Yizhi

On October 18th, the Wang and Yang families held a grand banquet, and the guests arrived as scheduled.

Yi Qingwei didn't expect to meet Yi Jin here, he lowered his voice and asked, "Sister, why didn't you say you're coming?"

He led Yi Jin to the seat, and found that Yi Jin was accompanied by a companion, dressed in a white dress, pure and beautiful, a little familiar, and after thinking about it, it was the girl he met on the Ching Ming Festival, whose surname seemed to be Li.

Yi Jin slowed down, stretched out her arms to let Li Naiyu follow her, and replied in a low voice: "You think I want to join in the fun with you little brats? His dad, Mr. Wang posted it to me."

"Okay, you guys sit here, it's almost time to start."

More and more people entered the venue, Zhao Huan and Song Yezhi seemed to have not arrived yet.Yi Qingwei searched around for a while, then took the time to make a phone call in a corner.

"Shen Lejie, are you still here?"

"Wait, I have to pick up someone temporarily."

"Who?"

"Gan Tingyi."

"Who is that girlfriend of yours?" Yi Qingwei didn't pay much attention to these matters, but left an impression in his mind.

"Ah."

"On this occasion, you can take her... All right, whoever you pick up, as long as you deliver them on time."

"They went by themselves, not long after they left."

Yi Qingwei had nothing to say: "I can't count on you to do things."

"Zhao Huanyu wanted to leave, but he couldn't stop him."

"Then you should arrive earlier, and be careful on the road."

When Yi Yan got married, he was still young, so he could be a younger brother with peace of mind, sitting in his seat and watching people go up and down.It was Wang Xinghe's turn, and he had to keep his feet off the ground and lose his head.After entertaining the guests in place and confirming the wedding process repeatedly, I finally had time to breathe a sigh of relief.

Song Yezhi's eyes kept chasing after him, and when he saw that he was idle, he immediately stood up and waved to him.

"Uncle, are you sitting here?"

Yi Qingwei laughed: "I left it all to me, and asked me."

"I'm afraid that the best man has a designated place to sit."

"There are so many rules." Yi Qingwei noticed that he was different today from a distance, and touched his head with his hands, "What, you still put on hairspray?"

Song Yezhi shrank his shoulders slightly, and Yi Qingwei withdrew his hand restrainedly.

"Just now Zhao Huan and took me to play in the dressing room, they did it for me." He pouted, "I even put on lipstick."

Yi Qingwei took a closer look: "Why does the lipstick still have color?"

"That must be lipstick." Song Yezhi was unsure, "Is it very red?"

Yi Qingwei shook his head: "You can only see it if you are very close."

It's a good deal.

Song Yezhi pouted again: "There is still a fragrance."

Yi Qingwei never sat down, but now his hands were resting on the back of Song Yezhi's chair, his eyelids were drooping, and his eyes fell on the lips of the man opposite him.

In this way, you can't see the content of your eyes.

"I can't tell you that," he whispered.

Most of the people arranged at this table were Song Yezhi and Zhao Huanyu's peers, but Song Yezhi didn't know each other.

Yi Qingwei asked: "Where did Zhao Huan go to play, should I go find her?"

Song Yezhi stood up first: "I'll go with you."

Walking in the corridor together, Yi Qingwei tilted his head to look at him: "This body is really good-looking, I have really good eyesight."

Song Yezhi could only nod in agreement.

Yi Qingwei thought it was too hot, so he took off his coat and put it on his arm. Song Yezhi was very discerning: "Uncle, can I help you?" He glanced suddenly and saw something, his eyes lit up in surprise, "Uncle, and Cufflinks like mine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he tripped over the steps.

"Hey——" Yi Qingwei lowered his body to help him, his coat slipped to the ground, and Song Yezhi bumped into him.

"No matter how excited you are, it depends on the way, right? Does it hurt?"

Song Yezhi rubbed his chin, picked up the coat and hugged it in his arms, stretched out his arms to join Yi Qingwei, and made a repeater sincerely: "You have a good eye."

Yu Gong's voice sounded from the corridor behind him: "Hey - I'm looking for you two!"

Song Yezhi was dragged to the booth on the second floor to talk about the violin performance, while Yi Qingwei stood watching on the first floor below.

Yu Gong walked past him, then fell back, and tapped his chest: "Oh my brother, what's going on with you?"

Yi Qingwei looked down, was really stunned, then chuckled, and stroked his index finger slowly: "I accidentally touched it."

