wife is too sweet

The mothballs had to be taken out, Zheng Xi couldn't bear it.

Thinking of this, Zheng Xi stood up——a brief shadow appeared in front of him, Yu Yang's heart beat faster, and he subconsciously stood aside, when he suddenly heard a "squeak", the door seemed to open, and then something "squeaked" There was a loud noise, like a bomb hitting the opposite side, and then rolled in the corridor without stopping.

Kick the mothballs away with one kick, comfortable.

Zheng Qi sat back to his original place and took a deep breath. Although there was still some residue in the air, at least it was better than before.

"Is there a hair dryer?"

Yu Yang asked.

Zheng Qi almost doesn't use a hair dryer when working outside, usually just wipe it twice, "No."

"Ah-choo—" Yu Yang covered his nose.

Is it because the temperature of the air conditioner is too low? Zheng Qi found out the remote control. It is 26 degrees, which is still normal. "Let me wipe it for you."

Yu Yang wanted to say no, and he would finish it in a while, but Zheng Qi had already taken the towel, held the back of his head, wiped it with the other hand, and motioned him to sit by the bay window, which would be more comfortable.

Yu Yang sat down. His short hair was slightly longer than Zheng Xi's, with more volume, and it was not so fast to dry. I wondered if Zheng Xi had no experience in wiping people's hair. The towel was rolled up horizontally, and Yu Yang felt that the towel was It flew around his neck, making him uncomfortable.

Yu Yang propped his hands on the sill of the bay window, with a miserable expression - he looked at Zheng Qi very depressed.

Zheng Qi's eyes flickered, and he withdrew his hand uncomfortably, folding the towel.

Yu Yang felt that it would be better not to wipe it, and his mood was even more depressed after wiping - the hairstyle must not be handsome, the hair is thick, ah!So annoying.

Seeing that he was a little unhappy, Zheng Xi's hand fell down and ran through Yu Yang's short hair. The hair was not completely dried, it was soft, and the tip of the hair was slightly cool, scratching his palm.

He saw Yu Yang's hair twirling, and looking down, it was Yu Yang's fair neck, with a black T-shirt matching his complexion. Yu Yang was very thin, and there was an obvious collarbone fossa on his shoulder and neck when he sat up.

Zheng Qi was slightly in a trance, frowned, his inner eyes came out, and he couldn't help lowering his head.

"Ah Choo—" Yu Yang's shoulders shook accordingly, and Zheng Qi came back to his senses.

Yu Yang pulled out a few tissues to wipe his nose, as if he had a cold, and asked Zheng Qi to stay away from him so as not to infect him.

Zheng Qi leaned against the wall next to him, lost his mind for a while, then turned his face: "Aren't you sleepy?"

why do not you sleep.

"I'm not sleepy," Yu Yang slept all the way on the plane, the bus was rickety, and he caught up on sleep, just to see Zheng Qi: "Didn't you just agree that I want to play the guitar."

There are too many wishes in adolescence that have not been fulfilled, and now we have to practice one by one to satisfy them.

My God, why are you playing the guitar, why don't you go to sleep.

"Go get the violin."

Yu Yang urged him.

Zheng Xi stood there motionless, turned to look at Yu Yang, quite reluctantly.

Yu Yang raised his face and smiled, full of anticipation: "Hurry up! Husband——" Zheng Qi had no choice but to take out the guitar and sit beside Yu Yang.

Yu Yang has never seen this qin before, it is different from the one in Zheng Qi's house.

The nut is smooth, and it is a niche brand. Through the light, you can see the subtle marks on the panel. It can be seen that it is often played. Although it is not expensive, it has a kind of intimacy that can be carried with you.

Zheng Qi tuned very slowly today, every knob was adjusted once, Yu Yang was not in a hurry, just sat beside him and waited patiently.

