live-in close friend

At this moment, seeing her coming with surprise on her face, she greeted her with a smile.

"I looked like you from a distance, and I was right..." Fang Mengqiu's words stopped abruptly, and she saw Qu and Li Xunran who turned around behind him.

"Oh, this is my cousin Li Xunran. We have looked alike since we were young. Xunran, this is teacher Fang Mengqiu of our group, who plays the cello like me." Qu and Li Xunran introduced.

The two of them expected early in the morning that they would encounter this kind of situation one day, and they agreed to address them as cousins ​​in front of outsiders in the future, saving a lot of arguing.Otherwise, I heard that they look so similar without blood relationship, probably there are few people who don't get to the bottom of it, and it's annoying to death.

Fang Mengqiu smiled and nodded to Li Xunran: "Hello." There was still unstoppable surprise in his eyes.

Li Xunran politely smiled back, and after saying goodbye, he took a small step back, leaving a distance where he would not be embarrassed to call the song and talk to Fang Mengqiu, and stood aside to listen to their greetings with great interest, silently accepting them in his heart. This Ms. Fang made an assessment: she is about 30 years old, has a stable and decent manner, is dressed in comfortable and soft linen that is the most difficult to breathe, light makeup, well-maintained, not deliberately young, and her mature charm is just right.Going shopping alone on weekends, all I bought were women's clothing, and I probably didn't get married.The way she looked at Qu He...was a bit interesting.

Qu Hezheng told Fang Mengqiu that there will be a performance in the newly built Shanghai Symphony Orchestra Concert Hall next week: "The cello part in Grieg's "Morning Song" always feels too gray, and I will practice it after work the day after tomorrow."

Talking about work in the shopping mall is actually just a polite way of talking, Qu He said goodbye to Fang Mengqiu after a few simple sentences, and continued to walk to the second floor of the shopping mall with Li Xunran.

"This Ms. Fang seems to like you." Li Xunran smiled with dark eyes.

"I know." Qu He acted calmly.

Li Xunran suddenly became interested: "I'm a bit older than you, but he looks pretty good and has good taste."

"People who like me naturally have taste." Qu He raised his face and smiled.

"You're really not humble, so hurry up and accept it." Li Xunran gestured to push him.

"No, I don't want to think about these things right now."

Seeing Qu He suddenly become serious, Li Xunran's heart tightened, thinking about what happened in the morning.What has Qu He experienced?Why does he seem so worn out at certain times, as if he has lost interest in the world?

☆、I'm like you, but I'm not you (2)

F. It must be because of the curly hair

On Wednesday night, Qu He and Li Xunran were bored sitting in the living room watching TV. They switched channels one by one, and after two rounds, there was no program they wanted to watch.

Li Xunran lost the remote control in frustration, and leaned his head on the back of the sofa: "The TV is too ugly, and the Internet hurts my eyes. There is too little entertainment here."

Qu He kicked off his slippers, and nestled cross-legged into the depths of the sofa, also completely lazy: "Fang Mengqiu has been asking me about you intentionally or unintentionally for the past two days. He is very interested in you, probably because he has his eyes on you."

Li Xunran turned his head, and the slender neck line folded into awkward lines: "Don't be funny, people probably want to attack you from the side, cousin route, who told you to be indifferent to others, in case I am more talkative Woolen cloth."

Qu He sized up Li Xunran, even if he was spread out on the sofa, he looked like a young poplar tree, rustling and majestic, but the curly hair was too cute, and it lost some momentum. "But you look like me, she will like me, why can't she like you?"

Li Xunran rolled his eyes and said with disdain, "You musicians are not our policemen's favorites, and our police probably won't be your musicians' favorites either."

“How come you see?”

"Musicians are romantic and unrealistic. Our police pay attention to evidence in handling cases. If there is no real evidence, we can talk about everything."

Qu He turned his head, and imitated Li Xunran's manner and put his neck on the back of the sofa, and found that it was really comfortable, so he snorted in satisfaction: "That's because you don't know me, I'm the most down-to-earth, then I almost couldn't breathe."

