When Xie Meng woke up in a daze in the morning, he felt Ji Qinyang's lower body dawdling behind him. He probably found that he was awake, and the other party asked in a low voice, "Can I come in."
Xie Meng was in a trance for a while before humming in a hoarse voice.
Ji Qinyang smeared a lot of lubricating fluid near his back hole. This time it went very smoothly. The feeling of the genitals hitting the prostate was even more distinct than last night. It didn't take long for Xie Meng to die. When something came out, I could only vaguely say a few times: "Enough..."
Ji Qinyang stopped, panting rapidly, hugging Xie Meng tightly and biting the back of his neck. After ejaculating, he waited for a long time to take out his genitals. The condom he took off was full of semen.
Xie Meng muttered: "There are still classes in the afternoon..."
Ji Qinyang: "Please take leave."
Xie Meng: "Are you sleeping?"
"Sleeping is too wasteful." Ji Qinyang smiled, he still left a hickey on Xie Meng's waist, almost instigating the shape of a flower.
The two took a bath together, blew each other's hair, and Xie Meng accidentally scratched a bit of skin while shaving in front of the mirror. Ji Qinyang saw it, pinched his chin and licked the wound.
Xie Meng asked for leave and didn't go to the afternoon class, and accompanied Ji Qinyang to write a song in the renovated music room. Before the song was finished, the two started making trouble on the sofa. Ji Qinyang pressed Xie Meng on the keyboard to do it. He occasionally overwhelmed the keys and made strange noises, and the two of them couldn't help but laugh.
In the end, when he was tired, Ji Qinyang carried the quilt over and wrapped Xie Meng, while he sat on the piano bench with his upper body naked and wrote the rest of the score.
The evening in Beijing in early May was dry and cool. The afterglow of the setting sun leaked into the windowsill from under the eaves. Xie Meng was lying on the sofa listening to Ji Qinyang humming those unfamiliar and pleasant songs, closing his eyes and taking a fuzzy nap.
During the process of waking up from sleep, Xie Meng could always see Ji Qinyang's back when he opened his eyes, so it seemed that even the time he spent with him seemed precious.
After working together for almost 2 months, not all of the songs written by Ji Qinyang will be wanted by Qian Mo, and most of the songs he chooses are very tangled.
Ji Qinyang felt that his heart was too dark: "Your voice is not suitable for singing this."
Qian Mo was depressed: "Then why did you write it?"
"Sing and play by yourself." Ji Qinyang put his legs on the lid of the piano lazily. He turned the pen in his hand and pushed the selected scores to Qian Mo: "You can sing this song at the concert next month. A few songs, practice hard."
Qian Mo: "You really don't plan to join in?"
"Not for now." Ji Qinyang glanced at the time on his phone and was about to pick up Xie Meng: "I haven't been short of money recently."
Qian Mo raised his chin and looked at him: "You are just as vulgar as you are in the eyes of money?"
"It's so vulgar." Ji Qinyang put the headphones on his head: "I have to support my family, how can I do without money."
In a few days, the first half of the semester will end, and Beijing will enter the real summer. However, compared to the sweltering heat in Suzhou, this climate is very comfortable for Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang. Zhang Gangbang and Han Dong have already After booking a return flight ticket, Xie Meng chatted in the WeChat group.
Qi Fei: "Aren't you and Brother Yang coming back?"
Xie Meng: "Well, there will be a concert on Mayday in a few days."
Zhang Ganggang: "I like Mayday too! I knew I would book tickets a few days later!"
Han Dong: "There's nothing you don't like... Where's Zhuo Xiaoyuan?"
Only then did Xie Meng realize that Zhuo Xiaoyuan had not spoken. Just as he was about to privately message the other party, he saw Zhuo Xiaoyuan send a message in the group: "I am with Jinjin in the hospital, and I may come to Beijing in a few days."
Xie Meng frowned and stopped, and Ji Qinyang, who was walking beside him, looked over and glanced: "What's wrong?"
Xie Meng motioned for him to see for himself, Ji Qinyang flipped through the chat record without expression, then took out his mobile phone and called Zhuo Xiaoyuan.
"Okay... I'll give you the address later." Ji Qinyang took Xie Meng's hand: "What are you worrying about, there is a place for you to sleep."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan seemed to say something on the other end of the phone.
