Chapter 19

Xie Yang poured a bowl of chicken soup, and everyone became energetic.

Ke Lan: Jie Yang is right, the IUD hasn’t worn off yet.

Xu Chenhao: Yeah.

Only Tong Jian deviated from the point: Are you recording the new song? when? How come I don’t know? Wasn’t the arrangement just completed? And the lyrics and song title are already out?

Everyone: ...

The atmosphere in the group relaxed instantly, and Ke Lan sent two voice messages to the group.

"The lyrics have been finalized, and the song title has also been decided, it's called "IUD"."

"We rose with the album 'IUD', and let's end with 'IUD', let's cheer for each other."

After a long silence.

Tong Jian: Come on! !

Xu Chenhao: Come on.

Hu Biao: Come on!

Xie Yang smiled and also sent a message of encouragement. In a good mood, he couldn't help but open Qiu Xing's WeChat and asked: When will you be back? Please watch the performance.

Qiu Xing replied immediately: Immediately.

Xie Yang paused, then quickly understood something. He stood up, walked out of the room, and went to the balcony, looking in the direction of the second gate of the community.

Ten seconds later, the light of the car lights cut through the night, the second door slowly opened, and a familiar black car drove in from outside and headed straight for the villa.

Xie Yang turned around and went downstairs.

…

When Jie Yang arrived at the living room, Qiu Xing had already walked in. He was wearing a black suit and had no expression on his face. He was taking off his coat as he walked in. When he saw Jie Yang coming down, he just glanced at him indifferently, then threw his coat on the sofa, took off his tie and threw it away, then sat back on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Xie Yang sat on the long sofa next to Qiu Xing, and noticed that there were dark shadows under his eyes and his complexion was much worse than when he left, so he asked, "Are you tired?"

Qiu Xing didn't say anything. He stretched out his legs, crossed his hands and placed them on his abdomen, relaxed his shoulders and sank his breathing.

It seems that he is exhausted.

Jie Yang stood up.

"Where are you going?"

Xie Yang stopped and looked sideways at Qiu Xing. Seeing that his eyes were still closed, he replied, "Go get you some water. Your lips are very dry and you need to hydrate them."

"Hmph." Qiu Xing snorted with a laugh, raised his hand to unbutton his shirt, sank deeper into the sofa, and said in a hoarse voice from excessive fatigue, "I don't need you... sit down."

Liu Sha walked over lightly, made a "sit down" and "I'll do it" gesture to Jie Yang, then stepped forward to pick up Qiu Xing's coat and tie, and walked away lightly again.

Xie Yang sat back on the sofa and found that the nanny and assistant He Jun who were just around had disappeared without a trace. Now only he and Qiu Xing were left in the living room.

The hall was very quiet and Xie Yang could clearly hear Qiu Xing's breathing. The sound was gentle and long, but it somehow felt as if it was blocked by something and was uncomfortable to listen to.

He observed Qiu Xing's appearance at this moment.

No one looks good when they are sick, and Qiu Xing is no exception. As a villain in a romance novel, Qiu Xing, in line with popular belief, has a handsome face that rivals that of the male protagonist. However, due to his illness, his good looks are always shrouded in lingering sickness and depression, making it difficult for him to be noticed at the first sight.

For example, now, Qiu Xing was leaning back and forth on the sofa, his head slightly raised. The lines from his forehead to his chin and neck were as perfect as a work of art. But when anyone saw him, the first thing they would notice was definitely his sunken eye sockets and dry, dark lips.

Xie Yang recalled himself struggling to survive in the apocalypse in his previous life. At that time, he was very tired every day, lacking sleep, physically exhausted, his brain working too fast, and always on guard against being dragged into the abyss by danger... just like Qiu Xing now.

"What are you looking at?"

Xie Yang came back to his senses and looked into Qiu Xing's eyes which had opened at some point, and replied, "I'm just suddenly curious about you...what you looked like when you were young." He promptly changed his statement to "before you got sick."

