living in the pocket of a nemesis

After buying this small kitchen, Ye Tang really lived a more fulfilling life in the next few days.

Although he can't practice the piano for the time being, he doesn't feel bored anymore, and he doesn't go to work with Fu Linfeng anymore. Listen to the music for a while, if you really have any inspiration, you can use the small keyboard to play an outline first, or ride a scooter to touch the piano and jump a few times. When you are tired of playing and reading, you can officially come to his materials Prepare lunch in the well-equipped kitchenette——

Of course, it was said to prepare lunch, but all the basic ingredients were prepared by Fu Linfeng the day before or in the morning and placed in the miniature refrigerator that he could get.

Because the ratio and ingredients are ready-made, he doesn't need to worry about misplacing them anymore, and the finished product tastes much better than he imagined.

This sense of accomplishment made him persist for a week, and Lin Jie no longer had to come over to deliver meals at noon. Ye Tang was deeply proud of his cooking skills, and even showed off when he called An Qiao from time to time.

An Qiao couldn't believe it on the other end of the phone: "Tang Tang is so good? Mom is a little busy with recording programs recently, and you live on the other side with your dad, as long as you can take care of yourself."

Ye Tang almost blurted out the fact that he was no longer living at home.

Of course, Ye Tang's life is full, and Fu Linfeng's life can be called full and full.

I didn't buy any more princess beds, anyway, Ye Tang didn't take up any space, so I really slept on Fu Linfeng's bed, a small corner with clear distinctions.

That night, Ye Tang even had a whim, trying to march in the direction of baking, but was finally suppressed by Fu Linfeng unbearably.

"I know how to steam, fry and fry! It's time to try the oven!" Ye Tang argued, "Do you think there is a miniature oven?"

"No." This time Fu Linfeng said very firmly, "There will be no such thing."

"Oh..." Ye Tang sighed regretfully, "What a pity."

"It's nothing to be sorry about." Fu Linfeng was still helping him wash the dishes, those small dishes were soaked in the sink, and they could be scooped up with a single slap.

"But I searched for some recipes, and some of them are quite simple." Ye Tang worked tirelessly.

"You still search for recipes..." Boss Fu, who has always been eloquent, didn't know how to describe this feeling for a while.

"But I saw that many things are troublesome. The cream needs to be whipped, the egg whites need to be whipped, and they have to be frozen all the time." Ye Tang weighed it, "Forget it."

God knows Fu Linfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When Ye Tang was about to say something more, he was interrupted by the ringtone of his mobile phone.

When he saw the caller, he suddenly felt a little guilty, probably because the next few days were too fulfilling, and he had forgotten about the school celebration of the attached high school.

"Hey, Teacher Guo." He said without confidence.

The other party was as gentle as ever: "How about it, this weekend is about to start, are you interested in joining our school celebration?"

"I..." Ye Tang stumbled, the day after tomorrow is the weekend, but he really didn't know when he would change back this time, so he had no choice but to continue, "Mr. Guo, I may not be able to be a guest performer, There is something really wrong and I can't perform."

"But...but I will try my best to come that day. Even if I don't play the piano, I just want to go back to the campus for a walk. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," the other party was very considerate, "it's your own business that matters, you can do whatever you want, there is nothing to be embarrassed about."

The two chatted a few more casual words before hanging up the phone.

Ye Tang tossed and turned on the sofa boredly, entangled and regretful. After rolling around for two times, he remembered that his relationship with Fu Linfeng had eased now, so he raised his head and said directly: "Fu Linfeng Facing the wind."

"Ok?"

"Mr. Fu."

"...You have something to say." Fu Linfeng frowned, fully guessing what Ye Tang wanted to end up with, "Want me to take you there?"

Ye Tang nodded desperately: "Boss Fu has a good look."

"What if I have a job on the weekend?"

Ye Tang opened his eyes wide: "Isn't the boss able to give himself a vacation?!"

