Tang Tiantian, the Zhu of crossing

008 bosom friend

"It's the incident when we met again..." Qiao Shimin bent down and whispered in Zhang Xi's ear.

This whisper aroused all the goose bumps in Zhang Xi's ears, and the bright red spread from the ears to the whole face. Zhang Xi gave Qiao Shimin a cold look, took a step back and said in a fit of anger, "You can figure it out yourself!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Xi quickly turned around and walked away.

Seeing this, Qiao Shimin hurriedly followed, apologizing again and again: "I'm joking! Wait for me! Don't be angry!"

Suddenly stopped, Zhang Xi turned around and asked: "Are you bent now? If so, let's sleep separately in the future!"

"No! Absolutely no bends!" Qiao Shimin quickly explained and assured, "I guess it's normal for men and men to be together in this world, so my body is so sensitive! Men, sometimes it will be like this if you touch a few more times. Reasonable reaction! If I touch you twice, you will also..."

As he spoke, Qiao Shimin stretched out his hand towards Zhang Xi.

Seeing this, Zhang Xi hurriedly fled, frowning and said: "Okay, okay, I just believe it!"

Qiao Shimin let out a sigh of relief, and strode after Zhang Xi again.

Back in the dormitory, after dinner, Zhang Xi ordered Jian'er to bring a pen and paper, and suddenly he had an inspiration, so he sat at the table and concentrated on creating.

Seeing Zhang Xi in such a state, Qiao Shimin was very familiar with it.After ordering all the servants to retreat in a low voice, Qiao Shimin added charcoal to the charcoal brazier, then lay on the bed by himself, leaning on his side, resting his head on one hand, pulling up the quilt with the other, and just quietly looked at Zhang Hee.It's still like looking at a treasure, and you can't take your eyes off for a moment.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Xi felt that his feet were cold, so he put down his pen and stretched.The first draft has been completed, and you only need to find a musician tomorrow to revise it together.

Zhang Xi turned to look at the bedside, Qiao Shimin was already breathing evenly, and was snoring slightly.Zhang Xi smiled knowingly, got up and walked to the charcoal fire to roast, and then walked to the bed, took off his coat, and prepared to go to bed lightly.

Lifting a corner of the quilt, Zhang Xi took a closer look at Qiao Shimin's sleeping face. Although he had changed his skin, his sleeping face with frowning was still the same as before.

Zhang Xigang wanted to continue to lift some quilts, but Qiao Shimin suddenly turned over in a dream, and actually hugged all the quilts into his arms, and turned to the bed.

Reluctantly climbing onto the bed, Zhang Xi stretched out his hand around Qiao Shimin's body, grabbed the corner of the quilt, and gently pulled it out.

However, after pulling twice, Zhang Xi failed to move the quilt.

Just when Zhang Xi was about to give up and leave, Qiao Shimin suddenly turned back, opened his arms, and hugged Zhang Xi into his arms!

Zhang Xi's body was suddenly thrown onto the bed, but fell into his solid chest. Before he had time to react, Qiao Shimin's sleeping face with frowning was already close at hand.

After struggling twice to no avail, Zhang Xi gave up. He didn't want to wake Qiao Shimin up, so he just fell asleep.

At first, he felt a little uncomfortable, but because he was really sleepy, Zhang Xi gradually fell asleep.

After feeling that the person in his arms was breathing steadily, Qiao Shimin gently opened his eyes, adjusted his posture to make each other more comfortable, then kissed Zhang Xi's forehead, and then closed his eyes again with satisfaction.

The rare moon outside the window is bright and clear. Although it is cold winter, it is warm inside the house.

In the later days, Zhang Xi lived a much more fulfilling life. With Qiao Shimin's modified instrument, he was inspired a lot and successfully composed several more pieces of music.

And under Qiao Shimin's repeated, intentional or unintentional state, the sleeping position of the two of them changed from the previous one with one head to the same pillow.Qiao Shimin often pretended to be asleep and hugged Zhang Xi. Zhang Xi was not used to it at first, but later on he really couldn't do anything with his sleeping position, and gradually got used to this sleeping position.

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On this day, Zhang Xi came to the Banyue Pavilion by the Moon River with his modified guqin in his arms. This is a quiet place recommended by Qiao Shimin, which is very suitable for creative creation.

Qiao Shimin also told Jian'er that there is no need to follow Zhang Xi every time he comes here, he knows that Zhang Xi likes to be alone without being disturbed when he is creating.

Taking out the numbered musical notation created before, Zhang Xi gently plucked the strings, closed his eyes slightly, and began to feel every note with his heart.

Accompanied by the inaudible sound of the Moon River, the gauze curtains of the Banyue Pavilion sway with the cold wind. Even though it is a cold and colorless season, the scenery here seems to have the vitality of spring because of Zhang Xi's music.

After playing a song, Zhang Xi was startled by the sudden applause, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a man standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

This person's clothes are simple and elegant, and he should be over middle-aged. Although he didn't bring any attendants, Zhang Xi felt that he was either rich or expensive, so he couldn't be offended.Standing up quickly, Zhang Xi didn't know how to speak, nor how to salute.

The middle-aged man saw that Zhang Xi stood up in a panic but was embarrassed where he was, and couldn't help but wonder: "What song did you just play?"

"This is a new song I wrote, and it doesn't have a name yet." Zhang Xi said pretending to be calm.

"You..." The man glanced at Zhang Xi again, "You really don't know me?"

"You?" Zhang Xi's brain was wide open in an instant.

Could it be that the person in front of him is another time traveler?Know yourself too?

Although his heart was turbulent, Zhang Xi still shook his head expressionlessly.

