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Zheng Yuan ran up to the sixth floor in one breath, and knocked on the door panting.

Seeing Ouyang appearing in front of him as usual, he stretched out his hands to hold Ouyang's arms tightly, pulled him closer to his eyes, and examined him carefully.

After confirming that it was undoubtedly Ouyang, the drunkenness had time to come back. He put his arms around Ouyang's neck, put his chin on Ouyang's shoulder, and said weakly: "Ouyang, give me back my guitar."

Ouyang was stunned by Zheng Yuan's words.Zheng Yuan, smelling like alcohol, was hanging on his neck, leaning against his body weight.Ouyang quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the sofa in the living room, with his head facing inward and his feet facing the door.After settled down with Zheng Yuan, Ouyang thought about it and felt that something was wrong. He was bending down to turn him around, but Zheng Yuan grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.

"You lied to me." Zheng Yuan lay on his back on the sofa, half-closed his eyes, and said vaguely with a drunken uncontrollable smile.

Ouyang was startled.He pushed Zheng Yuan's hand holding his clothes back to the sofa, and before he had time to think about it, Zheng Yuan began to mutter again.

"Both you and Lao Bian lied to me and took my guitar away."

Only then did Ouyang realize that what Zheng Yuan said was about the fact that he bought Zheng Yuan's guitar from the old Bian back then.At that time, Ouyang had already been an intern in a design company for almost a year, and the monthly internship salary was not cheap, so he cobbled together more than 1 yuan to save Zheng.

"That's not... yes, if you say it's a lie, it's a lie." Ouyang looked at Zheng Yuan's drunken child-like expression, and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"Where's my guitar?" Seeing Ouyang's confession, Zheng Yuan continued to ask.

Ouyang prepared a wet towel from the bathroom, helped Zheng Yuan wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and said, "It's sold."

Zheng Yuan's squinted eyes were wide open, he struggled to get up, and exclaimed, "Sold?"

Ouyang nodded seriously, and said, "I don't know how to play, so it's a pity to leave it like that."

After hearing this, Zheng Yuan fell back on the sofa, stretched out his hands and rubbed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "That's right, I don't need it now either. It's good to find a good home for it."

After that, he turned over, curled up facing the back of the sofa, and remained motionless.

Seeing him like this, Ouyang felt uncomfortable, patted his calf, and said, "Go take a bath, how can you sleep if it smells so bad?"

Zheng Yuan stretched out his hand to cover his eyes to hide the light, said "Let me stink like this", and there was no movement again.

Ouyang squatted down behind Zheng Yuan, looking at the neat dimples on the back of his head.A strand of dark brown hair obediently extended to the tip of the hair along the direction of the swirl.His head was clinging to the side of the armrest of the sofa, and his hair was messed up.

Recently, after reflecting on the beating incident, he began to think about Zheng Yuan's reaction.Originally, I thought Zheng Yuan would go on like this for a long time, but I didn't expect him to come back so soon.

"Zheng Yuan?"

Ouyang's soft call broke Zheng Yuan's drowsiness.The hand covering his eyes slipped to his shoulder, rubbed his sore shoulder, and remained motionless again.Zheng Yuan still had no intention of getting up.

Ouyang sighed, put his hands on the edge of the sofa, stared at Zheng Yuan's side face from above, saw his eyelashes flutter a few times, and hurriedly closed them again.

"Get up." Seeing Zheng Yuan pretending to be asleep, Ouyang was still unyielding.

Zheng Yuan opened his eyes helplessly, and said in a daze, "Why do you have to get up?"

Ouyang rubbed the hair on the back of his head and persuaded: "Get up and take a bath. Is it uncomfortable to fall asleep like this?"

Zheng Yuan avoided Ouyang's hand, and said helplessly, "Are you bothered? Go to sleep and let me lie here."

Ouyang stood up, looked at Zheng Yuan Daxia's body curled up on the sofa, raised his knees and pressed his back twice, and Zheng Yuan shrank back into the sofa.

Withdrawing his legs, Ouyang sighed and said, "Get up and take a shower, and I'll return the guitar to you."

The sunset-colored spruce top and the peach wood back and sides of the same color, the Gibson J45 was perfectly preserved by Ouyang.

Sitting on the beanbag sofa in the bedroom, with the guitar in his arms, Zheng Yuan felt a dusty nostalgia in his heart.With the humming noise of the hair dryer in his ears, he adjusted the loose strings by feeling.Sweeping fingers across the strings, the sound is clear yet tough.

He smiled and glanced at Ouyang who was helping him to dry his hair, then lowered his head and continued to play with the guitar in his hand.Look at it over and over again, no matter how you look at it, how you like it.