Li Xunran moved lazily, turned sideways to retrieve the remote control that he had just thrown into the corner of the sofa, and pressed it on the TV again: "Then you didn't give me a chance to know you, you have been here for so long You haven't even played a song for me."

Qu He adjusted his sitting posture, put his legs directly on the coffee table, oh, it's more comfortable than before: "You boy, I'm not a singer, I'll play music for you!"

Just after he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, sat up straight with a huff, and turned to Li Xunran: "Our group has a performance in the concert hall this Saturday, don't you think there is a lack of entertainment, my cousin will take you to enjoy it How about high art?"

Li Xunran became interested, threw away the remote control, learned the song and wanted to put his legs on the sofa just now, ouch, it was too long, and he couldn't break it. After a long time, he gave up: "Really? You can take anyone with you. Enter?"

"Of course, I have two places to bring friends."

"Great, I've grown up so much, I haven't heard a symphony live yet!"

"Just wear formal clothes."

"Ah?" Li Xunran's expression darkened, "It's not like I have to wear a small bow tie, then I don't have one! Besides, I only have one suit, and I didn't bring it with me."

"Isn't there me?" Qu He stood up, bent down and dragged Li Xunran up from the sofa, "We compare each other, we should be about the same size, you must be fine in my clothes."

The two of them compared back and forth, left, right, left, right, and right. Their shoulder width, body length, waist circumference and arm span were all the same, but Li Xunran seemed to be a centimeter or two taller. "It must be because of the curly hair!" Qu He was not angry, Li Xunran pointed to his hair with a smile and said, "I am born with natural curly hair, so please hold back." After speaking, he suddenly reached out to the top of Qu He's head and put his hair Xiaoping rubbed his head for a while, and his stiff hair immediately became like a chicken coop. Li Xunran laughed loudly: "Okay, now you are as tall as me!"

G. Don’t you love to eat?

On Friday night, the orchestra did not ask to work overtime for rehearsal. They said that they were performing in their own concert hall, and they were very familiar with the site. Everyone went home early to rest, and will face the audience easily tomorrow.

Qu He got an unexpected off-duty time, so he decided to drop by to buy a la carte, and fulfill his promise with Li Xunran to "cook at home at least once a week" at night.

Qu He really doesn’t know how to cook. He played the cello in elementary school, his hands were too expensive, and his mother refused to let him into the kitchen. Later, he married Cui Yao. Well, it’s the same as not being married. The three-year marriage life is basically nothing Something to do with pots and pans.

But in fact, he has never been against the kitchen. He has always felt that cooking is not difficult. If he gives himself a chance, it should not be a problem to prepare two small dishes. He can even set up a street stall without a teacher, right?

When Li Xunran returned home, he found that Qu He was preparing ingredients for the chicken wings in the kitchen, and when he heard him come back, he said without raising his head, "I'll make a Coca-Cola chicken wing, and you can buy the rest according to your order." .”

Li Xunran leaned against the kitchen door with his hands and looked at it. The dishes were all washed, two potatoes, a handful of cabbage, a disemboweled fish next to it, and a bowl of minced meat. Dinner for two, this is a bit Luxurious.

"Did you buy the fish yourself? Do you think so highly of my craftsmanship? Don't you know how to cook? Coca-Cola Chicken Wings?" Li Xunran started to roll up his sleeves while talking, ready to handle the fish.

"I checked the recipe online, it's quite simple, don't you like to eat?"

Li Xunran lowered his head and cut the onion and ginger. When he heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled silently: "First of all, I have never cooked fish. I just watched Jian Yao's mother cook it twice. It won't taste good to you later. Don't make trouble."

Qu He has already set up a pot and is ready to light the fire: "You can cook it with confidence, as long as it is cooked, I will dare to eat it."

Braised fish in brown sauce, chicken wings with cola, fried shredded potatoes, a bowl of cabbage and meatball soup, three dishes and one soup are placed on the table, and it looks like that.

Qu He opened the refrigerator and found a large bottle of soy milk. Li Xunran stared at him: "You big man drink soy milk?!"

