midsummer night

He Xiyuan smiled, stopped a few meters in front of Lu Chengfeng, and said, "Morning senior, would you like something to drink?"

Lu Chengfeng gestured to the two cups of coffee on the dining table, and said, "I'll give you a cup for the newly opened store recently."

He Xiyuan smiled and said thank you.He narrowed his eyes slightly as he drank his coffee, and let out a soft sigh of comfort in his throat.

Lu Chengfeng looked at his silhouette and asked, "Are you used to living here?"

He Xiyuan: "It's good, it's very quiet at night."

He suddenly remembered something, walked back to the room, and then came out with a document in his hand and handed it to Lu Chengfeng, saying: "The housekeeper said that there is no way to sign the contract, so I have to sign with you, I will pay the rent every month .”

Lu Chengfeng took the documents over and looked at the contract: the tenant, He Xiyuan, attached his ID card information and rental start time, while the rent and the owner's name were left blank.Six sheets of paper are eloquently listed in detail, such as the tenant will not damage the structure and decoration of the house, and will not bring strangers to stay overnight.

Lu Chengfeng raised his eyes and asked, "Did you write the contract yourself?"

He Xiyuan: "I found a template and changed the content."

Lu Chengfeng smiled and said, "It's written in a similar style to my legal department. I'll bring it to you after I sign it."

He Xiyuan nodded, thinking that he turned the company's customers into landlords, and seemed to have reached a great deal.

On Friday afternoon, He Xiyuan received a bouquet of flowers in the office, five light yellow bowl-shaped roses, very unique and rare.The bouquet didn't leave a name or a card, so the security guard held it in his hand and followed the front desk to deliver it to his seat.He was taken aback for a moment before taking it. The colleagues around him looked at him teasingly and curiously, and Gao Qingnian ran to his desk to gossip.

Fortunately, the bouquet of flowers was not eye-catching from a distance, so the reaction of the crowd was not perverted, and they dispersed quickly.

After returning home in the evening, he put the flowers in a vase, took a shower, sat in front of the piano in cotton clothes, and took out the printed score in the office.

He hasn't played the piano for many years, and most of the time he doesn't have a piano by his side, and he doesn't have the mind and time.Recently, the workload has decreased a little, and there is a piano in the living room, which was a brand that his family could not afford when he was learning piano.When I was working, I listened to a piece of music I had learned with my earphones, and brought the score back with me.

The piano is a little old, I don't know when it was last tuned, but the sound is round and has a crisp sound when the gravity falls.

The beginning of the piece is a slow main theme. He Xiyuan played the piano very lightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the neighbors, and he was a little unfamiliar with the music score, so he played very slowly.

When Lu Chengfeng went downstairs, he called He Xiyuan, but no one answered.He pressed his fingerprint to unlock the door, and when he entered the door, he heard the faint and intermittent "June Boat Song" in the living room.

After the sound of the door opening, the sound of the piano stopped. He Xiyuan stood up from the seat, took the music score on the piano stand in his hand, quickly closed the piano, and then looked at Lu Chengfeng.That looks like a child who stole something and got smashed.

Lu Chengfeng walked in, with a suit jacket on his hand, and said, "I called you just now, and thought you were working overtime at the company."

Then sitting on the armrest of the sofa near the piano and reaching out to him, He Xiyuan had no choice but to give him the score in his hand.

Lu Chengfeng flipped through the piano score, returned the score to He Xiyuan, walked to the piano, and started to play again from the place where He Xiyuan had just stopped.The theme of the middle section is the rushing river, until the main theme at the end reappears, ending with a soft and bright chord ending, sparkling, falling flowers on the river and distant ships.

He Xiyuan stood on the spot and listened quietly. Lu Chengfeng rolled up the cuffs of his shirt before playing the piano. From the angle he stood, he could see the silhouette and the gesture of his fingers moving across the keys, which was very charming.

Until Lu Chengfeng turned his head to look at him, He Xiyuan still looked at Lu Chengfeng's hand and thought: Shall I applaud?

Lu Chengfeng looked at his expression and smiled slightly, and said, "This is the piece I played when I was 12 years old when I participated in a performance at my piano teacher's house."

He Xiyuan didn't know how to answer after hearing this, so he just said: "Your hand—"

He wanted to say it was great, but before he could say it, he felt that it was not serious, so he didn't continue.

Seeing that Lu Chengfeng raised his eyebrows, he continued to add: "When I was young, I couldn't reach the chords when I was practicing. I just feel like it.”

Drifting on the river at the end of spring, the hot summer has not yet come, and the singing of cicadas is also brewing.It is metaphorical but not obscure, and there is a vague expectation in the thoughtfulness, which sounds like myself when I was young.

But not being able to reach the chords still frustrates him. He learned this piece just in the summer before the start of high school, heralding the end of piano lessons, the upcoming high school boarding life and all the unknowns.

For many years later, he basically never touched the piano again.His foundation is too weak, and he has no desire to play the piano.The reason for him to learn the piano is similar to most of his peers, mainly because of the wishes of his parents.

When I was in middle school, at a glance, the piano practice room was full of children of a few years old. They ran out of the piano room happily after class, and played fast and loudly on the keys during the performance.Even though the rhythm was messed up, the ignorant parents were still very satisfied and proud, holding up the equipment to record and shoot non-stop.

