The workroom, which was covered with shag carpet, was bathed in afternoon sunlight. At first, the two men sat at the workbench, and later they both sat on the carpet, leaning against the wall behind them, playing the guitar and writing songs.
A piece of sheet music was passed back and forth between the two people, with the handwriting intertwined - Jiang Ji's handwriting was thin and long, and the force of his brush strokes penetrated the back of the paper, while Qin Qingzhuo's handwriting was not very forceful, giving a sense of lightness and freedom.
There were no major hiccups during the process, or rather, when one party got stuck for a moment, the other party would have already followed up with their own ideas.
When Xie Chengyun called, a song had already reached its ending part. Several sheets of music were scattered on the carpet, and guitars, basses, drumsticks, and effects pedals were piled on the floor. Qin Qingzhuo stretched out his arm over them and took the phone.
The call was from Xie Chengyun. After Qin Qingzhuo answered the phone, he heard him say, "I just came down from the operating table. Why do I have to come here for a follow-up check-up? Is it because my ear is not feeling well again?"
"I was planning to help Jiang Ji sing," Qin Qingzhuo said, "but I felt unsure, so I wanted to come to you for a checkup to seek peace of mind."
"Wow," Xie Chengyun didn't sound too surprised, "The kid succeeded so quickly."
Qin Qingzhuo smiled and said "hmm".
"But I won't be in Yancheng for the next few days," Xie Chengyun said, "Are you free to come over today?"
"When I'm free," Qin Qingzhuo said, "I'll come find you in a bit."
Xie Chengyun replied "OK". A nurse came over to talk to him on the other end of the phone. He said something to Qin Qingzhuo and hung up.
Jiang Ji raised his eyes from the music score and looked at Qin Qingzhuo: "Are you going to see Dr. Xie?"
"Well," Qin Qingzhuo said, "go get him checked."
"I'll go with you."
"Okay." Qin Qingzhuo said with a smile.
After saying that, he didn't rush to get up. Instead, he leaned back and lay flat on the carpet.
The two hours of songwriting just now made him feel like inspiration was flowing freely.
Although I have been writing songs all these years, it seems that I have only experienced such a satisfying creative process a few times from beginning to end.
It was as if he had experienced a brain attack... He thought in a daze, looking at the ceiling.
Jiang Ji, who was sitting next to him, picked up the music sheet scattered on the ground and reached out to touch his hair: "What are you thinking about?"
Qin Qingzhuo came back to his senses and looked at him: "I am recalling the feeling of inspiration bursting out. It was wonderful."
"No wonder you look like an afterthought." Jiang Ji touched his lips with his fingers.
"What..." Qin Qingzhuo laughed.
After arranging the order of the music scores, Jiang Ji supported himself on the ground and stood up. Then he reached out to Qin Qingzhuo and pulled him up as well: "What about comparing with **?"
Qin Qingzhuo said "Hmm?" and after realizing what he was asking, she rested her forehead against his shoulder and smiled softly, "It's hard to say, they're all quite wonderful... What do you think?"
"We're equally matched." Jiang Ji reached out and gently turned his jaw, then moved closer to kiss him.
After the collision of inspiration, the body seems to be more reactive, and there are signs of accidental discharge at the slightest touch.
"Let's go," Qin Qingzhuo stopped rationally and pulled away from his lips and tongue. "I just told Cheng Yun that we'll go right away."