"I'm performing tomorrow, so I can't drink alcohol. Carbonated drinks are not healthy." Qu He ignored his eyes and replied calmly, "Try it, it's delicious, and there are no outsiders, no one will laugh at you."

Li Xunran sat on the table awkwardly, resolutely refused to drink soy milk, and directly filled a bowl of rice and started eating.

Qu He poured himself a cup of soy milk, held up his chopsticks and said, "You can't bear to wish me a successful performance?"

Li Xunran groaned and chittered and got up, grabbed a wine glass and took a glass of water in front of the water dispenser, then turned back and clinked glasses with Qu He: "Use water instead of wine, I wish you a successful performance, remember to get some What a nice little song!"

Satisfied with wine and food, Li Xunran commented with satisfaction: "You can do it. Is this the first time to make Coca-Cola Chicken Wings?" I do." "I remember that my position is Queen's Pistachio." "I can work part-time, the big celebrity around the emperor!"

"You kid dare to scold me!" Qu He jumped up and tried to hit him, Li Xunran quickly added: "Guards with swords, guards with swords!"

"Why do you like chicken wings? Isn't this a dish that girls love?"

"I like to eat anything with bones, and I love to chew on bones."

"puppy."

"A guard with a knife."

H. It saw the night after the day

On Saturday, Li Xunran was a little nervous. Qu He went to the concert hall to make preparations in the afternoon. He was only told that the show would start at 07:30 in the evening and enter the venue at 06:30. The seat was in the middle of the seventh row.The little policeman has seen many big scenes, but this time the scene is too different, he is afraid that he will show his timidity.

On the way to take a taxi to the concert hall, he received a WeChat message from Qu He: "Are you there?"How many doors?From which door?It is said on the Internet that there are several concert halls in the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra Concert Hall. Am I going the wrong way?I really didn't expect that I would be so nervous, isn't it just listening to a concert, Li Xunran rubbed his hands to let himself relax.

When I got out of the car, I saw Qu He in a black costume standing at the gate and smiling at him. His slender figure caught the eyes of the little girl next to him almost falling on him.

Li Xunran walked over with a smile: "What are you doing here? You don't need to rehearse?" "I'm afraid you won't be able to find the door." Li Xunran remembered the sentence "Don't you like food" from yesterday, without smiling, and felt warm in his heart , The tension just now disappeared without a trace.

Qu He led him to find a seat and hurried backstage.Li Xunran lost his worries, and looked around with peace of mind.The newly built concert hall can accommodate about 400 to 7 people. My seat is in the middle, neither front nor back. Qu He said that this is a good place to listen to the symphony. The sound reception effect will not be affected by the reflection of the wall. The distance between the [-]th row and the stage is moderate, so that the musicians can be seen clearly, and the ratio of direct sound and reverberation will not be affected because they are too close to the instrument.

Li Xunran sat quietly, waiting for the performance to start.

At 7:25, there was the sound of musicians walking behind the curtain on the stage. Then, the sound of tuning various instruments came and went. The audience knew that the performance was about to start, and gradually quieted down.

At 7:[-], the curtain slowly opened.

The Shanghai Symphony Orchestra has always adopted the American-style band seating arrangement. The chief cellist is outside the first row on the conductor’s right hand. Li Xunran looked there. Even though everyone was wearing the same black dress and holding a true-colored cello, Qu He was still very eye-catching.Qin covered most of the people, and only one face could be seen. The expression on that face was solemn and solemn, and the straight back reminded people of a general waiting to go into battle. Li Xunran shuddered inwardly.

The performance in the first half was Bach's "Brandenburg Concerto". Li Xunran had done his homework beforehand and knew that the cello had a low voice, so he seldom played solo during the performance. Many, that's the stage for flutes, oboes, violins and tenor trumpets.

He listened to the performance in his ears, but kept his eyes on Qu He.He thought that Qu He would search for him with his eyes in some gaps, but he didn't at all.

