The whole world knows he has a crush on me

Qu Ning's breath brushed against the man's tiger's mouth, gently and shallowly, revealing a little gardenia fragrance.

"It hurts so much, Bo Jiu."

Bo Jiu let go subconsciously, and frowned: "I told you to provoke me, don't say such plausible things in the future, or I will get angry, you know?"

Qu Ning looked at him straight, and said: "You really hurt me, don't you believe me?" He raised his head slightly, and there was a red handprint on the chin.

Bo Jiu took a look, his brows couldn't be opened further: "No, why are you so crispy and tender..."

Qu Ning: "The doctor said that I was born with a more sensitive nerve for pain."

Bo Jiu: "..."

Bo Jiu: "In the future, you must tell me about important matters related to your body as soon as possible. Do you hear me?"

Qu Ning smiled: "Okay, let's go, the show will be closed if you don't go for a while."

Bo Jiu glanced at him again, twisted his fingers, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

The red handprints are really conspicuous on the white skin... "Wait a minute."

Qu Ning: "Huh?"

Bo Jiu walked over to open the refrigerator in three or two steps, and took a bottle of cold beer: "Here, apply ice."

Qu Ning took it, "Then will you pinch me next time?"

Bo Jiu: "The face has become more fleshy these days, and it feels good in the hand. I will lighten it next time."

Qu Ning: "..."

Qu Ning: "Then I won't tell you those words in the future, don't pinch me."

Bo Jiu was serious: "I'll think about it."

As he said that, he helped Qu Ning open the car door: "Let's go, little gentleman, you are so delicate, you can't talk, you can't move."

Qu Ning chuckled.

The sound of Bo Jiu, the sound of the car door, the sound of the engine starting, the number of the car on the road, everything, broke into the ear like a sharp drum.

Qu Ning finally understood the reason why the doctor said that he should not use this hearing aid unless it is absolutely necessary.

Because it is very uncomfortable.

Obviously the condition of the ear is not optimistic, this thing can be used for a while, but the process of using it is accelerating the speed of the disease.

He turned his head and glanced at Bo Jiu.

The perfect hero for his adolescence.

Regardless of his rough departure back then, it slowly seemed to be helping him with some psychological treatment.

Now I'm jealous because he has a good conversation with his friends who are also artists, so I foolishly invite him to a seemingly high-end concert, wanting to get closer to his art world and have a common topic with him.

From the time they met to the present, Bo Jiu's bottom line has lowered again and again for him, almost to the point of closing his eyes and pampering him.

The ambiguity back then didn't seem to be wiped out with time, it was just as Qu Ning guessed—the kindling under the carbon ash was really slowly recovering.

Maybe Bo Jiu didn't notice it himself, but admiring and pitying a man is the beginning of sinking.

While waiting for the red light, Qu Ning suddenly said, "Let's meet Auntie another day, and there's no need to delay until the end of the year."

Bo Jiu almost stepped on the gas pedal as a brake, barely calmed down before asking: "So suddenly?"

Qu Ning: "It's not sudden at all. We've known each other for a while. When it's winter, the weather will be cold and people will be lazy, so they won't have the motivation to do things."

In winter, when the winter snow comes, Bo Jiu's big heating stove will make him more and more addicted. In the past, he guessed that something would not have a good result.

Now just by opening your eyes, you can see through their terrible future at a glance. This is a fact, not just imagination.

Qu Ning was sober, he didn't want Bo Jiu to step into a void.

Bo Jiu didn't speak for a while, and the number of the car at the back began to urge him, only then did he realize that he hadn't started the car yet.

After restarting, he finally said, "We'll talk about this at a later time. If I had known that your situation was not serious, I would not have set this deadline for you in the first place."

Qu Ning: "But there must be a deadline."

Bo Jiu spoke almost non-stop: "Then I will set it to 100 years."

"Is it enough? In 100 years, when we are gray-haired and you can't walk and I can't walk, I will buy us a tomb. At that time, I will tell you: 'Qu Ning, our contract is up. But you lied to me that I don't know something, so you have to renew the contract to pay my debts in the next life', do you think this will work?"

Qu Ning didn't say anything.

He didn't know what to say, but if a heartbeat could talk, he'd be a big babbler with a trumpet on by now.

Facing such Bo Jiu, Qu Ning had no choice but to be defeated.

