living in the pocket of a nemesis

Ye Tang froze in place, and before he could explain anything to Sheng Jia, he looked at Fu Linfeng's quiet side face: "You...what did you say?"

In order not to give Fu Linfeng a chance to repent, he continued without waiting for the other party to speak, "Promise again!"

While waiting for the red light, Fu Linfeng stopped the car smoothly, still not looking at him: "It's fine if you don't hear clearly."

"No, no, I heard it!" After confirming the fact, Ye Tang jumped up from the seat, and was pushed back by Fu Linfeng's hand.

The excitement of hearing the news completely overwhelmed some of the previous awkwardness. He simply climbed up Fu Linfeng's palm and slipped onto the other's shoulder, regardless of the fact that the two had had a round of quarrel within 24 hours, pulling Fu Linfeng His shoulders dangled on it: "You promised!"

Fu Linfeng glanced at the rearview mirror. A little man the size of a palm was lying on his shoulder and rejoicing. He couldn't tell that he was still angrily trying to throw the watch on him last night.

This kind of temper that comes out as soon as he thinks about it, and the expression that has everything written on his face have indeed not changed much.

He couldn't help stretching out his palm, wrapping the opponent completely, and then let him writhe in his hand.

Ye Tang's soft and delicate padded clothes were pressed against his palm, which seemed to be higher than his body temperature at the moment.But because the current stature gap is too big, no matter how much he thumps, he can't break free.

But Ye Tang didn't yell at him as an old dog like before, telling him to let go, probably because he felt that since the other party agreed, he would condescend and endure it.

But Fu Linfeng didn't hold him for long.

"Yeah. I promise you." Fu Linfeng pulled Ye Tang off his shoulders, pressed it back to the co-pilot, and restarted the car himself. He stared ahead and said, "Go tell your friend."

This is officially agreed.

"it is good!"

Ye Tang couldn't believe it, but nodded sharply.

At this moment, he finally thought of Sheng Jia who was left aside.

After all, maybe I haven't contacted him for many years. Sheng Jia is not as familiar with Fu Linfeng's voice as Ye Tang, so he just asked him in doubt: "There is someone next to you, are you busy now? Otherwise, I will call you later?"

"No need!" Ye Tang leaned on the phone and said into the receiver, "Didn't you just ask about the livehouse?"

"Yeah, it's okay, I'll find someone myself, no need..."

"I promise!" Ye Tang raised his voice and said to the other end.

"Huh?" Sheng Jia became excited now, "Really?! It's true, Ye Tang! I knew you could help me!"

He was still immersed in the joy of finally being saved: "How can I thank you?"

"Wait for me to finish," Ye Tang coughed, and glanced at the person who was driving, "I really can't come, but I just agreed with Fu Linfeng, he will help you for me."

"Oh oh okay, thank you brother... Oh no, wait, who?!" Sheng Jia sat up in shock as she was dying.

"Fu, Fu Linfeng." Ye Tang didn't know why, but when asked by the other party, his tongue got stuck.

"Wow, shit..." Sheng Jia didn't feel much better, he took a breath of air on the other end of the phone, he really didn't expect this direction, the key is... Ye Tang said it himself?Didn't they break up again the day they returned to China? !

Probably because this answer was too exciting, Sheng Jia repeated: "Fu..."

"Fu Linfeng, Fu Linfeng, Fu Linfeng—!" Ye Tang gritted his teeth and repeated three times, "It's that Fu Linfeng!"

"Oh..." His friend made an unintelligible voice.

Like a sudden realization, but also like booing.

"Thank him for me first!" Sheng Jia, who was saved, rubbed his hands excitedly, "Well, I don't ask you to come to the rehearsal, after all, you two are at your level, and we will record a demo for you later, as long as he It's fine if you can catch up with him—but how can Fu Linfeng not be able to catch up with you! He's really good at just playing a few notes indiscriminately!"

That's Fu Linfeng!

We such a small underground rock He Dehe Neng!