The light in the bedroom is soft, and the cold light of the rainy day is reflected on the glass window. The two kinds of light are intertwined and scattered on the guitar. Yu Yang sees that the sound hole is dark, the color of old newspapers, the strings are rough, gently plucked, and the chords The sound was in the air—the next second, Zheng Qi suddenly pressed down on the strings: "I don't want to play."

After finishing speaking, his breathing was a little heavy, his eyes lightly fell on Yu Yang, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Yu Yang said: "You used to play it for others, but I never listened to it."

It's really...too much, being a peacock at school, and not sharing your talent even after getting married.

Zheng Qi had a forced business expression on his face, and finally asked: "What do you want to hear."

""Those Flowers", "You at the Same Table", "Blue Lotus"..." Then, Yu Yang mentioned a bunch of classic songs, and said: "The prelude to Mayday's "Gentleness" is super nice, if you can play and sing, it will be even better. alright."

Zheng Qi held the piano pillow: "You have a concert."

"Why are you so fierce?"

Zheng Qi closed his eyes and said, "If your throat hurts, just flick."

Fingerstyle fingerstyle, Yu Yang hugged his knees, and sat down by the window, so that Zheng Qi would not have enough space to play later.

Before the official playing, Zheng Qi had a sound test. He crawled along the grid with his fingers to find the feel. He collected himself, pressed down on the strings, and the sound suddenly disappeared. Soon, a crisp and smooth sound rang in the air.

Yu Yang's attention is all on Zheng Qi's left hand, which is flexible, and the chord changes are accurate and steady. Sometimes it is pressed horizontally, and sometimes it slides downward. , and then expand the finger.

That sound, accompanied by the palm hitting the piano box, slammed into the heart, as did the right hand, the fingertips moved so fast that the ears couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

Strum the strings, slap the piano box, 'boom-boom-boom', quickly change chords with the left hand.

Fingers wander, kneading and pressing are never labor-saving, and when they are lifted, they are full of lightness. The two hands compete with each other between the frets. The left hand teases and quickly retreats. Fingers spread.

Under the double impact of vision and hearing, Yu Yang felt that what Zheng Qi was playing was not the strings of the piano, but his heartstrings, 'Boom—', the resonant sound came, like a hurricane sweeping the beach.

The beating sound continued, his heart sank, and he was drowning in the strumming one after another. Is there thunder outside the window? Why is there a rumbling sound and there is still light? Yu Yang turned his head to look at the window, as if it was lightning.

It was also at this time that the sense of rhythm of the competition was fading away, and it was replaced by a sound that was too soft and crisp. When he closed his eyes, Yu Yang could imagine that Zheng Qi's fingertips were rubbing against the strings, the thickest that one.

Renqin and Yi, Zheng Qi didn't even open his voice, his arms and body seemed to be integrated with the rhythm, his arms were strong, and there was a suffocating tenderness when he hugged the piano, his fingertips... jumped on the strings, this song The tune was so familiar, I couldn't say it for a while, but the rhythm came up, accompanied by a slight rubbing sound of the fingertips, like the sound breaking through the beach, the slide, and sank in an instant, 'Boom—boom, boom, boom', the scalp was a little numb.

What's terrible is that Zheng Qi suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were full of emotions, his eyes were free and tender, as if he didn't care, but also as if he was secretly looking at you, he closed his eyes slightly, his temples seemed to be pulled with the sound of strings, and then opened again Eyes, fixedly looking at Yu Yang, raised his chin slightly, bit his lip, arrogant and intoxicated, Yu Yang met his gaze and felt that he was almost drowned.

Frames of light and shadows appeared in my mind, and I remembered the years when I was in the same class as Zheng Xi. The two of them hardly spoke unless they were on duty. Sitting on the table, dangling his legs, drinking Coke with his head up.

Is Coke delicious? Why is Coke no matter it’s sunny or raining!Always!Always be able to kiss Zheng Qi unconditionally.

The light is very soft and a bit dark, Zheng Qi plays with muscle memory, the sound of the strings is still going on, why every time he looks at Yu Yang, Yu Yang has to quietly dodge.

