REMIX

After class, I ran to the bus stop, passed a small stall on the side of the road, and packed a lotus seed porridge. I put sugar on the phone and scooped six spoonfuls in one go.

"I don't have the diamonds and I can't do porcelain work. I can only find you for the arrangement, otherwise the first song will be smashed."

How the dense powdered sugar oozes from the thick soup, I didn't see clearly, it was getting dark.

"Yes, the sooner the better... I look like someone who can joke. It's best to find a female singer for sampling. I'm tired of jazz and I have to break through myself... Trap, Trap can... What Trapqueen, take care of you It's Divaofswag, you're the arranger diva, that'senough."

In the benevolent eyes of the stall owner, I stuffed a handful of change into a sticky iron box, bit my straw to squeeze the subway at [-] o'clock in the evening, and threw the paper cup into the trash can before entering the station. Seats that were rubbed black.

Li Qianlan was still pretending on the phone: "Okay, there is a reason for this."

He also just finished class, and was about to walk back to his and Qiao Xinxin's rented house in the university city, chewing on candy, and chewing messily, he said, "I'll hang out with you within two days, will you pay for it?"

"..."

Knowing that it was an unintentional joke, there was no strange implication, and I shouldn't think in a nasty direction, but I was so choked that I rolled my eyes, "Two tickets."

"All right!"

I spread my schoolbag on my knees, shook my head among a group of passers-by with blank expressions, and squeezed a pen to write down words in the notebook.

"I really can't believe it, my buddy is going to be famous... By the way, can you be famous if you go to this music festival... Will there be fans? I think you should sign me..."

"You can wake up."

I chatted with him for a while before hanging up, looking at my watch, now I can spend three hours to revise the lyrics when I go back—if all goes well.I figured, I haven't moved a single word of the homework left by the teacher, and I haven't written the speeches for the group activities. I don't know if I can make it in time for tomorrow morning, and there are still four colleges in December...

I covered my face with my notebook to block the glaring white light above the carriage, and took a deep breath of air that smelled of pen and ink.

forget about it.

Back at the "second home", I changed my cotton clothes, washed my hands and face, fed Lao Wang and Wushuang, cleaned the cat litter, and did not need to change the drinking water. Gong Junye would prepare fresh water for them every morning before going out. , and he hasn't come back yet.After I drank a cup of hot water and warmed up, I went upstairs to the recording studio.

Yet I still overestimated my self-control.

It took me half an hour to finalize the first draft, and the eyelids began to have a tendency to glue together automatically. It may be that the body is too warm, and once it is inactive, it will be fiercely sleepy.I had no choice but to stand up and walk around the room, drinking coffee first, and then supporting my head. I couldn't resist anymore, so I set an alarm clock for nine o'clock for myself, and resolutely rolled down on the small sofa outside the recording room. fell asleep.

I fell asleep very quickly, and my consciousness was disconnected for a long time. I don’t know when, when my spirit was still asleep, but my body was slightly awakened, I happened to be able to perceive the surrounding things to a certain extent, and heard the door being pushed slowly. open sound.

It wasn't the reckless opening, but a crack, the sound was thin and soft, matching the footsteps I was familiar with - it was he who came back.

Probably because they have been together for a long time, and even the rhythm of his walking is familiar by heart.I know he's home.

I usually record demos in the recording studio, and there can be no noise at all. He consciously stays outside the door and teases the cat. If there is any emergency, he does not knock on the door. He slips a note through the door and tells me that he often asks I think of the kind of Cephale who handed love letters to people, with a kind of unspoken thoughtfulness.It is estimated that this time, he just opened the door and came in because he heard that there was no movement in the room.

He was getting closer and closer to me, and I could hear him, but I still didn't want to open my eyes, and kept my lying position with one foot resting on the armrest of the sofa, fearing that my uncontrollable breathing would expose my evilness.

According to the general plot development, I expect him to do something to me.

He seemed to have stood beside me for a while, the cold fragrance on his body interfered with my senses, and I couldn't judge his specific position based on my senses. Only when a little bit of his breath blew on his cheeks did I know that he had bent over and pointed his fingers. It slid down the bridge of my nose from between my brows, and landed on the peak of my slightly raised lips. There was a smell of tobacco that was about to dissipate at my fingertips.

At one point I fell in love with his touch, as if insecure people identify themselves with human contact, over and over again.But whether I like him or not has nothing to do with whether I feel safe or not. No one stipulates that a certain emotion must rely on shadows.

I am whole but also longing for him.

He leaned over and brushed away the broken hair around my ear with the tip of his nose. The ear hole was filled with a faint "rustling" sound, and then penetrated into his warm breath.

"Aren't you going to open your eyes yet?" He ground his voice into soft powder, "Then I have to continue."

I stopped his hand reaching into the hem of my shirt in time, and my eyes were wide open. "Hello."

He laughed out loud.

"Sorry."

"...I have to do my homework."

"Okay, okay, that's it."

Putting away his sly smile, he sat down behind me, hugged my neck and pushed me back, resting his head on his lap.He rested his arms on the back of the sofa, propped his forehead with his fingers, and lowered his eyes at a lazy angle: "Look what I'm doing."

"I think," I closed my eyes and put my hands lazily on my stomach, "sometimes you are...gentle."

"yes."

Because my eyes are always focused on him, it is easy to detect some subtle changes. The two of them are so close. He rubbed his eyebrows with his hands.

He seemed to be, blushing.

"..."

I climbed up on his shoulders, and before I could say anything teasing, I was grabbed into his arms by him.

"praise me."

I can't help but laugh.

"You are the cutest in the world." Hormones control the brain, and I am not ashamed to say this, "I like you the most."

"enough."

His five fingers passed through my fingers and clasped it. The hard ring would hurt me, but I never thought of letting go.

If I can see him every time I open my eyes, it doesn't matter if I don't dream for the rest of my life.

Thinking of this, I sat up silently, pounced on the corner of his mouth and pecked.

"Go to work."

——Although I don’t know what kind of magic this person can perform, but I feel full of strength when I look at him more often, and I want to become better and live more beautifully in his eyes.

It's [-]:[-] now. If you have time after finishing your homework, you can do a listening comprehension, do two sets of questions, and have to meet Fei Na tomorrow night.

Miss my opponent.