Sun Chaser
Lying in bed, Song Shuyang couldn't fall asleep due to his chaotic thoughts. He suffered from insomnia, which was a rare condition for him.
He had a very strange feeling in his heart, which was indescribable. If he had to describe it, it was that he and his friends were standing on the starting line, playing and joking, but when he looked up, everyone had already run hundreds of meters away, and he was the only one who was still standing there.
He hates change and is afraid of change. This is the traumatic stress syndrome brought to him by his turbulent childhood. If possible, he hopes that everyone will stay where they are and play with him for the rest of their lives instead of actively catching up with others.
So when he saw Jin Zhou showing a side different from the naughty and bickering brother in his memory, he was frightened by this sudden change, and then thought that Jin Zhou would get married, have children, and do that kind of thing with women.
Of course you have to do that to have a child, otherwise where would he come from?
Then he thought of the couple hugging and biting each other on the dance floor. They must be doing that kind of thing too.
It's bad! It seems like everyone in the world has to do that kind of thing, maybe he has to do it too!
As he thought about this, he broke out in cold sweat and his body had strange reactions.
He is not stupid, he has learned physiological knowledge, of course, he is nineteen years old, he has experienced it countless times.
But this was the first time he felt so ashamed about such a thing.
He couldn't stop his brain from replaying the image of Jin Zhou with his clothes soaked. His abdominal muscles were indeed well-shaped and his chest muscles were full. Compared to his skinny figure, he must be more popular with girls.
With so many girls liking him, has he really never done that kind of thing?
He didn't know Jin Zhou at all. He didn't know if he smoked or not. Even if he had been in a relationship, he didn't need to report it to him. Besides, that kind of thing wasn't something you could only do after being in a relationship. He was in such a messy place, he might be a sex offender.
The more Song Shuyang thought about it, the more disgusting he felt about Jin Zhou.
He turned over and lay on his side, suppressing his body's abnormal reactions. With his ear pressed against the pillow, he could hear the thumping of his heartbeat.
His cheeks felt inexplicably hot, and the heat spread all the way to his ears. Even his breathing felt hot. He thought the air conditioner was broken, otherwise why would it be so hot? He got angry at the air conditioner remote control and angrily lowered the temperature to 16 degrees.
But it's still hot.
He gritted his teeth and cursed: "Idiot!"
"Stupid stupid stupid!"
I don’t know who he is scolding.
He dreamed all night long, all kinds of messy things. He felt like he was awake, but in fact he was not. He felt like he was locked in an airtight cover, making it hard for him to breathe.
So the next day.
Song Shuyang happily received a package of medicine for colds and fevers.
He heard Jin Zhou talking on the phone with his mother outside the door, "Okay, I understand, Aunt Song, don't worry."
There were three knocks on the door. It was Jin Zhou who still adhered to the rule he had said last night that no one was allowed to enter his room. Jin Zhou asked outside the door: "Song Shuyang, can I come in?"
Song Shuyang said in a hoarse voice: "Just come in, why are you asking me?"
It was as if he had listened to everything he said before.
Jin Zhou came in with a bowl of chicken soup and said, "Drink something hot to help you sweat."
Song Shuyang felt weak all over, his muscles ached, and he didn't want to move at all.
"Let me help you sit up."
Jin Zhou reached out to help him, and Song Shuyang subconsciously dodged, but as he dodged, something happened.
There was a cold and sticky feeling coming from under the quilt.
After realizing what it was, his face turned even redder. Jin Zhou, who hadn't noticed anything yet, put the back of his hand on his forehead to check the temperature. "Do you want to go to the hospital? Won't it burn your brain if it's so hot? You're not very smart to begin with."
"Don't touch me!"
Song Shuyang's breath was hot and he felt so embarrassed that he wanted to die on the spot.
If it were before last night, he would definitely have told Jin Zhou what was wrong with him, and even had the nerve to make a few dirty jokes. After all, all men are like this, so why should he be shy? He had bumped into Jin Zhou several times before. But after a night, he didn't know what subtle changes had occurred in his body, and he physiologically resisted this strong adult man getting close to him.
Jin Zhou was stunned by the shouting, his hand frozen in the air, not knowing whether he should retract it.
Song Shuyang blushed and said, "You go out first."
Jin Zhou stared at him for a while and suddenly realized something.
He lifted the quilt and sure enough.
Song Shuyang was so ashamed that he wanted to curl himself up into a ball and shove himself into the pillow. He covered his eyes with his hands so that Jin Zhou wouldn't see his weird expression. Tears welled up in his eyes.
Luckily, Jin Zhou didn't embarrass him. He just said, "Let me take down the sheets and wash them for you. Don't sleep on wet sheets. You'll catch a cold anyway."
Song Shuyang slowly sat up and stood on the other side of the bed, watching Jin Zhou help him remove the sheets and quilt cover.
He thought, it was a good thing it was Jin Zhou and not another man, otherwise he would have bitten his tongue and committed suicide.
He swallowed hard and asked Jin Zhou, "Can I wash it by hand? Don't put it in the washing machine."
"You have to wash it by hand. How can you put it in the washing machine if your brain is fried?"
Jin Zhou took out clean sheets from his closet and changed them for him, then carried the dirty ones out. Before leaving, he reminded him, "Drink the soup and take the medicine again. I'll take your temperature again after I wash you up. If your fever doesn't go away, I'll take you to the hospital."
He found a large basin, threw everything in his hands into it, and stared at the piece that was slightly darker in color.
Song Shuyang relied on him too much, and was willing to hand over even such things to him.
Jin Zhou sighed and slowly poured water into the basin.
