Chapter 35 "I Want to Open My Own Studio"

Before six o'clock, Sui Yi felt the unique noise of the kitchen ringing in her ears.

He pushed open his eyes, the bed was empty, the low air pressure in the morning brought dizziness, Sui Yi took a deep breath, and slowly got up from the bed.

The sloping ceiling looked particularly cramped in the daytime, Sui Yi accidentally kowtowed, completely sobered up, put on her coat and went downstairs.

The dean was cutting vegetables in the open restaurant wearing reading glasses. Seeing Sui Yi's delighted appearance, he waved, "Squad leader, come here."

He walked over with Yi and greeted her cautiously.

The dean narrowed his eyes with a smile. He simply stopped cutting the vegetables and wiped his hands: "The monitor has come all the way to find Xiaobai, is there something urgent?"

Suiyi laughed dryly: "I'm going home too, just passing by. Dean, you can just call me Suiyi."

The dean paused for a while thoughtfully, and asked, "Which one is it?"

"One piece of clothing, one word for Wei, that Yi." Sui Yi blurted out.

"Good name." The dean wiped his glasses, the two looked at each other, and suddenly felt that he was holding a parent-teacher meeting.

"Where did Xiaobai take you to play?" After a while of silence, the dean asked again.

Sui Yi said indiscriminately: "I've played, I've played."

"I'm relieved to have a good friend like you." The dean put on his glasses, "I'm also worried that he's not used to it at school."

Sui Yi hummed and said nothing.

"Is he okay at school?" the dean couldn't help but repeat, "This kid doesn't talk much, so I worry about him. He doesn't like to tell us good or bad things."

Sui Yi thought of Bai Yan's ramble yesterday, and silently retorted in her heart with disapproval.

"Oh, did you have breakfast?" the dean suddenly asked, "you go wash up first, come and eat."

Sui Yi nodded hurriedly, and the wind and clouds disappeared at the end of the living room.

The breakfast is soy milk fritters, which are common in the south. Sui Yi was pressed by the dean in the center of the table, waiting for dinner with a group of children, and sent messages to Bai Yan on the mobile phone under the table.

"Where have you been?" Sui Yi asked him, taking the fried dough stick handed over by the dean with one hand.

Bai Yan immediately replied: "Are you awake? I'll go to the city to help the family with some errands, and I'll be back in a while."

"Hey, are you new here?" The half-year-old boy across from him stared at Sui Yi for a while and asked him.

Before he could answer, the dean slapped the little boy on the back: "Eat well and talk nonsense."

The boy buried his head and raised his head again after a while: "Then you are his friend?"

Sui Yi nodded.

The little boy bit something and said vaguely, "Then you like noodles too?"

"Um."

"Then you also like to drink mung bean soup, do you also want to take the college entrance examination?" the boy asked him after him like pouring beans.

Sui Yi nodded perfunctorily at him, and then quickly captured the information about mung bean soup.

"Then you will be classmates?" The boy's fritters had been dragged to the table, and he looked at Suiyi curiously.

Sui Yi was finally willing to answer: "We are classmates."

"Okay." The boy said, "How long will Xiaobai be back this time?"

The soy milk has no sugar added, and it has a little mellow aroma of soybeans. Sui Yi thought about it before saying, "He has something to do. When he is done, I will take him back to school."

"Oh." The boy couldn't tell if he was lost, but the dean held a pot of boiled eggs with a slightly subtle expression, took a hot egg and placed it in front of Suiyi, smiled and said, "It's all back to school now. ."

Sui Yi paused while peeling the egg, and smiled dryly.

What Bai Yan said was something, and it was indeed something. He took the dean's ID card and ran several places in the city center before completing the formalities at the end of the year.

Suiyi sent him a lot of messages, as if being tossed by the children in the orphanage gave him a headache.

After Bai Yan signed the last word, he stretched out his hand to take a taxi when he went out the door. When the meter beating for the first time, he felt a little distressed, and then anxiously checked whether the road was blocked or not.

The journey to the orphanage was unobstructed. When Bai Yan rushed to the table hungry, only the dean and Suiyi were left at the table.

Sui Yi unskilledly broke off a few vegetable leaves in his hand and raised his head to look at him.

"Is it done?" The dean asked Bai Yan with a smile on his face.