In the noise of the hair dryer, he heard what Ouyang said, but he didn't hear clearly.When Ouyang was asked again, he had already put away the hair dryer and said, "I said your hair has grown, so go get it fixed some other day. You want to interview the company's executives, which is different from before."

This sentence entered Zheng Yuan's left ear and came out of his right ear.Now his attention is on his "Xiaoqiang", and he can't take his eyes off.Carefully adjusting the pitch with tools, he raised his head just now, his eyes stayed on Ouyang's face for three seconds before turning away, and said, "That... forgot to tell you, thank you."

Ouyang sat on the floor opposite him, crossed his legs, smiled and shook his head.He wanted to say "you also sponsored me when I bought the house", but he hesitated for a while and didn't say it.

"Don't talk about it." He raised his chin and signaled Zheng Yuan, "Try playing a song?"

Zheng Yuan fiddled with his hand twice, raised his head and asked Ouyang: "What are you playing? Welcome to on-demand. But it's been a long time since I played it. I'm new to the game, so I can't come to impromptu solo."

Ouyang raised his head and recalled for a moment, saying that he could play anything.

Zheng Yuan glanced at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.He searched in his mind for a piece suitable for soloing most of the night.

After thinking for a while, he selected the track, adjusted his state, licked his dry lips, and played the melody that would appear and disappear in his mind when he was sleepy.

"Poetry of Wind" by Oshio-san.

This piece sounds very soothing, and the fingering and skills required are not difficult, but it is not easy to grasp the rhythm of the piece and express the artistic conception of wind.

Therefore, compared with the more refined and delicate interpretation in the 10th anniversary collection, he chose the plain and simple playing method in the original album of "dramatic".

Ouyang rested his elbow on his knee, propped his chin with his palm, and listened quietly.

After playing a piece, Ouyang stared at Zheng Yuan in a daze, without saying a word.The lake water in the depths of the eyes was shimmering, making Zheng Yuan unable to escape.

Zheng Yuan put the guitar aside, with some expectation in his eyes, and asked Ouyang how he was playing.

Ouyang didn't answer, nodded speciously, and said: "This song is like the plain outside Qingyang City, with yellow leaves falling one by one."

Zheng Yuan listened to Ouyang's words, lowered his head and laughed, stretched out his hand to pluck the strings beside him, and looked up to confirm: "Is it really that good?"

"Hmm. It seems that all the fallen leaves in the world have fallen on that plain."

Zheng Yuan raised the corners of his mouth, although goosebumps all over his body, he still said proudly: "Speaking of which, I first decided to play in a band because I like the simple tone of the acoustic guitar. When I hear the sound of the guitar, I think of what we did together when I was a child." No need to worry about the day."

After hearing this, Ouyang's eyes darkened a little, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Are you struggling now?"

This question went straight to Zheng Yuan's heart, he flapped his eyelashes a few times, and explained: "No...you know my current job, like the 21st century, makes people feel hairy and very uncomfortable..."

Ouyang knew that Zheng Yuan was dodging habitually.This night, he has been saying these meaningless words.

He interrupted Zheng Yuan and asked, "Is it because of me that you are struggling?"

"Huh?" Zheng Yuan raised his eyebrows with a puzzled expression, and he suddenly became alert with a sleepy expression.He was startled like a deer drinking water by a lake in the forest, his black and white eyes trembled slightly, and the color in his eyes also cooled down.

"Do you remember what I said, do you have something to say when you come back?"

Having said that, Ouyang put away his crossed legs, put his hands on the edge of the lazy sofa, approached Zheng Yuan's face with a focused expression, and pecked lightly on his lips.Zheng Yuan's lips were a little dry, but very cold, with the smell of alcohol.Ouyang stared at the shock, confusion, sadness and softness in his eyes so closely that he couldn't help but kiss him again, wrapped his cold lips, and sucked gently until those tightly closed The wet lips became warmer.

For a moment at the beginning, Zheng Yuan thought that he had been fooled by drinking at night.It wasn't until he truly felt Ouyang's warm breath brushing against his cheeks that he woke up like a dream.Before he had time to say a word to stop him, he pushed Ouyang away and supported him with his right hand behind him, but he couldn't stand up.

Zheng Yuan sat slumped in a self-defeating manner, rubbed the back of his hand on his lips, lowered his head, not daring to look at Ouyang, and said, "Stop joking."

Ouyang almost fell to the ground.He sat back on the edge of the mattress, his head buzzing.Hearing Zheng Yuan's words, he raised his head and saw Zheng Yuan's eyebrows drooping, and he also felt like waking up from a dream.He folded his hands, stared at his palms for a moment, and said affirmatively, "...I'm not joking."

Zheng Yuan took a deep breath, lay back on the soft sofa, covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and said with a wry smile, "That's sleepwalking? Young master, you should go back to sleep."

