The young master is sweet and playful

Jin Shaoyu unconsciously continued to lie on the ground looking for the piano.

Qin Shifeng coughed lightly, and stopped in time: "Qin is not here."

He felt that Jin Shaoyu was really drunk and confused, how could he hide such a big piano, and he had to lie down to search for it.

"Where is that?"

Qin Shifeng remained silent. It seemed that if he didn't play the piano for Jin Shaoyu today, Jin Shaoyu would not stop.

He bent down and pulled Jin Shaoyu up: "I'll take you there."

"Okay." Jin Shaoyu nodded obediently.

The moonlight on the sea passes through the porthole and quietly sprinkles in the hall, where the black grand piano stands elegantly and solemnly.

When Jin Shaoyu saw the piano, he walked over by himself as if possessed by a demon, and then sat down, stroking the keys lightly with his slender fingers.

Gentle notes flowed from Jin Shaoyu's fingertips, as gentle as the warm sunshine in autumn, or like the mist lingering on the green hills in the early morning of spring.

Qin Shifeng leaned against the wall of the boathouse, quietly enjoying Jin Shaoyu's piano sound.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to that summer four years ago.

Enclosed space, anxious crowd, noisy noise, in such an environment, even the air is filled with impetuous breath.

That was the first time he heard such a gentle piano sound, as clear as the blue ice of Lake Baikal, as quiet as the soft wind in the mountains, with a natural power to comfort people's hearts.

He followed the sound of the piano to find the past.

In front of the huge glass curtain wall, sat a young man with black hair and black eyes, and a white shirt. The sun danced lightly on his shoulders, and his fingers stroked each key, as if communicating with them.

The sound of "click" and "click" brought Qin Shifeng back to reality. He turned his head and saw Sheng Zihang and the others coming out rubbing their sleepy eyes.

"Who is playing the piano here at night, uh! It's Brother Yu." Sheng Zihang's complaints stopped suddenly, and the friends behind him who hadn't woken up bumped into his back one after another.

Slowly, more and more people came out to watch Jin Shaoyu play the piano.

"Oh my god, brother Yu is really the most handsome when he plays."

"I think it's beautiful! Anyone who sees it will feel so beautiful!"

When Qin Shifeng heard them say that Jin Shaoyu was "beautiful", his eyes happened to pass over Jin Shaoyu's feet. His bare feet were stepping on the piano pedals, his calves were slender and slender, and with the swing of his arms, the originally The collar that Qin Shifeng pulled up slipped down on his shoulders again.

Qin Shifeng felt that what Jin Shaoyu's friends said was quite accurate, and it was indeed so beautiful that it would make people's hearts flutter.

But playing the piano like this is a bit disturbing and undignified, so he should take Jin Shaoyu back.

Qin Shifeng walked over, but he did not forcefully interrupt Jin Shaoyu's performance, but asked in a coaxing tone: "Let's go back to the room and play, shall we?"

If someone asked this question, Jin Shaoyu probably wouldn't answer it at all.

But who made Jin Shaoyu like Qin Shifeng's voice so much, even when he was in a daze of drunkenness, he still liked it.

Jin Shaoyu stopped playing, looked sideways at Qin Shifeng, thought for half a second, and said, "Okay."

Others: "!!!" Unexpectedly, Qin Shifeng, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, is so bad!He didn't let them listen to the piano, it must be because he wanted to enjoy Little Feather all to himself, hum!Curse him to have no peace tonight!

Qin Shifeng found that the drunk Jin Shaoyu was quiet, well-behaved, and very talkative, which made him involuntarily soften his tone and movements when communicating and contacting Jin Shaoyu.

After Qin Shifeng got Jin Shaoyu's consent, he went back to the house with his arms around him.

When passing by the crowd, Miss Li asked curiously: "Xiao Yu, what song did you play just now?" She thought this song was very soothing, especially suitable as a lullaby.

Jin Shaoyu lay on Qin Shifeng's shoulder, eyes half-opened, and said intermittently: "Xiao, Shostako, Kovich, the second movement of the Second Piano Concerto... a fragment of... the movement!"[1]

With such a long list of names, it is not easy for him to read them all thanks to his drunkenness, and he is also very rigorous, emphasizing that they are fragments.

But he read it, and Miss Li still didn't remember it. After all, this long list was too difficult to remember, but she looked at Jin Shaoyu drunk and sleepy, and didn't ask any more questions.

Jin Shaoyu leaned on Qin Shifeng's shoulder, a flaming red burst into Qin Shifeng's field of vision, then the flaming red moved, raised his head, looked at Qin Shifeng with dark eyes, and said, "This is what I thought of. ...Thinking of you...playing."

Qin Shifeng was startled, thinking of him playing?

For some reason, he suddenly felt a small softness in his heart, as if stepped on by a cat's paw.

Sheng Zihang and the others let out a "huh" one after another: "I'm sore."

"Brother Yu, I've known you for so long, but I haven't seen you send us a song."

"That's right, when will Brother Yu send us a song?"

It may be the first time for my friends to see Jin Shaoyu drunk, so they want to tease him more.

Jin Shaoyu, who was drunk, didn't hear the ridicule of his friends, so he happily continued to introduce to Qin Shifeng: "This, this is the song that father gave to his son, it is very gentle!"

Shostakovich's Second Piano Concerto was indeed given to his son by him, so there is nothing wrong with Jin Shaoyu's words.

But these words fell into the ears of others, as if Jin Shaoyu regarded Qin Shifeng as his son.

Qin Shifeng: "..."

Jin Shaoyu blinked, squeezed a particularly innocent smile at Qin Shifeng, and buried himself on his shoulder as if he had completed a difficult task, and fell asleep soundly.

