"I'm calling to ask when the room will be available. I can't go there today because it's a holiday. Are you free these days? I'll send you a message when I say hello!"

Cheng Yu had a lot to say, but in the end he just said "hmm". It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to Xue Youka, but he felt that in the current situation, it would be better for him and himself to stay away from each other and return to a relationship of ordinary friends.

Maybe I won't contact you anymore and I'll be back to normal in a few days.

After saying a few words, the phone hung up.

Cheng Yu put down his cell phone, put it on silent mode, closed the door of the piano room, and put on sound-isolating earmuffs.

Xue Youka called the hotel to inquire about it, then contacted the group purchase merchant and booked a room for next Tuesday.

Wakakaka: “I made a reservation for next Tuesday, is that okay?”

I called him not long ago, and now I'm sending messages, and he's ignoring me again.

No one likes to deal with people who don’t reply to messages, and 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 his mobile phone and had no dependence on the Internet or social networking.

It is a rare species in modern times.

Nothing serious really happened, right?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong. It was also the same on the phone call just now. Cheng Yu's voice seemed to be trying to restrain something.

Because he had changed his mobile phone, he could not find the address Turbo sent him before in the chat history, so he had to make a voice call to Lin Shimao.

"Brother Mao?"

"Huh? What's wrong?" Lin Shimao's usually gentle voice was a little hoarse: "No, it's Turbo's junior fellow student, Kaka."

Xue Youka heard him talking to someone.

"Brother Mao, are you busy?"

"Not busy, you say."

"Can you give me Turbo's address? I lost the previous address when I changed my phone. I'll go check on him."

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

The place where Cheng Yu lives, which is their band's studio, never allows outsiders to come, making it their most private rehearsal location.

However, Lin Shimao felt that the relationship between this junior and Turbo was unusual. After all, at the last music festival, he took Xue Youka backstage, and I heard from Lao K that they lived together during those days in Shanghai.

"Okay," Xue Youka asked profusely, "When will you come back?"

"Come back next week, do you miss me?"

"Well... I want to see your performance."

"Okay, when we come back, we will send you a message as soon as possible and give you the performance tickets."

No wonder Lin Shimao is so popular on the Internet. There are no fewer people who like him than those who like Turbo. When talking to such a gentle-tempered person, Xue Youka's voice couldn't help but soften.

Only a person with Lin Shimao's personality could tolerate Turbo's bad temper.

Taking the address, Xue Youka took a taxi there. He followed the navigation but accidentally took the wrong route and made a long detour. At about 6 p.m., Xue Youka found the gate of the courtyard house in the photo sent by Lin Shimao.

An independent courtyard house near Wat Pho...

He had a new understanding of how rich Cheng Yu was.

Standing outside the door, you can vaguely hear the sound of drums inside. It's not loud, but the beat is very strong. It seems that the drummer is in extreme anger.

The emotion of the drum beat was very contagious. Xue Youka knocked on the door: "Cheng Yu!"

After shouting a few times, Xue Youka probably didn't hear him. After waiting for a while, until there was no more drum sound inside, he shouted a few more times.

Cheng Yu found that his hand was bleeding and it didn't stop. He was completely in a state of selflessness. His breathing and the drum beat merged into one, and the rhythm was harmonious. When he saw blood splattering on the snare drum, he was suddenly startled and stopped his numb hand.

He usually practices a lot, and usually wears a bandage before practicing to avoid injury. These days, he is very depressed, which is a bit intentional. Not only the drum skin is rotten, but also a drum stick is broken in his hand.

When he pushed open the soundproof door of the piano room, he heard someone knocking on the door and calling him.

That voice kept appearing in his mind recently, and he couldn't forget it. Cheng Yu thought it was an auditory hallucination, and was stunned for a while. Xue Youka's voice became more and more real, and he opened the door.

Xue Youka stood outside the door, wearing thick clothes and the tip of his nose was red from the cold: "You finally opened the door, can I go in?"

Cheng Yu's eyes fell on his face, and he turned around for a while to let him in.