Zheng Qi was curious about Yu Yang—at least he was different from the people he knew before. He didn't get close to him, and even kept a little distance on purpose. Xi Jiu couldn't forget it, and remembered some words he often heard when he was a student.

——Zheng Qi, you are so handsome!

——Zheng Qi, you are so rich!

——Zheng Qi, you are so indifferent!

Yu Yang wouldn’t say that, he would say, ‘Why are you a jerk’, ‘What’s wrong with being rich, can’t I seize the opportunity to make money when I’m rich, a pig’, ‘You’re a locomotive’, ‘You ignore me , I just play by myself, I am happy', 'Do you have something delicious, give me a bite too', 'Please don't be sentimental, I don't like you very much, just...it's okay'.

I really like it, otherwise why would Zheng Qi feel a magnetic net.

This kind of liking makes Zheng Qi feel an unprecedented freedom, like an explorer breathing oxygen, living on the earth must abide by Newton's three laws, please gallop as much as you like - please fly as much as you want - please fall as much as you want, the center of the earth is right there here.

You can't run away, don't try to run away.

Love makes people grow a certain kind of self-confidence, because of Yu Yang's existence, Zheng Xi feels that Yu Yang simply likes him, not everything [Zheng Qi] is attached to this person, such as the momentum of the backward family, such as Because the attention brought by appearance is pure and introverted people like him. They all have some kind of shell to protect themselves, look up at the universe, and peep into the world.

【Zheng Qi, what do you want to become】

【——I want to become a crab】

【Then I will not be a crab anymore, I will become an astronaut and go to space to see my meteorite】

Time has a shape, a smell, and a sound. Zheng Qi's wrist is a little heavy, accompanied by dyspnea, and his fingertips seem to be unable to lift up, and he doesn't want to play it. It's like playing a second less, I'm sorry for him, just keep going... There is a portamento, the fingers are not pressed properly, the chord is switched, the ghost knows what the right hand is playing, and the muscle memory announces a strike-the right hand accidentally touches the strings, the fingers Hitting the piano case, the sound hole made a messy sound.

Yu Yang opened his eyes, and suddenly felt that the sound of the guitar suddenly disappeared. Someone stretched out his hand, grabbed his neck, and with a little force, brought his whole body over. With a bang, his elbow hit the piano box and replaced It was a muffled bump, the sense of touch arrived one step faster than the sense of pain, and Zheng Xi's kiss fell down, gentler than a hurricane, but also stronger - the breath was hot and full of possessiveness.

With his arms hanging around his neck, Yu Yang opened his mouth instinctively, Zheng Xi broke in, almost chased him for a kiss, sucked for a moment, let go, and entangled again, Yu Yang touched the back of his neck, there was a thin Sweaty, responded to his kiss.

There was a guitar between them, Zheng Qi didn't want to let go, and couldn't take the time to take the guitar away. The other hand passed through the neck of the guitar and stroked Yu Yang's waist. Yu Yang visibly shuddered and sucked Breathing out, the abdomen retracted and stretched in, Yu Yang hugged his neck tightly.

This kind of hug didn't seem to satisfy Zheng Qi, his breath wandered and drifted to Yu Yang's neck, Yu Yang first hid for a while, then quickly turned his head, revealing his fair neck, and indulged him in kissing.

Zheng Qi picked up Yu Yang, put him on the bed together with the piano, and at last he felt that the guitar was in the way, so he pushed the guitar up the sheet and squeezed it onto the pillow. Yu Yang only slept in half of the bed, Both legs dangled over the edge of the bed.

The two people's breathing collided, Zheng Qi propped himself on the bed with one hand, put his arms around Yu Yang's waist, and brought him up a little bit, the guitar hit the wooden head of the bed, making a slight impact sound, "Guitar..." Yu Yang Reach out to save it.

Zheng Qi stopped his hand, "It's not broken."

As he said that, he touched the wall while kissing Yu Yang, and with a 'pop', the light was turned off.