Sheng Jia couldn't hold back and said a few more words. Fortunately, he remembered that Fu Linfeng had nothing to do with this business now, but even if he hadn't touched the piano these years, the difficult harmony of his own band was completely out of his league for him. Question, but I stopped immediately: "In short, thank you so much! That's it, I won't bother you guys, goodbye!"

"Wait—" Ye Tang wanted to say something, but Sheng Jia hung up the phone quickly, as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word.

Listening to the busy tone from the phone, Ye Tang lowered his head, his face was a little flustered, and he hung up the phone silently.

Fu Linfeng was still driving, and it was off-duty time, so even for a short distance, he could only stop and go because of the heavy traffic.

Only then did Ye Tang recover from the excitement that he had agreed to, and looked up at him.

"Fu Linfeng," Ye Tang called his name.In fact, he suddenly wanted to ask a lot of questions at this moment, but the only thing he blurted out in the end was, "Then...do you want to go to my house to practice the piano?"

He keenly saw some subtle changes in Fu Linfeng's expression.

The piano at Ye Tang's house is a handmade piano that An Qiao bought after traveling abroad many times. The sound quality and workmanship are top-notch. Even though Ye Tang has hardly been home these years, he still tunes it regularly and maintains it very well. Perfect.

Such a perfect piano, Ye Tang recalled that the first time he played to Fu Linfeng was the simplest traditional nursery rhyme, London Bridge is about to collapse.

The brief unhappiness in the parking lot just now could not be traced on his face, and after hearing what Ye Tang said, his mood fluctuated, and he quickly returned to normal.

His face shuttled in the flowing light and shadow, and Ye Tang suddenly thought of what Sheng Jia said on the phone just now.

——Fu Linfeng can play a few notes indiscriminately!

Indeed, he thought.

But in his long and boring childhood music career, Fu Linfeng was not just like that.

At that time, he always thought that Fu Linfeng's expressionless face meant that he was unhappy, but he didn't want anything he gave him.

Later, when such a thing happened again, Ye Tang approached it with a smile and said, "If you're not happy, I'll play "London Bridge Is Falling Down" for you."

He has played only a basic melody with one hand with his right hand, added pedal harmony to make it more pleasant, and played many versions of the simplest nursery rhymes.

Although he didn't know whether Fu Linfeng liked the piece or not, he always felt that every time he finished playing it, the expression on the other side was different from before.

"No need." Fu Linfeng said in a low voice, "Send me the score and go to my house."

"……Hey?"

Later, on the way back, the two of them didn't mention this matter again. After Ye Tang finished eating the chocolate, he crumpled the tinfoil into a small ball and played with it.

Fu Linfeng turned to look at him while driving, but didn't speak.

As a result, Ye Tang was having a great time playing alone on the seat, he finally couldn't help but yelled, "Ye Tang."

"what?"

"When Sansan was playing with napkin balls, it was almost the same as you are now."

"..." Ye Tang was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that Fu Linfeng was comparing him to a cat, and instantly became dissatisfied, "I am fundamentally different from that stupid cat in your family, please—"

After talking halfway, remembering that he still needs Fu Linfeng's help, Ye Tang, who felt that he should be more polite, forcibly changed his tone: "... Please observe your cat carefully next time."

Holding the steering wheel, Fu Linfeng turned a corner and drove towards the parking lot: "Okay, got it."

The relationship was much better than before going out, even Sansan felt a little change in the atmosphere between the two of them when they opened the door and entered the room.

The specific manifestation was that Fu Linfeng didn't open a tuna-flavored can for himself on time today.

Despite being awkward, Ye Tang wrinkled his nose and took the pajamas that Fu Linfeng got from somewhere, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Fortunately, although the Barbie Princess series gift package also has bathroom facilities, the designer must have never thought that there will be silly children who will really soak their Barbie dolls in water to bathe them, so the size and water storage are very disproportionate ——That's why Ye Tang was able to stop using the pink-eyed princess bathtubs and continue to use the unpretentious frigidity basins.