"I brought you Yuanxiao. Do you have a kitchen here?" Xue Youka entered the yard and marveled inwardly. This yard is huge, at least one or two hundred square meters.

"I won't eat."

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

"It's okay." His attitude seemed to be the same as usual, but the air pressure was lower, "What are you doing here?"

"I'll give you a Lantern Festival." Xue Youka didn't know why, but felt that something must have happened to Cheng Yu. He was worried and had to come and see him.

"Stop talking about Lantern Festival, let me take a look at your hand." Xue Youka couldn't help but grab his wrist, and saw that the wound was at the tiger's mouth, and Cheng Yu's arm was still shaking slightly, as if he had exerted too much force, and he was suddenly so

Grabbing his hand, Cheng Yu couldn't help but curl up his five fingers and his body became stiff.

Xue Youka was in disbelief and couldn't help but raise his voice: "Did you play the drums like this? Do you have a medical kit?"

"Don't worry about it." It was because he pushed too hard and the drumstick bounced back too much.

Xue Youka did not expect that in the real world there would be a plot like that in "The Exploding Drummer": "Don't worry about it. If my hand is injured, you have to put a band-aid on me. If you are injured, don't worry about it. Are you drummers practicing like this?"

Don’t you take some protective measures??”

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

This was not the first time he had been injured. Cheng Yu liked the feeling of being one with the instrument very much, as if he was no longer himself, no longer needed to think about reality, and completely separated from the world.

Xue Youka put down the Lantern Festival and found the medical kit. Just like Cheng Yu did last time, he took his hand and disinfected it with an iodophor cotton swab. After wiping away the blood, you could see that he was only bleeding from the mouth, and there were blood blisters on other parts of his palms. It was shocking.

.

"You have so many blood blisters, why are you still practicing? Are you so crazy?"

His palms were not delicate, they were large and had a layer of calluses. When Xue Youka's fingertips lightly crossed his palms, they were like a swarm of ants returning to his heart after going out to look for food.

"These blood blisters? Let me squeeze them out for you..."

This is a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. When he sees something with bubbles, he wants to pop them. He doesn't have acne himself, but his roommate Wang Jian has some acne on his face. Every time Xue Youka sees it, he wants to ask him: "How about I

Can I pop your pimples for you?"

It feels like a very refreshing thing.

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

Cheng Yu: "..."

"...You squeeze it."

After carefully treating the blood blisters on his hands and putting on a band-aid, Xue Youka went into the kitchen: "I'm cooking Yuanxiao. Do you want red bean paste, candied dates, black sesame, or ham?"

"I don't even want to eat it." Only Lin Shimao can use the kitchen in his house. Cheng Yu can't cook, so he only orders food, including clothes, which are collected by the hotel laundry service center.

"Why are you such a picky eater... This delicious food, if your hands are inconvenient, can I feed it to you?" Xue Youka boiled a pot of water and threw in some Yuanxiao of each flavor.

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

"Then I've cooked everything and I can eat it myself. Do you have anything else here?" Xue Youka opened their refrigerator and found only wine and mineral water in it.

Xue Youka ordered takeout: "What do you usually eat? I can't locate it here."

“Hotel delivery.”

“Can the hotel still provide delivery?”

"It was opened by Lin Shimao."

"oh……"

Mist emerged from the boiling water pot, and under the white mist, Xue Youka's side face was blurred to the point of being unclear, like an illusion.

Cheng Yu saw it and felt a dull pain in his heart. Xue Youka turned off the fire and took out the dumplings with a spoon.

"You really don't want to eat?"

"No." The white glutinous rice balls look very cute in the bowl.

"Oh, then you can order takeout from the hotel. You can't get a location here and 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 half a wall of windows, and you can see the snow piled on the blue-grey brick wall outside.

The freshly cooked Yuanxiao burned his mouth, and he grinned while eating it.

"Eat slowly."

Cheng Yu couldn't help but say.

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

He had just used this spoon.

Cheng Yu pursed his lips.

Xue Youka: “It’s stuffed with black sesame seeds.”
Chapter completed!