Qiu Xing's face turned cold: "You said I'm old?"

“…”

Xie Yang felt that he was crazy for feeling sympathy towards Qiu Xing just now, and replied: "No, you are young."

Qiu Xing frowned and looked at Jie Yang unkindly. After a while, he suddenly closed his eyes again and leaned back on the sofa, looking annoyed and holding his breath.

Xie Yang also leaned back on the sofa.

After a while.

"you--"

"you--"

They both spoke and shut up at the same time.

Qiu Xing opened his eyes, leaned over, raised one hand to support his forehead and pressed his temple, half covering his eyes with his palm, and asked, "What performance?"

Liu Sha just brought up some water. Jie Yang stood up and took it. He picked up the small kettle and poured out a cup of warm water. He replied, "This is my first stage performance. Do you want to see it?" Then he handed the water to Qiu Xing.

Qiu Xing glanced at Jie Yang, sat up straight, took the water and drank it all, then said, "Not interested." After that, he stuffed the cup back into Jie Yang's hand, stood up and walked towards the stairs.

Xie Yang put down the cup and followed.

Qiu Xing stopped and turned around, standing on the stairs and looking down at Jie Yang, his brows furrowed, his whole body filled with an aura that kept people at a distance, and said, "Why are you following me?"

"I didn't follow you. I was going upstairs to rest."

“…”

A few seconds later, Qiu Xing turned around, strode upstairs, and disappeared around the corner of the stairs in a blink of an eye.

Xie Yang watched him leave, then continued to move forward.

"Little boss."

Xie Yang stopped and looked back.

Liu Sha stood at the bottom of the stairs and said, "When Ah Xing is not feeling well, he doesn't want to talk to anyone. Also... when he is outside, Ah Xing will ask Assistant He every day if he has received any new text messages."

Xie Yang was a little confused at first about what Liu Sha meant by her last sentence, but soon he remembered what he had said to He Jun before, that he would send a text message to He Jun to confirm whether Qiu Xing was resting before contacting Qiu Xing.

It seemed that after that, he never contacted Qiu Xing again because he was busy with Wen Yi's affairs.

Xie Yang put his hands in his trouser pockets and said, "Assistant Liu, call me Xie Yang from now on."

Liu Sha thought he was not accepting her hint, so she was silent for two seconds and said, "I understand. Then you should go to bed early. Good night."

"Where is the piano that Qiu Xing bought for me?"

Liu Sha stopped turning around.

Xie Yang walked downstairs: "If I practice the piano in my room, will the people on the second floor hear it?"

Liu Sha looked at Jie Yang, pursed her lips and smiled after a few seconds, and said: "I'm not sure either, maybe you can try."

…

The full moon rose into the sky.

Xie Yang took the piano to the balcony, found a place with the best light and stood there. He placed the piano on his left shoulder, tilted his head slightly, put his chin on the chin rest, raised his hand to place the bow on the piano, pressed his fingers on the strings, paused for a few seconds, and then gently pulled the bow.

A short noise, similar to the sound of sawing wood, drifted into the night.

He hadn't played the piano for a long time, and his fingers became stiff due to his emotions. As expected, the first note was off. Jie Yang paused, then laughed softly.

He loves this peaceful and prosperous era.

The cool night breeze of early autumn caressed his cheeks. Jie Yang closed his eyes, felt the temperature of the piano body, moved his wrist slightly, and played the second note.

Normal, slightly stiff piano sounds flowed out, and then the piano sounds connected into lines, woven into a net, taking hesitant steps in the air, running cautiously, and finally leaping happily, entangled in the breeze, stirring the moonlight, and spreading towards the depths of the darkness.

Xie Yang felt that he had also turned into a musical note. He stretched lazily in the moonlight, stepped on the clouds in the breeze, and broke free from all worldly shackles. He looked at the new world under his feet with curiosity and joy like a child, playing, frolicking, laughing heartily, and crying unbridled. Then, after being tired, he found the softest and safest cloud, hid in the deepest part and fell asleep peacefully.

downstairs.

