distorted impression

Jiang Chengyue sat by the fountain in front of the music square, counting pigeons on the ground to play.

In the headset is a voice--

"Jiang Chengyue? I didn't get through the phone, so I left you a message. Is the old house okay? My family is going to return to China in the second half of the year. I'll let him meet you when I have a chance."

a week ago.

Jiang Chengyue received the admission notice of D University majoring in computer science, and experienced the disbandment of the band on the same day.

The campus bands are scattered, and every graduation is going their separate ways.

There is still more than a month before the start of school, and he flew over from Chengdu ahead of time with a snare drum on his back because he received an invitation from a band called "Chifeng".

The other party said that there was a lack of a talented drummer, and they played him like a hype.

There are a few big fat pigeons that have been squatting by his hand since the beginning, frequently pecking at his bracelet, trying to cheat food and drink.

Chased him from one end of the steps to the other.

"They like you." The seller said, "Little handsome guy, do you want to buy corn kernels? It's only 20 yuan."

Jiang Chengyue's lunch consisted of two steamed buns, and the total was only five yuan.

He shook his head, thinking that a pigeon that costs 20 yuan for a meal is really disgusting.

"They like me, so they should spend money on me." He said sincerely.

The members of the band haven't come yet, but they keep urging the arrangement of the drum kit.

Jiang Chengyue didn't understand what they were anxious about, but she still sat on the steps with her laptop in her arms and opened the Cubase adaptation.

"I can't push this emotion well. Use the ride cymbal as a foreshadowing, and the sound will be clearer." Jiang Chengyue typed and sent it.

His thoughts were interrupted by a cry.

A young couple was traveling with a child, and the two had a quarrel for some reason.

The little girl clamored to feed the pigeons, but was pushed away by the man, cried and staggered for two steps, and accidentally bumped into Jiang Chengyue.

Jiang Chengyue's body froze for a moment, and then he reached out to support the little girl.

He raised his hand to attract the person who was selling corn kernels just now, bought a quarter of it and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl stared blankly at his face, tears pattered on the back of Jiang Chengyue's hands.

Jiang Chengyue withdrew her hand: "Go and play, tell your parents to stop arguing, aren't you afraid that you will see dozens of versions of yourself in the short video tomorrow?"

He waved his hand and left quickly.

When her friend came over, Jiang Chengyue was sitting on a stool outside the coffee shop, wiping the back of her hand repeatedly with a wet tissue, breathing softly while wiping.

There was a small patch of red on the back of his hand, like rouge soaked in gouache.

"What's the matter, are you allergic to something?" Meng Zhe asked.

"It's okay." Jiang Chengyue said, "It doesn't affect the drumming."

As a netizen, Meng Zhe had only seen Jiang Chengyue in music fans' videos before.

The teenage Jiang Chengyue is surrounded by the transparent acrylic material of the drum shield. In the shaking picture, you can occasionally see white and slender wrists and dark flaxen hair rising and falling in the air with the drumming action.

Seeing is better than hearing.

Without the obstacles of the shaking camera and drums, Meng Zhe suddenly understood why Jiang Chengyue had so many music fans.

Who doesn't like a pretty face.

Meng Zhe remembered the business and said angrily, "Chi Feng is so fucking shameless. He hired a half-baked drummer. I forgot what his name is. His father invested 20 yuan in it, and Chi Feng immediately licked it cheerfully."

"Then... I was let go?" Jiang Chengyue blinked in a daze.

People and money are empty.

Airfare is not reimbursed.

Meng Zhe handed over the phone, it was Chi Feng's band——

[Jiang Chengyue, do you know that the goods were returned by our Chifeng. ]

[He used to play ballads, he wants to switch to rock? ]

[Really, we all agree that if you have a pretty face, you can't play drums well. His music fans are all for his appearance. He has no skills and is not worthy of the name. ]

[The rock circle hates this kind of superficial people the most, bah, don't come to harm our circle, don't bring the entertainment circle to us. ]

It just so happened that the lead singer of Chifeng sent another message to Jiang Chengyue——

"Have you finished editing? I am looking forward to your work."

Jiang Chengyue: "..." Arranging music with empty gloves, the donkeys in the production team are not as thick-skinned as you.

[Bamboo shoots]: After the modification, I will transfer [-] yuan to send you the source file.

[Chi Feng·lead singer]: So expensive?Don't give a friendly price?

[Bamboo shoots]: Who told me that my name is not worthy of my name and I still have a lot of music fans? The bonus of appearance, this is the father-son price your father gave you.

Jiang Chengyue blocked him.

"Is there a livehouse nearby?" Jiang Chengyue sighed, "I want to drink away my worries."

"Are you an adult?" Meng Zhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You're still drinking to drown your sorrows, let's go, I'll take you to find happiness in another way, muscular man, do you like it?"

"Then I'd better go home and go to bed early." Jiang Chengyue said honestly.

Twelve hours later, Jiang Chengyue turned over and fell off the bed with a thud.

woke up.

He rubbed his eyes, a little confused about the situation.

He sleeps honestly and doesn't act like a demon, why did he fall down?

And this bed, he has been lying in this house for a week, and he feels comfortable.

But last night, the bed seemed to keep crowding him out, pushing him to the edge of the world.

It's like becoming refined.

No, it's not that she has become a spirit, it's that there are goblins on the bed.

A strange man was lying on the bed, slantingly covered with his thin blanket, with one arm resting behind his head, and one long leg curled across the side of the bed, his calf muscles were strong and smooth.

