A Legacy Inherited by the Licking Dogs

Lin Yue'an has maintained the habit of morning exercises for many years, and waking up early is the default setting.It's just that he went for a run today, took a shower, and bought breakfast, and it was only in the early seven o'clock.Lin Yue'an felt ashamed that he was as excited as the elementary school students before the spring outing. He put on his coat and sat in the porch shaking his legs for a while, but decided to go out early and visited with trepidation.

He parked the car downstairs at Wen Yizhou, deliberately chose to climb the stairs, wandered around outside the door three times, and finally knocked on the door.After knocking and waiting a moment, he put his ear to the door and listened—no sound, so he knocked again.

The sound of "tap, tap, tap" was getting closer, the door opened, Wen Yizhou was still wearing pajamas at home, his eyes were half-closed, and he had a frowning expression—except that the piano case was packed as bright as new and placed on the table. In the middle of the living room, the whole person looked completely unprepared.

"It's so early." Wen Yizhou said in a muffled voice.

"It's 07:30," Lin Yue'an said, "We'll be at the morning peak."

"Well."

Seeing that Yizhou was running around the living room in annoyance, as if he didn't know what to do first, Lin Yue'an walked to the sofa and sat down and said, "Take your time, I'll wait for you, and I brought breakfast, uh, later Let's eat in the car."

Wen Yizhou went into the bathroom, the sound of water closing behind the glass door sounded, Lin Yu'an put his hands on his knees, and waited obediently.Ten minutes later, Wen Yizhou tidied up—his hair was too long, so he tied it at the back of his head casually, and two strands fell in front, which couldn't be tied behind his ears. It was moist from washing his face, and he had an artist's temperament for no reason.

After all, Wen Yizhou hadn't worked normally for a long time, and was terribly sleepy, sitting in the co-pilot and yawning.

Lin Yue'an put the plastic bag on his lap: "Don't you have an appetite? Wake up early, let's eat something."

Wen Yizhou looked into the plastic bag without much interest, and asked casually, "What about you?"

"I've eaten it. I ate it in the store when I bought it." He paused, then added in a low voice, "This time it's real."

Wen Yizhou was taken aback for a moment, and also remembered the embarrassing incident when the other party said that he had eaten, but his stomach was growling.

He snorted softly, and became a little more sober—He Qian was a bit of a clean freak, and he was never allowed to eat in the car before. He took out two paper towels as a cushion, bit open the bun like opening a blind box, and found It's my favorite prunes, vegetable and meat stuffing, and my anger disappeared a lot when I woke up.

He swallowed the steamed stuffed bun, started to eat the siu mai again, and asked vaguely, "Aren't you afraid of the smell in the car?"

"What's the smell?" Lin Yue'an asked back.

"Just eat, the taste of buns."

Lin Yue'an didn't know, so: "It doesn't matter, do you think it smells? Do you want to open the window?"

"It's okay." Wen Yizhou bit the milk straw, staring numbly at the front of the road.

Wen Yizhou's rehearsal room is not too far from home, but since it's all in the urban area, it's not too fast to walk.The long taillights of the car illuminated the helplessness of the community animals, and the battery car passing by beside him was full of fighting spirit again. Wen Yizhou tied up his bag and wiped his hands, feeling that he finally woke up.

Lin Yue'an asked, "What time do you finish?"

Wen Yizhou said, "It's about five or six o'clock."

Lin Yue'an nodded: "Well, it's about the same time as my training ends, shall I pick you up?"

Wen Yizhou replied: "Okay."

After a moment of silence, he said again: "It's been a long time since I went back, and I'm still a little nervous."

Lin Yue'an was a little surprised that Wen Yizhou would show weakness so honestly, and heard him go on to say: "It's been so long since I disagreed with each other, it's normal to be kicked out after entering."

Lin Yue'an laughed: "No way."

Wen Yizhou looked at him with raised eyebrows: "How do you know?"

