TO SHOU WITH LOVE

115 - CELLO

The workshop, covered with long-pile carpet, was bathed in afternoon sunlight, initially, both of them sat by the workbench, but later they moved to sit on the carpet, leaning against the wall behind them, playing the guitar and writing songs.

A music sheet was passed back and forth between them, with their handwriting intertwining-

Thanapon's handwriting was slim and long, with powerful strokes that penetrated the paper, while Sailub's writing was light and casual, giving a sense of airy freedom.

Throughout the process, there weren't many hiccups.

Whenever one side. slightly stumbled, the other side seamlessly picked up their train of thought.

When Benz called, a song had already progressed to its coda, and several sheets of music scattered on the carpet. Guitars, bass, drumsticks. and effectors were piled up on the floor.

Sailub reached out over them to pick up his phone.

The call was from Benz, and after Sailub answered, he heard Benz asking on the other end, "I just came out of surgery, why the sudden need for a check-up? Is there something wrong with your ears again?"

"I plan to assist Pon with singing," Sailub said, "but I'm feeling uncertain, so I want to see you for a check-up to ease my mind."

"Oh," Benz didn't sound particularly surprised, "the kid has succeeded so quickly."

Sailub chuckled in response.

"But I won't be in Bangkok for the next few days," Benz continued, "are you free to come over today?"

"I am," Sailub said, "I'll come over to see you in a while."

Benz agreed, and then a nurse came to talk to him on the other end.

After exchanging a few words with Sailub at, he hung up the phone.

Jiang Ji's gaze lifted from the music sheet, looking at Qin Qingzhuo. "Going to Dr. Xie's place?"

"Mmh." Qin Qingzhuo said, "going to see him for a check-up."

"I'll accompany you."

"Okay," Qin Qingzhuo smiled.

However, after saying this, he didn't rush to get up. Instead, he lay flat on his back on the carpet, stretching out.

The two hours of songwriting just now made him feel like inspiration was flowing continuously.

Although he had been writing songs for years, this kind of smooth and fulfilling creative process seemed to have rarely occurred from start to finish.

It felt like experiencing a climax inside his head... he stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Thanapon, sitting beside him, picked up the scattered music sheets from the ground and reached out to touch his hair. "What are you thinking?"

Sailub returned to his senses and looked at him. "I'm reminiscing about that feeling of inspiration bursting out. It was so wonderful."

"No wonder you have a post s*x look." Thanapon touched his lips with his fingers.

"What ah..." Sailub chuckled.

After organizing the music sheets, Thanapon stood up from the ground, then reached out to pull Sailub up as well. "Compared to the climax, how was it?"

Sailub raised his eyebrows and, realizing what he was referring to. leaned his forehead against Thanapon's shoulder and chuckled softly, "Can't say, they're both pretty wonderful what do you think?"