Most people play the piano just to play fast and loud, and there is no emotion in that kind of music.In the last performance he participated in, he sat alone and played the slow "June Boat Song". No one in the audience except the teacher could understand it.

He Xiyuan put his fingers in front of him and stretched them, as if to show Lu Chengfeng that his hands were really not in good condition, his fingers and palms were fleshy, and they were not ideal pianist hands.

His parents never thought of this, and only felt regretful that he gave up the piano later, although the main regret was about the cost of tuition.

Lu Chengfeng gently held He Xiyuan's hand.His fingers are slender and strong, and his skin has light blue blood vessels under the light, holding He Xiyuan's hand is like pinching a flesh pad.

He Xiyuan's heart skipped a beat, and a tingling sensation rose from his spine, dragging his hands to his cheeks.He felt that perhaps his cheeks were flushed, but he didn't move his hand.

Lu Chengfeng held his hand without letting go, then raised his eyes to meet his gaze.

The message conveyed by his eyes was very clear, and there was nowhere to hide the emotions in He Xiyuan's heart.

Then Lu Chengfeng raised his hand to his lips, bowed his head and kissed the back of his hand, and He Xiyuan withdrew his hand.

The moment he withdrew his hand, he realized that Lu Chengfeng hadn't exerted any force when holding his hand.The heartbeat roared in the chest, and the hands and feet were at a loss.

Lu Chengfeng said: "You can play the piano at will. If you need the score and a teacher, you can find the housekeeper. She has good piano skills. She was my piano practice partner when I was young."

Then he said: "You can come to my villa when you are free on weekends. You can decide the time. You can bring books and computers. There is a Steinway in the villa. I forget which year my mother got it from a friend."

His voice and expression were calm, even a little happy, as if they had been discussing music all along, and nothing happened.

He Xiyuan nodded and said hello.

Later, He Xiyuan got a rental contract from the housekeeper, with Lu Chengfeng's name signed on it, and the rent was much lower than the market price.

He thought of Lu Chengfeng holding his hand that night, the touch between his fingers, the slightly rough fingertips.

But he didn't go to the invitation to go to the villa for afternoon tea on the weekend soon, and even made excuses to push down the invitation to the usual meal.He intuitively felt that the closer he was to Lu Chengfeng, the stronger his physiological reaction, and the more amazing his dependence on and consumption of inhibitors would be.

When he came home from get off work every day, he locked himself in the room and never touched the piano in the living room again.

Like going back to the days when he rented a house, he closed the door and turned off the lights, and only a night light in front of the bed and a computer screen were on in the room.Sitting on the chair and bed in the room, nervously listening to the sound outside the door.

Lu Chengfeng may have come here once or twice, the light in the living room was always on, and it was clear that there was no one in the living room as soon as he entered the door.

One time, He Xiyuan could even hear Lu Chengfeng walking to the door of his bedroom, but he didn't knock.There was no peephole in the bedroom door, and he couldn't see or hear very well.But when the footsteps faded away, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He opened the door again half an hour later. There was no one in the living room, and there was no pheromone smell of pine wood.

He Xiyuan began to adjust the dosage of inhibitors according to his physical condition.I don’t know if it’s his illusion, but the effectiveness of inhibitors is getting lower and lower, and the price of buying them from pharmacies seems to be cheaper than before, but the inhibitors prescribed by the hospital are more expensive because of the lower proportion of medical insurance reimbursement. The cost is slightly higher than before.

I heard from a friend that if you can buy an expensive brand with high active ingredients, you will buy it. Since two pharmaceutical companies have crowded the market with low-concentration and low-price inhibitors, the production of long-term and highly effective inhibitors has gradually decreased.

Inhibitors must be withheld until repeat suppressor surgery.

He would go to Beidu Hospital to make an appointment every month, but he never got on the list.Fenggang has also begun to limit the number of people who receive suppressor transplants every month. It is said that this policy was introduced because of the difficulty of making appointments for surgeries for the local residents in the past six months and insufficient medical resources.

He flips through the news every day, and there are many policies mixed with the reduction of the medical insurance reimbursement ratio for reproductive and obstetrics, or advocating Omega to return to the family.

He knew that meant a family of slaves.

He had been in the lukewarm water for a long time, but unfortunately the person who boiled the water was impatient. When the temperature of the water suddenly rose, even the dullest person could detect wrong motives.

Fortunately, it is already autumn, and the body and glands can be wrapped in heavy clothes.

Lu Chengfeng should return to Europe during the Christmas and New Year holidays and won't meet him. He should still have time to lock himself in the room and wait for the suppressor to be implanted.

After get off work on Friday night, He Xiyuan drank half a glass of wine bought from the supermarket in his room.The wine bottles on the wine rack in the restaurant are expensive depending on the year and name, and he has not studied the wine specifically, he can see the color, drink it sour and sweet, that's all.

When he drank, he only drank, and when he ate, he only ate.And most of the drinking is before going to bed at night, hoping to fall asleep.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, he turned off the lights and sat in the room watching old movies with earphones and a wine glass in his hand, and missed the call from Lu Chengfeng.

There is something to say: Daily social fear: Either do not answer the phone, or create conditions so that you cannot receive the phone.

PS Orange pheromone is really wonderful, O-shaped fruit and Omega are also super match