Mistakes every man makes
Jin Zhou didn't know when he bought the equipment. After not coming for a few days, he installed a complete set of music making equipment in his bedroom, including a computer, microphone, and MIDI keyboard. However...
Song Shuyang laughed out loud, "Why are they all second-hand? How pitiful."
"All my money has been invested in the bar, so I'm just doing it for fun. I don't need any professional equipment."
Song Shuyang had already sat down in front of the computer. "Have you written a song? Let me listen to it."
Jin Zhou opened his music-making software and said, "I haven't written any songs, but I made a few mixes. Do you want to listen to the demo?"
"Listen!"
Jin Zhou handed him the headphones and pressed the play button.
"Damn, it feels so good to play the drums." Song Shuyang shook his head to the beat of the drums.
Jin Zhou generally doesn't do the kind of dynamic mixes that traditional DJs do. His music is very layered and has a high-end texture. He pays special attention to the listening experience of different channels. When you put on headphones, you will feel like the music is running around in your head, and you can't help but immerse yourself in the ocean of rhythm.
Unfortunately, this was just a demo version, and it ended before I could fully enjoy it. Song Shuyang let out a weird cry, "Hurry up and export it and post it on our band's account. It will definitely go viral."
Jin Zhou laughed softly, "That account has been down for a long time, no one has been using it for a long time."
"I'll help you run it. At worst, you can just dress up nicely and show your face in a few videos. I can also give your bar some free advertising."
"Now you don't mind me selling my body anymore?" Jin Zhou raised his eyebrows.
Song Shuyang scratched his face embarrassedly, "Life forces me..."
"Okay, sell your smiles to support the family," Jin Zhou rubbed his ears, "Go to bed early, we can talk about these things when we have time."
Thinking about helping Jin Zhou build his personal IP, Song Shuyang ran to his house without even having lunch after class the next afternoon. He already had the key to Jin Zhou's house, so he went straight to the bedroom without saying hello.
Jin Zhou was arranging music with his guitar when he was startled by the person rushing in. He held the guitar tightly, helplessly, "That burglar, there's a real person here."
"Should I rob you of your second-hand computer or your patinaed guitar?"
Jin Zhou looked down at his wide-open neckline and smiled shyly, "I'm afraid you'll rape me."
Song Shuyang: "..."
He took a closer look and found that Jin Zhou was dressed very coquettishly today. He wore a loose, slightly transparent white long-sleeved shirt that slightly revealed his shoulders, a pair of light blue ripped jeans with holes that went up to his thighs, and a black beanie. His already captivating eyes became even more alluring with the help of the black-framed glasses, which made Song Shuyang feel a little restless.
"You rarely dress so seductively." He narrowed his eyes.
Jin Zhou lifted up the collar of his shirt that had fallen below his shoulders, pretending to be reluctant but also welcoming. "Isn't this because I was thinking about the emperor coming to visit me today?"
Song Shuyang said "hmm" calmly, and the emperor was very pleased.
Jin Zhou patted his thigh and said, "Your Majesty, come and sit here."
"This... isn't good..."
Isn't sitting on your lap a bit too ambiguous?
Jin Zhou blinked her eyes, "Your Majesty, please favor me."
Song Shuyang walked over reluctantly, and was hugged tightly by his waist and pressed on his legs. Although his body had surrendered, his will remained firm. He thought sadly that it was mainly because he was dressed too provocatively today.
I really don't blame him, he just made a mistake that all men in the world would make.
From such a close distance, Jin Zhou was truly beautiful. His skin was all pale white, especially his face, which was delicate and lustrous. Even up close, he couldn't see a single pore. His face had the texture of white jade. The only imperfection was a few light brown freckles near the bridge of his nose, but Song Shuyang didn't think they were flaws. Instead, they looked like the delicate color a skilled craftsman had deliberately left on the jade.
And his three moles are really well chosen. There are only three of them on his entire body, and each one serves to add the finishing touch.
Jin Zhou handed him the guitar and said, "Since I'm so kind to your eyes, please help me record a dry track."
"Hey, stop being so narcissistic!" Song Shuyang took the piano and started to tune it, and asked, "Why should I play it? Don't you know how to play it yourself?"
Jin Zhou hugged him up, resting his chin on his shoulder and holding him in his arms, "You play it differently."
Song Shuyang lowered his head instantly, switching to a combative attitude. "You're trying to feel superior to me, aren't you?"
Jin Zhou was actually taking the opportunity to act coquettishly: "... Could you not be so blunt, Song Shuyang?"
He was so angry that he put down his guitar and was about to run away, but Jin Zhou held him back firmly, "Stop it, I want to hear you play."
The emperor pardoned the world: "I will pamper you, you little bastard, just once!"
Song Shuyang practiced the music twice and was basically familiar with it. He said to Jin Zhou, "Let's start recording."
Jin Zhou turned on the microphone and leaned on his shoulder to listen to him playing softly.
Song Shuyang has a problem when playing guitar. When he is anxious, he tends to miss the beat while playing. But today, whether he is trying to tease him or what, his fingering has slowed down a lot, and every note is exactly on the beat. It's a pity that he played a wrong note at the end.