After that, he raised his head to look at Ouyang, motioning him to go back to his room.

Ouyang saw his eyes straight and said firmly, "I'm not sleepy... I won't leave either."

Zheng Yuan stared at the ceiling, and said in a consoling tone: "Since I'm back, I won't leave. You are not happy after breaking up, and I will definitely accompany you. We can go to the exhibition or go swimming... In short, we are looking for Do something that makes you happy. If you don't want to go out, you can stay at home..."

Ouyang understood that Zheng Yuan did not believe him.For a long time, he always felt that there was not much need for words between the two of them.So much so that when I really want to express something now, I don’t know how to say it.

"I want to be with you." After realizing this, Ouyang told Zheng Yuan cautiously, but very clearly.

Zheng Yuan's activity planning stopped, he was silent for a long time, without looking at Ouyang again, he said, "Aren't we always together?"

When he said this, he felt that his throat was slowly blocked by a moist and dense object, so that it was extremely difficult to utter every word.He didn't believe that Ouyang could empty his feelings so easily after being broken in love, and he would easily accept such Ouyang.

Ouyang shook his head with a wry smile when he heard his words.The "together" in his mouth is not the "together" in Zheng Yuan's mouth.He also knew that Zheng Yuan understood the meaning of this word, but he didn't want to understand it.

He quietly walked to Zheng Yuan's side, squatted down to catch his gaze towards the ceiling, his eyes were full of begging, and said, "Just trust me once, okay?"

Zheng Yuan turned his head away from Ouyang's sight.But he can still feel Ouyang's gaze.This reminded him of Ouyang's previous attack on the "cheating man".His heart seemed to be wrapped in damp cowhide, and it tightened inch by inch in the repeatedly tangled heat, making him unable to breathe.

Knowing that he couldn't say it, he still blurted out: "Can you be happy with me? Last week, you beat someone because of the pain of breaking up a relationship. What do you want me to believe now?"

Ouyang's eyes were full of desire to argue.Zheng Yuan couldn't take back what he said, and looked at Ouyang dryly. He noticed that Ouyang lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, his Adam's apple twitched, and hesitantly said: "It's not what you think... The reason why I will do it is because It's just because your kindness was misunderstood and I was angry for a while. Afterwards, I was very scared. I was afraid that you would really meet the right person, and that you would run away when you saw me like that. I...maybe I just wanted to be brave, lest you find out I'm weak, sorry."

Ouyang's words hit Zheng Yuan's heart one after another, and the selfish feelings in his heart began to revive.Stretching out his hand to soothe the worry between Ouyang's brows, he realized that Ouyang was too cruel.I am like an object that comes and goes when it is called.Just because he owed Ouyang an agreement five years ago, he was eaten to death.

His hands groped to the back of Ouyang's neck, pulled him towards him, and hugged him tightly.The tip of his nose brushed over the hair next to Ouyang's ear. The familiar smell on Ouyang's body once made him feel at ease and even moved him, but now it made him in a dilemma.

The tip of his tongue slipped over Ouyang's white and slender ears, and he heard a deep gasp.Regardless of Ouyang's tightly bound arms, he held Ouyang's face with both hands, looked at Ouyang from bottom to top, and asked, "You mean together, is this kind of together?"

Ouyang just looked at him without speaking, and wanted to hug him tightly again.

Zheng Yuan was in a stalemate, and still asked Ouyang: "Can you do this kind of thing? Don't give up on yourself when you lose love."

This is the most direct rejection, and Ouyang understands it.The arms holding Zheng Yuan gradually lost strength, and his hands rested on the soft edge of the sofa, sinking towards Zheng Yuan little by little.

"I didn't give up on myself, it's just that you don't believe me. I proposed to break up with Jiang Xiaofan, and it's my own choice. It has nothing to do with other things." Ouyang's voice was full of stubbornness, and the lake water in the depths of his eyes froze. Cun Cun Man came up, all the way up along Zheng Yuan's ankle, trying to grab him and make him have no way to escape.This kind of way is very different from the usual twists and turns, which makes Zheng Yuan feel strange.

Although Ouyang was so frank, Zheng Yuan couldn't convince himself.He shook his head, pushed Ouyang away and sat up, and said in a low voice, "give me some time, can you?"

Ouyang heard Zheng Yuan's answer, but did not answer.He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then stretched out his arms to embrace Zheng Yuan again, wanting to hold him in his arms.

Zheng Yuan grabbed his wrists and pushed him away.He broke free from Zheng Yuan's hands and insisted on hugging Zheng Yuan.

After so many repetitions, Zheng Yuan was irritated and exhausted by Ouyang's stubbornness.Let Ouyang hug him, and he said again, "Asleep?"

Ouyang just buried his face in his shoulder, seemed to nod, shook his head again, and said softly: "Let me hug again."