living in the pocket of a nemesis

Ye Tang didn't expect that the other party would say that.

After returning to China, I never cared about it. The details of the gray snake line finally revealed at this moment. After I changed back for the first time, the other party chased me out worriedly and handed me the form. I had the habit of not eating breakfast because I was there. He bought what he wanted to eat and brought it back, and later he was even willing to cook it himself. Even though he only eats so much when he gets smaller, he still has to do it himself.

As for other more obvious things... Ye Tang was speechless, how could he be so dull.

"But I..." Ye Tang hesitated, lowered his head and admitted, "But I was really annoying before."

"Then you are saying that I have bad eyesight?" Fu Linfeng was not angry and asked him with a smile.

"Not at all," Ye Tang retorted dissatisfiedly at what he said, "After all, I am now, I am now..."

Boasting suddenly, and embarrassing himself, Ye Tang stiffened his neck, and his voice was much lower: "...Little pianist."

After he said it, he thought that Fu Linfeng would either follow his words and smile, or tease him as before.

Unexpectedly, neither of the two situations happened, and the other party even froze for a moment before saying, "Do you still remember?"

"Remember... what?" Ye Tang suddenly woke up after saying the last two words, and things that were impossible to connect were suddenly connected at this moment, "Is it that card?"

Ye Tang's eyes sparkled: "Did you send that bouquet of flowers?"

The topic of the two sounded a bit abstract, did not mention the time and place, and only referred to a bouquet of flowers and a card.

But the amazing thing is that both sides understood. Fu Linfeng's surprised expression only lasted for a few seconds. He looked at Ye Tang who was within walking distance, but still couldn't help touching his face.

He sighed: "At that time, there were so many people who followed you, and you just won an award. I didn't even dare to write in my own handwriting. How can you be sure it's me?"

"It's different." Ye Tang said stubbornly, "Because they all praise my success and use a lot of adjectives that I can't stand..."

"But only you can say, wish me happy."

Speaking of this, Ye Tang felt his nose a little sour belatedly: "Did you go then? When did you go?"

He asked urgently, eagerly grabbing Fu Linfeng's clothes and looking up at him, his eyes were clear and bright, and his lips were full and rosy.

"...Don't look at me like that." Fu Linfeng turned his head slightly.

Probably because he was afraid that Ye Tang would directly ask "Why can't I see you", he simply changed the subject: "I went. But I couldn't go in, and finally found an excuse to listen not far away."

Although there were only a few words, Ye Tang imagined what Fu Linfeng looked like at that time.

Maybe he will lean against the magnificent stone pillar of the concert hall, maybe he will smile after playing the last sentence, and then pick a bouquet of flowers by himself-it's a pity that he didn't deliver it to him by himself.

However, Fu Linfeng's fingers were still lingering on his face, and Ye Tang suddenly felt a little telepathy, so he took the initiative to lean over and hug his waist.

"Can you tell me a little bit about these five years?" He asked carefully, "We will skip the parts we don't like, I just want to... know more about those days."

"There's nothing I don't like, it's all over. I can tell you everything." Fu Linfeng held the back of his head and said in a low voice.

"I, I heard my mother mention it, saying that you..."

"Yeah." Fu Linfeng didn't have much expression on his face, "She passed away."

Where to start?

Fu Linfeng himself didn't know too well.

After all, with the present, those five years seem to be far away and less distinct.

Too much content is lackluster and not worth mentioning.

For example, when he was just starting a business, he was still a student and had to pretend to be a mature adult to socialize. He could not refuse the bad habits of drinking for many years, and he was not qualified to refuse.

If you are unhappy, you have to bear it, and if you don't like it, you have to smile. After all, he is just a young man with no background.

But every time I go home, I have to face my mother.

Fu Linfeng thought, in fact, he didn't hate her.

The other person undoubtedly loves him-in a paranoid, suffocating way.

Since childhood, all hobbies started with "she thought it was good" and ended with "she thought it was unacceptable".

Even the music is the same.

