He forced me to take responsibility after my roommate was scumbag

Chapter 15

What is paid?What is the compensation? !I'm just being polite, why do you take it seriously! ! !

"I'll treat you to dinner later?" Tang Qingzhi just said the words, and the two remained silent for a few seconds.

——Eat a damn meal, you just finished your fucking meal, okay? !

"Then I will be your wingman next time...?" The two fell into silence again.

——What the hell, didn't Yu Qiuzhu say he would not fall in love? !

"I……"

"No need." Yu Qiuzhu finally couldn't help but interrupted him, "I only have one request."

Tang Qingzhi shielded his body timidly, his eyes full of vigilance.

"I didn't ask you to sell yourself." Yu Qiuzhu glanced over, "You can just sell yourself."

Geisha Tang Qingzhi's eyes widened.

"You come to my studio to help, you don't have to do things you don't like, but as long as I go to the studio, you have to be with me, help me out, give ideas, whatever you want, but you have to come." Yu Qiuzhu crackled He laid out the details like a primary school student memorizing a text, obviously he had already figured out how to squeeze himself before coming here.

Tang Qingzhi just felt dizzy - the school couldn't go out usually, and if he was tied up with Yu Qiuzhu on weekends, what free time would he have? ?How can I go out to catch a kid by myself? ?Why are the white stripes in the waves turning upside down? ? ?How to make a flower that walks freely? ? ?

"What? You don't want to?" Seeing his bitter face, Yu Qiuzhu's voice came to his ears with a smile.

This is the first time Tang Qingzhi heard Yu Qiuzhu speak in such a tone. His voice was a little tired, and the ending was rarely raised. He deliberately lowered the volume, half-closed to his ear, and his low and sullen voice was direct. A [-]-meter runway was drawn in Tang Qingzhi's cerebral cortex.

"You don't really want to pay with flesh, do you?"

Damn, got teased.

Tang Qingzhi was about to speak against the general, but by coincidence, a call came from his cell phone.

"Even if you don't admit it all tomorrow, at least you call me pious now..."

Coincidentally, the ringtone was secretly replaced by Yu Qiuzhu's couple's style...

Tang Qingzhi felt that his scalp was about to explode, so he hurriedly answered the call, and dismissed the courier on the opposite side, only to see that Yu Qiuzhu had no intention of hiding his playful eyes.

"Ecstasy overnight?"

"Could it be that all the love and hate are waiting for one person, close the door, only us."

The air seems to be filled with pious and ambiguous lyrics, and Yu Qiuzhu's eyes staring at Tang Qingzhi seem to have dropped petals, with fresh dew, moist and attractive.

This atmosphere cannot be savored carefully, and accidents will definitely happen if you savor it carefully.

Tang Qingzhi hurriedly withdrew from the imminent confrontational battlefield: "I, I like Eason Chan very much..."

"Yeah." Yu Qiuzhu saw that he was so nervous that he disconnected from the Internet, so he just nodded and didn't go into details, but the moment he turned his face back, the unhidden smile still revealed the little ups and downs in his heart: " I also like Liang Qiaobai very much."

I rely on.Yu Qiuzhu can always use the most plain response to evoke the most extreme embarrassment deep in Tang Qingzhi's heart. The three rooms and one living room are about to be expanded into the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, and all the smooth talkers in normal times are all offline at this moment.

Complete suppression—Tang Qingzhi regretted calling for rescue.This situation is really not as good as confronting Zheng Xiaotian alone, even if he is violently beaten up by the other party, his nose is blue and his eyes are swollen, it is more enjoyable than being shamelessly trampled on in front of him.

"So." Yu Qiuzhu asked, "Prostitution or prostitution?"

Tang Qingzhi raised his head, and suddenly reached the part of his specialty, so he couldn't help but frivolously said, "I've already done odd jobs for you, what's the difference from prostitution?"

Yu Qiuzhu nodded innocently: "That's what I mean."

I believe in you.

Yu Qiuzhu's emotional intelligence is not low and he doesn't gossip. Tang Qingzhi was embarrassed by not going back to his ex and sexual orientation, and changed the topic without a trace.

"Then you come with me now?" Yu Qiuzhu really didn't look like a beast when he came down, but his eyes were slightly restrained, and Tang Qingzhi began to be confused about what kind of person he was.

