After changing into my shirt, I stood at the door wrapped in a blanket, watching him wander anxiously by the bed, and asked softly, "Is there a guest room?"

He stopped, regained his former gentle and clear eyes, and reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth, "No"

"Oh, then you sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the sofa," he said, turning and walking towards the living room.

"Want to listen to music?"

The soft voice stopped, and I turned to look in surprise, only to see him looking at me with a gentle expression.

"Music?" I asked, for some reason.

"Hmm," he replied, stepping forward and pushing open a door to the right of the living room.

I followed in a daze, a black piano standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the sound of the water lapping on the shore outside the glass was faintly faint.

He leaned over and sat down on the piano bench, his slender fingers turning over the lid, and then he burst out a beautiful soft note.

"Come in", he seemed to call me at the door.

Stepping on the ground barefoot, you can only faintly hear the click of the soles of your feet.

I stood silently behind him not far away, skimming over my shoulders, staring intently at the sturdy fingers dancing on each key.

The melody is something I don't know, and it sounds warm and soft, like a transparent paintbrush drawing an idyll.

After he dropped the keys at the end of the song, he looked over slightly and patted the spare cushion of the piano bench, "Sit down"

I hesitated for a moment, but sat down with a sporadic nod.

"What else do you want to hear?" he asked with a gentle wink.

I pursed my lips, stretched out a finger and pressed it on a piano key at will, and the sound of "do" made my pupils shrink, and I raised my eyes in embarrassment and smiled: "Huh...... All can ......."

A healing smile reappeared on his face, and another cheerful tune rose melodiously.

The melody was completely different from the previous one, his fingertips were noticeably harder, his knuckles were bare a faint pink, his drunken cheeks gradually faded crimson, and his pale skin looked particularly immature in the soft light.

At the end of the song again, he stroked the black and white piano keys, and said sadly: "Do you know why I entered the showbiz?"

I was stunned and shook my head in confusion.

"One is for someone, and the other is for me to music. ”

"Music?"

I straightened the blanket on my lap and turned my head to look.

He retracted his hands on his knees, and said in slight surprise: "I thought you would ask, who is that person!"

I picked up a strand of hair left at the end of my eyes and pinned it to my ears, and said indifferently: "What is there to ask about this, you can't avoid a person in everything."

He snorted helplessly, and stopped talking, "But music ......"

As he spoke, he placed his palm on the back of my long-sleeved white hand.

I raised my eyebrows lightly, looked at the one on my sleeve, and as I was pumping my hand, I said in a deep voice, "Music...... At first, I thought that if I stepped into this circle, I would be able to bloom in the ocean of music, but after I got lost, I realized that in addition to the endless commercials every day, I just participated in some boring idol dramas, and I almost forgot my original dream after a long time!"

I clenched the cufflinks, let his palm brush, and sighed softly: "It is not a happy thing to be able to cling to what you like under the conditions of survival!"

"Your waist ......," he unconsciously tightened his palm.

"I fell when I was a child, it's okay, I'm used to it", I said lightly.

……

After a moment of silence, he suddenly picked me up and walked out of the piano room, returned to the bedroom, and hugged me to lie peacefully on the bed.

"We ...... Or ......"

I wriggled my imprisoned legs and stumbled.

"Don't move", touching the Adam's apple in the center of the eyebrows, shocked out a sharp order.

The blanket obeyed his orders uncontrollably and obediently stood still.

The room fell silent instantly, and the sound of the TV crept in, accompanied by hypnotic sounds, and the eyelids fell.

In his sleep, it seemed that someone whispered in his ear: "How many things are you still hiding?"

……

The sun after the rain was bright and dazzling, I turned over lazily, wanting to continue to sleep, and suddenly, a warm back came to me, with a wide palm on my waist and abdomen, and my fingertips rubbed the skin on my belly from time to time.

I stiffened my body and looked back slowly, the cool tip of my nose touched my cheek impartially, he squirmed his brow from the long hair pressed against his sideburns, and the foot hanging on my lap rubbed gently against my knee.

Suddenly, the phone on the bedside table vibrated and woke up, I looked up slightly, and saw that the bright screen showed "Yang Ling", and I was about to get up quietly, but the weight of being pressed on my legs made me unable to move.

I reluctantly reached out and took the phone, and picked it up in a thin voice, "Hey! Yang Ling!"

"Ye Qing, yesterday...... I'm sorry, are you getting better?" said apologetically.

"It's okay, don't worry, huh...... Is there anything wrong with you?"

The person behind me was visibly awakened by the sound of a phone call, and moved closer to me.

Yang Ling on the phone continued: "Let's have a meal together at noon, I have something to tell you." ”

"Okay", I agreed without thinking, thinking that I couldn't go to the company today anyway, so it would be good to have a meal and listen to Yang Ling's thoughts, and the most important thing was to waste some time, so as not to be awkward alone with him.

As soon as he hung up the phone, "Who?" came from behind him, a hoarse lazy voice.

"Get up, Yang Ling has something to do with me!"

It's really not what I want to see in an early morning, and it only makes the two of us more and more confused.

"She was looking for you, wasn't it because of her that you ...... yesterday?"

"I don't blame her," I interrupted his angry accusation.

"Alright!" he softened his voice as he buried himself in my neck.

I lifted the quilt, looked at the arm that refused to let go, and said shallowly, "Get up, I'm hungry!"

After a moment of silence, he finally broke free from the human cage, I straightened my loose shirt, and slowly got out of bed, although the soft fracture was returned to its original position, but the surrounding soft tissues were also somewhat damaged.

This artificial cartilage has been fixed in my waist for a long time, and at first, in order to save money, my uncle chose the cheapest material for implantation, so a slight impact by gravity will lead to misalignment.

The first few times I always went to the hospital, and after a long time, I also understood the doctor's technique, and then I endured the pain and dealt with it myself.

After washing, I returned to the bedroom, just in time to bump into Yan Yan changing clothes, the warm sunlight hit his smooth chest, and the eight-pack abs looked more solid and stylish with the refraction of the light.

I turned away and walked away, but was stopped by the warm voice.

"Waist, let's go to the hospital for a check-up."

"No!"

As soon as he stepped out of the door with his front foot, he said behind him, "Are you going to wear this to see Yang Ling?"

Only then did I realize that I had to find a normal set of clothes to go out, and I looked back at Yan Yan who was dressed.