Only this time it doesn't start with her.

Although it ended because of her in the end.

Sometimes she was very kind, and sometimes she was very crazy, because she was worried that Fu Linfeng would leave her, and tried her best to emphasize how important he was to her and how much she couldn't do without him.

— in a way of kidnapping.

Occasionally, Fu Linfeng would temporarily stay at Ye Tang's house because his partner practice was too late. The next day, the woman would cry silently on the sofa, as if he had done some heinous thing, and the ending of this "bad thing" was Worried that Fu Linfeng would eventually leave her.

She needs this family affection created by herself so much, she will hold Fu Linfeng and cry, she will say "Mom only has you", and then yell at the top of her voice, asking whether you are going to leave too.

Later, An Qiao asked someone to bring a piano over. The woman was happy at first, but then she was overwhelmed by boundless panic, as if worried that someone would snatch her child away.

But when she was normal, she was very nice, and would spend all her modest salary on him, teaching him to cook and listening to him play the piano.

He didn't realize at all that his child was tied up by her, and he couldn't bear to really abandon him, but because of her, he gave up too many things he wanted.

Such a deformed and rigid relationship lasted until Fu Linfeng's university.

"I was too busy at that time, so she just sat at home every day and didn't go anywhere. She was extreme at first, and finally thought of herself in a dead end." Fu Linfeng said, "I thought of many ways and consulted many doctors. But it seemed like the only way she could get better was if, preferably, I was by her side 24 hours a day."

But that's not a cure either.

"I even planned to suspend school to accompany her for medical treatment, but I haven't waited for the approval..." Fu Linfeng patted Ye Tang, signaling him not to mind what he said, "She left quite calmly, and the message was very long , it seems that it has been planned for a long time."

It's ridiculous to say that this is the only chance for Fu Linfeng to stop and take a breath in these years.

"I took a long vacation, went through all the procedures myself, and then bought a ticket to Warsaw." Fu Linfeng said.

"So," Ye Tang's lips trembled, "so that's when..."

What kind of mentality did you come here with?

"It's good. I played so much Chopin. That was my first trip to Poland." Fu Linfeng only looked at him, his voice was very light, like the blue sky hanging high in Warsaw that year.

"I was listening to you play Liszt outside. At that moment, I suddenly felt that the past is not important anymore."

"Ye Tang," Fu Linfeng seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, "You are so kind."

This straightforward description is like a key, and those words that have been between the two of them for so many years, because of their dignity and inferiority, are finally uttered by Fu Linfeng.

"You're so kind," he repeated. "I just kept thinking, how can there be such a nice person."

"It's so good that you can give me anything, it's so good that you don't care about everything about me, as if everything I do is good and right."

But the deep inferiority complex in his bones reminded himself all the time, it shouldn't be like this, it can't, it's not right.

"Speaking hypocritically, I thought at the time that you were so good that you were shining, but you were also so good that you were cruel."

"It's so cruel that I don't understand why you are angry at my decision. Isn't it common to give up? Why do you despair because of me? You are a child who grew up in the garden, and I am like an oil painting. Stains from splashes."

"But from that year on, I finally got real salvation."

"Ye Tang." He looked down at him, called his name, and met his gaze.

Ye Tang's heart was sore and soft, the tip of his nose was still red, and the handsome outline of the other party was reflected in his eyes.

"So, even though I think you already know, I'm going to tell you formally."

"After so many years, I have always thought that maybe as long as I am more firm, I can protect your innocence." He said, "Although looking back now, there may be a better solution to what happened back then, but it is all in the past, and I still have a chance to make amends."

"I will be with you, you don't need to make any changes, you can always be innocent, always simple, and never need to think about those annoying and cumbersome things."

"And I will always love you and will always be faithful to you."

The pledge of eternal love may be something illusory, but Fu Linfeng said five "forever", each of which made Ye Tang tremble.

"To be with me, would you like to?" He smiled at Ye Tang and finished the last half sentence.

"—my little pianist."