In a dark room, Qiu Xing, who was unable to sleep due to a headache, sat against the head of the bed, an unlit cigarette between his fingertips, his head tilted back and his eyes closed, leaning against the soft pillow.

The sound of the piano stirred the darkness and surrounded it everywhere.

"laugh."

After a while, Qiu Xing crushed the cigarette into his palm, then threw off the quilt and lay down.

"What is that? It sounds ugly."

The note has found the cloud where it can sleep, and is curled up in it, stretching its body lazily and yawning slightly. Qiu Xing closed his eyes and involuntarily adjusted his breathing to the rhythm of the music.

The headache did not subside, but he fell asleep quickly.

…

Xie Yang stayed up late again.

Playing the violin in the middle of the night was really not a good idea. As he was playing, he suddenly got an inspiration and couldn't help but go back to his room to turn on the computer to record it. As he was recording, the day gradually brightened.

By the time Jie Yang closed his computer, the wall clock had already jumped to the usual breakfast time.

I feel very tired and want to sleep. But no, I have to fill my stomach first.

Xie Yang pushed away the computer and stood up, trying his best to resist the fatigue caused by lack of sleep as he went out and downstairs.

Qiu Xing downstairs had already woken up and was sitting at the dining table looking at his phone. There was breakfast on the table, but he didn't eat it. Xie Yang sat opposite Qiu Xing. He didn't even have the energy to say "morning". He picked up a steamed dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, then leaned back in the chair in a very unruly manner.

Qiu Xing looked Jie Yang up and down, his face darkened: "What's going on?"

"Stayed up late."

Qiu Xing's expression turned visibly colder.

"Don't talk." Xie Yang held up a palm. "When I don't get enough sleep, my temper will get worse. If you provoke me, I will probably scold you. Don't let that make you so angry that you can't eat."

Qiu Xing mocked with a fake smile: "I will be so angry at you that I can't eat? You?"

Xie Yang ate another bun and remained silent. When he is tired, he is too lazy to even talk.

Qiu Xing straightened his lips and looked at Li Yang expressionlessly for a while. Suddenly, he put his hands on the table, stood up and left.

Xie Yang ignored Qiu Xing. After finishing his breakfast, he went straight upstairs, took a quick shower, and then threw himself on the bed.

After sleeping for less than two hours, Xie Yang was awakened by the incessant ringing of his cell phone. He opened his dull and heavy eyes, took out his cell phone, answered the call, turned on the speakerphone, threw the phone next to the pillow, and closed his eyes again.

"Hello."

"Jie Yang, Mo Bin has issued another notice." Hu Biao's voice came with suppressed anger, "He distorted the facts, saying that he did have a conflict with Tong Jian and Ke Lan, but the source of the conflict was that Tong Jian and Ke Lan disliked the music he composed and wanted to buy it from outside, but he disagreed, so a disagreement arose."

Xie Yang sobered up a little and half opened his eyes: "Did his new company give up on him? Why did they let him talk nonsense like that?"

If Mo Bin remains silent, then all the unfavorable comments against Mo Bin on the Internet will be just rumors without any substantiation, and everyone will just spread them around. Now that Mo Bin has come out to respond, isn't this just asking for trouble?

"Mo Bin didn't just say that." Hu Biao took a deep breath, "He also got someone to tell you that your father wanted to sell you to someone else, saying that you became careless after that and looked down on the half-baked IUD. You've been trying to sow discord among the team members and break everyone up."

Xie Yang didn't expect that someone could be as stupid as Mo Bin. Lack of sleep made him angry, and he said briefly: "Don't bother with him, let him dance to his heart's content." After that, he hung up the phone, opened Weibo, typed with squinting eyes, turned off the phone and threw it aside, then pulled the quilt to cover himself.

Weibo.

[Jie Yang: @Mo Bin I'm going to catch up on some sleep first. When I wake up we can talk about my dad selling me out. 】

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