Qin Qingzhuo stayed in this instrument room for two days and two nights, trying to fall asleep but couldn't.
I went out to buy food, and every time I stepped onto the stairs, I started staring at the signal icon in the upper right corner of my phone. When the signal gradually recovered, I started checking the messages I received.
However, Jiang Ji didn't send any message.
On the third night in the instrument room, Qin Qingzhuo went out for dinner in the middle of the night.
Feeling extremely hungry, he went out to find a convenience store and bought a bowl of instant plain noodles. After taking a few bites, he could not eat any more.
He returned to the instrument room and walked up the stairs to the basement where there was no signal. Before the last bar of signal disappeared, he took out his cell phone and looked at it again.
Still no news. Not a single word.
The idea of breaking up came to my mind at this time.
Before this, he had been waiting for news from Jiang Ji. He thought that no matter what Jiang Ji sent, even if it was just a punctuation mark, he would send out the words "I don't regret asking you to record your fingerprints."
But Jiang Ji was so patient.
In the more than seventy hours after the quarrel, while Qin Qingzhuo looked at his phone again and again, he didn't send a single word.
It was like a confrontation that no one had announced. Qin Qingzhuo hoped that the message that would break the deadlock was sent by Jiang Ji first, to prove that Jiang Ji's feelings for him had not deteriorated because of the quarrel, but Jiang Ji refused to fulfill his wish.
If being cheated on was like being shot in an instant, and the pain came instantly and sharply, then this cold war situation where no one cared about each other was like being tortured by slow slicing. The pain with no end in sight made him feel like he was being tortured every minute.
Maybe we should break up, Qin Qingzhuo thought. At least it would be much more comfortable to cut the Gordian knot than to cut the flesh with a blunt knife.
In this way, no one will force me to face the issue of singing.
However, as soon as his thumb typed "w" in the chat box, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his chest, as if fine needles were piercing his heart, densely packed and penetrating every pore, making it so painful that he could not type any other letters.
—I don’t want to break up. I don’t want to separate. I don’t want it to end.
These words were screaming in my mind.
After a few seconds, Qin Qingzhuo turned off the screen and put away the phone.
The uncomfortable feeling was relieved a little, but the needle was pulled out and the needle hole remained.
It was empty and windy from all sides.
My heart seemed to be hanging in the air, and each beat was light and fluttery, with nowhere to land.
Close your eyes, and the pair of eyes filled with deep disappointment in your dream will appear.
When I open my eyes, I will think of how Jiang Ji touched me, hugged me, and kissed me in this instrument room that day.
It was as if I suddenly became addicted to Jiang Ji.
The withdrawal effects are more painful and real than ever.
After standing there in a daze for a while, Qin Qingzhuo took a step, but not towards the instrument room - he went upstairs.
It was around three in the morning, the sky was dark, and it was snowing.
After getting out of the taxi, Qin Qingzhuo walked towards the rehearsal room that looked like a warehouse.