sunk into the earth

In the evening, Cheng Sheng went to Bli, didn't drink at all, lay on the bar counter and sucked ice-cola into his stomach, and slowly waited for him to talk nonsense to him after he finished his work in the background.

Qin Xiao strolled around the backstage for a few times, took a bag of freshly popped popcorn and went to look for Cheng Sheng in the lobby, saw Cheng Sheng in a distance, and gave an exaggerated "噫", sat next to the chair and stabbed him first: "Why are you dressed as if you just finished playing disco today? You're still old enough to be flirtatious."

"Isn't Zhang Chen about the same age as us? Can he dress like this and I can't?"

Qin Xiao opened a can of wine next to the strange flower of iced cola in this bar, and said casually: "He plays in a band, isn't it the same as us? At 40, he probably looks about the same as now."

They were a bachelor and a novice dad. They chatted casually next to the bar. After chatting about entrepreneurship and bands, Qin Xiao brought up Zhang Chen again, saying that this person was unbelievably serious at work. It is higher than the industry level, but Zhang Chen has a technical background anyway, and the lack of manpower allows him to run on both sides of technical users, and he will definitely be able to squeeze out his wages.

Cheng Sheng gululu finished his glass of iced Coke, stirred the ice cubes with a straw in his hand, and said, "He's a ghost. In the draft contract, I specifically picked out the overtime item for me to add. It can't squeeze him at all."

"This kid is really good!" Qin Xiao smacked her lips, but then said again: "He is a perfectionist, he says he doesn't work overtime, but if there is really unfinished work, he will finish it before you push him out of the office."

Cheng Sheng let out a "tss", but he believed it deeply in his heart.

But Qin Xiao thought he didn't believe it, so she flipped through Zhang Chen's past deeds in her mind, and swore to him: "The band has performed here for several years, and I know him well. Don't think he is usually gentle with others, but When it comes to serious things, it is necessary to turn over the chapter, pursue perfection in everything, and move the audio and tuning equipment in person. A song can be arranged in seven or eight editions. Qu is completely abolished, and he doesn't care that the results of several months of rushing are in vain, and Xian'er will be tossed to death by him. It can be seen that the more this person attaches importance to things, the more he likes to screw with himself."

With the last sentence, Cheng Sheng thought of himself, threw the glass on the bar with a bang, and drove from the bar to Zhang Shen's recording studio with a sigh of relief. Zhang Chen, who was a little drunk, waited until he was full.

Zhang Chen's normal appearance is nothing like when he was playing in a band. Cheng Sheng even suspected that there are two people in his body, one is responsible for talking to people, and the other is responsible for endlessly venting his repressed emotions. mood.

He looked at Zhang Chen who got out of the taxi, clutching the file bag he forgot in the car in the afternoon, and lied without blushing, saying that he was here to deliver the materials.

Zhang Chen first looked at the information bag in his hand, then raised his hand to look at his watch, and invited him to stay without any doubts. Pretty young."

The chirping insects in the dark night were ear-piercing, and Cheng Sheng followed Zhang Chen into the house, feeling a little smug in his heart—others must not be treated like Zhang Chen took the initiative to invite him home.

This recording studio is in the suburbs, a small villa on the second floor, the land is cheap, and it is surprisingly large.The interior decoration is in the same style as Zhang Shen himself, with a gray-blue low-fidelity harmony color, and its own air-conditioning cooling effect.

After entering the door, Cheng Sheng wandered around several rooms curiously, listening to Zhang Chen occasionally explaining the functions of the strange facilities inside, and casually making a few remarks.

He had heard that Zhang Chen preferred to buy some musical instruments that he was not good at, but he was still frightened when he opened the door of the room dedicated to storing musical instruments - this is not a musical instrument storage room, it is clearly a small musical instrument store.

"Why are there still violas and marimbas? You can meet them all?" Cheng Sheng went in and touched them one by one. He accidentally caught a glimpse of a sealed black big piano bag in the corner, but he didn't pay attention.

"A little bit, sometimes I need to add some marimba effects to the song, so I just learned some basic playing skills, and my level is very amateur."

Zhang Chen tasted good wine, and he couldn't tell that he had drunk unless he got close. He chatted with Cheng Sheng every now and then, as if he were talking to an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.On the way, he rubbed his eyes and went to the bedroom to change into pajamas. When he came out, he took another set and put it on Cheng Sheng's shoulder. information."

Cheng Sheng didn't want to mess around at work, so he took the pajamas and said "OK", then turned and walked into the bathroom.

But Zhang Chen behind him thought of something, and suddenly patted him on the shoulder from behind and said, "If you still lack people, I'll ask some colleagues who wanted to quit and see if they would like to come over."

Cheng Sheng was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what it meant, he joked, "You still have your own HR attributes? That's too polite."

Zhang Chen said: "It's right to recruit people to generate income for the company."

When Zhang Shen came out of the shower, the light was still on in Zhang Shen's studio. Cheng Sheng was wearing his pajamas, which was a size bigger than himself, and it was wet and stuck to his skin.This time, he didn't disturb other people's work. He dried his hair and glanced through the crack of the door. He saw the person inside was reading the materials with his head propped up and went back to the bedroom.

Zhang Chen in the studio only flipped through a few pages, and then leaned on the chair in a daze.He sat there for half an hour without reading a word. When he went out to fetch water, he accidentally walked to the door of his bedroom, gently opened the door, walked to the bed and sat down.

