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Stroll bar is often full these days.

The white, silent, and straight figure attracted the attention of the audience.

The people on the stage slide their fingers, and the sound of the piano flows like a clear spring.

Really charming.

Even though the pianist had finished playing all the pieces and retreated to the dark booth, some people still looked at the dim corner from time to time.

It's just that the pianist hung rattan on the side of the round booth.This is a feature of the bar, and the rattan hanging means that no one will be disturbed, even if there is room on the booth.

Therefore, no one hastily stepped forward to disturb others, at most they would quietly look at them while whispering to their companions.

In the vague sight of these people, a tall man with brown hair and blue eyes walked in from the door and walked straight to the booth.

Immediately, they saw the pianist showing his first smile after stepping down.

"Leon."

Perhaps because he just took a sip of lemonade, Xie Qi's voice was a little muffled and wet.

It reminded Rory of the rainy day when we first met a few days ago.

"good evening."

Xie Qi's eyes slightly curved.

Rory came here to meet him specially tonight.

He said that he just found a few friends who want to rent out the house and wanted to show him.

Of course, it stands to reason that for this kind of thing, Rory only needs to send him a picture and turn to the WeChat account, and it will be a big help.

However, Rory offered to have a drink with him at the bar, and Xie Qi readily accepted.

The lighting in the bar is gentle and psychedelic.

"So lovely."

"This house is nice...what?" Rory didn't respond.

Xie Qi pointed to the top of his head:

"light."

"And eyes."

He stared intently at Rory's face -- Rory's eyes, to be exact.

The ambient lighting did add a strange beauty to Rory's blue pupils.

Rory paused.

He is not a good boy like Xie Qi, he seldom goes out to have fun, and only comes to Qing Bar to play the piano when he is in trouble.

On the contrary, he has a wide range of friends, and he can even be regarded as... a frequent visitor to nightclubs.

It's just that he is familiar with social etiquette, and in front of Xie Qi, he completely restrained all habits that might be uncomfortable for Xie Qi.

Unexpectedly, Xie Qi would suddenly say this while staring at himself with his pure black eyes.

Complimenting other people's eyes when drinking in a bar... Doesn't he know that this sentence is often used to flirt?

In his impression, Xie Qi has always been that kind of shy and well-behaved traditional boy—even though Xie Qi's performance was a little disproportionate on the first day of meeting, but that bit of strangeness has long since disappeared in front of the strong stereotype.

It wasn't until Xie Qi said these words suddenly that he suddenly recalled Xie Qi's slightly tired and lazy face when he was biting a cigarette.

The strange feeling in my heart resurfaced and became stronger.

"Hulan... no, I have to adjust it..."

Xie Qi took out a piece of paper, wrote down a few strokes in a hurry, and then smiled apologetically at him:

"Sorry to interrupt you—I—"

When he sees a beautiful scene, he has an urge to paint it.

"I understand." Without him saying anything, Rory immediately understood and shrugged, "A good painter always has some professional habits—do you need a free model?"

Rory just said it casually, but the black-haired young man opposite seemed very happy, thanked him quite seriously, and even took out his mobile phone and made an appointment with him to see him again.

After doing this, Xie Qi continued to chat with him about the house.

Rory immediately felt much happier.

It seems that he was thinking about it for a while and used himself to save others.

Xie Qi didn't mean to cross the line at all.

He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.

"This, and this, can you help me contact your friend?"

"of course."

After finalizing a few places, Xie Qi showed exhaustion on his face.

Recently, he is familiarizing himself with the surrounding environment, comparing housing information, and clarifying the affairs of the school. He is quite busy.

Rory was good at observing words and feelings, and immediately ended the topic.Unanimously, they got up and walked out, saying goodbye to each other outside the gate.

"It seems that you can't give out tips today," Xu Shao joked on the second floor, "The kid is busy dating her boyfriend."

In the past few days, Yu Yicheng often came to discuss some matters between the family with him.Correspondingly, every time I come, as long as I see Xie Qi playing the piano, I will ask the waiter to give him a tip after he finishes.

Of course, each time it was quite a sum of money, which was almost worth the day's wages that Xu Shao gave him.

Given that there is basically no custom of tipping pianists alone here, these tips are quite conspicuous.

After coming down a few times, the waiter didn't have to speak, and Xie Qi would take the initiative to say, "Thank the boss's friend for me."

If Xu Shao didn't know what his friend was like, he would have suspected that Yu Yicheng was playing some kind of, uh, trick that the president wanted to do to college students.

But Yu Yicheng's expression was flat, obviously he didn't mean that.

Xie Qi was also very obedient, and every time he just thanked him politely, without showing any curiosity.

It seemed that he was not thinking cleanly in his heart.

Sure enough, Yu Yicheng just shook his head slightly:

"Freeze said."

He doesn't like to talk about other people's private affairs.

As for the tip, it was just a habit of living abroad before, and more or less heard from Xu Shao that the young man was in distress, so he gave it easily.

Of course, that kid's piano sound is indeed worthy of praise... What's his name?

"Young people are good-looking and serious about their work, and they attract people everywhere," the old God Xu Shao commented on the spot. Lian, have you already joined the company?"

"Seems to be."