Bai Yan nodded, only to feel that his throat was hurting, and the table was looking for water to drink.

Sui Yi pushed the water glass in front of him without hesitation, Bai Yan paused, picked up the water glass and drank it.

When he put the water glass back on the table, he saw the dean squinting and looking at him from behind the lens: "Xiao Bai."

Bai Yan turned to look at her.

"When are you going back to school?"

Bai Yan looked at Sui Yi subconsciously. The squad leader had no expression on his face, but he seemed to see something and said inexplicably, "I'll go back tomorrow."

"So soon?" The dean pulled the calendar on the side and glanced at the date, "I'm leaving tomorrow!"

Bai Yan nodded and lied unskilledly: "There are activities in the school on New Year's Day, and you must participate."

Sui Yi's eyelids jumped, and he sat on the side without interrupting him, and then heard Bai Yan say, "So I'm going back tomorrow."

The dean showed a slightly disappointed expression, but turned to cheer up and said, "Oh, I'll make you something delicious today, and I'll go to the market."

The guilt in Bai Yan's heart was haunting, and he went up to accompany her, but was waved away.

The dean took out a palm-sized purse from the small cabinet at the door, and shouted upstairs. Three or four children ran downstairs and went out around her.

Suiyi suddenly understood the feelings of those who destroy other people's families in the TV series, and hesitantly stood behind Bai Yan, and asked, "Are you going back tomorrow?"

"Go back?" Bai Yan hesitated for a second, "I feel so uncomfortable for you here."

Sui Yi did not deny it, and watched him for a while.

He suddenly felt a kind of dazed heartbeat in a room with poor lighting. The light outside the room brought some floating dust into it, and the extremely fine dust turned into a flickering point of light, and it became a kind of eager desire.

Sui Yi stretched out his hand and touched Bai Yan's head very skillfully. There was a touch of wet and cold outside the house on his hair, and it was a little cold in the palm of his hand.

Bai Yan took two breaths and took Sui Yi's hand to go upstairs. The cramped stairs made people walk back and forth. Sui Yi followed behind him, raising his head as he walked, and the back of Bai Yan's head followed the footsteps. Shaking slightly, like a playful little animal.

That strange, indescribable stability emerged from the bottom of my heart again. Since seeing Bai Yan again, the dangling feeling in his heart has disappeared. It seems that the word Bai Yan can occupy enough space. All the defense systems in his body calmed people down.

But perhaps it was also because what Bai Yan had said to him had a stronger effect, Sui Yi thought.

Getting on the red leather train at Hequan Station is a Christmas full of red, with Sui Yi carrying her own bag and carrying the specialties that the dean brought to Bai Yan.

Bai Yan grabbed his arm naturally, watching the train slowly stop, his mouth pursed tightly, showing the nervous expression that people are used to for many times.

The whistle was very loud, Bai Yan frowned slightly, and guarded Sui Yi into the carriage like playing with an eagle and catching a chicken.

Sui Yi shoved the person into the window seat, took the bulging backpack in his hand, and placed it on his lap one after another. Bai Yan moved to take it back, but he grabbed his hand.

Bai Yan stopped sensitively, and seemed to think about his words: "Squad leader, I'll take it myself."

Sui Yi didn't speak, and held his fingers a little harder.

Bai Yan hesitated for a long time, and then said softly, "... a lot of people."

"A lot of people." Sui Yi repeated without emotion, not feeling guilty at all, and very seriously grabbed Bai Yan's hand and stuck it to his leg.

Bai Yan looked at his solemn face, the irritability caused by the crowded and the whistle dissipated in an instant, followed by a gentle and comfortable touch, he touched a cocoon in Suiyi's palm, He smiled involuntarily and leaned out of the car window again.

Sui Yi worked hard all day, as if she had a majestic sense of responsibility, she just carried all her luggage until the evening.

The passengers in the hard seat area began to fall asleep, Bai Yan also bowed his head, yawned, Sui Yi looked at him, raised his hand and pressed Bai Yan's head on his shoulders.

Before Bai Yan stumbled into sleep, he called out to him, "Squad leader..."

Sui Yi pressed his face against his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Don't sit and stand." Bai Yan's voice gradually became quieter, as if he had handed over some arduous task.

