Hands Can Pick Stars [Rebirth]

The little fat man booked a seat in the fourth row from the bottom right of the stage. As long as Yu Shuchen, who was sitting on the piano bench, didn't look up, he wouldn't be able to see Wen Baiyu.

So Wen Baiyu poked his head up to look boldly and presumptuously, earnestly and greedily.

But ifs are only ifs.

Yu Shuchen, who was looking for the piano score with the tablet computer in his hand with his head down, suddenly raised his head, and precisely and directly met the gaze of Wen Baiyu, who was sitting on the seat and stretched his neck to look at it.

Wen Baiyu's heart tightened, like a Jack who was caught by Tom for stealing cheese, he lowered his head hastily, as if he was the one who caught the migrant worker instead of Yu Shuchen.

The deep sea was hidden in Yu Shuchen's eyes, and when he suddenly saw Wen Baiyu, his surprise surged out like a wave, and then the ripples slowly swayed away with the ripples.

He lowered his head and quickly selected the first piece of music to be played tonight.

Wen Baiyu learned the piano for a period of time when he was a child, but he has been stubborn since he was a child. He often went out with other children in the courtyard to tease cats and dogs. No one could trap him on the stool, and he practiced all afternoon.Therefore, his piano level was half-baked in his early years, and after so many years, he has long since returned it to his original tutor.

His current level is probably that he can hear a few more famous piano pieces than ordinary people.

It started with a quiet and soft tone, and the soothing music rippled throughout the restaurant.

Wen Baiyu felt as if he was wrapped in soft water, and then a rush of rainwater fell from the top of his head, splashing on the surface of the water wrapped around his body, causing ripples in circles.

Yu Shuchen pressed the notes softly with his left hand, and chords with his right hand.

Like water flowing through the body.

In the middle, the right hand continued to speed up, and the slender fingers fluttered like butterflies on the black and white keys.

After a rapid tone, it gradually tends to slow down.

Wen Baiyu felt a little familiar.But can't remember the name of the song.

Yu Shuchen made the last note, slowly opened his closed eyes, retracted his hands, and stood up from the piano bench.

It was only then that Wen Baiyu noticed that he was wearing a well-tailored tuxedo today, which complemented his height, long legs, and excellent body proportions.

Yu Shuchen put his hand on his left heart, bent down slowly, and bowed to the audience around him.

The restaurant immersed in the long aftertaste of the piano was silent for a short moment before bursting into applause like a tide.

The table directly below the piano was facing Yu Shuchen, and a woman in a long silver-gray dress stood up.

She walked towards Yu Shuchen amid thunderous applause, and put the wreath she had prepared on his head.

This garland is a unified standard of the restaurant, and will be distributed to the customer who pays the largest amount that day.

According to the tradition of the restaurant, giving the performer a wreath is the greatest recognition and respect for the performance.

Yu Shuchen was only stunned for a few seconds, and unconsciously glanced in Wen Baiyu's direction.

Strange, why would you take a look?

It was obviously a very normal reward, but for some reason there was an inexplicable sense of guilt.

His and Wen Baiyu's eyes met in mid-air.

Wen Baiyu's big innocent eyes were wide open, and he couldn't see clearly the emotions wrapped in them from too far away.

But Yu Shuchen thought, it must be like a frightened deer.

He didn't know why he wanted to think this way in his heart, but he was so determined.

Yu Shuchen's mind was in a mess, and the woman who gave the wreath could only stand on one step and tiptoe to reach it.

It's a pity that she didn't get enough after two strokes.

There were murmurs in the originally quiet restaurant.

The waiter not far away kept gesturing to Yu Shuchen.

Yu Shuchen came back to his senses, bent down, and the woman's wreath really reached the top of his hair.

The woman put down her hands and said, "Flowers match beauties."

Yu Shuchen frowned, did not respond aloud, but squeezed a polite smile.

The woman also laughed, and her lowered hand seemed to touch the back of Yu Shuchen's hand inadvertently.

The greasy fingertips slid over the arms.

Like a snake soaked in water.

The hairs on Yu Shuchen's whole body stood on end, goose bumps all over his body, disgusting and embarrassing.

Wen Baiyu saw it from below, and stood up from the seat with a "kick", and the stool behind him made a "sizzling" noise on the smooth floor.

A nearby waiter came over and asked him what was wrong in a low voice.

Wen Baiyu turned a deaf ear, pushed away the stool and was about to walk towards the center of the stage.

The little fat man on the side was completely dumbfounded by the development of a series of events.

The last remaining rationality grabbed Wen Baiyu who had left his seat: "Little fish, what are you going to do?"

Wen Baiyu broke away from him: "Why are you dragging me, I'll go..."

Go... The moment she turned her head, the curtain in the direction of the stage was pulled up, and the woman who delivered the flowers just now sat back in her seat, with a calm expression on her face, as if a little lost.

Humph.

The person he was looking for disappeared, and Wen Baiyu sat down again.

The waiter at the side seemed to be relieved, because he was afraid that he would suddenly rush out in a bad mood and have conflicts with other guests.

