Qin Qingzhuo was out for quite a long time this time, and when he came back, it was almost evening.
After going up the stairs, he did not return to his own studio, but turned to Rough Cloud's rehearsal room first.
The door of the rehearsal room was not closed and the sound of a guitar could be heard from inside.
Qin Qingzhuo walked over and saw that Zhong Yang and Peng Keshi were not there. Only Jiang Ji was sitting on a high stool playing the guitar, occasionally picking up the music score to make a few changes, looking very focused.
The setting sun outside the window gradually disappeared, and the light in the rehearsal room was dim, outlining the boy's distinct silhouette.
When Jiang Ji finished revising the music score, put down his guitar and stood up to drink water, he saw Qin Qingzhuo leaning against the door frame and looking at him.
He tilted his head back to drink the mineral water. When he looked up and saw Qin Qingzhuo, he paused and put down the bottle in his hand.
"When did you come?" He really didn't pay attention to what was happening outside just now.
"Just a moment," Qin Qingzhuo said, "when you play the second chorus."
Jiang Ji walked towards him and raised his hand to touch his face: "Then why didn't you call me?"
"You seem quite serious, I'm afraid I'll disturb your inspiration," Qin Qingzhuo smiled, "Besides, I just want to watch my boyfriend quietly for a while, is that not okay?"
"Okay," Jiang Ji lowered his head and kissed his lips, "You can watch as long as you want."
Qin Qingzhuo laughed and glanced around the room: "Why are you alone? Where are Ke Shi and Zhong Yang?"
"Peng Keshi had classes in the afternoon, so they left after rehearsing at three o'clock," Jiang Ji said, "and continued rehearsing in the evening."
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Qin Qingzhuo nodded and asked, "Have you discussed this with Lin Qi?"
"We discussed it a little this morning. Brother Qi said if he really can't hire you, he'll take over."
"I ran into him when I just came back," Qin Qingzhuo smiled, "I gave him a lecture. He must have come to help you sing sincerely. You should calm down and talk to him about this matter tomorrow."
"But I still want you to help sing." Jiang Ji looked at him, and when he shook his head again, he continued, "Qin Qingzhuo, tell me about your concerns. Are you afraid that you will suddenly have tinnitus like last time on stage, but now the director has become Sister Qi..."
"Alright, alright," Qin Qingzhuo stretched out his arms and wrapped them around his waist, resting his face on his shoulder, interrupting him before he could finish, "Please stop talking about work, okay? We've been talking about work for the whole afternoon, and I'm really exhausted..."
The tone was soft, with a hint of coquettishness, an uncommon, somewhat weak tone.
Jiang Ji had never seen him like this before. A corner of his heart suddenly collapsed at his tone and he couldn't continue the previous topic.
He put his palm on the back of Qin Qingzhuo's neck and kneaded it gently a few times: "The person I met this afternoon was difficult again?"
"It's not that it's difficult to deal with. It's just that everyone in this band has very active ideas and talks a lot, so it's really tiring to chat. I'm so tired that I don't want to talk..." Qin Qingzhuo's slightly long hair rubbed against Jiang Ji's neck, "So don't talk, just hug for a while, okay?"
Jiang Ji hummed, held him with one hand, and closed the door with the other hand.
"Sing a song for me." Qin Qingzhuo said again after a moment.