Qu He, who was wearing a tuxedo and holding a piano and a bow, was another person. His sculpted profile shone against the background of the cello, and his focused eyes had nothing but the music score.Those eyes were jade-like, revealing the chill of autumn water, and with a slight nod, Fang Mengqiu beside him and the two cellists behind him received instructions to swing their bows and strum the strings.

The low tune of the cello is like someone chanting a poem in the dark night, unwilling to disturb others, and unwilling to disappoint himself.Li Xunran felt that the voice was very familiar, and some kind of emotion that was on the tip of his heart disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he rushed over desperately to catch it.

Qu He's fingers on the strings trembled slightly, a gorgeous vibrato, Li Xunran didn't catch anything in the end.

In the second half, it changed to a lighter tune, Grieg's "Morning Song", which Quhe discussed with Fang Mengqiu at the Ganghui that day. He said that the cello was too gray.

Li Xunran still looked at Qu He all the time like in the first half, with a bit of sadness on his devoted face.The flute is playing bit by bit, like the morning sun shining on your hair. You sit at the table and drink a bowl of porridge, and the heaven and earth are mixed together, making it warm and moist.The violin gradually followed, like a bird chirping, crunchy, making people want to go out with their schoolbags on their backs.This is a song that belongs to the dawn. Naturally, it should be a sunny day after the dawn. Only the cello disagrees. It sees the night after the day.

It was far away, Li Xunran wasn't sure if he saw clearly, Qu He closed his eyes for a moment, and then there was a flash of light in the corner of his eyes.

Li Xunran felt that he only met musician Qu He for the first time today.

H. The ideal is to roll strings

At 10 o'clock when the performance ended, Li Xunran was half leaning against the wall in the exit hall, absently playing with his mobile phone, and looking up at the corridor leading to the backstage from time to time.The audience has almost left, and the backstage people haven't come out yet.

Qu He rushed out in three steps and two steps, while the orchestra colleagues behind him were still shouting: "Why don't you come with us for a drink?" He agreed back through the cello: "No."

Walking out of the corridor, he saw Li Xunran frowning, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his apple, and his thumb swiped across the screen, the intention to pass the time was very obvious.

Qu He walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go."

Li Xunran raised his head: "The performance was quite successful!"

I don't know if it's because of the flickering lights, but Qu He felt that those eyes were so bright that they pierced his brain.

"How about it, where are you going to celebrate?" Li Xunran patted his clothes pockets, "I'm treating guests today, if Teacher Qu has any requests, feel free to ask."

Qu He was blunt: "I have played Qu'er, so naturally you should pay for it."

"Don't dare, Mr. Qu is the master of the cello, and he has profound attainments. I won't dare to ask you to play the music for me in the future." Li Xunran had an adoring expression on his face, with smiles on his brows and eyes, so that people couldn't tell the meaning of his words. authenticity.

"You think it sounds good, I'll play it to you every day, just as long as you don't think my song is high and low." Qu He said this seriously, but he was afraid of being too serious, so he put on a half-smile, so as not to change.

"Great and widowed?" Li Xunran held his chin, rubbed his fingers on his face, and suddenly realized, "Your name sounds like a prophet, your parents are amazing!"

Qu He had never thought of his name being special before, but when Li Xunran mentioned it, he realized it was true. "My mother said that this name was given by my father. He loved music and happened to be named Qu. Unfortunately, he passed away when I was three years old."

Li Xunran saw that sad things were mentioned, so he didn't want to talk about it, so he pulled Qu He out: "Your father must be happy knowing that you are a musician now."

Qu He didn't want to spoil the atmosphere either: "I really want to eat skewers today! Drink cold beer!"

"We're just carrying the cello on our backs, wearing dresses, and going to play skewers?" Li Xunran looked at him, and then at himself.

"Sitting just like this on the side of the street, we will definitely attract a crowd of people watching." Qu He was very excited, and did not intend to give up his dream of masturbation.

Seeing that he was in high spirits, Li Xunran didn't want to go against his wishes: "That's fine, let me check if there is anything wrong with this point."

