Bamboo Horse Notepad

When he was a sophomore, a friend of Lin Qi’s father opened a new theater. A few days before the opening, he wanted to find a pianist. Lin Qi happened to hear about it, so he took the initiative to hire him.

At six o'clock that morning, Wang Lang went downstairs to pick up Lin Qi.

"I'm so sleepy." Lin Qi dragged a large bag of clothes into the car, yawning drowsily.

"How long are you going to perform?" Wang Lang asked him.

"Two hours, it opens at eight o'clock, and it will probably finish at ten o'clock." Lin Qi rubbed his eyes, "I'll sleep first, and call me when I arrive."

"Where was I when you were playing the piano?" Wang Lang asked him.

"Wherever you want." Lin Qi muttered in a daze.

After sleeping in the car for an hour, Lin Qi finally felt better.

After hastily changing clothes in the dressing room, Lin Qi stood in front of the mirror and combed her hair.

The makeup artist rushed over with a box to apply makeup, but Lin Qi hurriedly avoided it.

"That's right, what kind of makeup does a man wear!" Wang Lang blocked the idiot behind him, thinking that my wife looks good without makeup!

The make-up artist looked at Lin Qi and thought she looked pretty.

If you don't change, you won't change.

Standing behind Lin Qi, Wang Lang helped him cut his hair, and went up to kiss him while no one was looking.

"Stop making trouble!" Lin Qi pushed him helplessly, "Stop making trouble, get out."

"Where should I go, there are people everywhere." Wang Lang was helpless.

"I don't care where you go." Lin Qi ran away holding the jelly water, staying away from that big hooligan, so as to avoid being kissed again!

"Lin Qi!" Someone called at the door, "It's your turn."

"Oh." Lin Qi hurried over.

There were many actors walking around in the dressing room, one couldn't find the earrings, the other couldn't find the dress, chattering in chaos, Wang Lang was disturbed by the noise, so he went out and wanted to go for a walk, thinking about going out at ten o'clock. Come back and pick up Lin Qi.

Walking to the backstage, he glanced casually, but happened to see Lin Qi playing the piano.

The angle is not good, only his silhouette can be seen.

The neat broken hair, the straight nose, the thin lips.

There is also a slightly shiny stud earring on the right ear.

The stage was very dark, only a beam of light hit Lin Qi.

White dress, white piano.

The slender fingers danced on the keys, as clean as the little prince in a fairy tale.

Wang Lang couldn't bear to look away, so he simply sat on the ground leaning against the stage.

It turns out that happiness is so simple.

To be able to look at him so quietly is already a blessing.

Someone beside him was holding flowers and wanted to run over, but Wang Lang stopped him.

"Is there something wrong?" the flower shop boy asked him.

"Here, sell me one." Wang Lang pointed to the bouquet in his arms.

"That can't be done, this is what we packaged." The florist shook his head.

"Please, it's very important to me." Wang Lang said sincerely.

"...Then I'll give you one." The florist boy was soft-hearted and easy-going, so he took a rose from inside and handed it to him.

"Thank you." Wang Lang smiled gratefully at him.

After Lin Qi finished his performance, he couldn't find Wang Lang when he got backstage.

Don't you even watch your performance?Lin Qi was a little depressed, took out his mobile phone to make a call, and saw that there was an unread text message.

Made by Wang Lang.

"Qiqi is on the fifth floor, I'm here."

The fifth floor hasn't been renovated yet, so what are you doing there?

Confused, Lin Qi closed his phone and got on the elevator.

Lin Qi walked around looking for piles of decoration equipment, but there was no one here.

Just wondering, suddenly someone hugged him from behind.

"Scared me to death!" Lin Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and turned to stare at him, "What are you doing here so nicely! Playing a haunted house game?"

"Because no one is bothering you here, and this is for you." Wang Lang took out a rose from one side, "It's... I wish you a successful performance."

"For me?" Lin Qi was a little surprised.

It's so good, why did you suddenly send yourself flowers.

"The way you play the piano today is very beautiful." Wang Lang wrapped him in his arms, his voice was low and seductive, "Baby, I love you."

"Why are you so disgusting all of a sudden." Lin Qi's heartbeat accelerated, and he simply buried his face in his arms.

"It's nothing, I just want to say." Wang Lang pinched his small chin, and looked into his eyes seriously, "Qiqi, you never said you love me, okay?"

"..." Lin Qi's face turned red, a little unaccustomed to Wang Lang's sudden seriousness, and... such a direct confession.

"Qiqi..." Wang Lang's voice was a little impatient, a little wronged, and a little coquettish.

"...I love you." Lin Qi compromised, his voice was as small as a mosquito.

With a smile on Wang Lang's face, he leaned over and kissed his lips.

The dimly lit equipment room was empty except for a table by the window.

