ABO Plum Green

Numerous writers and media have competed to describe the brightly lit night Shanghai.

But to be honest, Shanghai is too big. The brightly lit area after ten o'clock in the evening may only be Nanjing East Road. Even if it is near the three major landmarks, there will not be too many people.

The floor tiles near Lanhai International are very flat, and the dim street lamps cast on the floor tiles through the dead branches and leaves on both sides of the road in autumn and winter.

Logically speaking, it should be mottled, but the neatly cut floor tiles also cut this mottled area.

There is nothing picturesque about it, it's all just an illusion of stillness.

Song Yuyang liked to touch Qu Shi'an's hair very much.

Just like touching a kitten, stroke it along its fur.His fingertips always stopped at the end of his hair, deliberately not touching the tattoo on the back of his neck.

Qu Shi'an's tattoo is a cluster of flowers, which looks very imposing, but young master Song only thinks it looks good, and he can't tell what kind of flower it is. , the color fades into the spine.

In fact, he still has two tattoos on his waist, one on the left and one on the right, which are the two sound holes on the cello, but Song Yuyang likes to pinch on these two sound holes.

A long time ago, before he met Song Yuyang because he was kidnapped together, he had always dreamed of becoming a cellist.

Rao is from a family like the Qu family, even though he is the only youngest son, the parents of the Qu family nodded.

It is a pity that this dream, which has been realized a little bit, still stagnated in the autumn of 20 years ago.

It has been a long time since his writing, and the color has changed from black to blue-gray, but Qu Shi Ansheng's white still looks just as dazzling.

The cello was played in his car year after year, but no one mentioned it anymore, and the cadenza like a wave once flowed under his bow.

The blood vessels on Song Yuyang's hands are obviously protruding, and together with the slightly protruding bones on the back of Qu Shi'an's neck, there is an indescribable aesthetic of violence.

"I've never seen you fall in love, and I don't have any little lovers, so don't be such an infatuated kind?"

He suddenly spoke like this, with a hint of a smile in his tone.

When normal people hear this, they may think that it is the smugness of common playboys about being loved.

But he has been with this Alpha for 20 years.

He knew in his heart that Song Yuyang was neither implying his confession nor joking.

He was just warning himself not to be delusional.

There was no one on the road, and he happened to come across a red light, so he turned his face and glanced at Song Yuyang—actually smiling.

Thinking of this perfect lover's face, which is harmful, he actually felt very relieved, at least his choices for so many years are still reasonable.

"I didn't see you set it down. Is there a new goal for me to play?"

Answering questions with questions is the ultimate operation of playing coffee.

Their laughter was mixed together, and there was unrequited love in their laughter.

Song Yuyang and Qu Shi'an were kidnapped together when Qu Shi'an was 12 years old.

It doesn't mean that with the development of communication and the improvement of law and order in big cities, there will be no kidnapping cases.

Criminals create cases, not poor defenses.

Wealth and wealth are sought in insurance, and there was no shortage of speculators in Shanghai ten years ago.

At least what they encountered was a group of crazy batches that were flammable and explosive.

The leader of this group is surnamed Shi, and the boys below are called Big Brother Ju, and the one who looks a little educated is called Brother Shitou.

None of them were directly captured by Brother Shitou and his group. On the contrary, Song Yuyang and Qu Shi'an were sent by people he especially trusted, and were exchanged for more useful things.

One gets the inheritance, one passes the test, and one gets the money.

The only unhappy people in the consummation story are the two idiots who have been deceived miserably, and are forced to update their three views in a dilapidated warehouse that has never seen the sun.

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Song Yuyang has been in the same class as Qu Shi'an since kindergarten, and they are not very familiar with each other. Qu Shi'an would rush to become a performer, take half a day of class every day, and go back to practice piano in the afternoon, and send others to help take home homework .

He was handsome, and most of the students who later became Alpha would follow him around when they wore open crotch pants.

Song Yuyang's impression of Qu Shi'an is that he looks literary, and the other thing is that he really didn't focus on studying.

When it comes to his learning status before high school, no one from the same school as them can deny this.

He would put on the cello anti-slip mat that he had prepared before the cultural performance took the stage, and then he would pick up the cello and walk to the stage.

For too many years, Song Yuyang watched Qu Shian's cello model change from small to large, just like fighting monsters and upgrading.

Once when changing seats, he happened to be sitting next to Qu Shi'an - he had really poor grades back then, so it was only natural for him to sit here.

