squeamish bag he was reborn

At ten o'clock in the evening, the auditorium was empty, and there was a piano prepared in advance in the corner of the stage.Song Yuan showed a slightly cautious smile to the girl who gave him the key, the girl bent her lips and explained some precautions to him before leaving.

When he walked to the door, he turned around and glanced at the two tall figures, one tall and one short, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

very nice.

Song Yuan stood on the steps below the auditorium and took a deep breath. Looking at the piano, he felt unspeakably nervous and apprehensive.Obviously, he never felt this emotion in front of many classmates during the primary election.

He vaguely knew the reason, because the one standing in front of him was Shen Qiyou, not anyone else.

After Shen Qiyou said "Song Yuan, you are so good", he was dizzy for a long time, as if a small electric current flowed through his heart, numb.Not only blushed, but even the earlobes were slightly red, and the whole person seemed to be drunk.

This kind of situation is not unfamiliar, it happened to me when I was with Gu Nian'an before.And there was a period of time when Song Yuan thought it was because he was sick.

He began to rub his earlobe subconsciously, trying to subdue the heat a little.As a result, because of his movements, a small piece of meat was even hotter than before, almost scalding.

Perhaps because of Shen Qiyou's personality now, Song Yuan felt that when he said such words, it was particularly irresistible.

He obviously still had that expressionless face, but he could still easily sense his seriousness.

So he blurted out without thinking: "Shen Qiyou, let's go to the auditorium now."

Shen Qiyou didn't ask him the reason, thinking that he had forgotten something, and when the two of them walked towards the auditorium, Song Yuan grabbed the schoolbag strap in his hand again.

He raised his eyes to see that the expression on the young man's face was a little embarrassed, his lips were slightly parted, hesitant to speak.He waited quietly for the boy to speak, and after a while he heard his low voice, cat-like.

He said: "It's not that I lost something, I just... want to go to the auditorium to play the piano... for you to listen to."

After Song Yuan finished speaking, the heat on his face became even higher. He felt that this sudden proposal was simply unbelievable and outrageous.But there was another voice in his heart telling him that he had to do something to vent his restlessness.

He would love to play it to him now.

Play it to the person who praised him for being good.

Song Yuan tried his best not to let himself see Shen Qiyou's expression, and added the second half of the sentence, "Tomorrow's performance is for others, today is for you alone."

"Shen Qiyou, can you?"

After a long while without hearing anything, Song Yuan's emotions of courage or impulsiveness were exhausted little by little while waiting, and an embarrassing sense of shame gradually emerged in his heart.

It's the kind of embarrassment and shame of being full of expectations but not being responded to.

He lowered his head and tried to adjust his facial expression, and when he raised his eyes, there was a pretended relaxed smile on his face: "Well, I, I am actually..."

He originally wanted to say that it was just a joke, but when the words came to his lips, he found that he couldn't say them at all.He's not joking, he wants to play the piano for Shen Qiyou, he doesn't want to deny this fact.

"Is this a reward for me?"

Just when Song Yuan was thinking about how to explain, Shen Qiyou who had been silent for a long time finally spoke, and then asked again: "Really?"

Song Yuan was taken aback, he didn't know why he thought so.But it is not so much a reward for Shen Qiyou as it is his own selfishness.

He shook his head: "No, it's a reward for me."

"That's mine too."

Song Yuan looked at him in surprise upon hearing this, and then smiled slightly, "Well, yours."

"Let's go, hope it doesn't close."

Song Yuan walked in front, he may never know what kind of turmoil in Shen Qiyou's heart when he heard that sentence, how the heart that was gradually no longer under his control was beating, as if to Jump out of the chest.

This kind of special treatment made him at a loss and flustered him, like a child who had never received a gift suddenly got something he had longed for a long time one day.

Song Yuan has given him many times.

He was so flustered that he didn't know how to organize his words so that the person who gave him the gift would not be disappointed. He overthrew many thoughts in his heart.

He feels bad.

He is not a good-spoken person, and the boy has been hurt many times by his words.But he didn't realize that his silence was the same as his words.

"I didn't mean to say nothing just now."

Shen Qiyou looked at the tip of his ear and said softly, "I was thinking about what to say."

Song Yuan: "Huh?"

He bent his eyes and instantly understood what he meant: "Shen Qiyou, it's okay, you can say what you think." He thought for a while and said: "You don't need to cater to me, you have the right to make your own decisions."

Shen Qiyou hummed, but what he said was still the same as before, "I'm not very good at talking, I'm afraid you won't be happy if I say the wrong thing."

Song Yuan was a little dazed by the straight ball. He looked at the man and for some reason a thought flashed in his mind. This man doesn't seem to be able to speak.

He pursed his lips: "then if I'm unhappy, will you coax me?"

Shen Qiyou replied without hesitation: "Yes."

"But I don't know how to coax."

He spoke without any ups and downs, as if he was just stating a fact, but his slightly frowned eyebrows had revealed his troubles.

Song Yuan's brows and eyes curved with a smile: "You know, you have already coaxed it."

Shen Qiyou looked at him puzzled.

He didn't say anything and shrugged slightly, he thought, even if Shen Qiyou didn't say anything and just stood there, he would be coaxed.

Song Yuan adjusted his mood and walked to the piano step by step.

What he was going to play was "Fur Elise" which was to be performed tomorrow.But he changed his mind when his hands touched the keys.

He played a favorite piece, Richard Clayderman's classic - "Ameamour".The general meaning of the title of the song is like love, like love, and the Chinese translation of the name is a very beautiful four words, whispering in autumn.

Song Yuan has played it many times, even if there is no score, it doesn't matter to him. His ten fingers staggered across the keys, and graceful notes flowed on his fingertips.

He was immersed in the world of the sound of the piano, and for a moment he forgot the existence of Shen Qiyou.When he was caught off guard and looked at someone, he saw those black and white eyes staring at him without blinking.At that moment, he was shocked by the concentration in Shen Qiyou's eyes and some emotions he couldn't understand, and his heart seemed to miss a beat.

To be precise, it wasn't surprise, but some reasons that he didn't understand himself, so that he played several wrong notes one after another.

Autumn's whispers were not long, but the short few minutes made Song Yuan feel extraordinarily long. When he came down, Shen Qiyou still looked at him like that.

Song Yuan was a little shy, he whispered: "Why are you still looking at me?"

"Because I want to see." Shen Qiyou said calmly, "I can't move my eyes."

Song Yuan lowered his head, his face turned red from being burned by the fact-statement but blunt words, he hesitated for a long time before saying: "Oh."

Seeing him like this, Shen Qiyou suddenly added another sentence, "I can say what I think as you say."

Now Song Yuan's face turned even redder, but he still couldn't refute. He looked at the time and changed the subject, saying that he was going back to the dormitory, and it was almost time to turn off the lights.

Shen Qiyou hummed.

When the two were lying on the bed, he remembered to ask Shen Qiyou how he was doing, and when he got the answer he wanted or even exceeded expectations, he happily curled the corners of his lips.

"Shen Qiyou, will you come tomorrow?"

"Ah."

But when Song Yuan came to the stage the next day, he didn't see that familiar figure at the place they designated.

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Xiao Shen—a man who is not good at words but is super straight when he knows his wife is sad and will immediately explain to coax him