Fatty's two old friends also arrived and introduced themselves briefly to each other.

Wen Baiyu still remembered Yu Shuchen in his heart, and he was absent-minded in everything he did. The two new friends didn't remember it, but only remembered that one had dyed red hair and the other had dyed yellow hair.

I don't remember what I ate, but the stomach honestly reported the fact that it was full.

As for what he ate, it was really not something that Wen Baiyu could go back to investigate.

All he wants to know now is where his brother is going.

The restaurant has a prescribed meal time, and the meal time is up to two hours.

The little fat man made a reservation for a meal at 6 o'clock. They ate and chatted at the dinner table, and it was almost 8 o'clock.

"Xiaoyu, we want to go to ktv later, do you want to go?"

Wen Baiyu took a sip of warm water, thought of Yu Shuchen, and shook his head, "Later, my mother will find me, so... I won't go."

The two people next to him probably laughed and joked, "Such a well-behaved child is rare."

The little fat man patted the man on the arm, and the man stuck out his tongue and said he was just joking.

Wen Baiyu didn't mind at all.

He is a good boy in the typical sense, he was very good when he was a child.

The skin is real skin, but it still doesn't prevent him from being good.

Ye Qian did provide them with access control, but that was all when they were very young.

Ever since they sprouted in youth and had their own little ideas, the time of this gate control has become wider and wider.

But instead he didn't want to go out.

It’s like exploring some unknown places when you were a child. The more adults stop you, your curiosity will not decrease but increase. But if the attitude of adults doesn’t matter, then you may lose your desire to explore the place.

The only thing he wants to explore now is Yu Shuchen.

The little fat man paid the money on the phone, and several people left.

Most people go out the door after eating, and the waiters shuttle back and forth to clean up the table after eating.

"No wonder it's so expensive to officially open. There are only two batches of guests at night. In such a big restaurant, one person is invited to play the piano." The little fat man complained to the people next to him as he walked.

"I heard that there are two piano performances in one night." The little fat man turned his head to talk to Wen Baiyu, "I didn't expect the senior to play the piano."

"There are two games..." Wen Baiyu repeated, and then said, "Little Fatty, go and play, I will go home first."

The little fat man agreed, and handed the umbrella in his hand to Wen Baiyu, "Then let's go first."

Wen Baiyu took it reluctantly.

They walked a few steps, and the two friends laughed, "You new friend...you look like a doll, very pretty, and you don't expect to use something like a woman."

The other person also laughed: "It looks like he looks so weak, can't he be the same?"

The little fat man raised his fist and was about to hit them: "Your mouths are so unclean, be careful and I will beat you!"

The two people smiled and begged for mercy: "Hey, just kidding, just kidding! But you are so nervous, he won't take a fancy to you, right?"

The little fat man slapped their shoulders with his fist: "Furthermore, I won't come out to play with you."

……

Wen Baiyu was sitting on the waiting bench outside the restaurant.

The night wind carried the words of the few of them to his ears.

He stared at the umbrella in his hand, feeling suddenly sad.

The laws are sound now, but people still have some long-held prejudices.

The night wind wrapped around the warmth of the ground and passed by his side, lifting a few strands of hair protruding from the ears.

Excited music could be vaguely heard from outside the restaurant.It's completely different from the soothing song just now, with one style being hard and the other soft, it sounds like different people are playing it.

After the long piano piece, there was another burst of applause that lasted for one minute.

Amid the fading applause, Wen Baiyu couldn't help wondering if another good-looking girl would come up to give a wreath and eat brother's tofu without warning.

He was so confused by his thoughts that he stood up in the scorching summer wind.

As soon as he turned his head, the person next to the aisle lamp on the bench behind him also raised his head in response.

The floor lamp elongated his figure, and the dim light only illuminated a pair of leather shoes, and the rest almost blended into the dark background.

Xia Feng was blowing from his direction.

It seemed that he could smell the lemon aroma left on the pillow sheet that belonged to him alone.

Wen Baiyu took a few steps.

Called out brother.

"Brother, don't you want to work part-time?" Wen Baiyu was a little anxious.

The first sentence was too late to say hello to this unexpected encounter, he cared more about the skin of his arm that had been touched.

There was surprise in Yu Shuchen's eyes, but soon that surprise was replaced by imperceptible sadness, hidden in the darkness, Wen Baiyu didn't see it.

He is still self-sufficient and continues to say-

"I've seen it all." He didn't know why, he was a little bit wronged, and even his voice was a little crying, "She touched you."

Probably the source of the grievance was found, Wen Baiyu's eyelashes were wet, he didn't notice it himself, but the voice immediately betrayed him.

"I... I haven't even touched it."

The author has something to say: This piece is Liszt's "Dream of Love". If you are interested, you can listen to it. It is very artistic.

There are many papers that have analyzed this piece of music, so I won't go into details here, but this piece of music continues the color of Liszt's romanticism.

It expresses the love from the initial calm to the warm~

My brother doesn't know why now, but when he thinks about it in the future, he will suddenly understand.