"There will be nothing more in line with my heart than them." Ji Youyan stood at the door and looked around the room, and answered sincerely. This is a rehearsal room. Opposite the glass partition should be the control room. The venue is very large. Just a glance at Ji Youyan's heart will make you feel confident.

On par with the top commercial recording studios she's been to. Too extravagant.

Jingxiu only regarded her as a lover, and didn't take it to heart: "If there is something inappropriate, you bring it up now, and there is still time to change it."

"Here is a large rehearsal room, which is convenient for band rehearsal, and opposite is the control room. This studioA has a special design, that is, you can see the ceiling, which is made of glass, and the studioC recording studio on the second floor is visible to the three spaces here. Yes, it is convenient for simultaneous recording." She pointed to the design of the wall, the guitar box, drum, and microphone box in the rehearsal room... one by one, she introduced the past.

Ji Youyan was relatively calm at first, but gradually attracted his attention to these top-level devices that he had only seen in the introduction before, and he couldn't put it down.

Jingxiu followed her, looking at the pure love and happiness in her eyes, her heart also felt heartfelt satisfaction.

Ji Youyan played from the first floor to the second floor, and finally tried to record and sing in studio C for a while, and then went to the control room to think for a long time.

When she raised her head from the custom-made console, she inadvertently bumped into Jingxiu through the glass and stared into her own eyes, a feeling of annoyance rose spontaneously.

She played so much that she forgot the time and left Jingxiu to hang out for a long time.

She took off her headphones and went into the recording studio, squeezed into the sofa where Jingxiu was sitting, touched Jingxiu's face and coaxed her, "Are you bored, sleepy?"

Jingxiu shook his head, "It's okay." After a while, she asked her again, "Do you like it?"

Ji Youyan grabbed her hand in her palm and said every word seriously: "I like it, I like it very much." She didn't say thank you, but just kissed Jingxiu's forehead and said distressedly: "Axiu, you've worked hard. "As a layman, you can imagine how much effort it takes to build such a recording studio under such a busy schedule.

Unexpectedly, Jingxiu restrained his long eyelashes, stared at Ji Youyan's clear eyes, and said unceremoniously, "Well, it's quite hard work."

With one hand on Ji Youyan's chin, she reached behind the sofa with the other, and familiarly changed the interior to a darker light.

The atmosphere suddenly became charming.

Ji Youyan sat up on his knees and kissed Jingxiu, and said slyly, "Then I'll find a way to make you relax?"

Jingxiu avoided her kiss, her voice already tainted with fascination: "Use my method."

"What way?" Ji Youyan teased her with interest like a kitten.

Jingxiu stood up straight, and took advantage of Ji Youyan's unpreparedness, and changed positions with Ji Youyan.

"You just sang." Jingxiu's habitually clear eyes became misty.

very charming. Ji Youyan pushed back Jingxiu's scattered hair and raised his body to kiss Jingxiu's chin. "Hmm." She grunted out of her throat.

"Now, I want to hear hum." Jingxiu breathed like blue in Ji Youyan's ear. "Yanyan, hum a song for me here."

The word "hum" is meaningful.

Ji Youyan let out a soft laugh, as if embarrassed: "But what if I want to hear you hum too?"

"Let's see who of us is better at composing music?" He seemed to be discussing very seriously.

Jingxiu curled her lips and did not answer her words. Taking advantage of her position, she grabbed Ji Youyan's hands and pressed them to the top of her head.

"Then I'll come first." She kissed Ji Yuyan and smiled softly.

...

After a long drought and rain, both of them were very happy. There is a lounge and bathroom on the third floor. The two of them cleaned up a little, went upstairs to take a shower, and prepared to sleep there.

There was everything in the bathroom, Ji Youyan tore off the outer packaging, raised his eyes and teased Jingxiu: "I think you had a plan."

Jingxiu's fair face was blushing, but he didn't turn his face away from Ji Youyan, but he didn't refute it.

Yes, she had a plan. She hoped that she could forget about other things and be happy.

After being satisfied, Ji Youyan slept soundly, which is a rare good quality recently. Jingxiu restrained herself from daring to sleep. Seeing that she was really asleep, she felt relieved and let the drowsiness sweep him away.

On the second day, the two slept together until the third day. After eating the breakfast sent by the guard, Ji Youyan and Jingxiu left the recording studio and drove home.

On the way, Jingxiu casually mentioned to Ji Youyan: "The studio still has a custom American mixer that hasn't been delivered yet. When the movie is finished, you should be in time when you come back to record the album."

Ji Youyan thought of something, his eyes darkened. She curled her knuckles slightly and confessed to Jingxiu, "Axiu, my album should not start production until next year."

"When the movie is over, I want to go abroad first."

The speed of the car suddenly slowed down, and Jingxiu looked at Ji Youyan in astonishment.

Ji Youyan no longer concealed it, and spoke clearly with Jingxiu: "Axiu, you know, I'm looking for Master Daokong." She saw the note that Jingxiu left on the portrait.

"Any news?" Jingxiu frowned slightly.

Ji Youyan nodded and shook his head again: "Yes, I asked Zhuo Rin's Buddhist friend to help me pay attention. Her friend met Master Dao Kong at a scripture debate in Bhutan some time ago. But..." Her voice was stained. Pain: "Master doesn't want to come back to see us. He said that the frontier is over, so don't force it, just do it yourself."

It cannot be forced, it means that Daokong obviously knows what they want, and also expresses that - not guessing, Jingxiu really lacks. These twelve words are too heavy. As if the sentence was pronounced, Ji Youyan's last hope was lost, so he couldn't sleep at night and suffered every day. She looked at Jingxiu lying down beside her, but she always felt as if she was all in a mirror.

"He doesn't want to come back, so I'll find him." Ji Youyan's eyes were firm.

The author has something to say: Ji Wang: My Axiu sings really well.

Ruan Ningwei was excited: haven't heard Teacher Jing sing for a long time. What are you singing about?