Two foreigners who had just arrived from other places checked for a long time and found that there are no roadside food stalls in Shanghai. If you want to eat skewers, please enter the store.

Qu He was unhappy, pouted, and walked on Fuxing Middle Road.Today, he is determined to pursue his ideals. If he can't stand a kebab on the side of the road, then it won't be called a kebab!

Seeing this, Li Xunran quickly followed suit: "Why don't we go home and eat? I found a grocery store near my home. It was so delicious that the soup could be drunk clean. Let's buy some and drink beer while eating at home. , do whatever you want!"

"Alright then." Qu He reluctantly said.

I. I am happy

Li Xunran is right. The beef giblets in the small shop are cooked very well. You can tell by the color of the soup. The red soup seems to be braised in soy sauce, but it also has a bit of Sichuan-style spiciness. A hot bowl is sprinkled with coriander , The fragrance spreads ten miles.

It was already 11:[-] at night, and the Xiaoyanglou on Shaoxing Road was brightly lit.

There is a large pot of offal on the table, which reveals the primitive temptation in the dark night, and dozens of cans of Suntory beer are beside it.Qu He took a sip: "This wine is smaller and fresher than Yanjing, probably not drunk." Li Xunran seldom drank alcohol, and the criminal police didn't know when they would get a case, and drinking wasted their time.But he felt that he could give up his life to accompany Qu He today, and it was rare for him to be so happy.

Qu He seems to have a terrible capacity for alcohol. After drinking two cans of beer, his face has already turned red, and his eyes have drifted: "I am so happy today! Knowing that someone is sitting under the stage to listen to me playing the piano, I play very smoothly !"

Li Xunran had a good capacity for alcohol, and drank little. He sipped lightly, hearing his words with a sense of desolation, and asked cautiously: "Before, no one went to your performance for you?"

"No performance of this scale. My ex-wife went to listen to it when I was taking the Beijing Jiaotong University chief exam. We were not married at that time." Qu He's eyes drifted farther away, and he walked out the window and fell into the deep night .

"Your ex-wife, it's because of the child..." Li Xunran felt that tonight would probably be a different night, with many things to say and many stories to listen to.

Qu He shook his head, looked away at Li Xunran: "No, the one with the child is the ex-wife."

The sorrow in those eyes became more and more intense, the eye sockets couldn't hold any more, and they rolled out, and Li Xunran's feeling of being pulled by his heart returned.He couldn't say anything, he just looked at Qu He like that, trying to wipe away the cloud that enveloped him like a fog with his eyes.

Qu He turned his head and opened another can of beer, gulping it down.

Li Xunran put tripe in his bowl: "Eat some vegetables, eat some vegetables, don't just drink."

Qu He picked up the bowl and put it in front of his face, he ate chopsticks and pulled them into his mouth, eating hard.

Li Xunran felt that he should say something, but Jian Yao opened his mouth: "I have liked Jian Yao for many years, but I know that she doesn't like me."

Qu He stopped his chopsticks abruptly, looked at him, and smiled with trembling corners of his mouth: "Brother and brother."

It must have been caused by the beer, Li Xunran's eyes were a little hot, he quickly put down the can in his hand, smiled at Qu He pretending to be calm: "I am used to it, I have liked her for more than ten years, now I want to put it down quickly, after all she There are also people who like it."

Qu He put down the bowls and chopsticks, turned around from the sofa, sat face to face with Li Xunran, stretched out a hand to put on Li Xunran's shoulder: "Put it down, let's put it all down, it hurts to be so worried all the time. "

A large tear fell from the left eye and splashed on the sofa cushion in front of him, leaving a small water mark.Qu He blinked vigorously, the water droplets remaining on the eyelashes shook and disappeared into the air.

Li Xunran felt that the tears did not fall on the sofa, but passed into his heart along Qu He's hand, the tense feeling at the tip of his heart eased, and instantly turned into a more fatal suffocation, like a water pump out of control, Madness pumps blood into the brain.

He didn't dare to do anything, just sat there without moving.

Qu He withdrew his hand and picked up another can of beer.

