four year itch

"Got it." Ye Jia replied, "Didn't you say there are only postcards?"

CX330 asked: "Don't you like roses?"

"Well, I don't like it." Without even thinking for a second, Ye Jia replied almost subconsciously.

CX330 didn't reply for a long time, Ye Jia put away the phone, asked the three of them to sit down and eat, and then turned on the phone again.

"Then don't send roses next time." CX330 replied.

The child seemed a little lost, Ye Jia thought with a smile.

"No need, save the money and buy something you like." In this way, not liking roses has become a white lie of an adult.

Sure enough, CX330 quickly regained its vitality: "Well, do you like the pictures I drew?"

"Like it, nice drawing." This is another white lie.

"Is that so? I want to draw the story of whales and stars and submit it for submission." CX330 said excitedly.

Ye Jia was silent for a long time. After thinking for a while, one reply was deleted and revised. He persuaded tactfully: "If you submit a manuscript, you need a more complete outline and setting. You are just a sketch now. I am afraid that it is difficult for a comic agency to agree to it. receive."

"It's okay Daddy, I know I suck at drawing! You are too gentle." CX330 was unexpectedly optimistic, "Thank you Daddy for reading my story and giving me guidance. But I still want to Draw your own story for others to read."

"Twice if you don't succeed once. If you don't succeed twice, you can paint a few more times. It doesn't mean that you will become a painter all at once." CX330 said.

Ye Jia thought that the other party was just a whim, just half-hearted before he grew up, but the other party seemed to be much more determined than he imagined.

"Well, come on. You are really good." Ye Jia encouraged.

"Hey, what about you! You write so well, don't you want more people to read your story?"

Like the sparks splashed in a warehouse full of gasoline.

Ye Jia seemed to see the flames that dyed half of the sky red.

Yeah, doesn't he really want more people to see his story?

However, shouldn't every creator aspire to be liked?

"Xiaojia, Xiaojia!" Bai Xiaoyu's voice brought him back to the real world.

"What's the matter?" Ye Jia raised his head and looked at Bai Xiaoyu suspiciously.

Bai Xiaoyu asked with a strange face: "What's the matter with you? Why are you like an Internet addicted boy? Chen Lang said that the pork ribs you cook are delicious!"

"Is there?" Seeing Shen Qingchuan and Chen Lang who were also looking at him with puzzled eyes, he smiled guiltyly, put away his phone, and said, "Then you eat more."

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when Shen Qingchuan and the others were sent away. He tidied up the house and put all the presents into the cabinet.After taking a shower and lying on the bed, an inexplicable sense of emptiness surged up. He opened the dialog box of CX330 and closed it again.Check your network and turn it on again.

No news.

Today's CX330 is extraordinarily silent. In the past, at this time, the other party would send me a good night before going to bed.

Ye Jia laughed in his heart that he would expect news from a stranger.As soon as he looked up, he saw the roses in the vase, which was the bunch from CX330. He unpacked them and put them in a newly bought vase.Strange to say, there was always a strange sense of familiarity in his heart, but he couldn't tell the reason, he could only comfort himself that all the roses in the world are the same.

After tossing and turning for a long time, the alarm clock on the bedside had already pointed to two o'clock, and the words of CX330 were still circling in Ye Jia's mind.He knows that no matter what he does, his relatives and friends will love him as always, or support him without hesitation, but he dare not hurt them for his dream.That dream is deeply buried in the depths of his memory, although every time he reads a book, every time he is praised, he will be awakened once.However, after waking up, there was only a stronger sense of frustration.

He doesn't trust his own talent.

I also don't believe that I can survive on talent.

"No one can live by writing." Chen Jing gently touched his face and said.

"Doesn't the writer live by writing articles?" Ye Jia asked.

"Those are lucky people. It's unrealistic for us." Chen Jing answered patiently. She knew that it was time for 14-year-old children to rebel. guide. "You take the high school entrance examination first, and the key points of the listing, and then I will buy you a set of books you want, okay?"

Chen Jing is not an autocratic mother, but she is just an ordinary mother, the same kind as most mothers in the world.

He did as Chen Jing asked, and he was just an ordinary 14-year-old boy, as ordinary as most 14-year-old boys in the world.

I will obey my parents' arrangement, learn to abandon unrealistic ideals early, try my best to get into the best high school, try my best to get into the best university, find the best job, and try my best to become a stereotyped adult.

Those wounds that no one cares about, those hot emotions unique to youth, those dreams that have been abandoned time and time again.Only in the middle of the night, when drunk, mixed with tears and self-deprecating smiles, will it be mentioned lightly.

