kiss goodnight

Wen Ke carried Jiang Yi'an back to the Changjiang Bridge, turned left onto Yunjin Road, a narrow road appeared in the middle of a row of lush camphor trees, and the wheels ran over it. In the gradually widening field of vision, there stood a building that combines retro and fashion elements. The house, the main door is closed at this time.

Only Mercedes-Benz was parked in the empty courtyard. Jiang Yian loosened his seat belt and asked suspiciously, "Isn't the door closed?"

Wen Ke picked out the keys and wallet from the storage compartment: "Can I bring you here with the door open?"

Jiang Yi'an was taken aback for a moment, and said with a smile, "Officer Wen is really thoughtful."

The owner of this music restaurant is a foreigner. He is closed every Saturday and closes the shop to entertain relatives and friends. His partner and Wen Ke are classmates in the police academy. After graduation, he was assigned a job for two years. He felt tired and tired all the time, so he resigned Made an investment.

Half a minute after making the call, the door opened from the inside, and they were greeted by a Chinese waiter: "Mr. Wen?"

Wen Ke nodded, and the waiter invited the two of them to enter the door. The long corridor was covered with a log-colored floor, and a high table was set up a few steps apart. There were several kinds of precious flowers in the porcelain vases placed on it, and the tangy aroma filled the nostrils. Pleasant.

The content of the decorative painting involves scenic spots in seven or eight countries, presented in the form of watercolor, and the wall lamps on both sides cast gentle light.From a long distance, he could hear the piano music lingering in the main hall, and his mind was drawn. Jiang Yi'an habitually pricked up his ears, and then looked at Wen Ke: "It's "Letting Go" by Isaac Shepard."

The waiter said in surprise: "Sir, you are really amazing."

Jiang Yi'an slightly bent his eyes: "I happened to have heard the works of this master before, and he also tried electronic music and rock."

After being seated, Jiang Yi'an looked around. There were not many people dining, there were about five or six tables, all of which were foreign faces, and a grand piano was placed in the middle area.Wen Ke had already ordered the menu on the way to pick up Jiang Yi'an. He didn't taste two sips of Belgian red wine and two pieces of bread before the meal. The waiter brought a plate of Southeast Asian king crab, and the side dish was a vegetarian salad.

Jiang Yi'an straightened his back and pinched the flesh on his waist: "It's evil, it's so hot."

Wen Ke cut the medium-rare steak without any pressure: "Eat it, I won't dislike you if you get fat."

"I'm telling you something very serious." Jiang Yi'an picked up the knife and said to the king crab, "I can eat it when I'm in a good mood."

Wen Ke remembered: "From now on, I will be responsible for making you happy, and you will be responsible for making me poor."

"Forget it." Jiang Yi'an picked up a piece of crab meat, narrowed his eyes and said, "When I think about how hard you work every day and you can't make much money, I can't bear to eat this meal."

Wen Ke commented sincerely: "Jiang's lead singer is really virtuous."

After finishing the king crab, he was stuffing the freshly cooked lychee meat into his mouth. A melodious and melodious saxophonic sound came from behind him. The melody was all too familiar. It was "Happy Birthday Song".The birthday star is a ten-year-old Russian girl. Jiang Yi'an turned around, saw the candlelight shining on her delicate smiling face, and quietly sent her blessings in his heart, "Happy birthday, grow up smoothly".

Looking away, Jiang Yi'an blinked his eyelashes, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "Wen Ke, when is your birthday?"

Wen Ke replied: "It's over."

Jiang Yi'an said "Oh", and began to think while drinking the mushroom soup. They met at the beginning of the year, and they often get together after the new year. In this way, he should have missed Wen Ke's birthday: "How did you spend that day?"

Wen Ke said casually: "The noodles in clear soup and octopus with chopped peppers for dinner."

Jiang Yi'an was stunned, his eyes widened slowly, and a memory flashed in his mind, no wonder Wen Ke came back from the night market and said that he wanted to eat noodles the next day. It turned out that they were longevity noodles that were endowed with "birthday meaning".

In the second half of the meal, Jiang Yi'an was restless. On such an important day, he was fooled by two dishes with poor cooking skills. He has a problem. Once something is on his mind, if he fails to handle it properly Can't sleep peacefully at night.

There are not many things to think about now, except Wen Ke, and Wen Ke.

After dinner, Wen Ke wiped his mouth and got up, carrying his wallet and walking to the cashier.Jiang Yi'an pursed his lips and tapped his forehead, his gaze fell on the luxurious piano, he had no time to think, he stretched his neck and looked around, the Chinese waiter disappeared, and the old man sitting in the distance wearing a mirror and smoking a pipe looked Quite the demeanor of a shop owner.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and greeted in Chinese: "Hello."

The boss raised his head, the gray beard under his nose curled up into a straight line, he just smiled and said nothing.

