After renting the house, Xie Meng moved all his luggage in. Ji Qinyang and Zhai Lin installed a layer of soundproofing board in the small room, and Mo Suyuan sent both the drums and electronic piano.

Guo Lin'an looked through the handwritten score: "You are a big project. In addition to writing to Qian Mo and the others, you also have to invest it in the entertainment company?"

"It's hard for entertainment companies to contribute?" Bai Xintian polished the two templates and handed them to Zhai Lin: "It's almost impossible to write songs for famous singers now, right?"

Zhai Lin bit the nail in his mouth and said vaguely: "Internet singers are also a way. Now YY and Weibo are very popular."

"The audience is still different, the levels are uneven, and the gap is too big." Ji Qinyang put on the last soundproofing board, and he took off his gloves and pulled the pullover from his back: "And I can't wait, I need money."

Guo Lin'an shrugged. After April, the weather began to warm up. Several people were wearing a lot of clothes at the beginning of work, but in the end they were sweating.

Ji Qinyang simply wore only a T-shirt, reassembled the drum and electronic piano, and put the headphones on to adjust the audio equipment.

Bai Xintian suddenly asked: "How long have you used your headphones? Don't you plan to change them?"

Although Ji Qinyang's headphones have been well maintained, it can still be seen that they have been used in some years. For musicians, the speed of equipment renewal is the same as that of women buying clothes. Ji Qinyang even has very much requirements for many details, but this pair of headphones has been used almost until now.

Zhai Lin said seriously: "You don't understand this, so it's meaningful to use this headset."

Guo Linan came up with no idea: "What's the point?"

"The straight man doesn't understand." Zhai Lin waved impatiently.

Xie Meng ended the course from Xu Shaohe early, and the boy sent him out, and kept gossiping all the way: "Don't you live in school anymore? Live with your girlfriend?"

Xie Meng said helplessly: "Everyone says he is a man."

Xu Shaohe scored a straight ball: "Are you gay?"

Xie Meng: “…”

Xu Shaohe: "Don't think I don't understand. There are so many fujokovic girls in the class, and they always say good friends CPs or something."

"Take a good class." Xie Meng could only say, "Don't always care about messy things."

Xu Shaohe obediently nodded, and he asked again: "Can I go to your place to play?"

Xie Meng was speechless: "What are you going to play?"

"All of them are men." Xu Shaohe said without caring much: "It's okay to play cards or anything."

Xie Meng said with a headache: "You should study hard now. Aren't you going to take the Tsinghua affiliated high school?"

Xu Shaohe curled his lips: "It's boring, Meng Meng, you seem to be an old peddler."

Xie Meng: “…”

Xu Shaohe: "Your girlfriend must not be able to stand you. It's too boring and boring."

Zhang Ganggang and Han Dong brought hot pot base to celebrate the housewarming. Xie Meng was not here, and Ji Qinyang refused to cook any more. Several people cooked the hot pot first, washed vegetables, and soaked the vermicelli.

When Xie Meng came back, the other three were already waiting in the living room for food.

"No cooking?" Xie Meng took off his scarf with a smile.

Zhang Ganggang immediately accused: "Yimei refused to speculate!"

Ji Qinyang glanced at him: "If I cook, do you wash dishes?"

When Zhang Ganggang heard that he wanted to wash dishes, he stopped talking. Han Dong brought chopsticks and sauce to Xie Meng, and the four of them gathered around the induction cooker to eat.

Ji Qinyang and Qian Mo temporarily set up a cooperation plan for half a year. He is behind the scenes and is responsible for lyrics and songwriting, in his personal name. However, the money for each concert can only be divided into 20%. It is still difficult to get the rent together after removing the usual expenses and production costs.

"What do you say about the contribution of the entertainment company?" Han Dong asked.

Ji Qinyang: "The big ones did not reply at all, but there were small ones, but they all wanted to buy out according to their meaning."

Zhang Ganggang's mouth was stuffed with cauliflower, looking like a hamster: "What is buying out..."

Xie Meng frowned: "Do you give your song to someone else?"

Han Dong: "It's not that simple. I feel like I should be a gunman. I just changed the lyrics and compositions to the singer himself. If the song becomes popular, it will become popular."

Ji Qinyang didn't say anything, stretched out his chopsticks and picked out the meat and picked it into Xie Meng's bowl.

Zhang Ganggang looked at him, swallowed the cauliflower in his mouth, and tentatively said, "Or you can sing Yimei by yourself. You can participate in a talent show, you will definitely become famous."

Ji Qinyang laughed and scolded: "Eat your meal."

After eating the hot pot, I ate fruit again, and the bowls, chopsticks and pots were spread on the table and no one paid attention to it. In the end, Xie Meng couldn't bear to watch it, so he brought it to the kitchen room to wash it clean. Ji Qinyang leaned against the kitchen door and looked at his back.

Xie Meng was not surprised when he discovered him.

"You want to help?" Xie Meng asked while wiping the bowl.