Yu Yicheng thought for a while.

His family had a very early fortune and was passed down from generation to generation with a huge population.

Nowadays, there is no such old-fashioned name as "house owner", but from the perspective of the layout of the family business, basically, he took over such a role.

Naturally, we should also take care of the younger generation.

Although he is only of seniority, Shao Lian is only a few years younger than him.

"I said, young people, you are young and energetic, and you are full of enthusiasm. It's normal to do something as you please, but it's more pleasing to have a sense of proportion."

Xu Shao meant something, but didn't say it clearly.

But Yu Yicheng naturally understood.

It turned out to be waiting for him here.

What is his distant cousin doing?

Yu Yicheng had a headache.

Xu Shao only mentioned it jokingly, but of course he couldn't just sit idly by.

"Kids like Xiao Xie are still attractive." Thinking of the recent changes in passenger flow, Xu Shao sighed triumphantly and glanced down.

His hand holding the wine glass stopped in mid-empty:

"Cao Cao Cao Cao will be here, your cousin is here? Let me ask someone to greet him—hey, who is he with—Xiao Xie?"

"Xiao Xie and Shao Lian know each other? — No, when will Xiao Xie come back?"

Yu Yicheng looked down upon hearing the sound.

The pianist is indeed back, but in a baggy T-shirt that looks younger than his formal attire.

He changed his habit of only drinking lemonade, and there were several glasses of colorful wine on the table.

He seemed to be a little drunk, lying on the table obliquely.

The contrast is a bit big.

His distant cousin sat down directly beside him.

No wonder Xu Shao was surprised, and he was also surprised.

Though thinking so in his heart, he still stretched out his hand to close the curtain beside the booth.

With his sight blocked, Xu Shao looked back at him.

"I don't know. I'll talk to him about the company."

With a few simple words, Yu Yicheng brought the topic back to business.

He is extremely indifferent to gossip and has no interest in it.

What's more, the best viewing position on the second floor is not for peeking at others.

But to appreciate the stage.

Xie Qi did come back after changing clothes.

He remembered that Gong, the protagonist of the original book, would come to him tonight.

Of course, I didn't look for him because I felt sorry for him running away from home—otherwise I would have looked for him long ago.

It's Bai Yueguang, who is the protagonist's gong, and asks for something.

It was also a clichéd plot where the original body and Bai Yueguang participated in the competition at the same time.

This competition is sponsored by a good media company in the industry. It has a high gold content and a lot of prize money.

And Shao Lian wanted to pave the way for Bai Yueguang, who had just returned to China, and remove many obstacles for Bai Yueguang himself.

Of course, the original body is the easiest hurdle to break through among those obstacles.

Just a little sweet talk can coax people out of the game.

He wanted to see what kind of character Shao Lian was.

Xie Qi raised his head to drink, only swallowed a little bit, and a pool of wine flowed down his neck and flowed into the collar of the round mouth.

In this way, the rich aroma of wine lingers all over him.

His cheeks were slightly red - he made it casually before he went out, anyway, he was quite skilled, and Shao Lian didn't care about him, so Shao Lian probably wouldn't be able to tell.

The T-shirt is baggy and old, and the hair is messy.

His white arms were propped on the table, and his eyes were watery.

He looked like he was drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

So much so that when Shao Lian arrived in a hurry, he didn't think of what he was going to say for a moment.

"Xie Qi—come home with me."

He sat beside Xie Qi and put his arms around Xie Qi's shoulders.

Shao Lian did this set of movements very skillfully.

He knew very well how much Xie Qi was obsessed with him, and he knew how much his embrace had affected Xie Qi.

As long as he gets close to Xie Qi and gets closer, he can see Xie Qi's attached eyes.

No matter what you have done before.

He was quite sure.

Xie Qi just glanced at him in vain.

Then he raised his wine glass to his lips.

"Where do you get so much wine?" Shao Lian snatched the glass from his hand, then noticed the things on the table, and frowned, "Stop drinking, I don't like you like this."

Shao Lian himself often went in and out of the wine shop with his friends, and never took Xie Qi with him, but he wanted Xie Qi to be a virtuous and devoted boyfriend who never drank alcohol.

Shameless.

Xie Qi stared at the amber-like liquor at the mouth of the bottle, a little lost in thought.

He hasn't had a drink recently, because getting drunk easily reminds him of some past events.

It will make him a little sad.

"What home? I've moved out." He lowered his eyes and spoke softly.

It was obviously a refusal, but he said it very erratically, without any confidence.

This is like Xie Qi.

As long as he gives in a little bit, Xie Qi will rush to him without hesitation.

The fleeting awkwardness in Shao Lian's heart disappeared completely.

"Stop playing with your temper, I'll take you home—" He made a gesture to pull Xie Qi up.

Xie Qi turned his head to look at him, didn't get up, just looked at him quietly.

Shao Lian didn't continue to move for a moment.

He could clearly see the tears in Xie Qi's eyes.

"You've had enough fun with Xu Chi these days, so you're looking for me?"

This is indeed not like Xie Qi.

Xie Qi never mentions others uninterestedly.

Xie Qi would not cry in front of his eyes either.

Shao Lian stared at the water marks on Xie Qi's face and remained silent for a while.

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