four year itch

In order to help Cheng Jun prepare for the performance, Xu Ruibai hadn't gone out to draw for a long time, so he ran to the square early the next morning after the performance with his drawing board and paint box.His current business is relatively stable, and he has saved some money. Logically, he can rent a relatively better place, but Xu Ruibai doesn't seem to want to leave the past for the time being.

After finishing the first landscape painting, Xu Ruibai received a message and a document from Ye Jia.

"I'm also going to submit a manuscript. This was written last night. Can you read it for me?" Ye Jia said.

Ye Jia took this step, Xu Ruibai was not surprised, he knew it would happen sooner or later.Instead, he wasn't in a hurry to read what Ye Jia wrote, because no matter what was written in this document, it meant that Ye Jia had found his way.

Xu Ruibai clipped the finished picture on the shelf behind him, changed to a clean drawing paper, and opened the document sent by Ye Jia with a smile.

However, his face sank when he saw the first sentence of the entire document.

Before that, Xu Ruibai didn't know that Ye Jia's condition was so bad.He was just at the door of the convenience store on that rainy day, and vaguely knew that Ye Jia must have some problems, but he didn't expect it to be so bad.This is a text with a strong sense of death, Xu Ruibai's self-blame will be deepened every time he reads a word.

But all these self-blame became insignificant after reading the whole article. He saw Ye Jia's courage to live to death, and knew that Ye Jia had escaped from the shackles about him.

Ye Jia forgave him in the livehouse, and forgave herself in the text.

Xu Ruibai wrote a lot of words, praise and encouragement, but he didn't send them out. He really didn't know how to express his current mood.So he finally asked dryly, "Which magazine are you going to vote for?"

"Sea of ​​clouds, it feels like there is a time filter. It was the magazine I most wanted to contribute to when I was young." Ye Jia said.

Xu Ruibai searched the name of this publication in his mind, and still had some memories, it should be a literary magazine.He had cooperated with the other party in a seal before, and if I remember correctly, the number edited by the docking should still be stored in his mobile phone.

Xu Ruibai hurriedly opened his address book, and as expected, the words "Editor Yunhai" lay there quietly. He hesitated for a while, and sent a message to the other party tentatively: [Hello. 】

"And they should have an online voting activity. The No.1 comprehensive popularity and expert selection in each issue seems to have a chance to become a signed writer." Ye Jia said.

"Wow, do you plan to become a full-time writer?" Xu Ruibai asked.

"It would be a lie to say that I don't want to think about it at all. I just want to try my hand first." Ye Jia added, "But I will continue to write anyway."

Xu Ruibai encouraged: "Daddy, you are too brave, come on. I will always be your fan."

"Thank you for supporting me all the time. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have taken this step. You also work hard, and I am also your fan."

Looking at the wink expression pack sent by Ye Jia, Xu Ruibai felt that Ye Jia should be in a good mood.

He replied with a smile: "Okay, let's work hard together."

"There is one thing, I might ask you to help me." Ye Jia seemed a little embarrassed.

"what?"

"If it's convenient...can you record some more poems for me?"

Before Xu Ruibai could reply, Ye Jia hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I won't use it for commercial use. I don't sleep very well. I listened to your recording before going to bed yesterday, and found that I seem to fall asleep faster."

Ye Jia actually hesitated for a long time, after all, words like "falling asleep listening to your voice" sounded too ambiguous.

"Hello, I want to draw a portrait." Xu Ruibai's painting booth welcomed the second customer today.

Xu Ruibai raised his head following the voice, but threw the paintbrush back into the box in the next second, and cleaned up everything as quickly as possible: "No more drawing."

The customer looked at the square where people were coming and going, and was at a loss: "Is the stall closed so early?"

"Yes, I have something to do at home, I'm sorry." After finishing speaking, Xu Rui slammed the drawing board on his shoulder without looking back, and jogged forward.

——If you can do something for Ye Jia.

——Anything is fine.

Xu Ruibai rushed into the past slowly out of breath, panting exhaustedly on the counter, Cheng Jun thought that something happened, and stood up from the chair with a "crack".

Xu Ruibai was still angry, so he hurriedly said, "Sister Jun, can I use your recording studio again?"

Cheng Jun was stunned for a moment, then realized: "You want to read poetry again?"

Xu Ruibai nodded.

