A Legacy Inherited by the Licking Dogs

When I packed up my equipment and left the performance hall, it was already close to eleven o'clock at night. The streets on the weekend were not lonely, and everyone around me was uncontrollably excited, and I didn't feel tired at all, except for one person.When Wen Yizhou was absent-minded when he was talking to Sun Yanqi for the third time, the other party finally realized his absent-mindedness with a little surprise.

"Yizhou, what's wrong with you?" Sun Yanqi slowed down and walked side by side with him.

"Nothing..." Wen Yizhou answered subconsciously, but he didn't complete the sentence, and quickly gave up honestly: "I don't know."

To be honest, he is very split right now. On the one hand, the performance has been completed at least [-]% according to his expectations and preparations. No matter how many times he experiences it, this sense of accomplishment will not fade away.But on the other hand, he inexplicably felt empty in his heart, as if he had missed something very important, some crucial clue, very unreliable.

"Aren't you happy? The performance was a success. I was worried about the selection of the content, lighting and projection, but I feel that the final effect is not bad. It would be better if the venue was bigger."

Wen Yizhou thought for a while, then said softly but firmly: "The performance is very happy."

Sun Yanqi laughed: "You don't look happy."

"But there will be that feeling, every time." Sun Yanqi lit a cigarette, "After the audience left, the sound of music and cheers still echoed in the eardrums, but everything was over. Music is experiential A very strong form of expression, direct communication only exists in the present, and there will always be some loss afterwards, I can't get used to it every time."

Wen Yizhou nodded: "Yes, and the whole process was safe and smooth, and it even felt a little unreal."

Sun Yanqi raised her chin towards the die-hard music fans who were still chatting enthusiastically in front of her: "It seems that the audience's reaction is not bad. As for the follow-up music reviews, I'll leave it to tomorrow to worry about."

Wen Yizhou thought about everything: "Um..."

"It's really not like you now," Sun Yanqi said. "In the past, even if everyone objected before the performance, you still had to argue for it. Even if there was a lot of criticism after the performance, you would still say, 'You don't understand me ' Virtue."

"It's not that I'm worried about that," Wen Yizhou couldn't help laughing: "Besides, whenever I put on such a face, I will seriously read the feedback, okay? Although..."

He muttered again: "A layman's opinion, whether to accept it or not is another matter."

Sun Yanqi laughed loudly, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, like a kind brother: "That's right, I kept silent before the performance, for fear of affecting your mentality, but in fact, in the few months before He Qian left Li, you are already in a weird state, hesitant, and I don’t know what you are doubting yourself. I thought you were having a conflict, but it was a private matter, and I didn’t feel too embarrassed to ask. Later, I found out that I was diagnosed with cancer. Next You just disappeared. I was really afraid for a while that you wouldn't come back."

"En." Wen Yizhou nodded—probably since he and He Qian had quarreled and were strangers under the same roof for a while, the keen Sun Yanqi had already noticed something.But now that everyone is gone, it's meaningless to blame the old man for his mistakes.

"But some time ago, your condition improved visibly to the naked eye, very similar to the feeling when I first met you." Sun Yanqi said with emotion, "When you put into work, it can be said that you don't recognize your relatives. You are so focused that you can watch it even if the microwave oven catches fire." I don’t see it. I’m really serious about some details that no one would even bother with—he’s stubborn and doesn’t listen to persuasion, sometimes so stubborn that I clenched my fists.”

He gritted his teeth at the end, Wen Yizhou's head was full of black lines: "Are you scolding me? You are scolding me."

Sun Yanqi laughed and said: "No, I want to say, I didn't notice it before. These 'bad habits' of yours made me feel very at ease. After all, in the days when you disappeared, on the one hand, I was afraid that you would not come back, and on the other hand, I was also worried that you would not come back. Not coming."

"I know, you told me." Wen Yizhou said, "You are afraid that I will temporarily leave the road of music, and then give up just like that."

Speaking of this, he also smiled, with a more relaxed expression: "Don't worry, am I here well? I love music, and music loves me, and everything is going well."

"So, dear Yizhou, why do you look like you lost some treasure?"

Wen Yizhou looked at him blankly, Sun Yanqi rolled his eyes, pondering: "Could it be, are you looking for Xiaoyuan?"

Hearing this name, Wen Yizhou immediately asked: "Do you know where he is?"

Sun Yanqi was guessing casually, but now he couldn't help laughing, and recalled: "I saw him during the performance, sitting in the first row, and I didn't remember it after that. Why, you made an appointment with him ?"

Wen Yizhou withdrew his gaze: "That's not true."

"Tch, then what are you doing out of nowhere? People may think that you have something to do after the performance. I'm sorry to disturb you. I'm going home first."

Wen Yizhou still looked confused: "Is that so?"

Sun Yanqi seemed to be looking at his silly younger brother, with a slightly pitiful expression: "Did you invite him to the celebration banquet?"

Wen Yizhou shook his head: "No."

"Tsk, that's not the case! You hold back and don't say anything. Didn't they just leave quietly after watching the show?" Sun Yanqi sighed exaggeratedly, "Xiao Yuan is really sensible."

"But I didn't have a chance to ask!" Wen Yizhou dissatisfied - who made him run so fast after the performance!

"Huh?" Wen Yizhou suddenly realized, "Do you also know that he often came to performances before?"

"Of course, old fans, the more you come here, the more familiar you will be, and I've met you twice at your house, and occasionally we can chat after the show."

Wen Yizhou said: "I didn't know before, no wonder you two seem to have a good relationship."

Sun Yanqi thought to herself—you didn't care about these things before.He said, "Why don't you call now and ask?"