Sheng Zihang and the others were stunned for a moment, then hahahaha laughed up to the sky, Sheng Zihang and the others laughed up to the sky, a few of them even exaggerated that they couldn't stand still when they reached the station, and needed to support the wall.

Sheng Zihang patted Qin Shifeng's shoulder earnestly, and said, "I never thought you would play so hard."

Qin Shifeng felt a headache, and he even wanted the unconscionable Jin Shaoyu to return his touch.

Perhaps it was because they were too noisy, Jin Shaoyu frowned in his sleep, and waved his hands in disgust: "My sons! Be quiet!"

Sheng Zihang and the others: "..."

Well, it turned out that Jin Shaoyu was drunk, and everyone was his son.

Qin Shifeng smiled, as if he felt a little more balanced in his heart, he took Jin Shaoyu back to the room, he put Jin Shaoyu on the bed, rubbed his head, and said softly: "You have passed the piano addiction now, you can Do you sleep peacefully?"

Qin Shifeng was talking to himself, originally he didn't want Jin Shaoyu to answer, but Jin Shaoyu, who was lying on the bed, suddenly patted the position beside him, as if to signal him to go to sleep quickly.

Qin Shifeng lay down as he wished.

After a while, the lights in the house dimmed, and because there was no light pollution on the sea, the starlight was extraordinarily bright and brilliant. Qin Shifeng looked at the bright starlight outside the window, and the light breathing of the people around him and the sound of the waves were intertwined, making it the most moving scene. melody.

He actually didn’t know how many times he saw this kind of starry sky, and he didn’t know how many times he listened to this kind of sound of waves. After a long time, it became monotonous. Today, because of Jin Shaoyu’s presence, even the scenery has become more beautiful. .

The quilt on Qin Shifeng's body suddenly swelled up, and then the quilt rose and fell like hills.

It turned out that it took only a while, but Jin Shaoyu became restless again, and got his hand into Qin Shifeng's clothes,

The slightly rough fingertips flicked across his chest, and then stopped on his lower abdomen, shaking two fingers quickly, and then the fingers seemed to stick to Qin Shifeng's skin, stroking and sliding down.

Such intense stimulation made Qin Shifeng's throat tighten. Suddenly, the hand was lifted up, and then dropped again, hitting just below Qin Shifeng's navel, which was already a very dangerous area.

What's worse, Jin Shaoyu said in a daze, "Eh? Why does my piano feel weird?"

As he spoke, he pressed down hard.

Qin Shifeng's breath was stagnant, he grabbed the troublemaker's hand suddenly, turned his head, and said in a low voice, "What do you want to do if you don't sleep?" Playing the piano is not enough, how about playing Qin?

Jin Shaoyu lay on the pillow and said with a smile, "I want to play a song for you."

Qin Shifeng sighed helplessly: "Is it the song father gave to his son again?"

"No." Jin Shaoyu buried his face in the pillow and rubbed it, denying sullenly, then he raised his cheek again, there were red marks from being pressed out on his fair face, messy bangs hung down on his forehead, and his eyes were drunk , There are bits and pieces of light shining in his eyes.

"It's the song I gave you. I just thought of it suddenly. It's a song I thought of myself."

oh!That was original. Although Qin Shifeng was very moved, this playing method was too dangerous. He could only stuff someone's hand back: "Sleep."

"Hmm." Jin Shaoyu seemed to be really sleepy this time, he answered vaguely and fell into a deep sleep.

This time, Jin Shaoyu really fell asleep.

A faint sigh resounded in the bedroom, both fortunate and helpless.

The quiet moonlight passed through the porthole, and gently sprinkled on Jin Shaoyu's body, as if covered by a layer of tulle, and his slender eyelashes would gently flap and flap along with his breathing.

For a moment, Qin Shifeng felt as if he saw a fairy tale, and he thought that the sleeping little prince in the story was nothing more than that.

Qin Shiqing couldn't help rubbing Jin Shaoyu's hair, listening to the soothing breathing around him, even he felt sleepy.

Slowly, Qin Shifeng also fell asleep.

The next day, Jin Shaoyu was woken up by the cries of seabirds.

He opened his eyes, squinted subconsciously by the dazzling sunlight, and the sound of seabirds flapping their wings and strange calls could be heard endlessly. After he got used to the strong sunlight at sea, he opened his eyes slowly.

The other half of the bed was empty. At this time, there were a few soft chirping sounds from the balcony. If you were an ordinary person, you might be fooled by the chirping, thinking it was the chirping of seabirds, but Jin Shaoyu's ears were extremely sensitive. It is different from other seabirds, so he soon realized that the sound was different from other seabirds.

He looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a tall man standing on the terrace, with a white wide-sleeved shirt and dark blue beach shorts. When he raised his hand, the howling sea breeze blew his shirt , showing a thin and strong waist.

The soft chirping sound like a seabird was made by Qin Shifeng, and the seabird on the railing responded to him, as if communicating with him.

After a while, Qin Shifeng spilled the bread in his hand, and the seabirds flapped their wings and flew into the air. They were vigorous and vigorous, and quickly divided up the bread in the air.

While marveling at the agility of the animals, Jin Shaoyu walked out quickly, jokingly said: "I just heard a few bird calls that are different from other birds, so there is really a big bird!"

Jin Shaoyu was boasting that Qin Shifeng learned bird calls very well. If he didn't rely on looking, but only by listening, he was really a big bird.

"..." Listening to Jin Shaoyu's teasing, Qin Shifeng didn't know how to respond.

He thinks that when Jin Shaoyu said about Big Bird, it should, probably, maybe, but there is no other meaning, right?