Cheng Jun's eyes suddenly became sly, and he put his arms around Xu Ruibai's shoulders, his tone a bit embarrassed: "Xiaobai, in fact, the recording studio is also very expensive, and the little yellow hair is not free labor, and he has to make ends meet."

"I can pay." Xu Ruibai said.

Cheng Jun looked like you were insulting me: "Tsk, do you think I look poorer than you?"

"..."

"Well, how about you come to our band and play a few shows for us?" Cheng Jun raised his eyebrows. Sometimes even Xu Ruibai doesn't know why an Omega, a female Omega always likes to play such a slick facial expression.

"..."

"We'll help you chase your partner, and you will help us play the keyboard. It's fair, don't you think so?"

"..."

So that night, Ye Jia received an email from CX330, a compressed package with ten recordings neatly placed.

It always takes about a month for Yunhai to submit a manuscript to receive a notice of publication. The waiting time is more difficult than taking the first step. If submitting a manuscript is an act of enthusiasm that reaches its peak in an instant, then the days of waiting for the result are constantly consuming this time. a passionate process.

Saying that I will write down anyway, but I still open the mailbox from time to time during work breaks, although I always come with expectations and return with disappointment.

But hope to be affirmed is probably the most primitive emotion of every creator.

During the difficult days, Ye Jia did not stop writing. He would force himself to write something and send it to CX330 every day to ensure that he would not write it by hand.And CX330 seems to be able to grasp every emotion of Ye Jia, and always cooperates with exaggerated and non-hypocritical tone, making him happy and diverting his attention just right.

They talked about the stories Ye Jia wanted to write, the comics CX330 wanted to draw, and the details of life, and occasionally teased each other.Rather than saying that CX330 is Ye Jia's fan, it is better to say that the two are more like friends who have never met. They share the same interests and personalities. Without the trivial daily life, they become more pure.

It seems that it is not so difficult, and making interesting friends because of words seems to be more meaningful than words themselves.

At first Xu Ruibai came up with the method of drawing with his left hand just to make Ye Jia not notice the strangeness, but Xu Ruibai discovered that this is also a good way to expand his imagination after painting for a long time.He has formed his own style of drawing with his right hand, just like a program in the band that has been prepared in advance, and he already knows what the shape looks like when he writes.

But the program can never be as strong as the live effect.

Xu Ruibai returned to his original intention, as if he had returned to the time when he first learned to draw.Because of playing the piano, his left hand itself is more flexible than ordinary people. He started from arranging wires, and now he can gradually draw some apples and plaster statues.

Fang Ziwen walked to Xu Ruibai's side with a coffee cup, looked at it for a while, and nodded: "Xiaobai, you can draw with your left hand well now."

Although all the lines are like beginners, fortunately, his art quality is still there. He consciously weakens the lines and fills them with colors.The technique is not yet very mature, but it is already enough to catch the eye.

I don’t know if it’s influenced by rock bands, or there are such factors in his original personality. His paintings are colorful but always full of decadence, like underground performances with smoke and dust mixed with psychedelic lights. With poetry.

"Let's go." Cheng Jun patted Xu Ruibai's shoulder vigorously from behind and said.

Fang Ziwen frowned: "Going to rehearse again? Why are you so active recently?"

"Xiaobai is on the way now, and everyone wants to practice more." Cheng Jun hugged Fang Ziwen, which made the other party blush with embarrassment, but Cheng Jun didn't care, and even went so far as to kiss her. The tip of the hair said, "Let's go."

"Let's go." Xu Ruibai finished his last stroke and stood up.

In less than half an hour, Cheng Jun led Xu Ruibai back, followed by the bassist and drummer.

Fang Ziwen wondered, "Why did you come back so soon?"

Xu Ruibai put a stack of magazines on the bar counter, looking a little excited.

"Sister Ziwen." The drummer is a beta with a beard, 1.9 meters, and ordinary Alphas can't hold him down. He also holds a large stack of magazines in his hand.

"Sister, we're here." The bassist also followed in, still holding the same pile in his arms.

Fang Ziwen's eyes were horrified: "What are you doing? How did you bring so many books in? Do you want to open a bookstall?"

With both hands empty, Cheng Jun raised his chin and said, "Xiaobai bought it."

"?"

"The newsstand at the door is sold out for him." Beth rubbed his red-stained palm, cursing, "My hands are very expensive!"

"What's going on?" Fang Ziwen asked.