"Of course I know. I remember the last time I said that I ran into Sun Yanqi, he pulled me and said he was worried about you." Lin Yue'an was waiting for the red light, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers leisurely, "They all understand you and consider you , and all sincerely hope that you can go back, and let me talk to you. So, they seem to have less contact with you recently, not necessarily because they are angry because they don’t hear back, maybe they are just afraid of disturbing you. "

Wen Yizhou frowned, feeling a little annoyed that his worries had been fully guessed, and still said unforgivingly: "Oh, I know it very clearly, I didn't say a few words at all, and I seemed to understand it very well. "

There was a smile on the corner of Lin Yue'an's mouth: "Although I haven't said a few words, I've seen you many times, haven't you been there for every performance before, and occasionally you can meet at your house."

Wen Yizhou suddenly thought that the guy next to him would indeed be there for almost every performance.Sometimes you can see He Qian beside He Qian when he is on stage, and sometimes you don’t find him until after the curtain call—occasionally with friends, or alone, with a happy expression all year round. Say congrats, the show was great.

Only then did he realize that Lin Yue'an might have come to see him perform more times than He Qian did.

In the past, he deliberately ignored this almost flattering intimacy, because he really didn't know how to deal with it, and he really couldn't respond, but now this eager embarrassment became clear again.

Then he realized another thing, the other party always had that kind of smile on his face, maybe it was because he would always only face that kind of smile every time he looked over.

It is so, it is so.

Lin Yue'an didn't notice anything about it.After leaving Wen Yizhou behind, he turned around and went to the training ground. Everyone wondered why he didn't ride a bicycle today.

Compared to Wen Yizhou, who was in a complicated mood, Lin Yu'an's feeling was also very subtle.

First of all, I slept with the person I liked in a daze.

This item alone has already ranked No.1 on the impact list in recent years.As for how and why he fell asleep, whether it was Wen Yizhou's impromptu idea, or he took advantage of other people's drinking to have sex, he couldn't figure it out.

Secondly, after sleeping, Wen Yizhou didn't seem to get angry with him, but instead had a very calm attitude, as if it wasn't a big deal at all.He didn't dare to be surprised, so he had to keep his shock and confusion in his heart.

Finally, it was Wen Yizhou's strange request.Although it was under the name of "taking care of him for He Qian", Wen Yizhou clearly disliked it before, and even explicitly told him to "leave it alone" and "less self-righteous". Why is he suddenly willing to let him reappear? In front of my eyes?

After much deliberation, Lin Yue'an can only come to one conclusion - Wen Yizhou really wants to make music again, he has always been very serious about music, and he also attaches great importance to performance, so he has to concentrate on practicing.But Wen Yizhou hated crowds and public transportation, and he didn't know how to drive, and his other friends were too embarrassed to speak up if they hadn't seen each other for a long time, so he could only ask him to help.

It must be so, Lin Yu'an nodded - I understand.

Fortunately, he had done so much psychological construction before, determined to give up this unrequited and impossible secret love, and ended up spending the next days with Wen Yizhou day and night, isn't it torture.

But at least, this is much better than the result of never being in touch with each other after being scolded by Wen Yizhou.

Forget it, Lin Yue'an patted his cheek - don't think too much, dream less, don't repeat the same mistakes.

In this way, he passed his ordinary day half happily and half melancholy.

After get off work, Lin Yue'an went back to the rehearsal room to pick him up.He waited in the hall downstairs for a while with his pocket in his pocket, and met Sun Yanqi who was about to leave.The other party was very excited after seeing him, and took his hand with a look of relief: "I knew it! You are really nice!"

Lin Yue'an knew that the other party must have misunderstood, thinking that Wen Yizhou's decision to return to work was due to his persuasion, so he couldn't help embarrassingly: "Ah...no, it's him..."

Sun Yanqi smiled and patted him on the shoulder vigorously: "Thank you for your hard work, that kid Yizhou has a bad personality."

"No, it's okay..." Lin Yu'an scratched his cheek, "What about others?"

"Oh..." The smile on Sun Yanqi's face faded a bit, "I'm still practicing more. After all, I haven't practiced for a long time, and my hand is already born. I can't feel it today. I'm competing with myself alone."

"what."

