fingers of musicians

It was late at night, and the riverside was extremely quiet.

The river flows slowly, as if it wants to go to the same place as the sky full of stars.

Zhong Guanbai dragged the man along for a long time, and when he came to a street lamp, he stopped and squatted on the ground like a shameless child.

The man was bent down by him, looking down at him.

Zhong Guanbai looked around, and said to the man in the silver mask with a confused face, "Sweetheart, the houses in Paris are all blue and gray with yellow walls, and I can't find my way back."

The man looked at Zhong Guanbai for a while, carried it on his back, and squatted down.

Zhong Guanbai jumped on the man's back, the man stood up, and walked southeast along the river with Zhong Guanbai on his back.

Zhong Guanbai touched the butterfly bone on the man's back, the man froze, but he still didn't speak.

They walked all the way, the man was thin, but his footsteps were steady, he walked a long way, until he reached the hotel entrance, the man's arms never let go.

There are only two waiters on duty at the front desk of the hotel.

The other side of the lobby was dark, with no one on the sparse sofas, and a black grand piano in the center.

Zhong Guanbai said to the man in a low voice: "Let's pretend to go back to the room first, and then go around from there, and I will play the piano for you."

The man glanced at him, his eyes were funny and helpless.

But Zhong Guanbai didn't realize it at all, and ran in secretly.

The man took a few steps to the front desk, glanced at the hotel clock, lowered his voice and said to the front desk clerk in French: "Mine." He paused, with hesitation and softness in his tone that did not match the temperament of the cold silver mask, "... …my love, he is very nervous about the performance at the Paris Opera in less than eighteen hours."

The waitress looked curiously at Zhong Guanbai. The big boy wearing a feather mask was hiding behind the piano, revealing a pair of eyes surrounded by black feathers.

The man touched his silver mask and said softly, "He is a very childlike pianist."

Zhong Guanbai lifted the cover of the piano, looked around, his eyes finally focused on the man's face.

"Hey, sweetheart, have you been discovered by the enemy?" Zhong Guanbai lowered his voice and shouted at the man, as if playing a spy game.

The corner of the man's mouth curled up into a helpless smile, and he turned to the waiter and said, "I remember that the soundproofing of this hotel room is very good." He took out his room card, "However, if we cause any damage to the hotel, please remember On my account."

Such a man is irresistible.

The waitress looked at him for a while, lowered her head and smiled and wrote down the room number.

There is a plate on the front desk, which contains mints for guests who check in.The man turned around to leave, but stopped again when he saw the candy, took one, then nodded to the waiter, turned and left.

He walked to the piano bench, Zhong Guanbai said: "Sweetheart, what did you do?"

The man holds out his hand.

On the palm lies a candy.

Zhong Guanbai stared blankly at the candy, a little dazed.

He picked up the candy and stared at it, "Are you going to steal the candy? Give it to me?"

The man held back his smile and nodded seriously.

Zhong Guanbai peeled off the candy wrapper, but couldn't find a place to throw it away, so he secretly stuffed the candy wrapper into the man's pocket, and the man turned his head to look to the side, pretending not to see it.

That kind of mint candy is made of two pieces of circular candy. Zhong Guanbai broke the candy in half and said, "You know, when I was young, when I went to practice the piano, my teacher would also give me a piece of it." Plum candy. There is only one kind of candy in his family, which is plum candy. He said that when he was practicing piano when he was young, someone gave him a piece of plum candy. Later, when he grew up, he stopped giving it to me. "

"He said that when people grow up, they will stop eating sugar."

One piece of candy was divided into two rings, Zhong Guanbai put one piece in his mouth, and one piece into the man's mouth.

The man looked at Zhong Guanbai with a bit of complexity in his eyes, he was caught off guard and his mouth sweetened, and he was taken aback for a moment.

"So, thank you." Zhong Guanbai said.

With sugar in his mouth, he frowned and smiled sweetly, "Sweetheart, have you ever heard a great pianist play the piano?"

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his fingertips had already landed on the keys.

A few sporadic crisp sounds, like the arrival of the glass of mineral water and the man.

A low chord, like a man bowing his head when dancing.