"I don't know. The rehearsal was good. Xiaobai received a message and suddenly went out to buy magazines. I want to ask what's going on." The drummer also looked at a loss.

The bass player leaned into Fang Fangwen's ear and complained: "Sister, Xiaobai really spent a lot of money this time! These three stacks cost a total of two thousand!"

Xu Ruibai glanced at him, didn't mean to explain, patted the stack of magazines by his hand and said: "Sister Ziwen, this stack is here for you, and if a customer comes, you can give him a copy, and then ask him to help you with it." Scan this QR code later and ask him to vote for this "Confession", okay?"

At this moment, Xu Ruibai seemed as if he had just climbed onto the shore after wandering in the river of love, his whole body was shining with the light of spreading love to the world, and the eye-catching Fang Ziwen couldn't bear to refuse.

Cheng Jun searched the catalog and found the article called "Confession", and read out the author's name: "Ah Cha?"

The bass player also leaned over to look: "Are you dating?"

Xu Ruibai took out his mobile phone silently, responding to all changes without change.

But everyone had seen through everything, and Beth put his arms around his neck and said, "You can do it, I knew when you were soloing at the scene that day and wanted to change the song temporarily!"

"It's not my partner." Xu Ruibai has long been used to the bass player's habit of physical contact, so he easily broke away from his arm and said calmly.

"Not the one?" Bass scratched his head, met Cheng Jun's affirmative gaze, and reacted suddenly, "Ah, you have a crush on him? You want to chase him!"

Xu Ruibai let them fool around without saying a word.He flicked his phone twice, and found the number of "Editor Yunhai" from the address book.

【Hello. 】The two characters hang alone on the white page, looking miserable.In fact, think about it, who would care, Xu Ruibai who does not belong to the Xu family, Xu Ruibai who is not from the southwest wind, and Xu Ruibai who has nothing.

Xu Ruibai smiled, and moved his finger to the delete key.

【Confirm to delete the contact information】

After clicking confirm, it seems that it is not enough.

[Confirm to delete all contact information]

--confirm.

When the contact page was left blank, Xu Ruibai closed the phone with satisfaction.

The bass player was still chattering, with an expression almost beating his chest: "Hey, what's the use of doing this? Don't say you bought out a newsstand, you just bought out all the newsstands in the city, he I don't know either!"

"Then what do you think we should do?" Cheng Jun glanced at Xu Ruibai, curled his lips, and looked at him calmly with his chest folded.

Bess hated iron and said: "Buy gifts! Chocolates and roses. If you can't, play the piano for him downstairs, and my brothers will lead you to perform for free!"

"Then someone will give you a basin of water to wash your feet?" Cheng Jun said coldly.

"..."

The drummer also fanned the flames on the sidelines: "I think you still have to be restrained in chasing people. You write poems and songs for him, right? Hey, Xiaobai, don't you know how to draw? You draw a portrait of him. Let me tell you , this set of procedures, no matter what kind of Omega can make you cry."

"So that's why you're still single?" Cheng Jun said bluntly.

"..."

They are very much like a small group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old high school students. Now one person in the small group has a crush, so everyone "move out" and rack their brains to help him come up with some reliable methods. I really don't have much experience, so all I can come up with are some bad ideas.

But just this ignorant energy for love is moving enough.

Cheng Jun's face was full of disgust in capital letters: "Okay, okay, don't just leave here to come up with bad ideas, I have never been in a relationship, and it's a set way to talk coquettishly."

Then handed them a stack of magazines one by one, pushed the two of them out the door, and said, "Hurry up and distribute this stack of magazines, it's really better than anything else."

After finishing the two treasures, Cheng Jun turned around and said earnestly, "Xiaobai, you haven't chased anyone before."

"..." Xu Ruibai found that he always felt helpless and speechless towards Cheng Jun.

"There are not so many detours, pursuing people, and not paying attention to routines, as long as you are sincere." Cheng Jun noticed Xu Ruibai's questioning eyes, and said slowly, "I am the only one who has a partner."

On the day Ye Jia received the latest issue from the magazine, he also received an envelope and a potted eucalyptus, which was exactly the same as the one he gave Xu Ruibai back then, but this pot was fresher and greener. It's really like living forever.

There is only one small card in the envelope, the front is a blue starry sky, and the back is CX330 regular italics:

You should consist of these,

Hometown, the starry sky and all the old dreams that cannot be wished for.