Goldberg Variations

Seeing the corners of Pei Wen's lips curled up and pressed down forcibly, Gu Kai said helplessly, "Laugh if you want to. With your cooking skills, you can laugh at me."

Pei Wen couldn't help laughing: "At least you are better than Yu Shuangshuang."

"..." Gu Kai was silent for two seconds, not sure whether it was a compliment or a mockery.

Pei Wen, on the other hand, didn't realize that there was still suspicion of ridicule in this sentence, and said seriously: "I thought you knew everything."

After all, since the two reunited, Gu Kai's performance was indeed flawless, and he was always able to handle everything so properly, which created an illusion for Pei Wen that he was omnipotent.

"How is it possible?" Gu Kai said, "Besides mediocre cooking skills, there are many things I don't know how to do."

"for example?"

"For example, I found out that an orchid was sick this morning, and I don't know what happened."

This obviously involves Pei Wen's knowledge blind spot, and regretfully said: "I can't do anything about it."

Although he really hopes that he can also help Gu Kai, instead of always accepting Gu Kai's help unilaterally.

"It's okay, I've sent a message to the flower seller, and I'll know when he replies." Gu Kai didn't take this matter too seriously.

After breakfast, it began to rain again.

One autumn rain and one cold, the weather gradually becomes colder, and people's mood is often affected by weather changes.

On sunny days, Pei Wenneng felt a little better, but on cloudy and rainy days, his mood was even more depressed.

Therefore, Nordic countries with little sunshine and cold climate are often areas with high incidence of depression.

But today he didn't feel that way.

Today's condition is relatively good, Pei Wen thought with some gratitude, hoping that this condition can last for a longer period of time.

While Gu Kai was packing up the tableware, Pei Wen ran to the balcony to look at Gu Kai's flowers, searching for the sick orchid.

Among the pots of healthy flowers, the pot of sick flowers is very conspicuous, with yellow leaves and black spots, and the whole pot of flowers looks very listless.

The lazy Gu Kai finished washing the dishes in the dishwasher and put them in the cupboard. When he came out, he saw Pei Wen looking at flowers on the balcony.

"like?"

Gu Kai's voice suddenly came from behind, Pei Wen raised his face to look at him, nodded, and said with a smile: "It's pretty pretty."

"Which pot do you like, I will give it to you." Gu Kai said.

However, Pei Wen shook his head: "No need, I'm sure I can't raise them well. The flowers you took care of carefully will probably die in a short time when they arrive at my house."

"Some flowers are easy to feed." Gu Kai said, pointing to a pot of cactus next to it, "For example, that one."

Pei Wen still shook his head: "I raised a pot of cactus to death."

Gu Kai was taken aback: "How did you do it?"

"...too much water." Pei Wen said shamefully.

"..." Gu Kai fell into a suspicious silence, and after a while he replied, "Then I won't send you off, you can come and see if you want."

"I welcome you anytime."

Pei Wen chuckled and nodded, "I see."

The area of ​​the balcony is relatively spacious. Although it rained, only the area near the guardrail was wet by the rain, while the ground near the living room was dry.

Gu Kai pulled up a chair and sat down, looked at the city in the drizzle and said:

"In such weather, sitting on the balcony enjoying the flowers and rain is the most comfortable thing."

"Well, it's better to hug Bach again." Gu Kai looked back, "But he usually doesn't like others to disturb him when he sleeps."

Pei Wen also sat down beside Gu Kai: "When you're not working, do you sit here?"

"Not necessarily, occasionally I also play games, but my game playing skills..." Gu Kai fell into a strange silence again, and then changed the subject, "Or, playing the piano."

He chose a way of entertainment that was more in line with his beautiful image.

In the game, he is just a rookie who has landed in a box, so it is embarrassing not to say it.

"Do you want to hear it?" Gu Kai leaned his head back leisurely, looked at Pei Wen, "I'll play some Bach pieces for you."

Pei Wen smiled slightly, imitating Gu Kai's words from last night:

"my pleasure."

The piano room is also on the second floor, with a small area, and the overall decoration style is more retro. The floor is covered with thick carpets with gorgeous and complicated patterns to minimize possible noise.

The piano was placed not far from the window, an open score was lying there quietly, and the leather piano stool was big enough to sit two people.

On the wall in front of the piano, there is an oil painting of Bach's portrait.

On the right side of the portrait stands a wooden showcase, in which are various delicate ornaments.

There is also an easel in the lower left corner of the window, on which is an impressionist oil painting, imitating Monet's sunrise, and the strong color contrast is very eye-catching.

Beside the easel, a one-meter-tall araucaria is planted in a large round flower pot.

There is also a sofa nearby, which appears to be for the listener.

Gu Kai opened the curtains, and the light in the room suddenly brightened. He opened the window again, and a few wisps of damp autumn rain slanted in, but it was far away from the piano, so there was no need to worry about getting the piano wet.

"Sit." Gu Kai pointed to the sofa, "What do you want to hear?"

"You can play whatever you like." Pei Wen, who knew little about Bach, said.

Gu Kai flipped through the sheet music: "...then play one of my favorite pieces recently."

The man closed his eyes and brewed for a while, and then began to play after a while.

When his slender fingertips fell, a soft and beautiful note came out.

Pei Wen's attention was attracted unconsciously.

The performance continued smoothly, and each sound was bright and mellow, as pleasant as the sound of pearls colliding, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, just like a person's mood.

Even Pei Wen, who doesn't know much about music, can hear some specious emotions from Gu Kai's performance. Obviously, Gu Kai played this piece with emotion.

Pei Wen sat on the sofa, relaxed his body rarely, let his back lean on the sofa, and even took a pillow in his arms, watching Gu Kai from the side and back.

The sound of the rain outside the window was getting louder, crackling on the glass window, and the water droplets flowed down the bright window, converging into a thin stream, meandering to the window sill, and then disappearing.

The autumn wind poured in through the gaps in the windows, blowing the leaves of the araucaria, making a slight rustling sound, and the slender branches of the araucaria swayed slightly.

These sounds are all integrated with the piano sound from Gu Kai's fingertips, becoming a part of nature.

The quiet and lonely music sounded as if he was the only one left in the world, but it didn't make people feel scared, but felt a certain kind of peace and comfort.

Pei Wen couldn't help but observe Gu Kai's hands.

Those are a pair of hands that can play the piano, draw pictures, and grow flowers, but can't fry eggs or play games. They are not very white, but slender and powerful.

The fingers skillfully shuttle and fly quickly between the black and white keys, and the notes played seem to have magical power.

"What's the name of this song?" In the silence, Pei Wen suddenly asked.

Gu Kai didn't look back, but raised his face slightly, looked at the oil painting on the wall, and said:

"Goldberg Variations."

The author has something to say: It is recommended to read this chapter with this song hhhh, I listened to the Lang Lang version