Ask your heart and soul

"..." Fu Ye thought he was hallucinating, and the sudden palpitations disappeared in an instant.What the hell is mom? !Is this drunk talk?This guy can even talk so clearly when he's drunk?He even called him mother, how could he look like a mother?Almost like fucking!

Fu Ye swears, the veins on his forehead twitch, but after Bai Wan calls out "Mom", she looks like a normal person, her body softens, and she falls back into the back seat.

"...I said Bai Wan, you didn't do it on purpose, did you?"

His answer was a soft snore.

"..." Fu Ye looked at the huddled person in the back seat and laughed angrily. For the first time, he felt defeated.

Fu Ye has a detached villa on the outskirts of the city, which is also where he usually does his creations. It is quiet and secluded, so he doesn't have to worry about being disturbed.He drove the car there, carried Bai Wan out of the back seat, and carried him all the way back to the villa.He was slightly surprised by the weight on his arms.Anyway, Bai Wan is also a big man of 1.8 meters. He is so light and thin, so he can't help but wonder if this man has eaten. Is it really like those fans ridiculed? ?

The second floor of the villa is the guest room. Fu Ye originally wanted Bai Wan to sleep there, but when he smelled the alcohol on this man, he immediately changed his mind.

He threw Bai Wan on the sofa.

"Just sleep here, and it will be dawn in a few hours."

Bai Wan didn't know if she heard it, she wrinkled her nose childishly, turned around, and turned her back to Fu Ye, as if she didn't want to talk to him.

"Hey! This guy!" Fu Ye lost his temper, he stretched out his hand and pulled Bai Wan back, forcing him to face him face to face.

This time, Bai Wan was very docile, her eyes were still closed, and the eyeballs rolled under the thin eyelids, but they didn't move again.

There is only one floor lamp left in the living room, right next to the sofa, the ambiguous light shines on Bai Wan's peaceful sleeping face, there is a kind of gentleness like the quiet years.

Fu Ye watched him quietly for a while, then got up and brought a light blanket from the guest room, and covered Bai Wan's body.When he bent down, he suddenly found something crystal clear in the corner of Bai Wan's eyes, like a rhinestone hanging there, precarious.

Are those tears?

Bai Wan is crying?

Was he having a nightmare?

Thinking of the crying "Mom", Fu Ye felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart, he reached out his hand involuntarily, and wiped away the tears for Bai Wan.

Fu Ye returned to the bedroom after taking a shower, completely sleepless.He has always been a very self-disciplined and restrained person, and rarely has such restless moments. Even during the time after Jiang Zhiming left, he should still eat and sleep, and his biological clock and schedule were meticulous and rigorous. Like a robot.Even if the flood in my heart is overwhelming, I never show it on the surface, let alone let these things affect my work and life.But now, maybe it's because the night is too late, maybe it's because he saw a ghost tonight and meddled in a business that he would never care about normally, maybe it was Bai Wan's "Mom" that touched him, and he actually lost sleep.

He remembered that before Bai Wan called that "Mom", he said "Do you like me, okay? I will work hard, and I will work hard to become what you like." Is this what he said to his mother?Why would you beg your mother to like him?Or with such a humble gesture?Fu Ye thought of the interviews he had seen with Bai Wan. No matter what the interviews were, when his parents were mentioned, Bai Wan always looked grateful and proud, thankful that he was born into a happy family.However, how could a favored son say such things to his mother?

Fu Ye couldn't imagine.

His own family is very good. His mother is a painter and his father is a businessman. Since he was a child, he has traveled all over the world with his parents.Because he is interested in music, wherever he goes, his parents will invite him the best local music teacher, but they never force him to study.Growing up in such a relaxed and enlightened environment, Fu Ye has an independent personality, loves freedom very much, and his love for music is growing day by day.Later, he was admitted to a famous music academy in the United States to study composition. It was there that he met Jiang Zhiming and Su Xu, which changed his life plan.Originally, he wanted to stay abroad and become a composer, but when Jiang Zhiming wanted to return to China to become a singer, he followed suit, and just like that, he stepped into the showbiz circle with one foot.He and Jiang Zhiming's secret lover relationship was not told to anyone, not even Su Xu, but he told his parents.His parents didn't have any objections to this, they just said that he is an adult and can decide everything by himself, but at the same time he must be responsible for himself.

After his father's business ended, he brought his mother to settle in France. Although it was rare to see him once a year, the family relationship was as close and harmonious as ever. It was hard for Fu Ye to imagine that someone had to work hard to get maternal love.

He was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a muffled "bang" from the living room.

Fu Ye hurriedly went out to have a look, the sofa was empty, Bai Wan disappeared?

Walking over to look again, Bai Wan somehow fell off the sofa and sat on the ground, with both hands anxiously pulling at the neckline, revealing a large expanse of fair and moist skin.

"what happened to you?"

"Here, it's wet."

Fu Ye took a closer look and saw that Bai Wan's chest was indeed wet, and when he saw an upturned cup next to him, he understood more than half of it.

Perhaps because of Fu Ye's complexion, Bai Wan timidly shrank her neck and explained, "I, drink water. I'm thirsty."

"Are you a three-year-old child? Drinking water like this?" Fu Ye pulled out a few napkins and wiped him. When his hands touched the wet skin, he paused and handed the napkins to him. To him, "You wipe it yourself."

