bookworm

After these days of tossing, Feng Feng's chickenpox has been brought under control, and the things on his body and face have gradually subsided, and that night he grabbed Liu Fang's hand to ask for his father. Remember.

No matter what, Liu Fang finally breathed a sigh of relief seeing Feng Feng's complexion getting better and better.

During this period, Atobu would come to give him notes every day, and sometimes they would stay to discuss more esoteric topics together, because Feng Feng took a few days off due to illness, and they had no more time to go. Ready for the physics competition.

On this day, Atobe arrived at Feng Feng's room on time again, because it was Saturday, so he could stay here for a long time.The pimples on Feng Feng's face had completely faded away, and no one knew he had chickenpox except for a speck of pimples on his body.

In the past, Liu Fang was isolated from everyone except Atobu, so he hasn't gone out for a long time to get some air.

Atobe leaned comfortably on Feng Feng's seat, turned his head and saw the piano next to the bookshelf, and then he remembered that Qian Haihezi was also this guy's teacher.

"Do you like the piano?"

Feng Feng gave a lazy waist, and replied sullenly: "Yes, I like it."

Atobe rubbed his chin. He used to hear Asami mentioning him all the time, but he didn't know how he played...

"Then you can play a song for me." Atobe said condescendingly.

Feng Feng tilted his head and thought about it. He hadn't been able to practice the piano recently due to illness, and now he is resting anyway, so he might as well practice his hand while he has nothing to do.

"Okay!" He stroked his sleeves, and walked to the side of the big piano covered in white flannel with an expression of wanting to kill.

Atobe: "..."

My uncle just asked you to play the first piece of music, but didn't ask you to fight!

Feng Feng carefully uncovered the flannelette, opened the piano cover, sat in front of the low stool and began to brew feelings.

Then it's time for the magic sound to fall into your ears.

Atobe held the hand that was soaking in scented tea, and the blue veins on his head "jumped" because I jumped. Although he was mentally prepared before, he didn't expect Feng Feng to be like this...

Surprisingly.

However, Atobe still didn't say those harsh words after all, no matter what his state of mind was, he just sat there silently without saying a word.

Maybe it's because I really don't want to hurt him.

Atobe thought.

If you don't consider the sound of the piano, this is actually a very beautiful morning.

Feng Feng received the last note, and turned back to look at the track department expectantly, as if waiting for praise.

He also felt that he was very strange now. In the past, so many people said that he played badly, and he didn't care, but now, he really wanted to hear the evaluation of him from the person in front of him.

Atobe's words choked in his throat and melted into the eager eyes of the other party. When his brain became hot, Master Atobe blurted out: "I'd better show you a demonstration!"

"You can also play?" Feng Feng suddenly became excited, as if he had found a like-minded fellow Taoist, he squatted beside Atobe. He didn't know that Atobe could do it before.

"Ah, how can I not know that kind of thing." Atobe said disdainfully, there are at least eight kinds of musical instruments he knows, and the piano is just a child's lesson.

Feng Feng nodded, "That's it, then do you play well?"

"My uncle's piano skills are naturally magnificent." Atobe said proudly with his head held high.

"Let me tell you, Feng's piano is the best I've ever seen among my peers. I especially admire him! It's a pity that he won't accept me as an apprentice, otherwise..."

Atobe stared at the heartless guy in front of him speechlessly, how dare he praise others in front of him!

His level is absolutely higher than Feng!

Atobe walked to the piano without saying a word, and without thinking much, he felt that "Fur Elise" was being played.In fact, he could have chosen some more difficult pieces, such as works by famous masters such as Strauss and Mozart, but what flashed through his mind was precisely the most familiar Alice.

"To Alice" is a little piano piece composed by Beethoven when he was 40 years old. At that time, Beethoven was in love with one of his female students, so when he was in a sweet and comfortable mood, he did it for himself and for that A female student created this song "To Alice", implying that an ideal and romantic partner can be found.

At this time, at this place, Atobe played this piece of music to this only object, in fact, he was already expressing his heart in a subtle way, although he himself may not have reacted to it, and the listener may not understand the deep meaning.

However, Feng Feng doesn't need to worry about any other meanings in it. His heart is completely captured by Atobe now. He stares at Atobe's dexterous hands jumping on the black and white keys without blinking. Playing the perfect and elegant melody, with Atobe's affectionate eyes, Feng Feng quickly listed Atobe as an idol in his heart and his name, wishing to go forward and ask the great god to hug his leg.

At this time, it is estimated that as long as Jibu speaks, Feng Feng will definitely be very willing to promise him with his body, and he will bring his own dowry!

Atobu turned his head to look at him, and Feng Feng sat beside him at some point, staring at him with a pair of shining eyes.