Li Xunran wanted to stop him, so he opened his mouth, but gave up.He needs to vent, so let him do it.

"You can come to see my performance, I'm very happy, really happy." Qu He blushed even more, and he was nestled on the sofa, the dress on his body was wrinkled out of shape.

Li Xunran found that he could finally move. He stretched out his hand to tug on his clothes, trying to smooth out the wrinkles on it, as if smoothing them could also smooth him out, "As long as you are happy, I will do it every time you perform in the future." Go see them all."

Qu He seemed to have heard nothing, and seemed to be more drunk, his voice became lower and lower: "I'm very happy, my mother never listens to my performances, she pays me for school, but she never watches my performances, Cui Yao Don't watch it either, Xia Bailu... She said she didn't understand what I was pulling, but she thought I was doing it well. But she, she said she couldn't be with me, that I couldn't give her the life she wanted..." His head slid down against Li Xunran's shoulder, and finally fell down on the sofa, falling into a deep sleep.

Li Xunran heard several names, Cui Yao, Xia Bailu, who is Qian, who is Qianqian?Also called Yao?Is this really fate?

☆、I'm like you, but I'm not you (3)

J. That fragile thread

Even the police have a hard time getting a person who is as tall and as heavy as me upstairs.

Li Xunran tried several times, but could only give up.

He straightened and took off his shoes and coat, and undid two shirt buttons—the neckline seemed to be uncomfortably tied to him, and he frowned in his sleep, grabbing the collar and tugging at it from time to time.

Li Xunran looked at the face that was the same as his own.

I am so like you, but I am not you.I'm not you, so I don't know how bitter you are in your heart. It's so bitter that you can get drunk after drinking four cans of beer. It's so bitter that you feel satisfied when someone listens to your performance.

He showed a gentle and loving smile, and couldn't help reaching out to caress his curved face. The slightly hot touch went up along the brow bone. He wanted to caress the wrinkles on his forehead, and the long eyelashes were in the palm of his hand. Slid over and tickled him.

Li Xunran was frightened by the feeling in his heart.

He withdrew his hand in a jiffy, and put it tightly on his side to make a fist. His knuckles glowed blue, and his blood vessels looked like they were about to burst. It seemed that if he didn't use such force, his brain would no longer be able to control his hands.

He was suddenly very scared, unprecedentedly scared, more scared than seeing a highly decomposed corpse, or being captured and tortured by Xie Han.

He stood up from the sofa as if escaping, walked quickly to the chair next to him and sat down heavily, staring at Qu He who was sleeping soundly on the sofa, the panic flooding in his heart could not be suppressed.

When did all this happen?

Li Xunran held his head and put his hands on his legs, feeling that the whole world was playing a joke on him.Suddenly there was music in his ears, and every note seemed to be beating his nerves.Obviously it was just the violin playing briskly, but he saw Qu He sitting in front of him with the cello in his arms, like his shy lover.He tested the sound with love, tuned the string, picked up the bow, tightened it, and then said to him: "If you like to listen, I will play it for you every day." Those eyes are like black holes.

Li Xunran felt that his soul was snatched away, the melancholy of the violin turned into the melancholy of the cello, the music was so familiar that it made him tremble, it was, "Carving"!

The headache was severe, and the heart seemed to be torn into two pieces, and the adhered blood vessel valves were torn apart. Someone slashed at the remaining connection, splitting the internal organs.The music still didn't stop, and the sound of the flute was as sharp as a sword, piercing his skull, but not a single drop of blood flowed out, it was empty and there was nothing.

Li Xunran hugged his head and yelled, it was frighteningly shrill in the quiet night.

Qu He woke up immediately.

His head was still a little heavy, and the light was too bright to keep his eyes open, but he heard Li Xunran screaming in pain, and he had to wake up immediately.

Li Xunran curled up and squatted, the whole body was only a thin piece under the shirt, as if shaking slightly.

Qu He jumped up and rushed over, holding Li Xunran's head in both hands.

The face in front of him is like gold paper, his lips are like frost, his eyes are piercing, unfocused, but revealing the scorching anxiety and despair.