The man looked at Zhang Xi carefully, and felt that he did not look like a liar. After sighing, he walked to the stone table and sat down: "Forget it, play another song. I really like the tune just now."

"Oh." For some reason, the man in front of him had a very strong magnetic field, Zhang Xi couldn't refuse his words at all.

Sitting obediently, Zhang Xi played the music just now again.

When the song ended, the middle-aged man beside him had already written a few lines on the rice paper with the pen and ink on the table.

Zhang Xi looked at it in surprise, but the man opened his mouth quietly: "Greatness, fame, young encouragement, love, hate, and smile. Listening to this song of yours makes people feel comfortable and peaceful. I give it to you." It's called "A Fantastic Dream", what do you think?"

Staring at the four-character title on the rice paper, Zhang Xi had a flash of inspiration, and muttered to himself: "The ups and downs of the world, in the end, are all ordinary people's dreams, "An Ordinary Dream"... Well, this name is just right for me." meaning."

Zhang Xi smiled at the man knowingly, Zhang Xi did not expect to meet a bosom friend in this other world, he was very happy.

And the man smiled back at Zhang Xi and asked, "Which palace are you from?"

When Zhang Xi met his bosom friend, he lost all vigilance, and said very straightforwardly: "I am from Yuhuadian."

After the man thought for a while, he suddenly realized: "You are the Prince Lu Qingyu who is married to Lu Cheng?"

Zhang Xi almost introduced his real name, but fortunately the middle-aged man was quick-witted and reminded Zhang Xi.Zhang Xi laughed and said, "Yes! Yes! Then you are?"

"You really don't know me?" the man asked again.

Zhang Xi shook his head sincerely.

"Then you can treat me as your listener! Can we talk about music without any scruples in the future? It's just music." The man said.

Looking at this vicissitudes of life in front of him, Zhang Xi seemed to see his first teacher. Since he was unwilling to reveal his identity, Zhang Xi didn't intend to ask.This world has nothing to do with him, Zhang Xi just wants to immerse himself in the ocean of his music, it is not easy to meet someone who understands his music, Zhang Xi decided to cherish it.

After seeing Zhang Xi nodding, the man asked again: "When will I hear the complete "A Fantastic Dream"?"

"Soon." Zhang Xi was full of confidence.

Then, they made an appointment to meet next time.

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Yuhua Palace, night.

"What did you do today? Have you finished writing the song?" Lying on the bed, Qiao Shimin looked sideways at Zhang Xi who was carefully arranging the score at the table, and asked.

"There's a song whose lyrics have already been written, and I can just adjust the music a little tomorrow." Zhang Xi replied.

"Is it "A Fantastic Dream"?" Qiao Shimin asked casually.

"How do you know?" Zhang Xi stopped and looked at Qiao Shimin suspiciously.

Qiao Shimin was taken aback for a moment, and then said embarrassedly: "Hehe, I secretly looked at the information on your desk, and it is the one with the best calligraphy!"

Zhang Xi's expression darkened, and he said dissatisfiedly: "You know my handwriting is ugly, you don't need to remind me! It's also from modern times, and I don't know how you practice calligraphy?!"

After a while, after the music scores were sorted out, Zhang Xi came to the bedside.

Qiao Shimin quickly lifted the quilt and called, "Come in quickly, are you freezing to death?"

Zhang Xi has long been used to it, took off his cloth boots and outer robe, and got under the quilt.

Qiao Shimin took advantage of the trend, and the quilt was firmly covered on the two of them, and Qiao Shimin's hands also wrapped around Zhang Xi's slender waist, and covered Zhang Xi's cold feet with his warm feet.

Zhang Xi frowned slightly, and said in dissatisfaction: "Holding me like this every day, your neck isn't sore and your arms aren't tired, are you?"

"Not tired! Not tired! Not tired at all!" Qiao Shimin said in a good mood, and even hugged him tighter and tighter.

Reluctantly endured the little pain, but after a while, Zhang Xi couldn't bear it anymore, so he pushed Qiao Shimin away forcefully, and said angrily, "Zhang Peng! You can hug me as long as you want, why do you keep touching my fart/ Ass, and put your hand under the clothes? I'm a man, in case I feel something..."

Before Zhang Xi finished speaking, Qiao Shimin came up to him in a rascally way, hugged Zhang Xi's waist tightly and refused to let go: "If you have it, you will have it! They are all men, so there is nothing to be ashamed of! How about I help you?" Right? It’s okay for brothers to help each other fight one another!”

"Zhang Peng! I found that you are really getting bigger and bigger!" Zhang Xi clenched his teeth angrily after hearing Qiao Shimin's unabashed words.

Zhang Xi felt that he really let Qiao Shimin go too much before, which made him more and more courageous and thick-skinned in bed.

Sensing that Zhang Xi seemed to be really angry, Qiao Shimin quickly apologized: "Okay, okay, I was joking, I will never move in the future, okay?"

Hearing Qiao Shimin's apology, Zhang Xi snorted coldly after feeling that his hands holding his body had also calmed down.

Only then did Qiao Shimin smile reassuringly, and said softly, "Then go to sleep, good night."

Just after getting angry, Zhang Xi was filled with sweetness by Qiao Shimin's "good night".Zhang Xi felt that this feeling of his was very strange. He obviously had a calm personality, but every time because of Qiao Shimin, his mood would fluctuate and his mood would fluctuate!

Zhang Xi had always seen things clearly, but he couldn't see through Zhang Peng, and couldn't understand Zhang Peng's many weird behaviors.

However, even if he can't see through it, Zhang Xi is willing to be friends with Zhang Peng, and is also willing to play some "ambiguous" games with him that go beyond friendship, because with him, Zhang Xi has an indescribable peace of mind.

Perhaps this is the magic of fate.