The sound of seconds moving could be heard in the office, and Qiusheng put his bag on the table, and the whole person was tired and fell asleep on the desk. She was sleepy and tired, and for days she couldn't sleep because of some strange thoughts in her head.

Xia Yidong was carrying a black guitar bag, and when he opened the door and came in, he saw Qiusheng sleeping soundly on the table, so he moved to her side with light steps, and found that Qiusheng's mobile phone was still on, so he didn't plan to wake up the sleeping assistant. He accidentally glanced at the photo on the mobile phone screen about He Qianlan's schedule, and realized that at this point in time, Qianlan was preparing to record a variety show to promote the new album. Thinking about it carefully, when she met Qianlan a few days ago, she and her team were still preparing props for the show......

Xia Yidong suddenly had a spirit, and when he first entered the door of the company, he saw the KT board standing on the back wall, wasn't it exactly what Qianlan was going to use today? Such an important thing actually fell on the company, Xia Yidong took off the guitar on his back, rushed out of the office with a brisk walk, and hurriedly took the KT board and took a taxi and went straight to the scene where Qianlan recorded a variety show.

As soon as I got in the car, there was thunder, and then the raindrops as big as beans hit the windshield, Xia Yidong specially instructed the driver to hurry up and drive faster, just thinking about not delaying the progress of Qianlan's shooting because of the lack of props. The rain was getting heavier and heavier along the way, and looking at the dense rain outside the window, he was secretly glad that he was shooting the interior scene.

He didn't know what impulsive things he was doing, and these things were also done for him by fans. He has never found the kind of "love" in this world that is like all beliefs, pure and absolute, making people forget who their names are, with a low posture and a moth to a fire. And at this moment, Xia Yidong's heart is filled with another more powerful force, as if the vast universe has found the stars that surround it all year round.

After about an hour, Qiusheng woke up to find that she was still alone in the office.

All the staff at the variety show were nervously setting up the stage, and Gay held the roster of recording personnel and the list of items in his hands to ensure that the details of each scene were implemented. Several cameras were driving on the tripods, the power cords were wrong on the ground, the makeup artist was touching up Qianlan's makeup, and the dancers and bands on one side were in full swing preparing for the later shoot. The chaos of the scene seems to be going on in an orderly manner, and only Gay has the eyes to find loopholes.

"It's broken! KT board! Props group! Why is there one less KT board?! ”

Xia Yidong's appearance was quite timely, making the anxious backstage and the panicked Qianlan seem to see the light of a savior.

"Oh my God!" The first thing Gay saw was not Xia Yidong, whose hair was slightly damp, but the KT board he was holding in his hand. It was only a minute before the recording time, and the moment Gay snatched the KT board from his hand, the originally frozen air flowed again.

Xia Yidong's gaze passed through the people walking back and forth, and ran straight into Qianlan's eyes, and at this time, the screams of the audience at the variety show could be clearly heard backstage. His eyes seemed to comfort her: Don't worry, you can do it, I'm here.

Qiusheng called Xia Yidong only to learn that he was at the scene of the Qianlan variety show, and when he asked him what the situation was, he was only told that he didn't need to wait for him to come back. Qiusheng thought to herself that this was just right, and she seized the opportunity to conduct a late-night search, but she couldn't ask for it.

Qiusheng locked the guitar left by Xia Yidong at a glance, and the black bag must contain something she couldn't usually see. So I carefully opened the bag, took out the guitar and stood aside, and searched it from the outside to the inside.

Picks, strings, tuners, Bluetooth speakers, and a booklet that is used to keep music in summer and winter. Qiusheng carefully examined the front and back of each paddle, and flipped through the pamphlet without landing on the ground, everything was normal and ordinary without the slightest clue.

If anything, it's a scribbled text on the booklet—

The life of floating grass, a life like mine

The sun is you, with a smile and every breath

The life of dust, the life of mine

The breeze is you, a roll and a thousand wisps of tenderness

……

Qiusheng thought that these were lyrics written by Xia Yidong essays, and musicians were obsessed with recording those trivial inspirations. But through such words, Qiu Sheng found that there was an almost humble emotion hidden in it, with the sensitivity of a reporter, Xia Yidong may love someone in his heart.

Although messy, with a date signed above each page, this booklet chronicles inspiration for more than a year. With his knowledge of summer and winter these days, he always writes lyrics and composes music late at night, and does not rest until dawn. Now it seems that this habit has been used for several years, and Qiusheng is inexplicably a little distressed about the profession of a singer.

Qiusheng suddenly remembered that when she applied for an assistant that day, she said that she knew who Xia Yidong loved in her heart. At that time, Xia Yidong immediately agreed to let her be an assistant as if she had been killed, but Qiusheng didn't know that this person existed, it was just an expedient solution she came up with.

For a celebrity artist, all scandals will attract wild bees and butterflies, even if some people care about the truth and fiction, but the process of verification is a catastrophe, Qiusheng has been a reporter for so many years, and he knows what kind of topic will make people at a loss.

In this way, only by asking Xia Yidong about the past can we get some substantive clues. Qiusheng took a picture of each page of text with his mobile phone, and put everything back in the bag. When her eyes fell on the guitar again, Qiusheng couldn't help but remember that she had learned guitar for a few years when she was a child, and then she gradually became rusty because of the nervousness of her homework and living in school.

"Ding~" Qiusheng plucked the fifth string, and the clear sound indicated that this was a good piano. I haven't touched it for many years, and my fingers are already a little stiff, but Qiusheng sits down and holds the guitar and becomes familiar little by little. After a while, the fingertips of her left hand felt a slight pain due to the lack of calluses.

Before you know it, the wee hours have passed.

Qiusheng opened his mobile phone and flipped out the booklet he had just taken, and played a few chords on the piano score on it. Jerky at first, gradually soothing until the melody is smooth and the strings are swirling. Although she hasn't played for a long time, talent doesn't disappear because it hasn't been explored.

"Why do you always feel that there are shortcomings......

The melody composed of the intermittent inspirations of summer and winter is sewn together and pieced together between the fingers of autumn. It was already past two o'clock in the morning until Qiusheng was satisfied with the whole song.

Time ran a little fast, and Xia Yidong only returned to the office at this time, and he bumped into Qiusheng holding a guitar and flirting.

"Do you know how to play too?" His hair had dried, the rain had stopped outside, and he didn't go home until the variety show was finished. Somehow, Xia Yidong always felt that Qianlan needed her presence very much.

"Well, I've learned a little before, by the way, how is the section catalog?"

"Very good, everything went well. It's so late, you go back, it just happened that the rain stopped. ”

"Well, I'm about to leave, and you're still writing songs tonight?"

"Of course, I spend every night writing songs, it's my habit."

"Every day?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing, then you can write it, I'll go first."

Qiusheng took his mobile phone and bag, walked to the door and was stopped by Xia Yidong.

"By the way, remember to give me Qianlan's schedule, maybe I will encounter today's situation in the future."

"Okay, you're worried about her?" Qiusheng turned his head and his gaze met Xia Yidong's eyes.

Although Xia Yidong said "You think too much", the dodgy eyes clearly told Qiusheng "You guessed right".

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