Who knew that we would wait until the early morning, and the rain outside showed no sign of stopping.
When he came here, the program crew drove Qin Qingzhuo's car to bring him here. Now it's so late, I have to trouble the staff to send me back and rush back. I'm afraid I have to spend the whole night. Qin Qingzhuo didn't want to be the bad guy, but he didn't plan to stay here and wrong himself, so he sent the three band members back to sleep, and planned to drive to a nearby hotel to spend the night when the rain was lighter.
Standing under the eaves and watching the rain, Qin Qingzhuo saw Chen Jia still working so late, so he started chatting with her: "Have you shot enough material?"
"It's enough, but it's not outstanding enough..." Chen Jia sighed and took the opportunity to encourage him again, "Brother Qingzhuo, why don't you stay with Jiang Ji for one night."
"What kind of show are you guys doing?" Qin Qingzhuo found it funny to see her perseverance. "Can you shoot something that can be broadcast?"
Chen Jia immediately grasped the point: "What's the matter? Is there anything between you and Jiang Ji that cannot be broadcast?"
"You've gone crazy," Qin Qingzhuo laughed, "Go to bed early."
Walking back to the living room, Qin Qingzhuo sat on the sofa, looking at the dense rain outside. He felt that the rain seemed to be lighter than before, but he didn't know if it was an illusion.
The last time I encountered such heavy rain was on the day of the concert four years ago. The weather on that day was really weird. It was sunny all day, but it suddenly rained heavily when the tickets were checked at night. Although many people brought umbrellas with them, the rain was so heavy that almost everyone was soaked by the rain when they checked their tickets and entered the venue.
That’s why the audience was full of complaints when they left the show halfway that night… To be fair, if I were an audience member sitting in the audience at the time, I would probably stop being a fan on the spot after encountering this kind of thing.
Qin Qingzhuo stood up and turned off the lights in the living room. Darkness enveloped him, and he felt better when he sat back on the sofa. Otherwise, there were cameras everywhere in the house, and he felt a little uncomfortable when he thought that every subtle expression of his would be recorded and then intercepted, magnified and interpreted by different people.
He leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of rain outside.
In fact, I was used to all kinds of lenses, long-focus, short-focus, dark, bright. But maybe it was too long ago, and occasionally when I think back to my experience as a singer, it feels like a rich dream filled with all kinds of details.
There were footsteps heard from behind, but Qin Qingzhuo didn't turn his head to look. He only opened his eyes slightly when the person approached.
Although the lights in the house were off, the lights in the yard were still on. I could catch a glimpse of the outline of the person coming in from the corner of my eye - it was Jiang Ji.
Jiang Ji must have just taken a shower. His hair seemed not to be completely dry yet and looked a little wet. He was still holding his guitar in his hand.
He probably thought Qin Qingzhuo was asleep, so he walked over lightly and sat on the other side of the sofa. Qin Qingzhuo smelled the refreshing scent of shower gel coming from him.
Qin Qingzhuo closed his eyes and listened to the sound of rain. He could feel Jiang Ji's gaze looking at him.
That gaze stayed on his face for a long time, Qin Qingzhuo couldn't ignore it, and finally opened his eyes: "Why don't you go back to the room and sleep?"