But when he went in, his eyes were still dark.

While Barbie's tub size isn't right for him, tub toys are fine.

"Fu Linfeng!"

Ye Tang grabbed the door of the bathroom, raised his head and yelled at the other party, without realizing that he had a tone of indignation: "Throw away the things inside you!"

At this time, Fu Linfeng also just came out of the bathroom in his room, only a bath towel was wrapped around his waist, his hair was still wet, water drops fell from the ends of his hair, and slid to his neck, and some fell directly on his abdominal muscles, and then sank into his neck. In plain white towels.

But Ye Tang became smaller, and this scene suddenly appeared in front of him with a more shocking impact.

"..." Ye Tang stood at the door of the bathroom and looked up. He was as tall as Fu Linfeng's heels.

"Why don't you wear clothes?!" Ye Tang had already learned the skill of preemptive attack within a few days.

Why doesn't he keep his masculinity!

Fu Linfeng is also a little innocent: "This is my home, and... you are not in a hurry to call me?"

It seems to be the same thing.

But it doesn't matter, Ye Tang ignored Fu Linfeng's question in the second half of the sentence, pointing to the teacher in his own bathroom and asking, "Why did you put this in!"

Following his fingers to look over, in the basin filled with hot water, there are quite a few cute gadgets floating - such as a few little yellow ducks floating on the surface of the water, bobbing and falling with the ripples.

"Oh." There was no sign of remorse in Fu Linfeng's tone, but he pretended to ask, "You don't like it?"

Is it a matter of liking it or not? !

This is--

"If you don't like it, I'll change the brand for you next time." Before he could figure out what it was, Fu Linfeng interrupted him lightly. Drops of water fell on his head.

Ye Tang shook his hair, shook off the water droplets that fell, and concluded that Fu Linfeng did it on purpose.

But the other party has closed the door for him - obviously as a well-bred young master - Ye Tang, who can also be called a princess for the time being, can't care about it, this is not good.

So he could only look at the little yellow duck silently staring at him and yelling at him on the water, and jumped into it indifferently.

Ye Tang had just finished taking a shower when he heard the sound of a long-lost piano.

He hesitated for a moment - Fu Linfeng doesn't seem to have a piano at home?

Ye Tang was too sensitive to the sound, and didn't care that his hair was wet, so he just put on his clothes and followed the sound.

The voice did come from Fu Linfeng's house.

Ye Tang had read the sheet music issued by Sheng Jia once, and he had a general melody in his mind, which was exactly in line with what he was playing now.

He didn't even bother to find his current favorite means of transportation, the scooter, and walked over barefoot.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and he finally knew where the sound of the piano was coming from—it was the study room that Fu Linfeng hadn't opened since he came to Fu Linfeng's house.

The closer they got, the slower Ye Tang walked.

The first few songs are pad sounds, so the keyboard line is just a foil, and the main theme cannot be heard.But not the last song, Ye Tang remembered, the intro of the last song was a keyboard solo, which was obviously more distinct than the previous few songs.

Sheng Jia's band is not particularly hard-core rock, the style is more pop Japanese, so the keyboard sounds more lively and lively.

And none of that is the point.

The carpet absorbs the sound of his tiny footsteps, keeping him undetected.Ye Tang looked up at the person sitting on the piano bench.

Because of the angle, Ye Tang could only see his profile now.Long but not curly eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and a neat and clean jaw line.

He is obviously wearing the simplest and most casual pajamas, and his hair is still steamy. Compared with him in the company during the day, he is a completely different person.

He put the score on the shelf, and Fu Linfeng glanced at it occasionally, while his fingers moved nimbly across the black and white keys.

Even if he is playing the simplest chords, it still can't hide the temperament around him.

It's like telling everyone that he was born for the piano.

Sheng Jiafa's score was indeed not difficult for Fu Linfeng. Ye Tang watched him practice it twice, and he could basically play it smoothly and completely, and he couldn't hear anything wrong.

