Baby’s Breath

"I called to ask when there are vacancies. I can't go today during the holidays. Are you free these days? I will send you a message when I say yes!"

Cheng Yu had a lot to say, but in the end he only said "um". +++ Popular Tanmei Novel: www.NovelMTL.com He doesn't want to talk to Xue Youka, but feels that in this situation, alienating a little and returning to the general friend (guanguan) department is good for him and himself.

Maybe I don't contact me, I'll be normal in a few days.

Without saying a few words, the phone hung up.

Cheng Yu threw away the phone, silent mode, closed the door of the piano room, and put on soundproof earmuffs.

Xue Youka called and asked about the hotel, then contacted the group buying merchant and booked a room for next Tuesday.

Wow Kakaka: "I have booked for next Tuesday, okay?"

He made a phone call not long ago, and now he sends a message again, and he ignores people again.

No one likes dealing with people who don’t reply to news. Xue Youka is no exception. But when he went out with Cheng Yu, Xue Youka knew that he really didn’t like to play with mobile phones, and he did not rely on the Internet and social interaction—this kind of people belong to the modern age. Rare species.

Doesn't it really happen to (fa) something serious?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt wrong, even when I just called, Cheng Yu's voice seemed to be restraining something.

Because he had changed his cell phone, he couldn't find the address that Turbo had sent to him in the chat history, so he had to make a voice call to Lin Shimao.

"Brother Mao?"

"Huh? What's the matter?" Lin Shimao's usual gentle voice was a little dumb: "No, it's the junior of Turbo, Kaka."

Xue Youka heard him talking to people.

"Brother Mao, are you busy?"

"It's not busy, you say."

"Could you give me a turbo address. I lost my previous address when I changed my phone. I'll go see him."

In the morning, Xue Youka asked him about turbo. Lin Shimao thought about it: "I will send it to you later."

The place where Cheng Yu lives, which is their band's studio, is never let outsiders come. It is their most private rehearsal place.

However, Lin Shimao felt that this schoolboy and the turbo (guanguan) system were not common. After all, at the last music festival, he took Xue Youka to the backstage and heard from Mr. K that they still lived together during the few days in Shanghai.

"Okay," Xue Youka asked nonchalantly, "When are you coming back?"

"I'll be back next week, miss me?"

"Um... I want to see you perform."

"Okay, when we come back, I will send you a message as soon as possible and send you tickets for the show."

It's no wonder that Lin Shimao is so popular on the Internet, and there are no fewer people who like him than turbo. When talking to such a gentle-tempered person, Xue Youka's voice can't help but soften.

Only a person like Lin Shimao can endure the turbo's temper.

Holding the address, Xue Youka took a taxi, followed the navigation but accidentally took the wrong road, and made a big circle. At about 6 in the afternoon, Xue Youka found the gate of the courtyard in the photo sent by Lin Shimao.

The independent courtyard near the Wat Pho...

He has a new understanding of Cheng Yu's wealth.

Standing outside the door, I could vaguely hear the drums inside, not loud, but the drums were very strong, and it seemed that the drummer was in extreme anger.

The emotional appeal of the drums is very (strong qiang), Xue Youka knocked on the door: "Cheng Yu!"

He shouted a few times, probably not heard, Xue Youka waited for a while, and when there were no drums inside, he shouted again.

Cheng Yu noticed that his hands were bleeding without stopping. He was completely in a state of selflessness, breathing and drumming merged into one, the rhythm and rhythm were suddenly startled when he saw the blood splashing on the snare drum, and stopped his numb hands.

He usually does a lot of practice, and he usually needs to wear a bandage to practice again, so as not to get hurt. These days, it is a desperate heart, a little deliberate, not to mention that the drum skin is rotten, and one of the drumsticks is broken in his hand.

Pushing open the soundproof door of the piano room, I heard someone knocking on the door outside, calling him.

The voice has always appeared in his mind recently, and he can't forget it. Cheng Yu thought it was a hallucination. After a while, Xue Youka's voice became more and more authentic, and he opened the door.

Xue Youka stood outside the door, dressed very thickly, her nose was red with cold: "You finally opened the door, can I get in?"

Cheng Yu's gaze fell on his face, and after a long while, he let him in.

"I brought you Lantern Festival, do you have a kitchen here?" Xue Youka entered the yard, exclaimed in his heart, this yard is too big, at least one or two hundred square meters.

"I will not eat."

"Today is the Lantern Festival." Xue Youka turned around and noticed Cheng Yu's hand, "Did your hand...bleed?"