Half asleep and half awake, Cheng Sheng felt a person approaching him, and that person kept touching his face with his hand. When he touched the tip of his nose, Cheng Sheng woke up completely, and asked hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

The person next to him didn't panic when he was discovered, and said in the dark, "I want to see you."

"Didn't you say that you have forgotten what I look like?"

"You only need to read it if you forget."

Cheng Sheng lay flat on the bed, said "Okay" dully, then asked again: "Then why are you touching my face? Can you see clearly when it's so dark?"

The person next to him thought for a while and told him: "Haiyan said that you can see more things when you close your eyes."

Cheng Sheng took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to scratch in the dark, just caught Zhang Chen's wrist, and said with breath: "Don't sleep in the studio, that sofa is so small, besides, this is your home, I'm alone The guest occupied the master's bed too much." He paused for a few seconds, then continued: "It's not like we haven't slept in a bed before."

This time the man stopped talking.

Soon Cheng Sheng felt a big piece sinking into his side, and Zhang Chen lay down on the edge of the bed, his body covered with a layer of damp water vapor. After he lay down, he took off his upper body pajamas, and the water vapor with the smell of shower gel almost instantly It became intense, rushing into Cheng Sheng's nasal cavity, and Cheng Sheng was a little dizzy, holding his breath and moving his body in the opposite direction.

The two people leaned against the edge of the bed back to back, there was clearly a bed, but there was enough space between them to squeeze another person.

Cheng Sheng couldn't help but think of the night when they first met, two strangers crowded into Cheng Sheng's bedroom on the small bed, separated by a long distance.Thinking of this, he couldn't fall asleep anymore, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, his nose keenly caught the faint smell of alcohol on the person next to him, and couldn't help turning his head to ask him: "Have you been drinking?"

"I thought you'd already smelled it." Zhang Chen turned around and lay flat on his back, his voice a little hoarse, "I left the job today, and had dinner with my former colleagues and had a few drinks together."

Cheng Sheng said "oh", closed his eyes silently, and couldn't help reaching out to touch his arm.Zhang Chen's body temperature was low, and everything felt cold to the touch. Cheng Sheng felt the same feeling when he touched it and remembered going to the beach when he was a child, and it was the same feeling when he stretched his fingers into the sea and hit any curl.

A person with a naturally high body temperature like him couldn't resist the temptation of the cold, so he moved his body a little bit to Zhang Chen's side, rubbed the bed sheet under him and said, "Why is your body temperature still so low after drinking?"

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Cheng Sheng leaned closer and hit Zhang Chen with his arm. He had nothing to say, "Touch me, why am I so hot?"

His hand was neither light nor heavy, and as soon as he hit him, Zhang Chen next to him gasped, as if he was hurt by his palm.Cheng Sheng was so frightened that he got up from the bed, and peeked at Zhang Chen through the moonlight that slipped through the gap in the curtains, and asked cautiously, "Are you okay? I didn't expect my hands to be so strong."

"It's okay." Zhang Chen also turned over, turned his body to him, lay on the pillow and said, "You didn't hit me, it was because I drank too much with my colleagues at night, and now my stomach hurts."

Cheng Sheng took advantage of the moonlight to see his naked upper body, swallowed, and asked tentatively, "Shall I rub it for you?"

After speaking, he preemptively leaned over, not giving Zhang Chen a chance to reject him, leaning his back against the head of the bed, putting his hands on the top of his lower abdomen, and rubbing him a little bit.

The air conditioner in the room was rumbling, Zhang Chen closed his eyes, and suddenly said in the dark: "You are like a stove, so warm."

These words made Cheng Sheng in the dark stunned for a second, but he immediately came back to his senses, laughed, and moved his body a lot further until the two people's arms and chests were all pressed together.

"Then I'll warm you up."

Cheng Sheng circled him, resting his chin on the top of his head, resting his right hand on his stomach and rubbing slowly in circles.

The room was very dark, and Cheng Sheng's eyes lost focus in the darkness. At this moment, he suddenly thought of Haiyan, and thought of her saying that blind people can see more things.He closed his eyes, and the movement of his hands stopped because countless complicated thoughts flooded into his mind. When Zhang Chen was about to ask him what was going on, Cheng Sheng suddenly choked up and said, "I'm sorry."

Cheng Sheng's hands on him stopped moving, but his arms still hugged him, and he kept frowning and biting his lips, as if he had made a great determination, trembling out a sentence from his throat: "Can we start from the beginning?" Do it again? Forget about the bad stuff and start over."

Alcohol and a little pain in the body made people let go of their defenses. Zhang Chen suddenly remembered the fleeting nights many years ago. Temperature, before plugging the gap that just opened in my heart, I kept leaning towards the heat source.

Soon he felt the man above move down, two arms passed through his waist, his cheeks rubbed against his chest, and the voice of "I'm sorry" kept shaking in his chest.

After a while, he felt that the man had kicked off his pajama pants, his bare legs climbed up and grabbed his waist, and his entire upper body was pressed against his body.But Zhang Chen knew that he was bare-legged without any lust, and he, like himself, made atonement over and over again where he thought he was guilty.

Zhang Chen was entangled by him, and the painful and irresistible feeling climbed up. He looked into the darkness, reached out and touched Cheng Sheng's hair, and said helplessly, "What do you tell me to do? I hate myself even more."