Qu He was terribly frightened, and gently shook his shoulders: "Xunran! Xunran! What's wrong?"

The violin tore off the tactful mask, the position slipped lower and lower, the tone was sharp and cold, like a snake, struggling, spitting out a letter, trying to break through the net woven by the cello, while the flute danced in a circle beside it, beckoning. Taking defense as offense, the cello is about to fail.

Qu He was smiling at him, such a warm smile, but he couldn't touch it, his hands and feet were all stuck, such a warm smile gradually turned into ice, spreading towards him, head to face, body and mind.

In a hurry, Qu He grabbed Li Xunran, hugged him tightly, and patted him on the back: "Xunran! Don't be afraid! There is me! Look at me!" The shaking gradually stopped, and Qu He's heart As soon as he let go, he gently moved the person in his arms to the front, but those eyes were still empty and did not come back.

Qu He turned his head and ran into the bathroom. The towel was soaked in cold water, twisted, then rushed back, gently covering Li Xunran's face.

The face in the hand trembled suddenly, Qu He quickly removed the towel.

Li Xunran's eyes regained focus, he saw the person in front of him clearly, slowly stretched out his hands, and covered his face, bit by bit, inch by inch, touched the brow bone, touched the eyelashes, touched the straight bridge of the nose, touched Tightly pursed lips.He finally stopped shaking so much, and let out a long breath: "It's you."

Qu He didn't dare to move, and let those cold hands slowly explore his face, feeling the temperature of his hands gradually warming up, and then stopped on his lips.Qu He froze, his already pursed lips were bitten even tighter, there was something clinging in the air, ready to move, he was afraid that he would be confused by the atmosphere, any slight movement might make the thread weak.

The hand stopped, and the fingertips outlined the zigzag lip line for a while.Li Xunran suddenly realized that the person in front of him was a real person, and he flicked his hand away as if he was being burned.

Qu He feels relieved, but also seems to have lost something.

What did he go through just now?Was it something to do with his psychotherapy?

K. He feels cold

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Li Xunran was lying on the bed, obviously, he couldn't fall asleep.

Has the seed planted by Xie Han finally sprouted?

The curtains blocked the moonlight, and the room was pitch black. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, but there was nothing there, or he couldn't see anything.But he didn't dare to close his eyes, he was afraid that once he fell asleep, his soul would no longer be under his control.

What triggers the torrent?

Li Xunran forced himself to calm down, he has a little research on psychology now, Xie Han can't control him a second time, he needs to save himself.

First, he had to find the source, the source that revived the seed.

Concerts, "Morning Songs", offal, beer, Qu He's laughter... Thinking of Qu He, Li Xunran's chest was suffocated, and he tried to suppress it, but the boredom was lingering, like a blunt knife cutting flesh. , slow, painful, painful to numb.

Qu He's face has been floating in front of his eyes, even without a gleam of light, Li Xunran can clearly see the contours of his face, the eyebrows, the eyes, the nose, and the lips, which he only saw one by one not long ago. Carve it in your heart by hand.

He pinched himself hard in the dark, isn't the situation messy enough now?

But Qu He may be his origin.

Realizing this, Li Xunran sat up from the bed.

Is it really Qu He? !

No, not the song itself, but his music, his proud cello, "Morning Song", his unspeakable feelings about the song, and the darkness of night revealed after day.

At the end of June, the beginning of summer had already appeared, and the air was getting warmer in the night. Li Xunran tightly wrapped the thin quilt around his body, and he felt cold.

Qu He really wanted to knock on Li Xunran's door and ask him what's the matter. When he reached the door, he was about to reach out, but hesitated, wandered back and forth, and finally quietly returned to his room.

he's drunk.

I only knew that I was allergic to red wine, but I didn't expect beer to be so intoxicating.

However, wine is not really intoxicating, it is people who are intoxicating.