"Now?" Tang Qingzhi looked at his watch, "It's too late."

After dinner, it was almost 07:30. Although the sky was not dark and clean, the night had already emerged with the heat.

"It's okay to have me accompany you in a formal place?" Yu Qiuzhu asked.

After knowing it, this person is really old and cunning. He has been tricked out of so many secrets. He didn't even reveal his sexual orientation. Now he still can't find a breakthrough even if he refuses.

"Okay..." Tang Qingzhi hesitated.

Yu Qiuzhu's studio is in the center of the city, so it's not a problem to walk there, but Yu Qiuzhu's name is to maintain leg protectors, so the two of them took a taxi.

[Let's end it] Brother, I'm going to spend the night at the handsome guy's house tonight!

【Pluto】…

hey-hey.Tang Qingzhi was happier seeing Pluto deflated than he was when he caught Kaizi.

[Pluto] Coincidentally, I'm with him tonight.

Five thunderstorms hit the top.

When he saw that Pluto was not only not jealous but also very frank, Tang Qingzhi knew that he was completely defeated this time - he had already tricked the little boy into his side, and he was just a show boy who couldn't redeem himself...

【Let it go】I want to see his photo!

Let's see which little goblin tricked this scumbag into obsession! !

[Pluto] You trade yours, it looks good and I immediately leave him to find you.

【It's all over】Brother, come quickly [Picture]

Tang Qingzhi posted a picture of a muscular man with his legs spread apart. The high-quality picture quality has a strong philosophical atmosphere.

【Pluto】It’s too fierce to bear, let’s say goodbye

The taxi stopped at the gate of an unremarkable community. It was completely dark at this time, and there were men and women walking around the gate of the community, but it did not prevent the dark gate from bringing some strange fantasies to Tang Qingzhi.

——I heard that the kiln also has a family workshop now, I am so handsome, I won’t...

Following Yu Qiuzhu around the winding and secluded neighborhood for a long time, when he stood in front of the first floor where the doors and windows were tightly sealed, Tang Qingzhi had already put his thumb on the emergency alarm shortcut button on his phone.

When Yu Qiuzhu took out the keys, Tang Qingzhi was already bowed and ready to retreat.

When the door was unscrewed, half of Tang Qingzhi's body was ready to run away.

With a bang, the door opened.Tang Qingzhi was briefly blinded by the flooding light—alert!The enemy uses □□ to temporarily deprive our side of vision, and our side loses the ability to act. Request reinforcements! !

"Fish? Have you brought friends?" A male voice came from the room——There are accomplices!It's the bustard!Still a boy mom! !

"Well, my roommate." Yu Qiuzhu said.

It took ten seconds at the door for blood to return to blue before Tang Qingzhi saw the scene in the room in a daze.

Warm lighting, several post-modernist paintings on the walls, and thick carpets on the floor, the living room is not very big, and there are a lot of musical instruments - drums, keyboards, electric guitars, violins, etc. Wait, there are also microphones and consoles that look very stylish.

Think too much.It's really a music studio.

——What's the matter with being a little disappointed.

Looking up again, in front of him is a man in his thirties, slightly fat, wearing black-rimmed glasses and bearded, he looks like a rough artist at first glance.

"This is Cheng Yuan, Brother Cheng, the master arranger." Yu Qiuzhu introduced.

"Hello, Brother Cheng!" Tang Qingzhi greeted obediently, "My name is Tang Qingzhi."

"It's Xiao Tang." Cheng Yuan suddenly realized, "I heard Yu Yu said that you sing well. This guy protects the food. He hasn't heard your song for me until now."

Yu Qiuzhu's tone was gentle, but serious enough not to give any room for rebuttal: "I can't just send it to others without his permission."

Tang Qingzhi felt his heart skip a beat.

"Then hurry up and record it. Can Xiao Tang give me a face after recording it?" Brother Cheng laughed.

Tang Qingzhi bent his eyes: "Of course Brother Cheng's words are fine."

Yu Qiuzhu's cold face collapsed again.