"It's okay." His attitude looks the same as usual, but the pressure is lower, "What are you doing (gan)?"

"Give you the Lantern Festival." Xue Youka didn't know why, and felt that something must have happened to Cheng Yu, so he was worried, so he had to come and see him.

"Don't talk about Lantern Festival, let me take a look at your hand." Xue Youka could not help but grabbed his wrist and saw the wound at the tiger's mouth, while Cheng Yu's arm was still trembling slightly, as if he was overstrength. Grasping his hand, Cheng Yu couldn't help curling up his five fingers, making his body stiff.

Xue Youka was incredible and couldn't help but raise the volume: "Are you playing drums like this? Is there a medicine kit!"

"Don't worry about it." It was caused by his too hard and the drumsticks rebounded too much.

Xue Youka didn't expect that there really is a plot like "Burst Drummer" in the real world: "Why don't you care about it, if my hand hurts, you have to put band-aids on me, don't care about your own injuries, do you drummers practice like this? Don’t take some protective measures?"

Cheng Yu looked down at him steadily, and then said, "There is a medicine kit."

It is not the first time that he has been injured. Cheng Yu really likes the feeling of being integrated with the instrument, as if he is no longer himself, and there is no need to think about things in reality, completely (off tuo) from the world.

Xue Youka put down the Lantern Festival and found the medicine cabinet. As Cheng Yu did last time, he took his hand and disinfected it with an iodophor cotton swab. After wiping the blood, he could see that he was bleeding from his mouth and there was blood in other parts of his palm. Bubble, shocking.

"You still practice with so many blood blisters? So crazy?"

The palm of his hand is not delicate, his palm is large, with a layer of cocoon. When Xue Youka's fingertips lightly swiped from his palm, like a group of ants, they returned to his heart nest again after going out to search for food.

"These blood blisters? I squeeze it for you..."

This is a kind of (strong qiang) dysfunction. He wants to squeeze something when he sees bubbles. He doesn't have acne, but his roommate Wang Jian has some pimples on his face. Xue Youka wants to ask him every time he sees it: " Shall I help you squeeze the acne?"

It feels very refreshing.

"The blood bubble needs to be squeezed to heal quickly. I promise that it won't hurt you." Xue Youka looked up at him, "Are you afraid?"

Cheng Yu: "..."

"...You squeeze."

Carefully dealt with the blood blisters on his hands and put on band-aids, Xue You went into the kitchen: "I'm cooking Yuanxiao. Do you want red bean paste, or candied dates, black sesame seeds, or ham?"

"I don't want to eat." The kitchen in his house is only used by Lin Shimao. Cheng Yu doesn't know how to cook. All orders, including clothes, are taken by the hotel laundry service center.

"Why are you so picky... this is delicious, if it's not convenient for you, can I feed you?" Xue Youka boiled a pot of water and threw down some of the Lantern Festival of various flavors.

"No." Cheng Yu smelled the aroma of glutinous rice.

"Then I'll cook it all, I'll eat it myself, do you have anything else here?" Xue Youka opened their refrigerator, which contained only wine and mineral water.

Xue Youka ordered a takeaway: "What do you usually eat, you can't locate it here."

"Hotel delivery."

"Can the hotel deliver goods?"

"Lin Shimao opened it."

"Oh…"

Mist came out of the boiling water pot, and under the white mist, Xue Youka's profile was so blurred that he could not see clearly, like an illusion.

Cheng Yu saw God, and felt dull in his heart. Xue Youka turned off the fire and fished out the Lantern Festival with a spoon.

"Really not eating?"

"No." Bai Shengsheng's glutinous rice **** looked very cute in the bowl.

"Oh, then you call the hotel takeaway, you can't locate it here, there is no rider to take the order." Xue Youka took the bowls and chopsticks, and sat down in the restaurant outside.

The restaurant has a half-wall window, and you can see the snow piled up on the blue-grey (colored) brick walls outside.

The freshly cooked Lantern Festival burns his mouth, and his teeth are grinning.

"You eat slowly."

Cheng Yu couldn't help but say.

"Woo, it's delicious." He was so hot that he couldn't speak clearly, took a spoonful, and handed it to Cheng Yu, "Try it."

He just used this spoon.

Cheng Yu tightened his lips.

Xue Youka: "It's stuffed with black sesame seeds."

Cheng Yu looked at that serious face, and the moment he lowered his head and held the hot porcelain spoon, he felt so hopeless.