"Status is not something that can be adjusted so quickly. Besides, it has been so long since I haven't touched the piano, it is already very good to be able to do this." Sun Yanqi said, "But he is the first time in his life that he can't keep up with the progress of the orchestra. Just once, I definitely can't accept it."

Lin Yu'an bowed his head and paused, nodded and said, "Understood, I'll go up and have a look."

Lin Yue'an came to the door of the rehearsal room, and he heard the familiar sound of the piano from inside—although he didn't know much about music, he always liked Ting Wen Yizhou's performance.He always felt that even if it was the same piece of music, a different kind of emotion could always be conveyed from Wen Yizhou's fingertips, was it the rhythm, or the way some tiny details were handled?His violin carries strong emotions that he has never shown himself—whether it is the joy, sadness, straightforward passion or narration in the song, it can directly hit the bottom of the heart.

The tune suddenly stopped, Lin Yue'an pushed open the door, Wen Yizhou took a half a beat to look over, his eyes slightly enlarged for a moment, as if he had just realized why he appeared here.

"I have to practice for a while," Wen Yizhou said, "If you have something to do, go first, and I will take a taxi home later."

"It's okay." Lin Yuean waved his hand.

He picked up a stool and sat aside, just practicing with Wen Yizhou - anyway, his usual job is to observe the training of auxiliary athletes, this process is neither unfamiliar nor boring.He stayed quietly, not playing with his mobile phone, and he was not impatient at all.Even if some passages are repeated over and over again, and the whole piece is disassembled without coherence let alone aesthetics, he still listens with relish.

Two hours later, Wen Yizhou finally put down the piano, and the calluses on his fingertips that should have been indestructible were blistered again. He held the bow in one hand and rested his elbow on his knee, showing frustration inevitably.

He took a deep breath, picked up the water next to him and took a sip, looked out of the corner of his eye, and met Shang Lin Yue'an's eyes, almost choking.

Only then did he realize that what he said casually two hours ago had made Lin Yue'an wait until now, and he felt a little sorry.

He wiped the handle and bow of the piano, and was about to call it a day and go home, but suddenly he heard Lin Yue'an say: "If you can't hit a ball well, you can't help but want to keep practicing, because after all, only by practicing constantly can you form muscle memory. , hit the most accurate landing point with the greatest force, and gradually reduce the error rate."

This topic seemed a bit inexplicable, but Wen Yizhou didn't interrupt, but just listened quietly.

"But...if you practice for too long a day, your body won't have time to digest it, and you'll even forget what you already know." Lin Yu'an held his chin thoughtfully, and said while organizing his words, "But as long as you take a good rest, Eat seriously, sleep well, and when you touch the ball again the next day, you will find that you are a little more proficient than yesterday.”

Wen Yizhou looked at him, obviously understood what he meant, stood up, turned his shoulders, stretched his arms, and put the piano back into the piano case.

"Let's go."

Lin Yu'an also stood up, patted his trouser legs: "It's too late to cook today, so the ingredients in your house should have been spoiled and thrown away."

Wen Yizhou didn't say anything - in fact, he saw those ingredients and semi-cooked products prepared by someone in the refrigerator before, and he cooked them on the fire and ate them.

He said "hmm" and said, "Let's eat outside."

The two of them ate out alone, which was rarely the case before, especially when the two of them were doing outdoor activities together, and then sat face to face to eat, it could be called a date configuration - the last time Lin Yue'an was entrusted to pick him up from the airport.What kind of joyful and proud mood was that time, Lin Yue'an can hardly recall at all, and his mood has changed greatly.

Thinking of this, he couldn't hold back, and asked, "When is your performance...?"

"December 4."

Lin Yu'an lowered his eyes: "Oh, there are still more than two months."

"Hmm." Wen Yizhou asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Lin Yue'an raised his head again, still with the same cheerful smile: "We'll have to work harder then, I'll go and see."

"En." Wen Yizhou replied without feeling, always feeling that there was something weird, but he couldn't say it.

There are still 66 days left, Lin Yue'an calculated in his heart: only 66 days left.