Ye Tang seemed to be fixed in place by some spell, just looking at him like this, without moving, not even blinking.

After Fu Linfeng got acquainted with him, Ye Tang thought he would close the piano cover to finish, but he didn't expect that the other party was still sitting there, as if thinking.

This time, Ye Tang finally heard the familiar tune.

He was obviously still barefoot, his hair was wet, and his clothes were only draped around the door, but he still felt warm when he heard this melody.

Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. [-] in C minor, second movement.

Ye Tang just stood at the door of the room and looked at him. For a moment, he almost forgot that he had become smaller, and he didn't remember that the one playing the piano now was actually Fu Linfeng five years later.

Even though I haven't seen him for so many years, the current him is the one I am most familiar with.

Some people have said before that Fu Linfeng's movements and expressions are too restrained when playing, but the piano sound conveyed is completely different.

He plays very slowly, but very smoothly, he remembers every note, and every part is full of emotion.

He forgot how long he had stood at the door of Fu Linfeng's study, and he didn't even remember when the sound of the piano stopped.

After the sound of the piano stopped for a long time, when the other party stood up from the piano bench and walked towards him, Ye Tang suddenly woke up: "I... I saw you were playing the piano, so I didn't call you."

He had nothing to say and said, "It should go well, right? I'll watch you play it twice and you'll be done."

"Ah."

This time, Fu Linfeng just responded indifferently, and didn't say anything else.

"That……"

The current atmosphere is too weird, Ye Tang wanted to say more, but suddenly he was at a loss for words.

"I'll turn on the TV for you, or you want to play for a while, it doesn't matter." Fu Linfeng said as if he was not curious about his hesitation.

"it is good."

Just as Ye Tang wanted to walk back by himself, he saw the other party squatting down in front of him.

Fu Linfeng's black eyes appeared in front of him unexpectedly.

Before he could react, his feet, which had been standing without shoes for a long time and were almost numb, suddenly felt a burst of warmth.

Fu Linfeng didn't pick him up this time. He gently put him on the palm of his hand, letting himself step on his left hand, while rubbing Ye Tang's cold feet with the fingers of his right hand, he said helplessly: " I promised you, so don't rush over here."

Feeling the touch of the other party's body temperature, Ye Tang froze, and only said: "Oh."

For the next few days, Ye Tang lived like a second-generation ancestor who returned home and did nothing.

Fu Linfeng never heard Fu Linfeng play other than those few songs like that night again. Basically, he practiced one or two songs every day before going to bed, and after making sure that he would not make mistakes, he closed the piano cover and closed the study door .

When Ye Tang was in a good mood, he followed Fu Linfeng to work. If he could get up, he would get up, and if he couldn't get up, he would sleep back in his little bed. If Fu Linfeng didn't come back at noon, Lin Jie, a silent tool man, would come to deliver meals , as long as Ye Tang hides a little when he hears the doorbell, the other party will not find him, put his lunch on the dining table and leave quickly.

Lin Jie also didn't understand, he felt that Mr. Fu was a little abnormal these two days.

My boss has never had the habit of eating breakfast before, and now I have had breakfast for several days in a row and I still have to call myself by name, and sometimes I will ask myself to come to his house to deliver food at noon-it is not even appropriate to say that it is because of the weight Both were too small, not even enough for an adult's bite.

Unknowingly, the time Sheng Jia said soon came.

A few days ago, Sheng Jia sent a demo of the ensemble, and Fu Linfeng reconciled with him once. There was no problem at all, and the other party was relieved, and didn't say anything more, just waiting for him to come to the livehouse the next day.

"Do you want to go with me?" Fu Linfeng asked him before leaving the house that day.

"Ah?" Ye Tang blinked, "But your voice must be too loud on stage, I'm afraid my ears won't be able to bear it."

Even though he is smaller, he still cares about these issues.

"I asked Sheng Jia." Of course Fu Linfeng also thought about it, and said, "I took a look at the venue, and I will put you next to the backstage of the lounge. The bass guitar and drums are not there, so it shouldn't be too late. It will be too noisy."