The last row above the head is the air conditioner, which freezes to death in summer and heats to death in winter.

Few people are willing to sit here, but just like no matter how good the school is, there are people who take the bottom one in the exam, and there are always people who have to sit in this crappy seat.

The teacher had no way to coordinate, so he had to rotate the areas, but they were divided according to the grades.

The first three rows receive fresh spit stars, the middle two rows of second-rate ones are just in the center of the teacher's vision, and the third-rate ones are naturally the last two rows.

But what kind of family background is the Qu family? The only youngest son sat in the last row of the classroom, and he didn't make a sound and didn't have any opinions.

The teacher was also young, so he didn't think much about the twists and turns of the little kids in the class, but maybe it was fortunate that the teacher didn't like to think about it. If he thought about it, he would be a bad person no matter what he did.

Qu Shi'an's position decals are colorful, but everyone thinks it's so cute, and they don't think it's gimmicky at all.

Qu Shi'an played the metronome in class, and secretly turned on the sound. The two of them were directly facing the air conditioner, and the teacher couldn't hear it at all. He put his hand directly above the speaker hole, and put the regular tempo to the music score, from slow to fast Moaning over and over again.

Qu Shi'an likes to put rosin on the bow when he is waiting for someone to pick him up after eating. If he looks at the piano with that look, no one will refuse any of his requests.

Young Master Song thought he was very cute, he seemed unable to speak while holding the cello, or he had no time to take care of other things, like a happy little fool.

Song Yuyang was ignorant, he relied on cram schools for his studies, and he only wanted to sneak a peek at Qu Shi'an at school.

At that time, he asked Qu Shi'an why he was so eager to practice the piano and ran away every day without seeing anyone.

Qu Shi'an said that if he wants to go to the middle school of music, it will be better for his career, and it is better to take the class sooner rather than later.

So before being kidnapped together, he was counting down in his heart, and he always felt that the two of them had seen each other for a while.

Qu Shi'an, who loved the cello so sincerely and pursued his so-called career desperately, finally changed his tune.

He didn't want to give up, and there was nothing he couldn't bear.

It's not that I'm bored, it's just that I no longer have the physical conditions to be a performer.

Everyone knows his dream, but only Song Yuyang knows his sadness.

Song Yuyang didn't ask who brought him here because he obviously had more sad things.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the boundaries between spring, summer, autumn and winter many years ago were actually more obvious. The two most comfortable days of the year are the beginning of spring and the beginning of autumn.

After living these two days comfortably, I always feel that I have to suffer outside.

The background of the Song family is very complicated, so complicated that Song Yuyang's two uncles and his father are three different mothers.

There are many people in the family on big days every year. Most of the names do not have adjectives in front of them. There are only uncles, aunts and brothers and sisters.

A long time before the Mid-Autumn Festival, my uncle said that he would take him out to play during the festival, but later the orchestra that my uncle worked for wanted to participate in a program, so he gave up.

There was an aunt who was very active, she looked very young, and volunteered to take over my uncle's promise.

She is usually okay with him, and the snacks she makes are delicious.

He didn't like studying at that time, but his parents always scolded him for being lazy and unhuman, and only his aunt would secretly give him snacks before finishing his homework.

Things got to this point, but he was used as a tool to connect the hypocritical and pitiful family relationship between adults, but the aunt finally put him near the rockery in the park, and she excused herself to go fishing.

It's funny, fishing for a hammerfish, I think I still have the capital to let him wait.

At that time, Song Yuyang didn't think there was anything to be afraid of being alone, and because he had been taught that Omega sometimes needs freedom, he didn't insist on following his aunt.

After she walked out, she looked around for a while, but she disappeared after a while.

The rockery is not a mountain, but it is also a pile of large stones, built very high.

There are not many people in the parks in the suburbs, and everyone wants to go to the city center during the holidays.

Young Master Song waited and waited, waiting until he was so bored that he squatted beside the bridge and bent down to watch the carp. When the sun set, he didn't wait for his aunt to finish fishing.

But when the park was closed and before the last round of security patrols, he was "invited" into the van by several burly men.

That situation was absurd. In fact, there was no communication with each other. They didn't do anything, and they didn't have any attention-grabbing words. They just surrounded them silently.

He knew that he was somewhat unlucky.

Qu Shi'an came to the warehouse on the second day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and when he came, his mother brought his piano case with him.

He still didn't understand how this little fool was carrying the piano case and no one picked him up.