"I also wanted to be that kind of person."

In fact, I am still proud in my heart, I grew up step by step, and did not become a deviant adult.After all, once it fails, the result is to become a lunatic in the eyes of others.Everyone is a coward, and everyone is growing up with trepidation.

Ye Jia got up and took out the medicine box from the drawer. The small white pills could be swallowed easily without water.While waiting for drowsiness to come, he took out the half-smoked pack of cigarettes.Under the influence of the drug, his thinking became more and more dull, and the fragments of the past piled up in his mind, reflecting streaks of white light.

He was vaguely aware of the source of his pain, and he always seemed to habitually pin his feelings on others.When I was young, it was my mother's praise, and when I was young, it was Xu Ruibai's gaze.But he never asked what he really wanted, and he gave himself away in a touching way, in order to avoid all the necessary growth.

He and Xu Ruibai have come to such a situation, probably it's not all the fault of the other party.

For himself, he lacks one of the most important things to change all this: he should be more crazy.

However, such thoughts only stayed for a second and then disappeared.What reason is there to throw everything away and give it a go when you are an adult today when you didn't have the courage to do things when you were young?It's too naive, even to say it, I think it's too naive.

So he decided to hypnotize the dream again.

The silent phone flashed twice to remind me of new messages.

"Good night Ah Cha~"

It was the routine good night greeting from CX330.

"Good night."

CX330 quickly replied: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"A little insomnia."

CX330 asked worriedly: "What's the matter, what happened?"

Ye Jia put the unlit cigarette back into the cigarette case, and then replied: "No, I don't sleep very well."

"Did you go to the doctor?"

"Well, I'm taking medicine. But it's not very effective." Ye Jia didn't want to talk about his own affairs, "And you, why haven't you slept yet?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I colored the whale." CX330 sent a blurry picture.

Ye Jia clicked on the painting, and he was stunned after just looking at it.

Ye Jia is very familiar with this style of painting. Although the color saturation in CX330's painting is stronger, the color is bolder and less dark, but the style is still very similar to Xu Ruibai's.A very crazy idea gradually emerged in Ye Jia's mind.

It's all too much of a coincidence.

Whether it is the appearance of CX330, the style of painting, or even the roses, everything is a coincidence like a poorly arranged scam.

Ye Jia replied calmly: "Your coloring is very beautiful. If you can weaken the human body, it will feel more artistic."

"I think so too!" CX330 seemed unaware of Ye Jia's strangeness, and was as enthusiastic as ever.

"Well, I feel a little sleepy, I'm going to bed first." Ye Jia bid farewell in a hurry.

"Okay, good night Ah Cha~"

For many days after that, Ye Jia didn't dare to talk to CX330, he didn't even dare to log in to BP, and CX330 didn't chat with him except for the good morning greetings and good night greetings that were routinely sent every day.

They spent a week without incident until CX330 sent him a compressed package.

"Daddy, I'm learning dubbing recently, and I recorded a version, do you want to listen to it?" CX330 said.

"Your voice?" Ye Jia asked in surprise.

"Uh-huh!"

Ye Jia anxiously placed the mouse on the audio, but did not press the play button for a long time.

——What if the person opposite is really Xu Ruibai?

So is he blackmailing or playing dumb?He couldn't imagine what choice he would make.

Ye Jia straightened his back, pressed the play button, and the sound of CX330 flowed out from the earphones.

"What can I do to keep you?

I offer you the poor streets, the hopeless sunsets, the moon of the run-down suburbs.

I give you the sorrow of a man who has long looked at the lonely moon

……

I give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart;

I try to impress you with confusion, danger, failure. "

The CX330 seems to love Borges.Borges' poems are filled with a sense of desolation and disillusionment, and coupled with CX330's mature and lazy voice, it sounds particularly sexy.Ye Jia even felt that CX330 was reading this poem in his ear, which made him blush and heartbeat.

The voice of CX330 is very nice, but what is certain is that it is not Xu Ruibai's voice.

Ye Jia breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want to admit that little sense of loss that was negligible.

"Your voice is nice. But I thought you would be...younger." Although the voices of the two were completely different, Ye Jia still had some doubts.

"? Do I look childish?" CX330 did not take these to heart.

Ye Jia smiled and said, "No, it's because you look very energetic."

"I'm almost 30." CX330 generously revealed his age.

This time, Ye Jia was really surprised. He had always regarded the other party as a child, but he didn't expect the other party to be older than himself: "I thought you were still a student."

"Is it because chasing dreams sounds [young]?" CX330 used Ye Jia's description, euphemistically without using embarrassing words like "childish".

