At four o'clock in the morning, Qin Qingzhuo sat up from the bed, fumbled to turn on the desk lamp, and raised his hand to pinch his eyebrows.
I didn't sleep well that night. It was as if a poorly edited, incoherent movie was playing in my mind, with clips about Jiang Ji playing in a loop.
On his birthday, Jiang Ji walked into the second floor with anger and injuries; Jiang Ji looked at him indifferently after his forehead was hit by a guitar and blood came out; Jiang Ji swung the broken stool at the man without any mercy; Jiang Ji was angered by Ma San and acted without regard for the consequences...
I have only known Jiang Ji for a little over a month, and we have met only a handful of times, so how could my emotions be affected to this extent by this young man... Is it because matters of life and death are too serious
What is Jiang Ji's current state? A relative who is related to him by blood suddenly died. No matter what their relationship was before death, it must be difficult for him to spend this period of time peacefully...
Unable to sleep, Qin Qingzhuo simply got up, sat in front of the computer, and opened his email. Several other bands in the team had already sent their demos, asking Qin Qingzhuo for help and suggestions, but only Rough Cloud had not made any movement.
Qin Qingzhuo leaned back in his chair and clicked on the demo sent by one of the bands. The lackluster melody made it impossible for him to concentrate on the music. In the previous few games, many bands had already exhausted their few original good songs and began to show a trend of lack of stamina.
What song will Rough Cloud sing in the next show? After his father suddenly committed suicide, will Jiang Ji still be in the mood to rehearse
It would be a shame if this incident affected the competition. After all, this show is a good platform for new bands, and with the current momentum of Rough Cloud, they could have gone further...
Watching the sky outside the window gradually change from dark to light blue-gray, the surrounding street lights went out, and the sky became completely bright. Qin Qingzhuo stood up from his chair and began to slowly pace in the room again.
It's dawn. Are we going to go to Honglu Bar to see Jiang Ji? But Jiang Ji is used to handling everything by himself, so he might not want an outsider like him to interfere in his family affairs.
Interpersonal interactions require a sense of propriety. If you overstep the boundaries, you will appear abrupt. Qin Qingzhuo has always attached great importance to a sense of propriety.
He asked himself, if he were the one who suddenly encountered misfortune at this moment, he would not want someone with whom he only had a vague relationship to try to participate in his life. Even the concern would seem redundant and annoying.
Qin Qingzhuo paced for a while, shook his head gently, and gave up the idea.
He spent the whole morning in front of the computer, his work efficiency was extremely low. A demo song was looping in his ears countless times. His fingers were on the keyboard, trying to give some suggestions on the arrangement, but he couldn't type a single word - those melodies didn't enter his mind at all.
This absent-minded state continued until 2:30 in the afternoon, when he decided to go see Jiang Ji.
He felt uneasy if he didn't take a look.
Besides, the guitar, which is very important to Jiang Ji, must be returned to him as soon as possible.
The sky was gloomy and the sun was completely blocked by thick clouds, not a single ray of light could get through.