HTI: Chapter 19

Xie Yang poured a pot of chicken soup and everyone became energized.

Ke Lan: He’s right. IUD isn’t over yet.

Xu Chenhao: Yes.

Only Tong Jian strayed from the point: The new song is being recorded? When? Why didn’t I know about it? Didn’t you just finish the arrangement and the lyrics and title haven’t come out?

Everyone, “……”

The atmosphere in the group instantly relaxed and Ke Lan sent two voice messages.

“The lyrics have been finalized and the title of the song is fixed. It is called IUD.”

“We rose due to the album ‘IUD’ and we will end with the song ‘IUD. Let’s all cheer together.”

It was silent for a moment.

Tong Jian: Come on!!

Xu Chenhao: Come on.

Hu Biao: Come on!

Xie Yang smiled and also sent a cheer. He was in a good mood and couldn’t help sending to Qiu Xing on WeChat: When are you coming back? Please watch the show.

Qiu Xing replied in seconds: Immediately.

Xie Yang was stunned but quickly understood the meaning. He got up and walked out of the room to the balcony, looking in the direction of the community’s entrance. A dozen seconds later, the light of headlights cut through the night. The two gates slowly opened and a familiar black car drove in and went straight to the villa.

Xie Yang turned and headed downstairs.

***

By the time Xie Yang arrived in the living room, Qiu Xing had entered the door. He was wearing a black formal suit and had no expression on his face. He had just walked in and was taking off his coat. He glanced over lightly when Xie Yang came down. Then he threw the coat on the sofa, removed his tie, threw it and sat on the single seat chair with closed eyes.

Xie Yang sat on the couch beside Qiu Xing’s chair and noticed the shadows under his eyes were very thick, much worse than when he left. Xie Yang asked, “Are you very tired?”

Qiu Xing didn’t speak. His legs stretched out, his hands were folded over his abdomen, his shoulders lowered in a relaxed manner and his breathing was light and low. He seemed tired.

Xie Yang got up.

“Where are you going?”

Xie Yang stopped to look at Qiu Xing. He saw this person’s eyes were still closed and replied, “I’m going to pour you some water. Your lips are very dry and you need to rehydrate.”

“Humph.” Qiu Xing snorted and raised his hand to undo the button at the neck. Then he sunk deeper into the sofa, his exhausted voice hoarse. “I don’t need you to do this… sit down.”

Liu Sha moved toward Xie Yang lightly. She gestured for him to ‘sit down’ and ‘I’ll do it.’ Then she went to pick up Qiu Xing’s coat and tie and walked away lightly.

Xie Yang sat back down on the sofa and found that the housekeeper and Assistant He Jun, who had just been in the area, had disappeared, leaving him and Qiu Xing alone.

The room was quiet and Xie Yang could clearly hear Qiu Xing’s breathing. The sound was light and long, but there was a type of unsteady feeling like it was blocked by something. It sounded uncomfortable.

Xie Yang observed what Qiu Xing looked like at this time.

No one looked good when they were sick and Qiu Xing was no exception. As the villain in a romance novel, Qiu Xing had a high face value that could make the male lead but it was difficult to notice due to sickness that always lingered and the depressed air.

For example, Qiu Xing was currently leaning back on the chair with his head slightly raised. The lines of his forehead to his chin and his neck were perfect works of art but the first thing anyone noticed when they saw him were the slightly sunken eye sockets and dull lips.

Xie Yang thought of his struggle to survive in the apocalypse. At that time, he was tired every day. There was a lack of sleep, he was physically overdrawn and his brain worked too quickly. He was always vigilant so he wouldn’t be pulled into the abyss by danger… just like the current Qiu Xing.

“What are you looking at?”

Xie Yang’s spirit returned. He didn’t know when but Qiu Xing had opened his eyes. Xie Yang replied, “I was a bit curious about… what you looked like when you were young.” He changed the words ‘before you became ill’ in time.

Qiu Xing’s face was cold. “Are you saying that I’m old?”

“……”

Xie Yang felt that he was crazy for feeling sympathy for Qiu Xing. He stated, “No, you’re young.”

Qiu Xing’s eyebrows rose as he watched Xie Yang with a frown. Then he closed his eyes again and leaned back on the chair with a look of anger and irritability.

Xie Yang also leaned back on the sofa.

After a while.

“You—”

“You—”

The two of them spoke at the same time and shut up at the same time.

Qiu Xing opened his eyes and raised a hand to press against his temple, palm half-covering his eyes. “What show?”

Liu Sha had just brought over water. Xie Yang took it, poured some warm water into a glass and answered, “My first stage performance. Do you want to see it?” Then he handed the water to Qiu Xing.

Qiu Xing glanced at Xie Yang, sat up straight and took the water, saying, “I’m not interested.” Then he put the cup back in Xie Yang’s hand, got up and walked toward the stairs.

Xie Yang put down the cup and followed.

Qiu Xing stopped and turned. He stood on the stairs and stared down at Xie Yang, eyebrows furrowed and face closed off. “What are you following me to do?”

“I’m not following you. I’m going upstairs to rest.”

“……”

A few seconds later, Qiu Xing turned around and strode upstairs, disappearing around the corner of the stairs.

Xie Yang watched him leave and continued.

“Little boss.”

Xie Yang stopped and looked back.

Liu Sha stood below the stairs and said, “When Ah Xing isn’t feeling well, he doesn’t care much about people. In addition, when he was outside, he asked his assistant every day if there were any new messages.”

Xie Yang couldn’t understand the meaning of Liu Sha’s sentence initially until he remembered what he told He Jun previously. He said he would contact He Jun before contacting Qiu Xing to determine if Qiu Xing was resting or not.

It seemed that after that, he was too busy with many things and never contacted Qiu Xing.