Yu Gong didn't ask whose masterpiece it was, Yi Qingwei's peach blossoms have always been prosperous, and he punched him bitterly: "Remember to change it before going on stage."

The master of ceremonies was speaking on the stage, and Yi Qingwei accompanied Song Yezhi to wait in a corner under the stage.

Yi Qingwei made small movements behind and patted his waist, Song Yezhi immediately turned his ear to the side: "What's wrong?"

Yi Qingwei lowered his chin: "Look at what you've done."

Song Yezhi looked at his chest in a daze, and took a sudden breath after seeing it clearly: "Me?"

In that mass of red, a lip print could be vaguely recognized.

Song Yezhi pursed his lips and suppressed a smile: "Then is there something missing from my mouth? I haven't licked my lips for so long just because I think there will be a performance later."

Yi Qingwei knew that he was trying to annoy people on purpose, so he held the back of his neck and said, "Let me paint it again? Do you want it?"

"Okay, then let's invite two friends of Mr. Wang Xinghe to perform an ensemble for everyone, and wish our new couple today."

When the light came on, the palm on the back of the neck relaxed, moved to the shoulder, and patted twice: "Go."

Song Yezhi bowed to everyone's applause, and while going up to the second floor, he thought—"You two? Ensemble?"

The lights of the whole venue were dimmed, only two beams of light were on.He took the violin and took his seat. Looking back, he saw Yi Qingwei sitting upright in front of the grand piano on the first floor.

Yi Qingwei turned his head slightly, raised his eyes to look at him, and the moment they looked at each other, he chuckled at him, nodded, and saluted, and the piano prelude slid out.

Song Yezhi stared at him motionlessly, staring blankly—not in a daze, there was something surging in his eyes, which others couldn't understand, and he didn't notice it.

Yi Qingwei pressed the piano with his right hand, raised his left arm, looked at each other from a distance, and pointed his finger lightly towards him.

This way.

Deliver the oracle like a holy priest.

Song Yezhi's three souls and six souls returned to their thrones and returned to their senses.He held his breath and focused, holding his bow and waiting.After a syllable of the piano is finished, the violin sounds leisurely, inserted in, mixed together, pasted together, seamlessly connected.

Song Yezhi's song that he had prepared for a few days before was cancelled, and Yi Qingwei didn't disclose any news to him.

Song Yezhi was calm and composed on the surface, but his heart was surging inside, with hard and soft feathers scratching at his heart - he had practiced this piece countless times since he was a child, but this was the first time he played it with others.

"Blessings of Love"

Yi Qingwei, how dare he choose this song?

Liang Zhu loves each other, and the colorful butterflies linger for a long time——

Yingtai resists marriage, hoping to share the same fate with the king——

Liang Zhu turns into a butterfly, and the flowers come gracefully, and they will never be separated for a long time.

After the end of the piano, the violin slowly ended.It was quiet, leaving an aftertaste, and everyone was still immersed in it.

Song Yezhi restrained himself from looking at him and bowed his head.A tear fell on the black wooden floor, he took a step forward, and his leather shoes firmly stepped on the water on the soles of his feet.

Song Yezhi stood on the stage, the lights were dazzling, and the surroundings were filled with darkness. The second of silence after "The Butterfly Lovers" was played, they were the only two left in the world.Then thunderous applause brought him back from the dream to reality.

Yi Qingwei came up from the first floor and shook hands with him lightly: "It's a happy cooperation."

Two identical cufflinks framed in one scene are a pair.As the lights move, one flashes and the other lights up, just like the two pianos playing alternately just now.

Song Yezhi was born with the feeling of death without regret.

The master of ceremonies stopped the two from stepping off the stage: "I heard from Mr. Wang Xinghe that his friend playing the piano is rare. I wonder if Mr. Yi Qingwei can play a solo for everyone?"

He held Song Yezhi's wrist, waved his hand and refused: "Just play this piece."

The master of ceremonies must have been entrusted by the groom's official, and he was not willing to let him go. Yi Qingwei took the microphone as if resigned to his fate, and gave a smirk before speaking, which made Wang Xinghe's brows twitch.

"That's it for this time. You haven't heard enough. Next time, we will come again next time Mr. Wang Xinghe gets married, and we will play "The Butterfly Lovers" for him. Please join us then."

The whole house roared with laughter.

Off the court, Yi Qingwei praised him: "The part of Huadie is the best, full of emotions."

When Qu Bi shook hands, he saw the red circles under his eyes.