Just after he finished speaking, he felt that his current tone was not the tone of a request. He coughed and changed his tone again: "Is it okay, Fu Linfeng, Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu..."

He began to pile up the names he could add, but apart from these, Xiao Fu was called by An Qiao. He was several years younger than Fu Linfeng, so it was not suitable.

The person opposite was looking at him with a "you talk, I listen" look.

It was as if he was sure that Ye Tang would continue to torture him until he agreed.

Seeing Fu Linfeng's expression of watching a play, Ye Tang couldn't lose his face. It's not really embarrassing, but he felt that there was something missing that made Fu Linfeng agree willingly.

This kind of thinking is very strange, like a game, wanting to win or lose.

Forget it, anyway, there will be no loss of meat, Ye Tang opened his mouth and said, "Then brother Fu, help me, brother is handsome and good-tempered, he will definitely not refuse such a small request of mine, will he? "

"What did you call me just now?" Fu Linfeng asked him calmly.

Knowing that this person was waiting here, Ye Tang pursed his lips, closed his eyes and continued to shout: "Call your brother, brother, brother, brother—"

"Hey," Fu Linfeng was very decisive this time, stretched out a finger and tapped Ye Tang's forehead, "Stop crowing, Young Master Ye can do whatever he wants, and he can go whenever he wants."

Ye Tang just smiled triumphantly, but after thinking about it, he realized that something was wrong: "What did you just say, who crowed?"

"It's nothing." The person who really succeeded smiled at him gracefully, "Isn't this just to respond to you?"

"Fu Linfeng!" Ye Tang yelled at him, the anger in his tone made Sansan, who was playing with the automatic cat teasing box, stop and look sideways.

"Old dog!" he said viciously, "call you old dog!"

Regardless of whether it was the elder brother or the old dog, Fu Linfeng finally took Ye Tang with him as promised.

Even though he couldn't attend formally because he was getting smaller, Ye Tang still paid great attention to choosing a relatively complicated and gorgeous dress from the pile of clothes he bought that day, and wore it for a long time with a sense of ceremony. , He walked out of Fu Linfeng's cloakroom arrogantly.

He even checked his hairstyle in the mirror, and after making sure that he was glamorous today, he supported his baby scooter with one hand, and raised his chin condescendingly: "Let's go."

In contrast, Fu Linfeng dressed young and casually today.

Since he had the experience of going shopping last time, this time Ye Tang boldly put it in Fu Linfeng's jacket pocket. Anyway, as long as he doesn't move around, basically more than 90.00% will not be recognized as a real person-at most people think that Fu Linfeng is a real person. Linfeng just took the doll he raised with him.

Then it's none of your business. After Ye Tang and Fu Linfeng have been immersed for a long time, he has no psychological burden at all. Anyway, Fu Linfeng is the embarrassing one. What does it have to do with him, Young Master Ye?

Reasonable.

Fu Linfeng parked the car, and Ye Tang's excitement along the way was about to overflow. If he wasn't worried that he would be exposed if he kept talking, he might have been chattering all the way.

So he simply put his energy on the spectators. After five years, everything Ye Tang saw was fresh.

The school celebration was very lively, and Ye Tang felt the warm atmosphere rushing towards him before he stepped into the school gate.

He studied early, and he himself is smart. He was admitted to the attached high school when he was ten years old. He was basically among the youngest group when he entered the school, and he was well-behaved, so he was taken care of.

Children who have played music in elementary school generally have good family conditions, and it is nothing new to have accompaniment. Therefore, even if Fu Linfeng has never studied here, he is still familiar with the high school attached to the Conservatory of Music.

He found the main entrance with ease, and turned his head slightly to ask Ye Tang: "Where do you want to go first?"

The question was like this, but he seemed to be able to guess Ye Tang's answer completely, and he had already gone to the destination one step ahead.

"The piano room!" Sure enough, Ye Tang said, the movement of picking his pockets was two points too big.