Xie Yang put his hands in his pants pocket and said, “Assistant Liu, please call me Xie Yang later.”

Liu Sha thought he didn’t understand her hint and was silent for two seconds. “I understand. Then you rest early and good night.”

“Where is the instrument that I asked Qiu Xing to help me buy?”

Liu Sha turned and stopped.

Xie Yang took a step down and explained, “If I practice in my room, will you be able to hear it on the second floor?”

Liu Sha watched Xie Yang and smiled after a few seconds. “I’m not sure. You can try it.”

***

The full moon rises in the sky.

Xie Yang took the violin to the balcony, found a place with the best light and placed the frame of the violin on his left shoulder. He slightly cocked his head, stuck his chin to the violin and raised his hand to place the bow above the violin. His fingers pressed on the string and he paused a few seconds before gently pulling the bow.

A short noise resembling wood being sawed drifted through the night.

It had been too long since he touched the violin and his fingers were stiff due to the emotional reasons. The first sound broke off without any warning and Xie Yang chuckled softly.

He loved this peace and prosperity.

The cool night wind of early autumn touched his cheeks. Xie Yang closed his eyes, felt the temperature of the violin and moved his wrist slightly, pulling out a second sound.

The slightly stiff, normal violin sounds flowed out. Then the violin sounds were connected in a line, woven into a net, hesitated in the air, ran cautiously and finally jumped happily. They were entwined in the breeze, swayed in the moonlight and spread toward the depths of darkness.

Xie Yang felt that he had also become a note, stretched out in the moonlight, stepping on the clouds in the breeze, freed from all his shackles. He looked at the brand-new world under his feet like joyful child, playing and laughing. He indulged in crying and after the fatigue, found the softest and safest cloud to sleep peacefully in the deepest place.

Downstairs.

In a dark room, Qiu Xing was tormented by a headache and couldn’t sleep. He leaned against the head of the bed, holding an unlit cigarette in his hand and leaned his head onto the soft pillows behind him.

The sound of the violin stirred the darkness and surrounded him without any gaps.

“Che.”

After a while, Qiu Xing crumpled up the cigarette and laid down.

“What is he playing? It is hard to hear.”

The notes had found the cloud that could be used for sleeping and curled up inside it lazily, yawning slightly. Qiu Xing closed his eyes and subconsciously adjusted his breathing to the rhythm of the music.

The symptoms of his headache didn’t alleviate but he quickly fell asleep.

***

Xie Yang stayed up all night again.

Playing the violin in the middle of the night really wasn’t a good idea. He was playing when he suddenly came up with inspiration. He couldn’t help returning to the computer in his room to record it. By the time it finished being recorded, the sky had slowly lightened up.

By the time Xie Yang closed his computer, the wall clock showed his usual breakfast time.

He was tired and wanted to sleep but no, he had to fill his stomach first.

Xie Yang pushed away from the computer and got up. He tried his best to resist the fatigue caused by the lack of sleep in his body. He went downstairs.

Downstairs, Qiu Xing had already woken up. He was sitting at the table looking at his phone. Breakfast was on the table but he wasn’t eating it. Xie Yang sat across from Qiu Xing but didn’t even have the energy to say ‘good morning.’ He picked up a small steamed dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, leaning back on the chair without speaking.

Qiu Xing looked Xie Yang up and down, expression dark. “What’s going on?”

“I stayed up all night.”

Qiu Xing’s expression visibly chilled.

“Don’t talk.” Xie Yang raised a hand. “My temper becomes worse when I haven’t slept properly. If you mess with me then I’ll pay you back. Don’t make me too mad to eat.”

Qiu Xing sneered. “You will be too angry that you can’t eat? You?”

Xie Yang silently ate a bun. If he was tired then he was too lazy to even speak.

Qiu Xing’s lips flattened and he stared at Xie Yang with a blank expression. Then he suddenly placed his hands on the table and got up to leave.

Xie Yang couldn’t care about Qiu Xing. After breakfast, he went upstairs. After a simple wash, he threw himself into bed. After sleeping for less than two hours, Xie Yang was woken up by the ringing of his phone. He opened his blurry eyes, grasped to connect the phone, turned on speaker mood and dropped the phone on the pillow, closing his eyes again.

“Hey.”

“Xie Yang, Mo Bin’s side has made another announcement.” Hu Biao’s voice filled with suppressed anger was heard. “He twisted the facts and said he did have a contradiction with Tong Jian and Ke Lan, but the origin of the contradiction is that Tong Jian and Ke Lan thought the song he wrote wasn’t good and wanted to buy music from outside. He disagreed so they had a difference in opinion.”

Xie Yang became a bit sober and opened his eyes halfway. “His new company must be giving up on him if he is talking like this.”

If Mo Bin had remained silent then all the unfavourable remarks about Mo Bin on the Internet would just be rumours without any truth and it will be over eventually. Now Mo Bin came forward and responded. Wasn’t this just giving them a hammer?

“Mo Bin said more than this.” Hu Biao took a deep breath. “He found someone to explode the story that your father once wanted to sell you to someone. He said that after that, you gained a big heart and couldn’t look at IUD. You are trying to provoke the relationship between members and you want everyone to split up.”

Xie Yang hadn’t expected someone to be as stupid as Mo Bin. A lack of sleep made him angry so he said briefly, “Don’t worry about him, let him dance enough.” After he finished, he hung up the phone. Then he opened Weibo and typed something before turning off the phone and covering himself with a quilt.

Weibo.

[Xie Yang: @Mo Bin. I will get some sleep first. Once I wake up, let’s talk about my dad wanting to sell me.]


The author has something to say:

Hu Biao who was looking at Xie Yang’s Weibo… covered his chest and died on the spot.

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