Wen Yizhou frowned and thought for a moment, then gave up and said, "Forget it, it's getting late."

Sun Yanqi slapped him on the back: "Unbelievable!"

It was late, and a group of people found a barbecue stand to drink beer. Wen Yizhou was used to empty stomach before going on stage, and felt hungry after relaxing.But he didn't eat too much before going to bed. He ate something casually, sat and listened to everyone chatting, and flicked his phone casually while feeling sleepy.

He suddenly realized that Lin Yue'an had sent him a message before, but he didn't see it among the other messages of congratulations: The performance was a success, even more exciting than the rehearsal, congratulations!

This sentence of congratulations seems to be a bit longer than other people's messages, but it is not rich enough to be personal.Wen Yizhou struggled for a long time, and replied thank you.

The other party did not reply.

Wen Yizhou didn't care too much, he stretched himself, greeted everyone and went home to sleep by himself.

The next day, Wen Yizhou fell asleep until noon after a long absence. When he woke up, he was very dazed. Seeing that the time was close to 12 o'clock, he was startled, and wanted to say that Lin Yue'an never called him.All of a sudden, I remembered that the performance was over, and there was no need to rehearse every day.

He touched the phone, and more congratulatory messages flooded in, and some acquaintances who hadn't seen him for a long time sent greetings, but the chat window with Lin Yue'an still stayed with his own "thank you".

Wen Yizhou muttered in his heart: That's it?Gone?What about people?

He lazily got up and looked for something to eat in the house - he was already spoiled, he didn't want to make troublesome food, so he pulled out a bag of instant noodles for a long time.There is no shortage of vegetables, ham and eggs at home, and a bunch of rich side dishes are added to the mere instant noodles, and they are cooked in a big pot.

He huddled next to the noodle pot, eating, and reading online reviews—after all, most of the people who came to the first scene of the "comeback" were familiar audiences and fans.Except for the long microblogs of two professional music critics, he looked carefully, and he was not interested in the others after a few pages.

In the afternoon, Sun Yanqi sent a message to the group of the band, saying that there is a performance in Yoga, and they will go to a meeting tomorrow.

Wen Yizhou replied well, and opened the chat window with Lin Yue'an, but there was still only a dry "thank you".

When he scrolled up again, most of them were short back and forth, such as "almost there", "okay", "waiting for you at the exit", "parking" and other trifles.He moved his fingers restlessly, unable to decide what to say.

Otherwise, ask if you want to have dinner together tonight.Wen Yizhou thought, or... at least treat him to a meal to express his gratitude.

That's fine, it makes sense.Wen Yizhou was very satisfied.

He turned on the phone and was about to slowly poke open the keyboard when he suddenly found that the other party's ID was being entered.

He was so startled that he almost threw the phone out, but no news came in after waiting for a long time.

Why did it take so long to type, what kind of long-winded essay is going to be published?Wen Yizhou was at a loss.

Do you want to tell me how you feel about the performance?He thought, after all, after the day of the rehearsal, Lin Yue'an held him and praised him tearfully for a long time, and talked about a lot of after-views. Will there be more different experiences in the official performance?

Compared with those comments on the Internet, after all, Lin Yue'an watched the people who put together the whole performance bit by bit in the practice room, so the perspective must be different.

As for the fact that Lin Yue'an is a layman who has nothing to do with the music industry, Wen Yizhou chose to forget it at this moment.

Why did you leave so quickly after the show yesterday?Wen Yizhou was a little bit dissatisfied, maybe he ran away because he was afraid that I would be ashamed to see him crying.

Why didn't you say anything today? You couldn't be wondering what excuses you should use to come over after the performance, right?

What an idiot, forget it, just let him go, no matter how clumsy the excuse is, I will reluctantly cooperate.Wen Yizhou secretly decided that even if there was some ridiculous reason like "I don't care about my monstera so I need to come and take care of it", I would pretend to be indifferent.

He thought about it back and forth, but the text he had been waiting for for a long time never came.

The uneasiness that just subsided a little last night climbed up again: I have been struggling for so long, what is there to say, is it so difficult to say?

Wen Yizhou suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and his hairs stood on end—couldn't it be that one, I want to confess!

What if?Wen Yizhou's spirit froze.The memory of Lin Yue'an yelling "Why can't I" in this living room a few months ago is crazily dangling, and the clip of him staring at the door panel with lipstick on his ears in the elevator and saying "I feel very handsome when we first meet" is also The sense of presence that he kept brushing up, and his serious eyes that said "I won't get tired after seven years", made it impossible to look directly at him.

If so, what am I going to answer?

Wen Yizhou sat up straight as if facing an enemy.

The figure of Lin Yue'an appeared in the empty seat across from the dining table—Wen Yizhou opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to say some mean words to bully the other party, but maliciously hoped that these words could be said in person, so that he could see the person Aggrieved funny expression.After all, if it is through text, it is inevitable that the tone will be a little stiff, it can't be too fierce...

But face to face probably won't be much better, Wen Yizhou sighed into the air - he is really not good at expressing words.

While he was frantically brainstorming, the news finally popped up.

As everyone knows, Wen Yizhou's above predictions all came to nothing, and only three solitary words appeared in the chat window: Goodbye!

Lin Yue'an said.

Wen Yizhou stared at those three words for a long time, as if he didn't recognize them.

What's the meaning?he asks.

In front of him, the figure of Lin Yue'an walking up and down the room gradually faded until he was completely invisible, and he never waited for an answer.

The author says:

The next update will be added to v, double update on Thursday 12.16, thank you in advance for your support~

The full text is expected to be around 18w words