…
Song Shuyang's fever came on quickly and subsided quickly. Before noon, Jin Zhou hung up the washed sheets and quilt covers, and then went to take his temperature and found that he was no longer feverish.
The other symptoms haven't healed yet, my nose is blocked and my tonsils are terribly swollen.
After Jin Zhou fed him the medicine, he asked him, "What would you like to eat for lunch?"
"Will you do it for me?"
"Um."
"I want to eat the noodles with soybean paste you made."
He hadn't eaten Jin Zhou's cooking for a long time and was craving it.
The fried noodles made by Jin Zhou are different from those made by others. There is plenty of meat and the sauce is not sweet. He hates sweet sauce the most.
But this request was rejected by Jin Zhou, "Your throat is so swollen, you can't eat such heavy food, eat something light."
Song Shuyang slammed the bed angrily, "Then why are you asking me?"
Jin Zhou grinned, "I want to express your brother's sincerity."
In the end, Jin Zhou still made it for him, but it was a version with less sauce. Song Shuyang found it tasteless, just like eating noodles without any flavor.
He only ate half a bowl and didn't want to eat anymore. Jin Zhou coaxed him in a low voice: "Even if you feel uncomfortable, eat a little more. It will take longer to recover if you are hungry."
Song Shuyang ate two more bites from his hand with chopsticks, but his throat was so sore that he couldn't swallow it and burst into tears in pain.
Jin Zhou couldn't force him to eat anymore since he was like this. He ruffled his hair and sighed, "Get well soon, Zai Zai."
Jin Zhou didn't go to the store for the next two days. He took care of Song Shuyang at home wholeheartedly. On the third day, he felt guilty and took the initiative to say to Jin Zhou: "I said that when I was angry that night. You should go to work now."
As a result, Jin Zhou told him that there was a fight that night and Helios was ordered to suspend business for rectification. It was not because of him that he did not go, which made Song Shuyang condemn his conscience in vain.
Jin Zhou sighed calmly, "Alas, I've become a homeless person."
"How long will the business be closed?"
"At least a month."
Song Shuyang suggested to him eagerly: "Let's go out and sing for money. I play the guitar and you sing, or you play and I sing. If we become popular, we can start a live broadcast to make money."
"Let's talk about it after you get better."
He didn't agree right away, but the more Song Shuyang thought about it, the more he felt that this was a good idea. The singing live broadcast rooms he usually saw were just so-so. As long as Jin Zhou was willing to start a live broadcast, he would definitely be number one.
He got excited and immediately placed orders for various live broadcast props.
Song Shuyang was ill for a week. When he recovered, he felt refreshed and even looked at Jin Zhou more favorably. On a sunny afternoon, he broke into Jin Zhou's room and formally proposed a cooperation invitation.
Jin Zhou picked up his pile of scrap metal and studied it for a while. "I'm not trying to discredit you, but with your equipment, do you think you can compete with professional anchors?"
"Just give it a try. It's free. If you don't agree, I'll tell my mom about you selling sex in the bar."
Jin Zhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "When did I sell meat, huh?"
Song Shuyang didn't want to talk about this matter anymore, so he just brushed it off and said arrogantly, "Anyway, you have to join me."
He didn't give Jin Zhou time to refuse. "Let's come up with a name for our group. What do you think is good?"
While Song Shuyang was still struggling between the "Invincible Sun Band" and the "Strongest Sunlight Band", Jin Zhou wrote a few words on his music notebook:
Sun Chaser
So that night, the newly-formed Sun Chaser band started their debut performance.
Song Nian's room was also on the first floor. To avoid disturbing her rest, Song Shuyang put all his things in Jin Zhou's room, making his already small room even more cramped. Song Shuyang promised him: "I'll buy you a bigger bedroom when I make money in the future."
It wasn't even an apartment, just a bedroom for him.
Jin Zhou laughed, "Okay, I'll wait."
Song Shuyang cleared his throat. Although the phone could only capture the two people below their lips, it was still a little embarrassing to do a live broadcast for the first time. Moreover, there were not as many people as he expected as soon as the broadcast started.
He looked back in frustration and asked, "Is the lighting on my set unprofessional?"
Jin Zhou smiled and said, "It's not that easy to become famous."
He tuned up his guitar and asked Song Shuyang, "What do you want to sing?"
"You sing, and I'll play."
He took the guitar and played "Mercury" using muscle memory.
Jin Zhou knew what song he was talking about right away. When the prelude ended, he followed the beat precisely, and his deep and magnetic voice accompanied by the slow guitar sound poured out in the small bedroom.
"I am fascinated by your eyes, and I can find traces of the galaxy..."
The live broadcast room started to get crowded.
[Wow, wow, a treasure new anchor]
[The little brother playing the guitar has beautiful hands]
[Are the anchors a couple? [Starry Eyes]]
Song Shuyang was concentrating on playing the piano and didn't pay attention to the barrage of comments. Jin Zhou smiled and shook his head at the screen.
He continued to sing softly: "How far do I have to go to enter your heart? How long will it take to get close to you? I am so close to you, but I cannot get close to you..."
The singing suddenly stopped, Song Shuyang also stopped playing, turned around and asked Jin Zhou: "What's wrong?"
Jin Zhou said, "It's okay, let's sing another song."
When the live stream ended, the maximum number of people online was only about ten. Song Shuyang looked at the data and was very depressed. "This is still far from making a lot of money to buy you a new bedroom."
Jin Zhou was packing up his things by himself and said with a smile, "It's okay, just treat it as a casual play."
"I'm going back to bed. You should go to bed early too."
"Well, good night."
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