"It's not..."

CX330 said: "It was not until this age that I saw some things clearly and had the courage to do something different."

Ye Jia couldn't help admiring CX330, he has a natural affection for people who are brave enough to pursue themselves, as if everyone would like the kind of person he would never be able to become.

Before he had time to ask what he saw clearly, a new message from the other party had already been sent.

"Acha, do you know Southwest Wind? I like his painting style very much, and I am imitating his style now, but I will definitely draw my own works slowly in the future!"

It turned out to be just an imitation, no wonder they are so similar.Also, where would such a coincidence happen?He is really nervous.

After the suspicion in his heart was dispelled, guilt followed closely. He was so indifferent to a person who had always supported him because of his guess.

"Come on, you can do it." Ye Jia replied, "I want to give you a small gift, please send me your address."

Ye Jia thought that he still had to make up for it.

Xu Ruibai noticed Ye Jia's abnormality after seeing his painting, and he didn't sleep all night.What he doesn't realize is that even with his left hand, his aesthetic and coloring style still have shadows from the past.With Ye Jia's familiarity with his painting style, one can definitely see the clues.

Ye Jia's silence for the next few days also verified his conjecture. He sat in front of the drawing board in frustration, feeling that he had failed.

Cheng Jun is sitting on the sofa and strumming her guitar. Her band has a performance on Saturday, but now some accidents happened, and Cheng Jun is not in a good mood.His underground band has released a few songs on the Internet over the years, and it is considered a little famous in this area, and will organize a few performances from time to time.

As if saved, Xu Ruibai asked anxiously: "Sister Jun, do you know where there is a recording studio?"

"I know, what's the matter?" Cheng Jun asked suspiciously.When their band usually records demos, they do have a relatively fixed recording studio.

"Can you take me there?"

There are countless mysteries about Xu Ruibai, and Cheng Jun knows that the other party will not tell him the answer, but she can't help being curious: "What are you going to do?"

"I need to record a sound." He added, "I will pay for it."

Sure enough, it was such a nonsense answer, Cheng Jun rolled his eyes in his heart.

But she still took Xu Ruibai to the recording studio she frequented.Cheng Jun opened a door with ease, and the yellow-haired Omega turned around, saw who was coming, and quickly stood up and called her, "Sister Jun!"

Cheng Jun nodded to him, and walked in with Xu Ruibai.

The other party is obviously an Alpha, but standing next to Cheng Jun, an Omega, he is as docile as a chicken: "This is..."

Cheng Jun said casually, "My friend, let's make a recording."

Little Huangmao's eyes lit up: "Are you going to record a new song?"

It was already three hours later when Xu Ruibai finished recording and came out, he stretched his neck and asked little Huangmao, "Can you fine-tune my voice?"

Xiao Huangmao snapped his fingers and smiled confidently: "No problem, I can make you a girl!"

He's a nice guy, but unfortunately he's a second-year-old who loves to play handsome.

"Thank you." Xu Ruibai thanked politely.

While talking, Xiao Huangmao moved the mouse and complained to the computer: "You mobilize people, I thought you were going to record a song. You just read a few words, but it ended up occupying my shed for three hours. You buy a microphone Can't you record it at home?"

"The same can make you a woman." Little Huangmao added rigorously.

Cheng Jun stood up while playing with his mobile phone, and slapped Xiao Huangmao on the forehead: "There's a lot of nonsense, let's go. Send me an email after repairing."

"Oh." Little Huang Mao curled his lips, thinking of something, "By the way, sister, are you going to perform on Saturday? Didn't you say that the tickets are all ready?"

Cheng Jun replied as a matter of course: "Sing."

"Have you found a suitable keyboard?" Little Huangmao asked.

"No. When the time comes, let Ronaldinho record a program and use it directly on the spot."

Little Huangmao said in a regretful tone: "The keyboard of your song is the soul. It is very difficult to record the program directly! Hey! Sister Ziwen can play the piano, let her cooperate with it."

Without thinking, Cheng Jun waved his hand to express his refusal: "She doesn't like excitement."

"Are you looking for a keyboard?" Xu Ruibai who hadn't spoken for a long time asked suddenly.

"Well, something happened to the original keyboard two days ago. Now that the tickets have been sold, there are not enough people." Cheng Jun seemed a little distressed.

"Do you need my help?" After a pause for a second, he added another title, "Friend."

Cheng Jun felt that the smile on Xu Ruibai's face was very strange, different from the usual indifference and gloom, the Xu Ruibai who smiled like this was confident and elegant.

She doubted: "You?"