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Although it has never been used, it does not look particularly new.

Jiang Shiye hesitated, but finally accepted.

The song he wrote two years ago is in front of him, and he can't be calm.

"Thanks then." He said, ready to connect to Bluetooth.

Open the cover of the charging compartment, and the connection interface pops up, showing the name of the headset.

Two emoji.

- Zombies and Scissorhands.

Jiang Shiye paused for breath, and immediately opened his eyes wide.

In a trance, the OirPods of "Zombie" and "Yeah" have automatically connected to their Bluetooth.

Chapter 7 Verse. Two Singles

Lune is an original music forum under Yihai Company, which is quite small.Two years ago, Jiang Shiye, whose ID was S8, released two songs on it, one called "Fortunately" and the other called "Suo Xing".

Jiang Shiye didn't believe that he would take the same ID name as SB, but when the intro sounded, he immediately realized it.

The song is really its own.

Dream Pop style, without emphasizing the ambience of riffs, the crooning sound is clean and reverberated, the guitar is cruising between several octaves, accompanied by the thick tone of the piano and the soft noise of distortion.

"S8's music style is like taking drugs in space. It is gentle, psychedelic and addictive. It is obviously a typical post-modern Pop Music, but it has a bit of ancient charm. It is really amazing."

This is the number one hot comment in "Suo Xing", and it has already been praised by tens of thousands of people.Jiang Shiye found that these two songs were liked by many people.

He likes it too.After listening to it once, ran through the soundtrack in head.

In fact, it is very strange, and the handling of many details is quite eye-catching.Jiang Shiye first immodestly felt that it was too amazing, and then humbly couldn't believe it was done by himself.

And the lyrics.

It was written in a rather cloudy manner.Although Dream pop originally emphasizes the emotions of adduction.But there were a few sentences that he looked really embarrassed.For example, "Twilight, a song of ups and downs. I'll wait for you to give me, Chaoyueze" in "Simply". It's no wonder that the audience said that it must have been written during the period of passionate love. He himself felt... very fucking hypocritical and nastylittle daughter-in-law.

The two songs were not long, but it took Jiang Shiye fifteen minutes to finish listening to them.

Mainly because he was in a daze for the first ten minutes.

Holding the earphones in a daze.

So this is my earphone, I threw it to Cen Si.

?

This sounds so bullshit, he never bought Oirpods.

But the Bluetooth can be connected automatically, indicating that it has indeed been used.

But even if it belonged to him, he would only use Cen Si's nickname when he lost his mind.

Was that a prank by Cen Si?

But when did the earphones land on his hands?

Jiang Shiye's thoughts turned into earphone cables, which got tangled up in a mess.He couldn't figure it out.

But in any case, this shows that during the three years that Lu Ou called "lost contact", he and Cen Si had an intersection.

"Mr. Zombie?"

A Lang called Jiang Shiye back to his senses.

He blinked and took a deep breath.

Wiping the earphones with his fingertips, he returned them to A Lang, and turned his gaze to the ward, "Can I go in."

A Lang hesitated: "The fourth brother is sleeping."

"fine."

A Lang stopped talking.

Thinking about refusing again would be a bit self-deprecating, he hesitated for a while but nodded, and led Jiang Shiye into the room.

It was quiet and dark inside, with the curtains drawn tightly.A Lang took Jiang Shiye to sit on the sofa outside, handed him oranges, and asked in sign language if he wanted a peach.

Jiang Shiye smiled, thinking that this assistant was too enthusiastic.He wanted to say "no", but found that in such an extremely quiet environment, his throat was tight, so he just shook his head.

He planned to sit for a while to see if Cen Si could wake up.I was quite confused, and also inexplicably excited.

If life after amnesia is regarded as a game of breaking through levels, Jiang Shiye always felt that he was still spinning around the first level, trapped in a fog of confusion about the past and the future.

But today, phone calls, emails, and earphones are like props from heaven, tearing a small breakthrough.Some things that he had forgotten to lose seemed to have sprouted from the blank soil. Even if it made him puzzled, it at least gave him a chance to stare at the sprouts and think.

Jiang Shiye misses his two songs and those two emojis.After an unknown amount of time, Ah Lang, who had been looking at his phone, suddenly stood up from the sofa, startling him.

A Lang said that there seemed to be a few paparazzi outside, and he had to deal with it, and asked Jiang Shiye to wait a while.

After he left in a hurry, the ward became even quieter.

Tick tock, only the sound of the infusion tube.

Cen Si was actually infusion.

Jiang Shiye thought of what Lu Ou said about "insufficient energy and blood", approached and glanced at the person lying on the bed, and then looked away.

After two seconds, he glanced again.

Cen Si was lying on the coffin, the same as in the hair salon, sleeping deeply.I don't know if it's because of the poor lighting in the room, but his skin and lips are indeed pale without blood, stripped of life, just like a delicate and fragile classical sculpture.

Jiang Shiye realized that the reason why the room was so silent was because the man's breathing was barely audible.

It was so quiet that he couldn't help but stay still.

By the time he realized that he was about to become another sculpture, he had already stared at him for almost five minutes.

Then he turned sideways with some overreaction.

Probably it is really too much, and the legs are a little too wide.The sudden rubbing sound seemed to wake up the person on the bed.

Cen Si suddenly turned his head and faced Jiang Shiye's direction.Eyelashes fluttered.

"Ah Lang." He whispered weakly and opened his eyes slightly.

Jiang Shiye stopped and looked at him guiltyly.

Cen Si asked in a daze:

"How long have I been asleep?"

He looked weak and unconscious.Slightly frowning, eyes like the waning moon that is about to be devoured, squinting the slender slits, behind the thick and drooping eyelashes are dark, with a faint light hidden.

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