and inexplicably moved, and Wang Yuan instantly felt that there was something in his heart. Feathers are scratching.

When the red light came on, the car came to a slow stop, and the rare late-night suburbs seemed to have a catalytic effect of stimulating abstinence.

Without thinking about it, Wang Yuan suddenly put his left hand on Wang Junkai's shoulder, propped himself up and leaned over to bite the man's lips, before he recovered, he kissed him deeply again.

Within a few seconds of tossing and turning, the fire in my heart was suddenly ignited. This confined space seemed to become a fertile field for fermenting emotions, and the breathing was already unstoppable. Wang Junkai found that the balance in his mind seemed to have tilted dangerously Then, precariously declaring surrender with raised hands.

It was still too short, before I had time to understand it carefully, I heard a shallow laughter swaying in my ears, the person in front of me let go of him, kissed his upturned nose, and sat back in the passenger seat.

The eyes of the man who succeeded in stealing his heart couldn't hide his complacency, he raised his chin and pouted at him: "Look ahead, the green light is on."

This romantic arsonist turned out to be like a normal person again?

"...you wait for me."

Taking a deep breath, Wang Junkai put away his unfinished thoughts, and slowly stepped on the accelerator with controlled strength to continue moving forward.

Wang Yuan turned his head sideways, seeing the change in his expression seemed quite amusing, secretly amused, then stretched out his hand and pinched the back of Wang Junkai's neck twice, serving him as gently as possible, and couldn't help whispering when he leaned over Teased him: "Handsome and good, Brother Yuan dotes on you!"

All the way home, Wang Junkai didn't wait for Wang Junkai to think about what to do, and saw Wang Yuan plunged into the basement again, unable to scream or respond, Wang Junkai followed after waiting for a while.

The basement has always been used as a place for him to relax, and he has always kept Virgo in an orderly manner. On the left are bookshelves and sofas, on the right are guitars, keyboards, a full set of stereos, and a drum kit that is not very used. You can also engage in music kk songs during your busy schedule.

As soon as Wang Junkai walked down the stairs, he saw Wang Yuan sitting on the sofa and copying something on his mobile phone, and hurriedly ran to the other end with a pen and paper in his hands, standing in front of the vertical keyboard and tuning the volume, with a serious expression as if he was about to on stage.

When Wang Junkai saw this, he didn't call him anymore, and sat down directly on the last step. Watching Wang Yuan busy in his own small space, he suddenly felt a feeling of warmth passing through his heart.

"Wang Junkai!"

Wang Yuan corrected to the desired tune, finally let go of his frowning, and turned to call him with a smile.

"listen."

Wang Junkai stood up in response, walked a few steps to the sofa closer to him and sat down, propped his head up and blinked at him, returning with an expression of receiving the signal.

Looking up, Wang Yuan lowered his eyes slightly, and after being silent for less than two seconds, he put his hand on the black and white keys, and pressed lightly, a series of lively melodies followed.

……

Unexpectedly, in such a short period of time, Wang Yuan had already arranged the song score for the impromptu writing just now. Wang Junkai stared at the man intently, suppressed his heartbeat and continued to listen.

"Thinking of you gradually forgetting to breathe

more memories at night

Have I lost myself..."

Accompanied by only the sound of the keyboard, Wang Yuan opened his mouth steadily, but when he opened his mouth, he sang in an addictive voice, which seemed to have a hint of sadness, and seemed to be indulgent and nostalgic.Different from the impromptu humming outside just now, the current self-playing and self-singing is almost at the singing level of a formal performance. Change, but it has become more mellow and magnetic, making people involuntarily follow him to sink.

Wang Junkai could feel that his heartbeat seemed to be about to lose balance for a moment, and it kept making troubles in his chest. The figure playing the keyboard and singing affectionately made him unable to extricate himself from the very beginning.

The last note falls, and everything returns to silence.

Wang Yuan turned around and asked solemnly, "How is it?"

Dazed for a moment, Wang Junkai sat still, with a gentleness on his face that he didn't realize.

"... nice to hear"

He walked over to the man, put his fingers on the keyboard, and tried to play the beat of the climax, and suddenly smiled after thinking about it, and turned his head to face the man.

"Play well and sing better."

"Yuan'er, I really want to love you to death..."

Seeing the man in front of him pursing his lips and smiling shyly that is rarely seen in adults, Wang Junkai reached out to pick up the guitar next to him, and tried to play a few chords according to the rhythm of the song.

He raised his head again and looked at Wang Yuan with a familiar look in his eyes.

Then the two people, who were suddenly blessed, played the climax of the melody together. The keyboard and guitar have always been so suitable.

After a song, the two of them lay leisurely on the sofa, one by one.

Wang Junkai closed his eyes, and couldn't help humming again, as if thinking of something, he asked, "Yuan'er, your singing style now seems different from before?"

Wang Yuan replied: "I specially asked the teacher to learn it." He turned around, lay down on the edge of the sofa and said, "You know, it's the SLS singing method that many singers in the United States use. Every day when I was young, I really, hey, you don’t know, I’m so tired, it’s practice makes perfect, so I can sing with a wider range of vocals, it took me a long time to change the tune of folk songs when I was a child.”

Wang Junkai sighed: "It's really different, I feel, um, very comfortable..."

All these years in the United States, those days when I didn’t participate, how many things about you I don’t know, how many songs I haven’t heard, Wang Junkai leaned on the soft cushion, and his mind seemed to slow down.

After a while, Wang Yuan spoke again: "Hey, you can choose a name!",

"This song..." Wang Junkai laughed dumbly, and looked at the person: "Why did your song ask me to think about the name?"

"Just think about it!" Wang Yuan raised the corners of his mouth, tilted his head and smiled, "...you can be regarded as the first listener!"

Wang Junkai lay back on the sofa, with his arms pressed against his forehead, and for a while, there seemed to be a movie in his mind.

"A song I've never heard before."

"?"

"Let's call it "Songs I've Never Heard Before"."

Wang Yuan muttered the title of the song silently, pondered for a while, and suddenly patted the sofa vigorously with his hand.

"That's good, it's you!"

""Song I Haven't Heard""