Bai Wan clumsily picked up a tissue and wiped it carelessly. His skin was white and thin. Once he rubbed it, the skin on his neck soon turned red, which looked very strange under the light.

Fu Ye snatched the tissue: "Forget it, don't wipe it, go to sleep."

He was a little irritable in his heart, deeply felt that he had done a stupid thing tonight, why would he bring back this drunken and mentally regressed five-year-old guy, and just call Su Xu, Ye Chengen, whoever he wanted?Just asking for trouble!

Just thinking about how to throw this guy out, Bai Wan suddenly said, "Sleep and tell stories."

"?"

"A bedtime story." Bai Wan looked at him with a pair of bright eyes.

"...can't tell."

"Let's sing a song!" Bai Wan said, pulling his arm, "My classmates' mothers all sang to them..."

Do you really think of him as a mother?Fu Ye couldn't laugh or cry, just as he was about to have an attack, Bai Wan suddenly leaned her head up, rested her head on his arm, and stroked it lightly like a kitten.

His temper was so stubborn, but his hair was soft, like feathers, which made Fu Ye's heart feel soft and itchy.

Such a soft and cute Bai Wan is simply powerless.

He gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll sing you a song, and then you're going to sleep."

"Okay." Bai Wan immediately showed a cute smile, sat upright, and stared at him intently.

Fu Ye walked to the piano in the living room, opened the piano cover and sat down. After thinking for a while, he lowered his wrists.

The clear and crisp piano sound was full, like a brisk stream, dripping down from the black and white keys, and soon filled the entire living room.The cool night wind blows the white gauze curtains, and the moonlight pours in, coating the prelude of flowing clouds and flowing water with a layer of silver frost.Suddenly, the melody slowed down, and the particles of the music melted into the bright moonlight, as if a stream merged into a big river, and the tune became soothing and gentle.

At this time, Fu Ye's voice sounded, it seemed to be humming impromptuly, some lyrics were still very vague, and the only words that could be heard clearly were——

"I asked where is the blue in the sky,

I asked the sun where is the light,

I asked where is the dream in the dark night

I asked the past where is the smell of wine

everywhere in the world,

Ask the deepest conjecture of the universe

All questions have answers,

I ask my heart if it loves you,

She was speechless, but she didn't speak..."

Bai Wan was stunned to hear the words repeated over and over again.Fu Ye's voice was hoarse and sexy, as if it was lingering against his ears.It seems to be free and easy, but it goes straight to his heart like a snake.The snake wagged its head and tail, entangled his heart, and entangled his brain, sweeping away all chaotic and chaotic thoughts.Suddenly, a flash of clarity flashed in his mind, and thousands of images emerged.

He thought of the comfort when the evening wind blew across the roof, of the campus overlooking it; of the tension and throbbing when performing with the band, of the barbecue and draft beer at the roadside stall after the performance; The eagle on the wind’s arm reminded him of his cello-like voice and the smile on his lips; he remembered the cheers of thousands of people standing on the magnificent stage when the host announced his name, and remembered I remembered the joy when I heard my new song in the coffee shop on the corner; I remembered that someone rescued him when he was most frustrated and depressed, and someone helped him when he was most helpless. He thought of many, many things, and even remembered a throat lozenge that the music teacher gave him when his voice changed and his voice was hoarse, and when he thought he would never sing again and panicked.

These are the only tender moments in his life. He feels a certain part of his chest burning hot, as if something is about to move and is about to break out of its shell.

He clutched his chest tightly, unable to move, watching Fu Ye stop his hands, get up, and walk towards him step by step.

Covered in moonlight, Fu Ye stepped on the velvet carpet with bare feet, and walked towards him step by step, his eyes were as cold as snow, but his expression was gentle.

"Does it sound good?"

"Ah."

"Can I go to sleep now?"

"Ah."

Bai Wanwan wanted to get up and sit back on the sofa, but her legs were weak, and she almost fell down when she tried hard, but Fu Ye was quick to support him.The two were very close to each other, sniffing each other, and both were a little dazed.Bai Wan noticed the bright red stud on Fu Ye's left earlobe again, and reached out to explore it like a bewildered man.

As soon as he touched it, Fu Ye trembled suddenly, let go of his hand, and threw him back onto the sofa.

"what are you doing?"

"Me?" Bai Wan looked at her hands blankly, not knowing what she wanted to do.

Fu Ye asked vigilantly, "Do you know who I am?"

"You are? You are Fu Ye."

Fu Ye was stunned for a moment: "Are you awake?"

Bai Wan's head was still dizzy, she could barely recognize someone, she looked at him and said, "You, you, Fu Ye, where is this? I, why am I here?"

Fu Ye didn't answer him, just said: "You sleep a little longer, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Bai Wan vaguely remembered a very important question, and hurriedly asked: "Just, what was that song just now?"

"I sang casually, there is no song title."

"Oh."

"How about you get one?"

Bai Wan stammered, "I, I can't think of it either."

"Forget it." Fu Ye said lightly, "Go to sleep, good night."

He turned off the floor lamp, and the living room suddenly fell into a deep sea-like darkness and silence.

Bai Wan lay on the sofa, unable to fall asleep, the alcohol gradually dissipated, but Fu Ye's singing began to reverberate in his head.He rubbed his hands on his chest repeatedly, feeling that the place was burning hot, as if something was about to move and was about to burst out of its shell.

Ah, it's that snail, it wants to stick out its tentacles to see the world again.