The smooth arpeggio is like the flowing water in the Seine, like the starry sky above the river.

In the end, the sound of the piano faded away, like a lover's whisper, like a sugar that was slowly melted by body temperature.

When all the sugar melted, the sound of the piano stopped.

Just in time for half a candy.

There is still a faint sweet taste in the mouth, and there is still a faint lingering sound in the air.

The man looked at Zhong Guanbai with burning eyes, he made a move, as if he wanted to lift up and hug Zhong Guanbai.

But he looked down at Zhong Guanbai who was sitting on the piano bench, and only took out a pen from his pocket.Zhong Guanbai seemed to know what the man wanted to do, and immediately took out a pack of napkins from his pocket.

The piece is not long, but the napkin is too small, and I used a whole pack of napkins after memorizing a piece.

"For you, "Half Sugar"... um, or "Half Sweetheart"?" Zhong Guanbai took the pen, "But I can't find a place to write the title of the song..." He stood up and kissed the man on the lips Take a sip, take the man's hand, write the words "half a sweetheart" on the palm, and then sign "great pianist" as the signature.

The man looked at the words in his hand for a while, and his slender and beautiful fingers slowly closed, but in the end they didn't make fists, as if he wanted to grasp the words but was afraid that they would be dirty and wiped off.

Tenderness always turns into extreme caution.

A piece of light came from a distance, pouring down beside the grand piano.

The man stood in the light, facing the darkness, and Zhong Guanbai stood in the darkness, facing the light.

The two stood opposite each other.Kissing turned into licking, which turned into biting.

"You're so sweet." Zhong Guanbai looked into the man's eyes with a hoarse voice.

He noticed that the man's eyes had darkened.

"Go up..." Zhong Guanbai uttered two vague words from his throat while kissing the man.

The room was dark.

The man didn't give Zhong Guanbai a chance to turn on the light, he put Zhong Guanbai's head on the bed, unbuttoned Zhong Guanbai one by one, and put the clothes on the bedside table.

The man's movements were gentle and meticulous, Zhong Guanbai couldn't bear it, he tore off the man's clothes and belt, and simultaneously reached for the man's lower body.

"You—" Zhong Guanbai rubbed the man's lower body through his underwear, but it was soft and there was no response.

Zhong Guanbai raised his head and kissed the man's ears and the side of his neck, and kept stroking the man's body with his hands.

The man seemed to have sensed that something was wrong, and his movements froze, but the next moment, as if he was a different person, he roughly kneaded Zhong Guanbai's lean waist and plump buttocks.

"Wait, wait..." Zhong Guanbai kissed the man's lips, "Sweetheart, be gentle."

The man's strength was getting stronger and stronger, Zhong Guanbai felt that the man was about to cut off his waist, but the man's lower body remained unchanged, as if facing his body, the man had no desire, but was enduring some pain.

A sense of shame suddenly surged up.

The man has no feeling for his body.

Maybe men like the way he plays the piano, but don't like having sex with him.

The last bit of alcohol and desire in his mind receded in an instant.He put his hands on the man's chest and pushed the man who wanted to kiss him away.

It took a lot of force, and the man was completely defenseless, and was suddenly pushed against the bedside table.

"Well."

"Snapped--"

The man's muffled groan and a crisp sound sounded at the same time.

Zhong Guanbai was startled, and hurriedly got out of bed to turn on the light.

The man raised his hand to block him.

Zhong Guanbai looked down and saw that the place where he was supposed to land was countless transparent fragments.

The moonlight from outside the window shone on the man's silver mask, making it frighteningly cold.

On the ground, countless transparent fragments are like galaxies that fell from the sky to the ground and shattered.

The grand piano in the cube fell out and broke a leg.

The broken piano and piano bench lay in the pile of debris, as if it had experienced some kind of catastrophe.

Zhong Guanbai couldn't see the expression on the man's face, and couldn't figure out what the man was thinking. He only felt a splitting headache after waking up.

"Sorry." He said, looking at the debris on the ground.

The man said nothing, put on his clothes silently, and walked towards the door.

By the time Zhong Guanbai put on his clothes and chased him out, the man had already disappeared.