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For Cen Ye, this winter has never been so difficult as these days.

In fact, I still laugh and scold my brothers every day, smoke, listen to songs, and compose music in my spare time. Not to mention that the things written are quite emotional, depressed and depressed, he played and sang again, and Zhao Tan was not good when he heard it, and his eyes were straight and stunned. When he went to sing in the evening, he let out a hysterical roar to welcome the fanatical worship of more and more fans. Occasionally, I swiped Weibo and saw that the number of single comments was about to exceed 1,000. At this time, a thought will float through my mind: he may be gradually becoming popular, he has attracted so many people to like him, he is so good, why can't she look down on him?

Even without her in the time period, no matter how lively life is, every day I actually start to look forward to the hours when I go to the studio to train. I was a little absent-minded from eating lunch, and I saw who was not pleasing to the eye. Obviously, when I didn't misunderstand her mind before, I wouldn't have done this...... So much so that Keiko said: Ono, are you her, is it menopause, and you become a ghost at noon every day?

With Cen Ye's temperament, in fact, he had already made up his mind that night, gave up this breath, and broke off the mind that was clearly provoked by mistake. But every time I walked to the gate of that courtyard, I had to feel frustrated again. Looking at the clear shadow, standing in the room, as if whoever came and who went and who passed by couldn't disturb her dusty heart. Cen Ye's heart is cold, cold through. But a certain suppressed emotion is hot and hot, and it can't help itself. You must know that as long as people are out of balance between hot and cold, there is something wrong. So much so that every time Cen Ye stepped into Xu Xunsheng's studio, his face was almost stiff and unable to extricate himself.

He really didn't want to talk to her. If she loses, she can't figure out whether she should fall or go. He even began to think about the approach of the two men a few days ago. She has always been a Buddha, she will glare at him, play tricks, and occasionally make him soften in a very low voice. Since when has this friendship vanished?

He held the guitar, sat in the corner of the basement, looked at her in white clothes and black pants, simple and fresh, and said something to the altar, so the corners of his mouth showed a shallow smile, and the smile was so bright that it was enough to blind every man's eyes, but they didn't even notice it. Seeing that she would also say a few words to Zhang Tianyao, the two seemed to have reconciled without any guilt. At that time, Cen Ye's heart would be faintly blocked, thinking that Lao Tzu is not even as good as Zhang Tianyao now, and even he is not as good as him!

Occasionally, the two would make eye contact, almost at the same time, indifferently looking away. It's as if no one knows anyone. So the next time there is contact, Cen Ye will become more indifferent. But the more he did this, the more uncomfortable his heart became.

So much so that this weekend night, he got out of bed together, and he caught a cold for no reason. I had a terrible headache, my nose was stuffed, and I was speechless. I didn't go to work during the day, I stayed in bed for a day, and I felt better at night, Zhao Tan came to pick him up and went to the bar to perform, and said to him on the way: Xu Xunsheng doesn't want to participate in the finals.

Cen Ye's whole brain was still drowsy and empty because of his illness, Zhao Tan looked at his slightly pale expression and said, "Do you want to call her and persuade her?"

Cen Ye heard himself say, "What kind of persuasion? I'm shameless." Zhao Tan was stunned, and then didn't say anything more. Cen Ye walked straight out.

There was a balcony outside the lounge, facing the dark and uninhabited alley, the ground was dappled with oil and mud, and the air was extremely humid and cold. Cen Ye's brain was blown a little clearer by the wind, and when he thought of Zhao Tan's words, he suddenly realized that his heart had already been blocked by something.

He's the lead singer, he's the soul of the band, and now that someone wants to quit, he has to ask for it. Thinking of this reason, he dialed Xu Xunsheng's phone almost immediately.

……

As he expected, the two chatted simply and clearly, and they didn't care about each other. After she said no, his heart was as depressed as the night outside the window, and the headache hit again, and his nose looked at the fortress. He hung up the phone directly, and somehow, he didn't even want her to know. It's still negative, since you don't care about me, even if I die, it has nothing to do with you.

Turning around, he entered the house, and the band and the people at the bar were already waiting for him. He took the tea handed by Zhao Tan and poured a big sip, feeling that his throat was refreshed.

"Get dry!" Cen Ye yelled, picking up his guitar. Everyone else laughed, and he was the first to walk out of the door, into the psychedelic lights and the cheers of the audience, into the world of life and death.

The next day, Cen Ye couldn't get up at all, Zhao Tan brought him back anti-inflammatory medicine and cold medicine, boiled a large pot of water for him, and told him to rest at home and order takeout for three meals a day.

Cen Ye was lying alone in the house, of course there was no heating in this simple room, he was so cold that he was so cold that he covered two quilts by himself, and he didn't want to eat for a day, so he covered his sweat. In the evening, I finally felt refreshed and hungry, so I used my mobile phone to order takeout.

He took a shower and got up, stared at the pork ribs and stewed yam and chili fried pork for a moment, and then swept away.

In the evening, Zhao Tan, Zhang Tianyao, and Waist came back together, and they asked Cen Ye if he was better, Cen Ye was playing games on his mobile phone on the bed, and said without raising his head: "It's too good to be better, and it's a good man." ”

They packed some food and came back, and sat down in the middle of the hut, eating beer and chatting with each other. Cen Ye played the game for a while and asked, "How is the afternoon practice?"

"Oh, not really. Huizi replied, "If you're not here, we'll practice the tune by ourselves." It's just that without you and Teacher Xu, it's a little lonely. ”

Cen Ye raised his head, and his tone was not shocked: "She hasn't been working with us for a long time anyway, and she didn't participate this afternoon, right?"

Zhang Tianyao lowered his head to eat and did not speak.

Zhao Tan took a bite of the meat skewer and said, "She didn't come to the studio in the afternoon, so she put the key under the doormat and let us open the door by ourselves." ”

Huizi smiled and said, "Teacher Xu is really big-hearted, and he really trusts us enough. However, the last time I heard her say, the winter vacation class has been taught, so naturally there is no need to come to the studio every day. I guess she is going to go out to play, or go home directly for the New Year. But let's wait for the finals, and then we will go to Beijing to participate in the competition recording after the year. It is estimated that there will be fewer meetings with her in the future. ”

Cen Ye didn't speak, and Huizi didn't notice anything, but then, Cen Ye caught a glimpse of Zhao Tan and Zhang Tianyao both glancing at him, with different expressions. After Cen Ye originally realized that he was "seriously ill", his heart that had been instantly enlightened and transparent suddenly became irritable again. And the irritability is not like the turbulent one of the previous days, but like a few tangled threads, buried in the chest.