As soon as his heart beat, the movements of his hands slowed down and gradually stopped.

The two of them just looked at each other, not even knowing when the sound of the music disappeared, only knowing that the other's eyes were getting closer and closer to their own.

It's not even known whose lips were on the other's first.

At first, it rubs lightly on the lips lightly, then faster and faster, and deeper and deeper.

Atobe was a little moved, and stretched out his hand to grab the boy's waist and stick it to his body, and then knocked open the other's tightly closed lips with his dexterous tongue.

Feng Feng has never kissed anyone before, and he has never been in such close contact with anyone. At this moment, he doesn't think about other things at all. He only knows that this person is doing very intimate things with him, and he Also very happy.

Instinctively, Feng Feng stretched out his hand back to hug him, and slowly wrapped his arms around his neck.

Atobe didn't have much experience before, but he was better than Feng Feng, a Chinese cabbage. Gradually, kissing could no longer satisfy him.

His lips began to slide on Feng Feng's cheeks and forehead, and moved down more and more, starting to march towards his neck.

Feng Feng felt very uncomfortable. Although he was a boy in adolescence, he used to take physiology class as if he was taking math class. He memorized those physiological knowledge as mathematical formulas, so he hardly had the normal boyishness and impulsiveness. Anxiety and embarrassment.

Therefore, the restlessness provoked by Atobe now made him uncomfortable, and he began to resist instinctively.

Atobe noticed the uneasiness of the boy in his arms, and thought that the boy was still sick, so he stopped his movements.

The two of them maintained the posture of embracing each other, quietly leaning against each other to breathe, and neither of them spoke.

Atobe felt that it had already reached this point, and he had to say something clearly, even if he was rejected, it was definitely not his uncle's style to hide it.

"Hey, Feng Feng." Atobe said lazily. In fact, only he knew that he was as nervous as an ordinary boy who was waiting for the reaction of his sweetheart.

"Huh?" Feng Feng buried his face on Atobu's shoulder. It turned out that it felt so good to be in such close contact with a person, and he was a little reluctant to leave.

"From now on, just follow... me." Atobe originally wanted to say "my lord" habitually, but considering that this occasion is rather special, he changed it to "I", so that he should appear more Be honest, he thought.

Feng Feng didn't think too much, and nodded while leaning on his shoulder: "Okay."

Atobe actually thought about what to say and what to do to save the situation if he was rejected, and even how to make persistent efforts to get someone in the future.

He suddenly agreed so simply, Atobe was a little panicked.

"Are you sure what you said?"

He sat up straight, supported Feng Feng's shoulders, looked into his eyes seriously and asked.

Feng Feng nodded, "Of course."

"Do you know what I mean? I mean... From now on, we will be together." Atobe's arrogance made him unable to say "like the word" anyway, at least not yet.

Feng Feng nodded resolutely, "Then we'll be together."

The tone is as simple as saying "ah, the weather is nice today."

Atobu carefully looked at Feng Feng's expression, and after confirming that this guy was serious about talking to himself, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt helpless in his heart.

Based on his understanding of this guy, he felt that he was a typical person who didn't understand. Maybe he didn't understand the true meaning of "together".

However, let's just leave it at that, anyway, there is still a long way to go, and he has plenty of time to grind this idiot.

He raised his hand and tapped Feng Feng's head lightly: "It's your honor to see you, you know?"

Feng Feng looked at him and laughed for no reason: "Hmm!"

Seeing that he started to smile foolishly again, Atobe lost his temper.

"Well, Atobe...you play the piano really well." Feng Feng finally remembered the point, and the starry eyes reappeared.

Being watched with such strong adoring eyes by the person he likes, Mr. Atobe's machismo began to swell violently. He stroked his tear mole proudly: "My uncle has always been very gorgeous."

Feng Feng stretched out his hand and pulled his sleeve: "Then you teach me!"

Atobe didn't put on airs either. After looking at him for a while, he raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't teach unmotivated students."

Feng Feng quickly shook his head: "No, no, I am very self-motivated! Don't worry, Master!"

Atobu's mouth twitched, "Master"?

Feng Feng sat closer next to the trace department, "Teach me!"

Atobe looked down at the piano, and the conductor Feng Feng was operating with both hands.

"Press hard, press down, it's not like this..."

Atobe rested his chin to see Feng Feng was still in a hurry under his command, and couldn't help but make adjustments.

On a Saturday morning, it was quiet and beautiful. The two teenagers sitting by the piano had no intention of looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window. The bird by the window could only tilt its head, looking at the boy with silver-gray hair, pulling another The boy's hands are jumping on the keys.

The expression is gentle and calm.