Ji Qinyang smiled and said, "Do you let me?"

Since seeing Ji Qinyang practice the piano several times, Xie Meng has begun to deliberately or unintentionally prevent the other party from working, from cleaning and washing clothes to cooking and cooking dishes.

"I'm almost ready." Xie Meng used a rag to wipe the water on the flow control table and suddenly said, "What do you think of Zhang Ganggang's opinion?"

Ji Qinyang pretended to be stupid: "What's the opinion?"

Xie Meng turned around and thought for a while and said, "I debuted as a singer? I don't know what professionals say..."

"Be an artist." Ji Qinyang told him. He locked the kitchen door with his backhand, walked to Xie Meng, and surrounded the people in the middle with both hands. Xie Meng was forced to lean back slightly by him.

"..." Xie Meng sighed: "I don't mean that."

Ji Qinyang: "I don't mean that either." He said in a pun.

Xie Meng looked at him.

In the kitchen, the yellow lights are contrasted with Ji Qinyang's facial features, which are so beautiful that they can't tell any flaws. Xie Meng sometimes wonders what such a face will look like in the camera, on TV, or in video.

Because it looks so beautiful, I am afraid that more people will be jealous, but I hide it and feel that I feel worried about gains and losses.

Han Dong knocked outside: "We are leaving."

Zhang Ganggang wanted to come in: "What are you doing?"

Ji Qinyang turned around and said, "It's okay, you guys go first."

Han Dong seemed to have said something to Zhang Ganggang. The two said goodbye. After a while, they heard the sound of the door closing.

Ji Qinyang breathed a sigh of relief: "I finally left..."

Xie Mengtui said: "Get out of here and go out for a shower."

Ji Qinyang lowered his head: "Will you go together?"

"..." Xie Meng stretched out his hand and covered him directly on his face.

After dating for so long, he is a young boy. Since he lived together, the two have not slept quietly at night, but for some reason, Ji Qinyang never made the last step.

He didn't mention it, nor did Xie Meng say it. He originally thought it was probably the same after taking a shower today, and there was not much difference between using his mouth and hands.

Until he was pressed down, Xie Meng had not really reacted.

"I've prepared something." Ji Qinyang suddenly whispered in his ear.

"?" Xie Meng looked at him reaching out to rummage through the drawer beside the bed for a while, and took out a small blue jar.

"It was out of stock a few days ago, and it was said that it was only oily."

Xie Meng: "...you're just buying this?"

Ji Qinyang said seriously: "It is said online that water-based lubricating oil is better."

Xie Meng muttered: "There is still a class in the afternoon..."

Ji Qinyang: "Please leave."

Xie Meng: "Do you go to bed?"

"Sleeping is a waste." Ji Qinyang smiled.

The two took a shower together, blew each other's hair, and Xie Meng accidentally shaved a little while while shaving in the mirror. Ji Qinyang saw it and pinched his chin and licked the wound.

Xie Meng took leave and did not go to the afternoon class. He accompanied Ji Qinyang to write songs in the modified music room. Before he finished writing one, the two started to make a fuss on the sofa. Ji Qinyang pressed Xie Meng on the electronic piano and fucked him. Occasionally, he overwhelmed the keys and made strange sounds. The two of them couldn't help laughing.

Finally, Ji Qinyang carried the quilt over and wrapped Xie Meng, while he sat on the piano bench naked and finished writing the remaining score.

The evening in early May in Beijing was dry and cool, and the afterglow of the sunset leaked into the windowsill from under the eaves. Xie Meng lay on the sofa and listened to Ji Qinyang humming those strange and nice songs, and took a nap with his eyes closed.

During the process, when Xie Meng woke up, he opened his eyes and could always see Ji Qinyang's back, so it seemed that even the time for companionship seemed precious.

After working together for almost two months, not all the songs written by Ji Qinyang will be asked for. Most of them are very confused when choosing this song. After choosing this song, they are reluctant to let that song go.

Ji Qinyang felt that his heart was too dark: "Your voice is not suitable for singing this at all."

Qian Mo was depressed: "Then why did you write it out?"

"Sing and play by yourself." Ji Qinyang lazily raised his legs on the cover of the piano. He turned the pen in his hand and pushed the selected scores to Qian Mo: "You will sing these songs for the concert next month and practice hard."

Qian Mo: "Don't you really plan to join?"

"Not for the time being." Ji Qinyang glanced at his phone and was about to pick up Xie Meng: "I'm not short of money recently."

Qian Mo held his chin and looked at him: "You are just like losing money, so you can use it so vulgar?"

"It's that vulgar." Ji Qinyang put his headphones on his head: "I have to support my family, how can I do without money?"

In a few days, the semester will end in half, and Beijing will enter the real summer. However, compared with the stuffy and high temperatures in Suzhou, such a climate is very comfortable for Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang. Zhang Ganggang and Han Dong have booked a return flight ticket, and Xie Meng chatted in the WeChat group.
To be continued...