Song Yezhi was still calming down, and he replied: "I am best at the anti-marriage part. The teacher also said that no one can surpass me in the part of the senior brothers and sisters."

Yi Qingwei used to praise him: "So good?"

The stage entered the next stage, and Song Yezhi was still hot all over.

"Uncle, if I don't know how to play this song, how can I step down today?"

Yi Qingwei didn't care much: "It's a gamble, I thought at the time, if you don't know how to do it, then treat it as if I gave Wang Xinghe a solo." He leaned over his shoulder and smiled, "The bet won."

Song Yezhi has a wedding candy in his mouth, and his mind wanders beyond the sky.Just now, he was thinking that he practiced repeatedly for so many years, expended so much energy, and developed so many cocoons, just to wait, wait for this day, to be able to sing with him on the same stage.

"Uncle."

Hearing someone calling him, Yi Qingwei immediately turned his head to answer, met his eyes, there were many words hidden in his eyes, he hesitated to speak, and his agility was shocking.

"Ok?"

He unconsciously softened his voice, looked at him, and made a gesture of listening.

It's a pity that Song Yezhi woke up in an instant, lowered his head and covered it, and raised his eyes again, but there was nothing in his eyes.

"I'm so nervous now, my legs are still soft, and my palms are sweaty."

Yi Qingwei turned to look at his hands, resting on his knees, weak and trembling slightly.Sliding down Song Yezhi's smooth wrist, Yi Qingwei's fingers fell into his palm one by one.

Moist, indeed sweaty.

The fingers didn't stop, they went straight in, firmly and gently opened the fist that was clenched in Xu.

Song Yezhi's hand stretched out under Yi Qingwei's offensive.

He felt itchy, hot, and a pulse that didn't belong to him, and he inadvertently closed it—fingers clasped together.

Yi Qingwei is still watching, concentrating on it, as if a craftsman is earnestly completing a handicraft, with no intention of ending.It got tighter and tighter, and there was no gap between the fingers. Pressed the fingers on the back of Song Yezhi's hand, and slowly exerted force——palm to palm.

They fit tightly together.

Yi Qingwei smiled without knowing what to say, and kept rubbing Song Yezhi's palm joint with his ring finger, that round and small bone.

"Why are you nervous? Pulling so well." He said.

"You're too thin." He then sighed.

He sent him into one dream after another. Song Yezhi was really afraid that he would not be able to tell the truth from the truth for a moment, self-destruct his disguise, and put himself in front of him naked and brightly.

"Uncle, when can I play with you again?"

Yi Qingwei's attention was all attracted by his hands, and he replied casually: "When you can bring me a Steinway for my home."

Zhao Huan and the crowd finally came to the two of them after trekking through mountains and rivers, and waved from a distance: "You two look good! Listen well!"

Withdrew both hands with difficulty.

Seeing Zhao Huanyu coming, Yi Qingwei told her not to wander around anymore: "I'll go to the hotel room to change clothes."

Zhao Huan and his big hand waved: "Okay, let's go."

After Yi Qingwei left, she bumped Song Yezhi with her shoulder: "Why? It's so beautiful that you can't find the north."

Song Yezhi shook his head: "I almost revealed my secrets."

"What's the secret?"

He stopped talking again.

Zhao Huanyu pretended to be happy all night, but when he was with Song Yezhi, he didn't need to pretend, instead he became really happy.

She said: "The venue is mainly decorated in white, so the carpet looks especially red, and the red is vigorous. When you walked off the stage, I seemed to be here to attend your wedding."

Song Yezhi didn't know that there were people dreaming for him that he didn't dare to dream.

On the other side, Yu Gong temporarily found a new shirt for Yi Qingwei, and after he put it on, he was about to stop wine for his brother.The cufflinks were removed and fastened on another, and the lipstick-stained shirt was thrown on the bed.

When Yi Qingwei closed the door, he paused for a few seconds, thinking.

In the end, the door was not closed, so he entered the room and dialed the landline to the front desk: "Hello, room 888 does not need to be cleaned today and tomorrow, please do not bother the waiter, thank you."

At the scene, after the performance, the master of ceremonies on the stage began to interact passionately with the guests below, completing the game, and the atmosphere was lively and lively.

The piano player was gone, and the piano was left alone.

Song Yezhi sat in the crowd with high tide, staring at the piano in the dark corner, looking fascinated.

He also wanted to be a piano under him.

When he presses it, he rings.

If he doesn't press, he will keep watch.