Could it be the evidence that caused him to fall off the bed.

This person has deep eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, tight jaw line, thin lips pursed, and steady breathing.

Jiang Chengyue was looking at her while pulling her thin blanket. When the blanket fell off, her eyes just swept across the other person's tight belly and waist down...

Jiang Chengyue: "..."

The world is uneven.

"Listen, Meng Zhe." He made a call, "Something went wrong, I seem to have fallen asleep."

"Really?" Meng Zhe said on the phone, "Congratulations, you have 1 just out of Chengdu."

Jiang Chengyue: "?"

"But I don't know him at all." Jiang Chengyue said, "He's still in my bed, what should I do?"

He didn't drink alcohol or run around yesterday, and fell asleep after taking the newly bought melatonin gummies.

He slept peacefully like a fart, and then was kicked out of bed.

Who is he talking to?

"...Did you go looking for happiness by yourself behind my back yesterday?" Meng Zhe couldn't figure it out, "What else can I do, just give me some money."

"You're talking nonsense." Jiang Chengyue panicked, "I have a wicked heart, but I've never had a wicked heart!"

His voice was not low, and the man lying on the bed frowned and opened his eyes.

It's rare blue eyes.

"Wieviel Uhristes?" The man's voice was low and hoarse.

Jiang Chengyue: "..." What.

He pursed his lips, feeling a little like crying.

Jiang Chengyue: "Still a foreign duck! How much do you have to pay?"

Meng Zhe: "..."

Meng Zhe didn't think of a countermeasure, but Jiang Chengyue calmed down first——

His clothes were still on and he didn't hurt anywhere except the ass he had just fallen off the bed.

He is inexperienced but not stupid.

He just looked in the mirror and didn't find any traces on himself.

The man who woke up didn't seem to understand the situation. He frowned and stared at him for a long while, until he buttoned up the buttons one by one and put on the jeans under the scrutiny of his eyes, before he opened his mouth and asked dignifiedly: "what time is it?"

"9 o'clock..." Jiang Chengyue was inexplicably afraid of him.

"En." The other party replied, and fell into a state of contemplation again.

When Jiang Chengyue started to collect the change in the account, the man said again: "I'm a straight man."

"Ah." Jiang Chengyue replied awkwardly.

The man put away his long legs and sat up against the edge of the bed, his movements were familiar as if he was in his own home.

He rolled his eyelids, looked at Jiang Chengyue, shook his head and said, "Besides, although you look pretty good, your dressing taste is not what I like, so I didn't sleep with you."

When he spoke, he looked down at himself, meaning something.

For some reason, Jiang Chengyue felt the rush of arrogance.

"No... right." Although he habitually slept naked, which made the scene look a bit unmanageable, "Then you..."

The speaker closed his eyes and meditated: "I don't have that kind of worldly desire, so let's go."

"I'm leaving?" Jiang Chengyue has been wronged since the moment he was kicked off the bed, and now this person wants to kick him out.

"This is my home." He protested blankly, "It's wrong for you to do this."

The man who had been calm since just now was rarely in a trance: "Your family?"

A timely international phone call broke the deadlock between the two.

"Kyle? Lu Xu!" The voice on the phone sounded anxious, "What's the matter with you, did you return to China early? Where did you live last night?"

"I'm back." Lu Xu said, "I'm just in the old house, looking for design inspiration, and by the way, preparing for next year's spring and summer show, it may take half a year, what's the matter? If there is nothing urgent, I have to settle the matter at hand first. "

He snapped his fingers crisply: "What did you say?"

Lush?

Jiang Chengyue woke up most of his sleepiness.

He has heard of this name before. This is the son of Aunt Lu and his German husband?

When he was young, Jiang Chengyue heard his mother mention a few "glorious deeds" of Lu Xu's childhood, from being the king of the kindergarten and fighting for hegemony in the street elementary school, to driving the domestic violence father out of the house with his own hands. Xu's view is still at the level of fear.

Over there, Lu Xu and Lu Nian communicated a few words in German, during which time they kept looking at him.

"Jiang...Chengyue?" Lu Xu asked.

Jiang Chengyue nodded hurriedly: "Yue, four tones, don't read three tones, I don't know how many people will return to 'Chengyue'."

"Let you answer the phone." Lu Xu threw the phone over.

Jiang Chengyue quickly took it: "Aunt Lu."

"Hey, Xiaochengyue, I'm really sorry." Lu Nian's voice sounded very apologetic, "I didn't know that Lu Xu returned to China so early, and I didn't know that he planned to live in the old house. But it doesn't matter, you can live together, just right Before your university starts, Lu Xu can take care of you."

Jiang Chengyue quietly glanced at Lu Xu's contemptuous gaze, feeling a little shivering.

Lu Nian: "It's okay, Lu Xu is a good boy, and he grew up abroad and hasn't returned to China for a long time. He is not very proficient in Chinese. You can help him and accompany him around."

Jiang Chengyue felt that Lu Xu's Chinese was quite fluent.

Especially when he wanted to kick him out just now, his words were correct.

He hung up the phone and carefully looked at Lu Xu in front of him.

"It's over? You already know the situation. It was just a misunderstanding." Lu Xu spoke first, "I don't want to live with you, but I can't help it. I don't want to stay in a hotel."

Lu Xu: "From now on, I will be the head of your household.

"...It's the landlord." Jiang Chengyue said sincerely.