Desert Island
荒岛
by Qiu Jianyue (丘间月)
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 20k Words
- Chapters
- 5
- Genre
- Baihe (GL)
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 2mo ago
- Source
- JJWXC
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Synopsis
Introduction to the work Shen Qingci stayed in the Procuratorate for ten years. She was used to sitting in a corner, leaning against the wall, and burying her emotions in the pages of the file. After her mother left, she never finished playing a piece of music, and never let anyone get close to the back of her neck. Song Ye has been singing in bars for six years. She wore an old leather jacket, silver earrings, and a scar on her right wrist that she never explained. She changed the lyrics of a hundred songs on stage and never stopped for a beat for anyone. One autumn, someone dragged her into a bar called "Desert Island". Shen Qingci sat in the corner without raising his head. Song Ye changed the lyrics on stage - singing "I'm afraid you're too smart" to "I'm afraid you pretend not to see". Shen Qingci's ears moved, and his fingers unconsciously pressed under the table, as if they were falling on the keys of a piano. It was the muscle memory left by her sixteen years of piano training, more honest than her will. Later she went again. Song Ye was not there when she went there for the third time. She sat there for an hour and realized that she was "waiting for something." Waiting for someone whose name she didn't even know. Then they started talking. Start passing notes. At first, some people stood waiting at the alley, and some parked their cars 200 meters away and listened to three songs before leaving. Later, Song Ye made Shen Qingci his first cup of honey water. The warm water passed through the porcelain wall, and her little finger touched the warmth of another finger through the wall of the cup. It took Shen Qingci a lot of courage to dare to close his eyes on a snowy night. Song Ye learned one thing - she could wait. This is not an "instant love" story. These are two people who are not good at getting close, slowly walking towards each other in their own way. A habit of swallowing all the words, a habit of singing out all the words. One is afraid of losing so he doesn't dare to get close. The other is not afraid of losing but is afraid that the other person will leave first if he gets close. They kissed in the first snow of winter, and replaced the broken cursive letters on the bar sign with bright new ones in spring. In between are the shadows of old cases, anonymous threats, an eight-year age difference, and the past that each of them refuses to let go of. It took Shen Qingci a long time to learn to put the file down, and it took Song Ye a long time to believe that someone wouldn't turn away when she got close. But they walked a long way and finally reached both sides of the same bar. A "desert island" is not deserted. A place where people are waiting is not a desert island. This is a story about "taking your time". If it has taken you a long time to learn to accept warmth, this book is for you. Urban love/accidental encounter/slow heat/going in both directions/eight years age difference Shen Qingci × Song Ye · Double First Love · HE "I knew you were coming, so I waited." Intention: pure love