……

This studio was rebuilt from a rented room with three bedrooms and one living room. The living room was not well soundproofed, so it was used as a place for musical instrument rehearsals. Yu Qiuzhu had his own room, which contained relatively professional sound mixing equipment. The largest room It belonged to Cheng Yuan. Tang Qingzhi just glanced at it from outside the door, and was blinded by the densely packed wires and gaudy operating consoles in the room.

The recording room is connected to Yu Qiuzhu’s room. There is no window in the room, the door is thickened, sound-proof foam boards are pasted on the wall, and a professional-looking microphone is placed in the center of the room. There is also a guitar hanging on the side. According to Yu Qiuzhu's introduction, it was decorated with reference to various balabala acoustic principles.

"The place is too small, I can only play." Yu Qiuzhu said frankly: "It's far worse than a professional recording studio."

Tang Qingzhi went to a professional recording studio once. In his opinion, as a person who doesn't know much about equipment, except for a slight difference in size, the level of sophistication of the content is actually the same.

"Very professional." Tang Qingzhi said.

Tang Qingzhi looked at the dazzling equipment and musical instruments in the room, and felt a little happy for no reason.

"I think you should like music." Yu Qiuzhu looked into Tang Qingzhi's bright eyes with a smile in his eyes.

Tang Qingzhi then laughed: "You feel right."

If it weren't for the unhappy past in junior high school, Tang Qingzhi would probably be a quasi-professional music lover now.

He likes to sing, listen to songs, has an understanding of various genres, likes to think about accompaniment and arrangement, he knows a little bit of music theory and a little bit of keyboard, he will listen to songs with his eyes closed all night and then in his mind Study the picture.

But apart from Tang Qingzhi himself, including his parents, no one knew how much he liked music.

After all, "like music", in some people's mouth, is a symbol of hypocrisy, pretense, and fake literature and art.

This era is sick, sensibility is regarded as hypocritical, love becomes contemptible, people cannot live frankly, let alone see others living frankly.

Tang Qingzhi has long been worn into a dishonest appearance, good at disguising, forced to hide, and has long forgotten the truth.

Getting along with Yu Qiuzhu, Tang Qingzhi rarely had the feeling of regaining his original heart.

Yu Qiuzhu turned around, took down the guitar hanging on the wall, pushed the bench on one side to Tang Qingzhi, and sat on the chair by himself.

"Come on." Yu Qiuzhu snapped his fingers, "Practice first."

Tang Qingzhi sat down obediently, listening to Yu Qiuzhu slowly playing the prelude to Loving Strangers.

This is a very gentle song, and the accompaniment is not difficult. Yu Qiuzhu didn't have a score, so he improvised a piece, which is a little more lively than the original version.

With just a few notes, Tang Qingzhi can feel that Yu Qiuzhu is a person with a very good sense of music, and he is extremely talented in comprehending and understanding music. In other words, it would be a pity if he was only doing post-mixing.

"Loving Strangers, Loving Strangers, Loving Strangers..."

"Wait a moment." As soon as he sang a sentence, Yu Qiuzhu held down the vibrating strings in his hand, the accompaniment came to an abrupt end, and Tang Qingzhi hurriedly shut up.

"I sang it wrong...?" Tang Qingzhi said timidly - when he sang this song for strangers, what he automatically brought in was Yu Qiuzhu's handsome face that he hadn't known for a day, and now he is getting familiar with it Yes, my mood has changed a bit.

But emotions are like the last pinch of seasoning sprinkled on the barbecue. Even if you don't add it, it won't affect the flavor of the whole song.

Yu Qiuzhu shook his head and stood up: "No, I don't want you to sing this anymore."

He opened the long midi keyboard on one side, which is 88 keys, and can basically completely restore the structure of the piano.

"Have you heard this song?" Yu Qiuzhu played a prelude smoothly, "Let It Be Me."

Coincidentally.Tang Qingzhi's eyes lit up, he beat the beat slowly, and sang along with the accompaniment.

"Ibless the day I found you

Thank God for letting me meet you

I want to stay around you

i want to stay with you

Now and forever

no matter how old

Letitbeme

let me love you"

Tang Qingzhi likes this piece very much, and of course, he likes the source of this piece even more.

This is an episode of the movie "Pounding Heart".

Heart pounding.

The author has something to say: Fish: I don't want to be a stranger!I want to be heartbroken! !

(Lyrics translated from Wang Yiyun)