Song Shuyang hurriedly turned off the microphone and turned to Jin Zhou and said, "Don't broadcast that part."
"It's okay, just do it again."
Song Shuyang adjusted his state and got back into the music. He felt Jin Zhou's fingers gently tapping the rhythm on the back of his hand, and his heart seemed to be beating to the same rhythm.
The two of them played the guitar music with three hands together.
Jin Zhou lowered his head and brushed his lips against his ear, then asked softly, "Are you hungry, Zai Zai?"
"Why don't you process it on the computer while it's still hot?"
"That's not urgent, let's go eat first."
Song Shuyang jumped off him, feeling a little embarrassed after realizing it belatedly. He didn't dare look up at Jin Zhou, and deliberately tried to find fault to cover up his embarrassment, "You're not going out wearing this, are you?"
Jin Zhou chuckled, "I'll change, you go out and wait for me."
Afraid that he would think she was jealous, Song Shuyang tried to cover up by saying something before closing the door: "I'm just worried that you'd catch a cold, don't think too much."
After saying that, he burst out laughing and ran away covering his mouth.
Walking downstairs, Song Shuyang followed behind Jin Zhou and couldn't help but stare at his hand hanging at his side. His fingers were thin and strong, with distinct joints but not too prominent. His whole hand was slender and well-proportioned, making people... really want to hold it.
As soon as this idea popped into his mind, Song Shuyang himself was shocked.
How could he become so shameless! Did he easily accept that he and Jin Zhou could just hold hands on the street?
But when I think about it carefully, I have just done something even more out of line. Now I am struggling with whether to hold hands or not. It feels absurd, like breaking into a house and killing someone, and then the police rush in and ask you why you entered someone's house without shoes.
Obviously, Jin Zhou was this kind of policeman, oh no, this kind of ridiculous person. He actually turned around and asked very sincerely: "Can I hold your hand?"
Song Shuyang: "Are there any other options?"
"Yes, you can choose to be held by me, or hold my hand, or we can both jump into the river and commit suicide together."
"ah???"
Is it necessary to be so extreme?
Jin Zhou couldn't help laughing, and inserted his five fingers forcefully yet gently into his fingertips, filling it up completely.
"Just kidding, I don't want to die."
Song Shuyang pinched his hand angrily, "Can you please stop saying that word all the time?"
Song Shuyang would become very sensitive whenever words like these were mentioned. Jin Zhou realized that he had said something out of turn and stroked the back of his hand with his thumb in a flattering manner.
The two of them walked on the street, and although they attracted some attention, Song Shuyang was in no mood to care. He thought for a while and suddenly asked Jin Zhou: "Can you accompany me to Beijing this weekend?"
Jin Zhou was stunned.
He knew that Song Shuyang had deep feelings for the land where he was born, and he also knew that he had lost the courage to return to his hometown because of someone or something.
Calculating the date, this Saturday is that person's death anniversary.
He didn't ask any more questions and replied softly, "Okay."
Song Shuyang called Song Nian in the evening and said he wanted to go to pay his respects to his father. Song Nian was also startled on the other end of the phone and asked him cautiously: "Are you going alone? Mom is a little worried..."
"I will accompany his Aunt Song." said Jin Zhou who was listening on the side.
"Then I'm relieved. Yangyang, you must stay close to your brother and don't run around by yourself, okay?"
Song Shuyang laughed, "Mom, how old am I?"
"I'm not worried that you'll get lost, I'm worried about you... Never mind, buy Mom a bunch of flowers when the time comes."
"Yeah, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Jin Zhou sat closer to him and said, "Let's go and come back on the same day. Don't delay your classes."
Song Shuyang knew that he was afraid that staying too long would affect his mood, so he nodded obediently.
Jin Zhou stood up to leave, but Song Shuyang grabbed his clothes.
"Jin Zhou, can you... wait until I fall asleep before leaving?"
Just think that he was taking advantage of Jin Zhou's love for him. He felt really bad when he thought about going back to Beijing to see that person.
The mattress sank slightly, and Jin Zhou sat down next to him again.
"You've grown up, Zai Zai," Jin Zhou patted him gently through the quilt. "To be honest, I never thought you would take the initiative to ask to come and see your father."
Song Shuyang said in a muffled voice: "Every year when this day is approaching, my heart becomes so blocked. When I close my eyes, I always feel that he has come to see me, but I know that he doesn't love me that much."
"It would be nice to go and untie the knot in my heart."
"Well, I think there are some things that you have to do even if you don't want to do them. Avoiding them all the time is not a solution."
Jin Zhou felt somewhat relieved.
It seems that he has really grown up after his birthday. He would never say such things before.
"Close your eyes and go to sleep. Think about tomorrow's affairs tomorrow."
"Jin Zhou, can you always be my brother?"
Because of anxiety, Song Shuyang's eyelashes were trembling slightly when he said this.
"Of course," Jin Zhou was already used to his unrealistic requests, lowering his head and kissing his eyebrows, "As long as you want, I will always be here, even if we are together in the future, even if we break up."
Song Shuyang turned over and muttered softly: "You're thinking about breaking up before we're even together."
Although she was complaining, her expression had returned to a calm state. She smelled the pleasant scent on Jin Zhou and fell into a deep sleep.
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