Hearing Fu Linfeng chuckle, he led him across the bustling campus in spring to the piano room.

There were so many people today, Fu Linfeng was worried that Ye Tang would be squeezed out, so he chose a relatively quiet tree-lined path.

It was already April, and the cherry blossoms planted in the school were about to end their flowering period. The ground was pink and white, not like falling snow, but more romantic than falling snow.

There were still some unfinished petals in the wind, and Ye Tang specially waited for a gust of wind to blow over and grabbed one, and then carefully put it away, like the last time he pulled the petals of the winter jasmine, and put them in Fu Linfeng's pocket.

The petals of the cherry blossoms are softer than those of the winter jasmine, and the veins are clearer. Ye Tang grasped and played with it, and felt for a while that it seemed that there was not much change in the past five years.

At that time, he also stood under the cherry blossom tree, holding a thick piano score, waiting for Fu Linfeng to come to pick him up. If it was still early, the two of them would practice in the piano room for a while; Throwing it into the opponent's arms, pushing Fu Linfeng home, laughing as he walked, hooking him around his neck to hang on it, and helping him dust off the pink and white petals on his shoulders.

Fu Linfeng usually wouldn't speak, but he always let him do everything.

"If you haven't become smaller, if Teacher Guo invites you, which song do you plan to play?" Inadvertently, Ye Tang heard Fu Linfeng ask him.

"Play Liszt's "Sigh"." Ye Tang said, "But it's not bad to be a visitor now, if you suddenly change back, it's not good to play the wrong sound by hand."

"En." Fu Linfeng only responded in a low voice.

The noon sun shines through the shadows of the trees and falls on Fu Linfeng's body, turning into mottled and irregular light spots and shadows. Ye Tang stopped talking and just looked up at him.

As they got closer, they heard a melodious music coming from the piano room at the same time.

For some reason, the closer Fu Linfeng got closer, the more Ye Tang felt his heart being grabbed.

The person inside was playing Bach's Goldberg Variations, and there seemed to be some kind of strange tacit understanding. When Ye Tang looked up at Fu Linfeng, the corner of his mouth was slightly hooked.

The sound of violin and clarinet can still be heard next door. It seems that there is not much difference except that there are more people playing, and most of the players are returning to school to celebrate.

Time passed by, and two o'clock was the time for the celebration. People went to the auditorium one after another, and fewer people stayed in the piano room. The alumni who were still talking about Bach just now stood up and left.

"Do you want to go there?" Fu Linfeng asked Ye Tang in a low voice, "If you don't want to go, just touch me."

After a few seconds, the little man touched him with his hand through the fabric.

"Then rest here for a while," he said.

When the people were almost gone, Ye Tang was about to get out of Fu Linfeng's pocket when he heard footsteps coming from the door.

The other party was probably just passing by, but after seeing the people inside, he was stunned for a moment: "Huh? You are, you are..."

The person who came happened to be Mr. Guo who called to invite Ye Tang. He naturally had an impression of Fu Linfeng. He was Ye Tang's training partner, but his level and understanding were not limited to the word training partner.It's just that when Ye Tang went abroad, they never saw him again.

Apparently Fu Linfeng also recognized him, and nodded politely: "Fu Linfeng. It's good for the teacher to call me Xiao Fu."

"Hello, hello," Teacher Guo was also very pleasantly surprised, "I didn't expect that Xiaoye didn't have time to come, and you still wanted to come."

"No, let's watch the excitement," Fu Linfeng said, "After all, I'm not a student of the attached high school."

"How can there be, you have been with Xiaoye for so long, and you are already half a student in the attached high school." Teacher Guo was also very polite, and did not take the liberty to ask Fu Linfeng if he would continue to engage in this industry, but just waved, " The celebration is about to start, do you want to see it?"

Fu Linfeng shook his head: "I'll do it here, I'll go later."