Sui Yi didn't answer, the carriage became quiet, and only the movement of the wheels hitting the rails and the breath of Bai Yan remained between the two of them.

Sui Yi felt the temperature on the side of his face, and there was a brief blank in his brain, followed by a longer fluctuation. He suddenly wanted to remember something, so he opened the memo on the phone with his other hand.

There are a few of the memos with half-written lyrics, and a photo above the lyrics is filled with staff.

"Lyrics are what comes to your mind, write it down first."

"Your music is easy to move people, it's just a matter of words."

"What's in your heart, what's your wish, you write it down first."

"It's fine to adjust and extend it later."

"You can try first."

Sui Yi recalled what the vocal music teacher said during the art exam, she worked hard to identify her current mood, and followed the steps to analyze her wishes.

In addition to being admitted to the vocal music department that no longer exists, he has a second clear wish, which is to stay with Bai Yan and take care of him all the time.

This thought was like a split in his heart, which made him sour and astringent at the same time clear and clear, Sui Yi thought for a while, and wrote the original intention in the title of the mobile phone memo.

It was very dark outside the car window, and when stared at me, could find a large area of ​​unsightly wasteland. Sui Yi typed faster, as if she had gone to a large open and free field.

After leaving the West Railway Station, Bai Yan raised his hand to take a taxi, but Sui Yi hesitated to stop him.

"I feel like you can't even move your neck." Bai Yan pointed to his neck.

He slept on Sui Yi's shoulder for most of the night, and when he woke up, he stretched and heard Sui Yi gasp, as if it hurt a lot.

In the end, I got into a very old taxi. The master is a very enthusiastic local. He opened his mouth and asked, "Are you guys coming to Beijing to play?"

"Well." Sui Yi went out the door and learned to fool.

"Why are you going to the film school?" the master asked. "Are you going to see a star?"

"Yeah!" Bai Yan imitated Sui Yi's tone.

"You can't see the stars at the film school, you have to go to CCTV! There are many stars there!" The master said very excitedly, "You go to the door in the morning, the car is coming and going, and it is full of stars!"

The two tacitly chose silence.

"I think you two are pretty good-looking, and you can be a star!" The master's enthusiasm was not affected at all, and he continued to chat on his own: "I heard that being a star earns millions of dollars a year..."

The taxi turned on at a lengthy traffic light, and the inside of the carriage suddenly became quiet. The intersection was a newly-built cultural and creative park. The large white bungalows looked a bit abrupt in the urban area with many high-rise buildings. The entrance of the park was marked with several signs. A very thin artistic font that reads No. 89 North Road.

After turning another corner, he entered the campus of the Northern College. The taxi stopped outside the school gate, and he turned his head with great momentum.

There are ten minutes from the main entrance to the dormitory, and there are few people on the campus near the holidays.

Sui Yi took a few steps and ripped the bag from Bai Yan's hand without saying a word.

Bai Yan raised his head to look at Sui Yi, only to see his expressionless face and dark blue lower eyelids.

"Squad leader." Bai Yan suddenly said.

"What's wrong?" Sui Yi looked at him.

Bai Yan was stunned for a moment, and felt that he was inexplicable, and said, "It's okay, I'll call you."

Suiyi didn't find it strange, and responded to him: "Well."

"Do you want to film in the future?" Bai Yan thought of the words of the driver in the taxi, "Do you want to be a star in the future?"

Sui Yi was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't thought about this issue, she thought about it and said, "I want to make a song, I can sing."

"Sign a record company?" Bai Yan searched for a few seconds before asking the question.

"I want to open my own studio." Sui Yi blurted out a dream similar to that of many others, "I want to be a music studio myself."

Bai Yan asked in a low voice, "What is the music studio like?"

"It's just that there is a workshop, just write songs and record songs." Sui Yi has never seen a serious studio, and described it calmly according to what she imagined.

"What's the workplace like?" Bai Yan was chasing after him.

Sui Yi said blankly, "It's almost like a white house at the intersection."

Bai Yan's mind jumped over the white house at the intersection, and there was a huge, black sign of No. 89.

"Usually there are two or three rooms, a recording studio, a control room, and maybe a room where instruments are played and songs are written."

Bai Yan nodded and said nothing.

The poplar trees along the sidewalk were already bare, the sunlight hit the ground through the branches, and the dry and cold air rushed into the ears and noses.