Lin Qi was dizzy from Wang Lang's kiss, and suddenly felt that she was being picked up in the air, and then laid flat on the table.

"Langlang, can we do well when we go back?" Lin Qi was a little nervous.

"Don't be afraid, no one is coming here." Wang Lang unbuttoned his little dress, and put one hand in from the hem of his shirt.

Too many love affairs made each other very familiar, Wang Lang soon forced Lin Qi to give up resistance.

The gorgeous dress was spread on the table, and the shirt and trousers were also thrown aside, only the black tie was left alone, which made Lin Qi's complexion even fairer.

Wang Lang stared at the perfect and clean body below him almost infatuatedly, and stretched out his hand to caress it little by little.

"Langlang..." Lin Qi's eyes were filled with unbearable water, and he couldn't stand this kind of torture that seemed to never end, so he took the initiative to raise his legs to wrap around his waist.

"Heh... can't wait?" Wang Lang chuckled.

Lin Qi bit her lip and reached out to untie the belt for him.

"Ignite the fire now, and I will be responsible for extinguishing it later." Wang Lang grabbed his restless hand, his eyes were blackened by lust.

"...Yes." Lin Qi's whole body was dyed pink by lust.

"Either? Don't say no later." Wang Lang smiled naughtily, stretched out his hand to fix his waist, and leaned in.

Downstairs are the stars walking the red carpet and the wine in the goblet, which looks flashy and beautiful.

In the dim equipment room upstairs, there are two young bodies that are endlessly entangled.

The four lips eagerly sucked and bit each other, and finally parted, but there was a silver thread pulling away from the lips, lewd and erotic.

So a person stood up and offered his lips again.

The other bowed his head in cooperation and kissed deeply.

The world no longer exists, and the only sensory stimulation comes from the other party.

When the feast was over, Lin Qi's body was covered with bruises and he curled up on the table with no strength left.

Wang Lang put on his clothes, held Lin Qi in his arms, and gently wiped off the marks on his body.

"Langlang." Lin Qi suddenly wanted to cry, for some unknown reason.

Wang Lang lowered his head and lightly touched his lips.

It has nothing to do with lust|desire, just pity.

After cleaning his body briefly for him, Wang Lang looked at Lin Qi's crumpled clothes with a bitter face.

Wrinkled and dirty, how to wear it back?

Lin Qi curled up in Wang Lang's arms with her eyes closed, not wanting to speak or move.

"Qiqi, did you wear your own clothes when you came here? I'll go downstairs and get them for you. Can you wait here?" Wang Lang asked him softly.

"No." Lin Qi tightly grasped his skirt.

"Be obedient, you can't wear these clothes anymore, I'll be back soon." Wang Lang patted him on the back.

"No." Lin Qi still closed his eyes.

Too intense pleasure not only took away my strength, but also took away my thinking ability.

Knowing that Wang Lang was talking, but not knowing what he was talking about.

I only heard him let himself wait here alone.

Of course not.

"Qiqi." Wang Lang was helpless.

Lin Qi's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up, he had already put on his pajamas and was lying on the hotel bed.

"Qiqi." Wang Lang on the side lowered his head and rubbed his forehead, "Are you awake?"

"What time is it?" Lin Qi asked him hoarsely.

"It's past nine o'clock in the evening." Wang Lang hugged him into his arms, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Lin Qi blushed.

After a brief wash, the two of them went out to eat together.

The crispy buns are served with special sauces, as well as tender steaks and delicious thick soups.

The waiter shuttled around each guest with a silver plate, and the luthier in a tuxedo smiled and played blessing tunes.

Everything is so beautiful.

After eating, the two walked slowly holding hands.

There are still a few days until Christmas, so the streets are full of beautiful Christmas trees.

It was snowing one after another in the sky, Lin Qi stretched out his hand, trying to catch those little snowflakes.

Pieces of crystal fell on the warm palm, and soon turned into water droplets.

Seeing his childish behavior, the corners of Wang Lang's lips rose, and he held his hand even tighter.

There are shopping malls in the square in front of the city hall for activities, and the huge cedar is covered with small cards.

"Shall I make a wish?" A staff member came over and handed the card, "After writing it, hang it up. If you get drawn later, not only will your dream come true, but you will also get a gift!"

"No need." Wang Lang smiled at the little idiot beside him, "My dream has come true."

"What dream?" Lin Qi asked him with a smile and narrowed his eyes.

"This." Wang Lang suddenly pulled him into his arms, lowered his head and kissed him deeply.

The people around saw it, they were startled at first, but later they all turned into smiles of kindness.

Just love each other.

The lights on the Christmas tree are turning, and the host is talking loudly with a microphone, and the surrounding crowd is bustling, which is the most secular beauty.

Faint hymns came from the church in the distance, blessing all the kind people in the world.

It's cold, but the hands that hold each other are hot.

In my heart, too.