"That's fine." Ye Tang also nodded and agreed, "Then let's go."

Fu Linfeng dressed very casually today. If he didn't have to wear a coat with Ye Tang, he would even wear the hooded baseball shirt in the closet.Not to mention Ye Tang, when Sheng Jia arrived at the scene, he was also taken aback.

It was still early, and the band members were still adjusting the equipment, so Ye Tang hid in Fu Linfeng's pocket, listening to him talk to Sheng Jia.

"You want the rest room? Yes, it's all arranged, and your seat is at the back. Didn't you say you want to keep a low profile? When the show starts, the lights won't be too bright, it's okay."

"Okay." Fu Linfeng responded very simply.

Tried the sound twice on the spot, even if it was just a temporary rescue, everyone in the band was full of praise for Fu Linfeng's reaction and ability.

Fu Linfeng chatted casually with them, and then went to the lounge that had been agreed upon.

He hung up his coat, but Ye Tang didn't come out. After observing for a while, he said to Fu Linfeng, "Is it going to start? You go there first and get to know them more. I'll just wait here for you."

After all, they were outside, and the two of them didn't communicate much, and it wasn't easy for him to keep talking to Fu Linfeng.

Before the final stage, Ye Tang saw Fu Linfeng half-closed the door of the lounge and walked towards the stage by himself.

The night fell quickly, and the number of people in the livehouse gradually increased.

Ye Tang was hiding in Fu Linfeng's pocket - from his current perspective, he could just see half of the stage, half of the audience, and the back of the keyboard player.

Because Fu Linfeng was afraid that someone would come in, he asked to stand in that position, which happened to block Ye Tang.

Ye Tang didn't come to such a place often, especially in China, and this was the first time he saw it.

He looked out of his pocket with some novelty, and heard that the lead singer had begun to interact with the audience. Some people who had watched Live before asked, "Why is the keyboard player different today?"

"Hush, the rescue soldiers temporarily." The lead singer made a gesture very mysteriously, "So cherish it, after all, the rescue soldiers only come once."

After a while of uproar, the performance officially began.

The first few songs did not have a keyboard cable, so Fu Linfeng just stood in an inconspicuous place on the stage, very quiet, and did not make any extra movements. He would not interact with the audience like the other musicians.

But soon, as the last few songs played, Ye Tang saw him move.

This is different from listening to him play the piano at home——

Ye Tang almost held his breath when he heard Fu Linfeng press the first keyboard.

Due to the angle of view, he couldn't see the complete stage and audience, but Fu Linfeng was complete in front of him.

He saw Fu Linfeng standing, and what was in front of him was not a piano, but he stretched out his hand casually, following the melody and harmony of several other instruments, and the recognizable voice of the lead singer came, intertwined, and merged into a natural and perfect a song.

Standing in front of him, Fu Linfeng was obviously dressed so casually that he couldn't even see the expression on his face clearly.

But for some reason, the present him overlaps with a scene in Ye Tang's mind many years ago.

In the small concert hall, the boy was standing on the stage in a white suit, and the spotlight fell on him alone.

His expression is silent and restrained, but the music flowing from his fingertips is full of emotion.

Behind the boy was applause that resounded in the hall, and everyone's faces were full of surprise and appreciation.

I hid not far from the backstage, and applauded him like thousands of people.

At that time, Ye Tang thought that Fu Linfeng was the best.

Even if he stands on the stage and plays the simplest "London Bridge is Falling Down", he can still hear the effect of Liszt with his own filter.

And now...

He could only see Fu Linfeng's fingers pressing the strings, and the noisy human voice in the distance seemed to be the foil.

But one thing has not changed.

He saw Fu Linfeng shining, no matter what kind of music it was.

All the applause and cheers should belong to him.

And this time he was still watching him from somewhere quiet, watching him get all the praise.

——The secret, excited, blood-boiling feeling still makes his heart beat like a drum.