The two entered the concert venue in silence, and the international orchestra was about to start playing. The first opening classic was "One Step Away".

Their seats were in the most appropriate place, neither far nor near, just enough to see clearly the intoxicated expressions of the artists on the stage who were getting ready.

Thinking of how the name and the relationship between them are so relevant, Qu Ning couldn't help but tilt his head slightly to get closer to the side, and Bo Jiu turned sideways.

"What's wrong."

Qu Ning shook his head, the venue suddenly fell into darkness, a beam of light was switched on, and the melodious sound of the violin rang out.

When it cuts in, it is high, and then it is lingering. The piano, organ, and cello complement each other, like the title of the song, one step away, but it stops abruptly at the climax.

Looking forward to it, tossing and turning.

It's like what you can't ask for, the twilight is sinking, and you hesitate and shrink back.

It is an ambiguous lover who lingers and forgets to return, but always stays one step away.

I played many more later, but the first song is always in my mind.

The high-standard sound quality of the concert hall made it less uncomfortable for the ears. Perhaps it was Qu Ning's psychological effect. He was glad that he could still sit here and enjoy a beautiful music performance with Bo Jiu.

Thinking of Bo Jiu's 100 years again, maybe it sounded a little too much, and an uncontrollable sadness surged up again.

What a beautiful imagination, summing up his life so romantically, bypassing his sadness, and even death has become something to look forward to.

The conductor waved vigorously on the stage, and Qu Ning watched and listened until the end.

Everyone stood up and applauded, Qu Ning said to Bo Jiu amidst the noise, "You wait for me at the exit."

After speaking, he got up and left the table, and walked quickly towards the bathroom.

The reunion after a long absence is really like a dream that makes people sink, but his ears ring the alarm for him again.

Bo Jiu subconsciously followed two steps, missed a step and was separated by the crowd who came out slowly.

This feeling of losing a person in the vast crowd makes people panic for no reason.

He restrained himself, walked out of the concert hall, and lit a cigarette outside the door, thinking that if Qu Ning hadn't come out after the cigarette was burned, he would go in and look for it.

Behind countless walls, Qu Ning opened the door of the innermost compartment.

In an elegant place like the concert hall, even this private place is lit with expensive incense, the floor is smooth and visible, and elegant classical music notes are engraved on the door.

Qu Ning took a quick breath and shut himself in a small dark corner.

He pressed the musical talisman with one hand, and pressed his hand hard on his forehead to cover his eyebrows and eyes. He took a few breaths, and his Adam's apple suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

In a dark corner that no one can see, the young man bit his lip, his knuckles were so white that they were almost stuck in the groove of the symbol, he rushed over with a tsunami of emotions like a drowning person, carried one tide, and the next Seconds flocked again.

He is too greedy.

He is so selfish.

What was he thinking about?

Do you want to tell Bo Jiu everything, and let an innocent person accompany you to spend the rest of your life in pain?

Qu Ning thought that he could hold back very well, and pretended to be a normal person to talk and laugh happily.

But he really wanted to tell Bo Jiu loudly that he was damned uncomfortable listening to a concert, he was half deaf, and he didn't even want to hear a whistle in the past seven years.

But this time, Bo Jiu was by his side.

He doesn't want to wear hearing aids, one is already very uncomfortable, and he can listen to others if he can hear clearly, but it's fine if he can't hear clearly, but he compromised, and since he returned to China, he has had two.

Or because Bo Jiu was by my side.

In the past countless years without reunion, he tried his best to record Bo Jiu's appearance to prove that he had met him before. He took his painting album and traveled to various European countries. Wherever he sat, he would draw another figure next to him. .

Richard accidentally saw it and thought he was suffering from severe paranoia again.

Qu Ning took two breaths of collapse, too urgent, and forced him to squat down slowly, his face was pale and his eyes were red and he coughed continuously.

"One Step Away", if you dance wrong, you can start over, what about life?

When he thought he was finally able to leave that family, he was so happy, he was like a happy bird, he wanted to find Bo Jiu immediately and tell him "I'm free!".

But he didn't even fly out of the house in the end.

The accident came suddenly, stepped out of a quagmire, and fell into another abyss. It was really a moment of despair and collapse, just like this moment.

The beauty is close in front of his eyes, but he can't reach it.