Knowing that the other party could not understand Chinese, Jiang Yi'an asked: "Could I use the piano, please?"

The boss took off the pipe and said in a thick voice, "What would you like to do, sir?"

Jiang Yi'an explained the reason sincerely: "Well, Ifeel guilty about missing my precious person's birthday and want to play atune for him. May I?"

The boss is a temperamental person, he smiled and said: "Sure."

When Wen Ke came back from paying the bill, Jiang Yi'an was not on the seat. He put his wallet in his pocket and looked around. To his surprise, there was a familiar figure sitting in front of the gorgeous Steinmag piano.

This is a German violin, and every detail comes from the superb manufacturing technology in Germany. Jiang Yi'an raised the lid of the violin, and played an ethereal chord with his flat hands. like beauty.

In the past half month, Jiang Yi'an huddled between the sofa and coffee table and looked at the vivid scenery outside the window. She put her thoughts on paper and pen, and the lyrics and music that she had already engraved in her heart were thanks to Wen Ke for her long-term care and attention.

The prelude was not long, and Jiang Yi'an accidentally met the longing eyes of the Russian girl. In order to reflect the atmosphere, he temporarily changed and added a few bars of famous tunes. After a piece of beautiful pure music, he slowly said in the progressive melody, "I thought Mountains and seas, high shores, far away", the solid wood keyboard feedbacks the soft touch of the fingertips, and gradually, the flowing piano sound and cool timbre attract more attention from others, "Withered roses are everywhere, tumultuous, defeated."

Wen Ke leaned back against the wall, crossed his arms in front of his chest, gazed affectionately, and listened quietly. "The rest of my life is blank, time eliminates expectations", the dim light falls into Jiang Yi'an's clear pupils, the long eyelashes are adorned with a little bit of light, and a pair of thin wrists forcefully press down on the keys, "Tough attitude, unwilling to reconcile with the world".

The sound of cups and cups is still, and in the music restaurant, only one person and one piano are left to perform vividly.

The increasingly fast rhythm ignited a hot, rising climax in his chest. Jiang Yi'an raised his eyes, looked over the strangers around him, and looked at Wen Ke devoutly: "But all of this, when you appear."

"Sunshine shines into the cracks in dreams, and the sea of ​​stars can be seen in the desert. At the end of the night, you are waiting." Looking into Jiang Yi'an in Wen Ke's eyes, he knew that he was no longer lonely in his unfinished life. Feeling satisfied, "Want to do it again, again..."

Jiang Yi'an smiled, willing to dedicate these clean hands to Wen Ke's deepest romance, "Kiss the rose, hug you", he knew that the person in front would always be standing in the brightest place waiting for him, so, " Regaining freedom, running towards you."

The sound of the piano slid to the end, there was a few applause, and the childish voice of the Russian girl shouted "Bravo". Several diners held up the glass and pointed the slanted mouth of the glass towards Jiang Yi'an in front of the piano, sending him extremely sincere blessings.Different from all the stages he faced in the past, and also different from every carefully rehearsed performance, Jiang Yi'an lowered his head, his heart beating clearly and violently, and he was praying that Wen Ke would like this belated birthday present.

The left wrist was firmly grabbed, and Wen Ke, who didn't know when to approach, bent over and said to Jiang Yi'an, "Come here."

Staggering and following the person in front of him into the dark and narrow corridor, his back hit the wall fiercely, Wen Ke hugged Jiang Yi'an's body tightly, wishing to embed this thin bone into his own skin.

Jiang Yian struggled lightly, Wen Ke said in a low voice, "Don't move, or I will kiss you."

It was said that the dangling arms did not dare to come down for a long time, but what gave back to Wen Ke was the rapid breathing caused by the intensified heartbeat. Jiang Yi'an hesitated to slide his Adam's apple, and while hugging Wen Ke, he turned his face gently, Carefully rubbing the hair on his temples: "Is my performance okay?"

Wen Ke was still enduring, the desire to extinguish was rampant in his chest, he took out his rationality at work to forcefully restrain his emotions, paused for a few seconds, and replied: "I rarely see you playing the piano."

Jiang Yi'an said: "If it's too common, I won't be surprised."

After a long silence, even breaths, the touching skin was still hot, Wen Ke asked: "Is that song written just now for me?"

Jiang Yi'an leaned on his shoulder and nodded: "Well, true fan, please leave a comment."

Wen Ke scratched the itchy flesh on his waist: "Rongsheng ranked first in my heart, what's the name of the song?"

Jiang Yi'an begged for mercy and hid to the side: "Hey, don't make trouble, it's called "Until."

A pot of roses at the corner of the corridor exudes a rich fragrance and is in full bloom.

——I used to think that I was in a deep quagmire, and there would never be a day, until I met you.

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