"Okay, then you can take a stroll first, I have to go first." Teacher Guo looked a little anxious, "If Xiaofu is still interested, it's not bad to play casually in the piano room."

Fu Linfeng thanked him, and the other party hurried to the auditorium.

There were only the two of them left in the piano room.

"There's no one else, come out." He heard Fu Linfeng say.

Ye Tang came out of his pocket after a while, and said with some regret: "Hey, it's a pity that I can't say hello to Teacher Guo."

He looked at the familiar display in front of him, which was still this piano room. At that time, he looked out from the window here countless times, and always felt that his life was smooth and bright.

Now it seems that this is the case, but not all.

"Fu Linfeng," he said suddenly after a long silence, "play me a song."

He asked very calmly. Unexpectedly, Fu Linfeng didn't mean to refuse at all, but just asked: "What do you want to hear?"

"Play whatever you remember." Ye Tang said, "I can't ask you to play "Sigh" for me."

"If there is a score, it's not impossible." Fu Linfeng said.

But Ye Tang didn't bother with this question anymore, he just responded softly: "It's all right."

Unexpectedly, Fu Linfeng actually found the music score, and then put Ye Tang on the piano stand like he did these nights.

Ye Tang heard the familiar melody.

He didn't need a metronome, and he didn't keep looking at the scores. Fu Linfeng sat in front of him, playing vividly and smoothly, with almost no mistakes. His hands alternately completed the arpeggios and chromatic scales, while his expression remained calm.

He looked at Fu Linfeng, at his fluttering eyelashes, drooping eyes, and his limbs swaying gently following the rhythm, and listening to the notes flowing from his fingertips, he involuntarily began to lose his mind.

He saw the year when the two competed together, the other was wearing a tall white tuxedo, sitting not far from him, and heard him pressing the keys, knocking the hammers, and finally plucking the strings - he will never forget that melody.

After the performance was over and the result was announced, he couldn't hear the waves of praise and cheers. He only remembered running up like crazy, hugging him regardless, and repeating the boy's name countless times in his mouth.

"Fu Linfeng, Fu Linfeng, Fu Linfeng..." He was still wearing the little black suit he wore during the competition, but he was no longer decent. He hung around his neck like a koala and began to cry. He said as he cried, "It's so good." , That's great, you are No.1, the champion.

Suddenly a low accent chord fell.

Ye Tang suddenly pulled away from his memory, staring blankly at the person in front of him.

Fu Linfeng was still playing the piano, but after playing the iconic arpeggio, he changed a scale, reduced a flat, bD became bA——

"Sigh" ended abruptly, and he played another piece.

The extremely light, flexible and gentle melody gradually climbed up with the emotions, and he even played the scales lightly and romantically, as if he was telling something.

It was still Liszt's piece, but it was replaced by "Dream of Love".

At this moment, many images flashed through Ye Tang's mind, frame by frame, like a revolving lantern, but without exception, there were traces to follow.

The person in front of me is not wearing the same formal dress as before, his eyebrows and eyes have matured a lot, he is not so taciturn, he will joke with himself, he will make jokes, and he will lean over when his hands are full of peach-flavored mousse , Say to yourself "Come here, wipe your hands".

But he is still him, Ye Tang thought.

He is still him.

The music stopped at some point.

There are cicadas singing outside the window, and sunlight coming in.

There were a few pink and white cherry blossom petals on the window sill, the same as the one Ye Tang was holding in his hand.

Suddenly.

Something touched him.

The man stretched out his warm fingers that had just finished playing the piano, and gently brushed his face.

His voice seemed to be sighing and sighing, but it was unbelievably gentle in this afternoon.

He said, "Why are you crying?"

The little man was speechless.

He really didn't know where this burst of emotion came from, but he couldn't help crying——

Ye Tang wrinkled his face, jumped off the piano stand, and climbed awkwardly onto Fu Linfeng.

He hugged Fu Linfeng's neck tightly with his small hands, and moved closer, dripping tears into his clothes silently.