Ji Qinyang smiled: "Don't be so polite, hang up."
Xie Meng opened his mouth: "close to her..."
"It's alright." Ji Qinyang squeezed his palm: "It'll be alright."
On the afternoon of Zhuo Xiaoyuan’s arrival, it was just after a thunderstorm in Beijing. Ji Qinyang asked Qian Mo Band to borrow a car to pick up the brothers and sisters. The little girl slumped on Zhuo Xiaoyuan’s shoulders and saw Ji Qinyang smile. : "Brother Qin Yang."
Xie Meng took her into his arms, only to feel that the weight was frighteningly light, Zhuo Xiaoyuan's luggage was loaded into the car by Ji Qinyang, and his face was tired.
"Where to go first?" asked Qian Mo who was driving.
Zhuo Xiaoyuan said, "Let's go to the hospital first. I've made an appointment with the doctor. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time."
Qian Mo nodded and started the car without talking nonsense. Everyone was silent along the way, only occasionally Zhuo Xiaoyuan asked her sister if she wanted to drink water in a low voice.
Zhuo Jin was sleeping in Xie Meng's arms. She looked out the car window and suddenly asked, "Are we going to the Great Wall?"
"I won't go today." Xie Meng coaxed her: "We have to see a doctor first."
The little girl nodded obediently.
Ji Qinyang touched her head.
After arriving at the hospital, registering, checking, and being hospitalized, Zhuo Xiaoyuan talked with the doctor who had made an appointment in the corridor, but his expression never eased. Qian Mo bought dinner and water, but no one touched him.
Zhuo Jinjin was already asleep. She was wearing a hat. Because the hospital clothes were too big, she looked as if she was losing weight.
"I'll stay for the night." Zhuo Xiaoyuan came over and said, "You guys go back first."
Xie Meng: "What did the doctor say?"
Zhuo Xiaoyuan didn't speak, just shook his head.
Ji Qinyang asked him, "Have you brought enough money?"
"Enough, I've brought all the money for chemotherapy." Zhuo Xiaoyuan, as if he didn't want to say more, repeated: "You guys go back first."
Ji Qinyang didn't say much. He took out a card from his wallet and handed it to the other party: "The password is near your birthday. If it's not enough, you can use it."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan opened his mouth but didn't take it. Ji Qinyang just stuffed it into his shirt pocket: "Don't be too tired, Xie Menglai and I will pick up your class tomorrow."
Ji Qinyang and Qian Mo leaned on the car and waited for Xie Meng and Zhuo Xiaoyuan to finish talking. Qian Mo took out a cigarette and lit it. After a few puffs, it went out. He is a singer and usually pays attention to protecting his throat.
"How much is the card?" Qian Mo asked suddenly, "You have to pay the rent next month."
Ji Qinyang said lightly: "I have a way."
Qian Mo snorted: "We have to wait two months for the next game, can you afford it?"
Ji Qinyang glanced at him, Qian Mo raised his eyebrows: "Your partner is rich?"
"You don't need to worry about it." Ji Qinyang saw Xie Meng come out, and made a gesture of ending: "Don't say it."
Qian Mo shrugged, he opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.
Zhuo Xiaoyuan ate the lunch that Qian Mo bought very late. He went to get hot water. When he came back, Zhuo Jinjin was still asleep. He sat by the little girl's bed for a while, stretched out his hand, and carefully touched his sister. Pale, thin arms.
"I'll go out for a while." Zhuo Xiaoyuan whispered to the middle-aged woman on the next bed, "Help me take a look at my sister."
The middle-aged woman smiled enthusiastically: "No problem, you can rest assured."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan thanked him and walked alone into the central garden outside the ward. He stood by the window of his sister's hospital bed for a while, and then slowly squatted down on the concrete floor.
Zhuo Xiaoyuan lit a cigarette for himself, he smoked it quickly, and after a while, only the butt of the cigarette was left. When he was about to dig out the second one, he found that the cigarette case was empty.
"..." With a wry smile, Zhuo Xiaoyuan crumpled the cigarette case into a ball and held it in his hand. He raised his head, lowered his head again, and after a while he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.