The better Bo Jiu treats him and the more beautiful his words are, the more cruel it is to let Qu Ning know the truth after these things.

He always reminded himself that this is a contract, but Bo Jiu told him that the contract period is 100 years.

100 years...hahaha 100 years.

Qu Ning squatted down, his knuckles tensed trying to grab something, but he accidentally pressed the lock of the compartment.

A hand stretched out to support him, but in the trance vision, it was not a familiar person.

It was the violin player on stage just now, a 40-year-old middle-aged man with Italian words embroidered on his clothes.

Qu Ning took two deep breaths, and tried to calm down in a hoarse voice: "...Thank you."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and watched Qu Ning stand up straight.

[I just heard a voice inside, are you sick?Is it a heart attack?Our orchestra has a group doctor]

Qu Ning's eyes widened in an instant, and a drop of water slipped down the end of his eyes uncontrollably. After a few seconds, he raised his hand awkwardly and skillfully.

[No, I'm fine, thank you, your music is very nice]

【Music is what makes people happy and enjoyable】

Qu Ning: [Yes, I know, I'm sorry, but I'm really sad today]

The violinist shook his head, showing pity: 【Why do you know sign language? 】

Qu Ning exhaled, and moved his fingers slowly: [As you think, I can't hear you]

The face of the violinist instantly became astonished, followed by disbelief.

[Can't you hear?Coming to a concert? ? 】

【right.But I am not alone, I have a partner, he does not know my situation]

The words have ended.

The violinist didn't ask any more questions, he pointed to the nearby pool for Qu Ning, motioning for him to go and wash his face.

With Bo Jiu, Qu Ning didn't even dare to be sad for too long. He walked over, brushed two handfuls of water with his hand, and raised his head again. His face was pale and his neck was weak. In such a mirror that looked like a sick ghost, In the process, he saw the person who should have been waiting outside the door.

Bo Jiu's eyes were a little confused, but also a little indescribably anxious and urgent.

He asked, "Qu Ning, why do you know sign language?"

Of course the violinist’s ears are fine, and he can understand some Chinese. In this scene where he didn’t know how to answer, he decided to help this poor young man who lied to his partner.

He signs to Qu Ning in a sign language that Bo Jiu can't understand.

Qu Ning's mind was completely confused, he subconsciously translated mechanically: "We met by chance, I will learn from him."

Bo Jiu stepped forward step by step, Qu Ning looked into his eyes through the mirror, and couldn't imagine Bo Jiu's expression when he knew the truth.

"Learn what? Learn sign language?" The man asked flatly.

Qu Ning glanced to the side, and the dumb violinist was moving gently.

Qu Ning turned around and said, "Appreciating art with you makes me excited. I shared it with him, and this gentleman taught me a movement."

He moved his fingers slightly and translated with his mouth.

【Every time spent with you makes me so happy that I don’t know why】

"My hypocrisy is old, because I am too happy, so I am too sad." Qu Ning glanced at the middle-aged man who walked out silently, and then shook his voice to the voice in front of him: "Can I be sad? Is it true today? I can't bear it anymore, and I will work hard to treat it in the future."

Bo Jiu took a deep look at Qu Ning, he threw the burnt cigarette butt into the trash can, and opened his hands.

"Come here, little snail."

"I'll count to three."

"three two--"

Qu Ning's hands were trembling imperceptibly, he tentatively took a step forward, walked quickly a few times, and bumped into Bo Jiu's arms.

"...You've been wrong since I suggested this event, but you won't resist. Whatever I say is what I say. Next time we won't listen to the concert. Next time you will teach me how to draw," Bo Jiu hugged him hard The artist whispered: "OK? Don't be sad, I can't see you like this."

"You don't want to learn other people's sign language, I always feel uncomfortable watching it."

"I'm really... I can't do anything with you, just treat me a little bit, and try to be happy for me. I will definitely pull you out of this muddy pit... OK, Qu Ning?"

The author has something to say:

There is a sentence in this chapter that quotes a line from "Scent of a Woman" - you can start over if you dance wrong, but what about life?

"One Step Away" is an episode of "Smell the Fragrance", and it is also a beautiful art, but everyone must not be ky, you can listen to it if you are interested, and just read the text if you are not interested, I love you.

It’s a bit of a knife today, I encourage everyone to cry enthusiastically, I will send red envelopes to everyone in the comment area (eating hand hands