Throughout the night, Qu He felt like an energetic little hamster in his body, running tirelessly on the roller, sending him a steady stream of energy, adding strength to his bow-drawing wrist and making the pressure even heavier , so that his vibrato fingers became less stagnant and pressed more tenaciously.The notes flowed from his fingers like happy birds, hula la flew all over the concert hall, bringing his heart full of joy.

He is so happy.

He knew that tonight was a good time, the time he had always dreamed of drinking and chatting with his best buddies.Li Xunran's clear and lingling eyes are magical, looking at them, she doesn't want to keep any secrets by herself.

But Li Xunran was wrong.

His absent-minded appearance made Qu He flustered, the puppet-like empty eyes should not belong to Li Xunran.Qu He hugged him, wishing he could get over his strength, get over all his joy tonight, and give him everything he needed, as long as he stopped looking at him with such ignorant eyes.

Those eyes, how could they have no light?

Li Xunran didn't say anything after he woke up, he just chose a corner of the sofa to sit down, curled up, motionless.Qu He wanted to sit beside him, but he shrank inward again.

Qu He finally sat down in another corner of the sofa.

Li Xunran didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask.

He sat quietly with him, as if time did not exist, until Li Xunran stood up and said: "It's late, go to sleep, we can talk about it tomorrow."

L. the best kind

The next day is Sunday.

Qu He couldn't remember when he fell asleep. When the sun shone on his eyelids, he still had a headache from a hangover and late sleep.

After he woke up a little bit, he went downstairs to take a shower. The face in the mirror was a little strange, with a green stubble circle around his chin, the bags under his eyes became more obvious, and his brows never opened.

People are always stronger in the sun, Qu He tidied himself up, went upstairs, stood in front of Li Xunran's room door, and knocked lightly: "Xunran, are you awake?"

"Come in." The voice in the room was hoarse and dry.

Qu He pushed the door open, the curtains hadn't been opened yet, the sunlight came in through the curtains, turning into shadows and covering Li Xunran's body.He was half leaning against the head of the bed, his eyes were bigger, his double eyelids became multiple eyelids, wrinkled in layers, his lower eyelids were slightly darkened, he didn't look like he fell asleep last night at all.

Qu He walked to the edge of the bed, pointed to the edge of the bed and asked, "Is that okay?"

Li Xunran nodded, and moved his body towards the bed.

Qu He sat down on the edge of the bed, facing Li Xunran: "Would you like to tell me?" He tried his best to make his voice slow and warm.

The corner of Li Xunran's mouth twitched, revealing a somewhat self-deprecating smile: "Do you think I'm still mentally ill?"

Qu He felt that this conversation was a bit difficult, he took Li Xunran's hand and put it in his palm: "Trust me, I am your friend, I don't want to see you sad, I want to know how I can help you. "

Li Xunran instinctively flinched when Qu He pulled his hand, but was soon held firmly, and he gave up struggling.

Big tears rolled down, rolled down the pajamas onto the thin quilt, and soon formed a big puddle.There was no expression on Li Xunran's face, he just let the tears flow non-stop, flowing into a river, taking away that seed, taking away the feelings he shouldn't have.Only then did he realize that he had no experience in crying.After that incident, he never cried.

Qu He leaned over and took the tissue from the bedside table, gently wiped the tears on his face, one after another, the tears didn't stop.

That does not work.

Without even thinking about it, Qu He did the same action as last night.He embraced Li Xunran, let him rest his head on his shoulder, tightly protected him with one hand, and patted his back gently with the other: "Cry, cry out, it will be fine."

The man did not cry easily because he did not reach the sad spot.

It was only when Qu and the pajamas behind were wet that Li Xunran finally started to cry, gasping for breath, sniffling. "You wash the snot on my clothes." Qu He said slowly.

Li Xunran lay on his shoulders, and could almost feel every syllable resonating from his chest. He just felt that such intimate physical contact was so good, and he could be greedy for a second: "I wash it, I wash it."

Qu and the tense nerves finally relaxed, as long as they were willing to talk.

He patted the person twice again, then slowly pushed the person away, picked up the pillow next to him and stood on the head of the bed, and helped him lean over.

"You really treat me as