fingers of musicians

Before the performance on the second night, the entire orchestra had an early dinner in the hotel's cafeteria.

Zhong Guanbai sat in the corner by himself, holding an apple in his hand, gnawing on it bit by bit.

He was lost in thought when he heard a louder sound of gnawing apples overhead.

Looking up, it was Ji Wentai.

Dean Ji looked at Zhong Guanbai with a gesture of disdain for a tiny creature, "Hey, why did you go last night? You were in a trance. After a while, put on makeup to cover up the dark circles under your eyes, and the bags under your eyes are bigger than mine."

"...that's lying silkworm." Zhong Guanbai retorted.

"Distinguish the concepts, treat the symptoms but not the root cause." Ji Wentai threw the apple core on Zhong Guanbai's table, picked up the napkin on the table and wiped his hands gracefully, "In the evening there will be Rachmaninoff's Third Piano "Concerto", I know you can play it down, I just say, don't be too egotistical."

Zhong Guanbai stared at the apple core in a daze, Wen Yuean was a gentleman like jade, he didn't learn anything from him, instead he learned Ji Wentai's habit of throwing things around.

Zhong Guanbai felt a little uncomfortable, the candy wrapper that was stuffed into the man's pocket, now I don't know where it is.

"I won't make trouble at night," he said.

"Just keep out of trouble? You have to learn from Lu Zaoqiu and strive for perfection... But he also has problems, too standard, not human. Forget it, you can do it like this, there must be someone like him in a regiment, and someone like you." Yes." Ji Wentai threw the napkin stained with apple juice on Zhong Guanbai's table, and left.

After Zhong Guanbai finished nibbling the apple, he took the cup to pour coffee.

Tao Xuan happened to come over to pour coffee too: "Hey, what did Boss Ji tell you?"

"Say I'm overindulgent, and the bags under my eyes are bigger than his." Zhong Guanbai ran the train absent-mindedly.

Tao Xuan intentionally smiled obscenely: "That French guy looks very...hehe, doesn't he?"

Zhong Guanbai was speechless: "That's a number zero, probably not as good as me."

Tao Xuan is a straight man, I don't know why after hearing this kind of gossip, he also felt a strange disappointment, "It didn't work out? I found that you might be a little bit unacceptable. The one you asked out last time didn't seem to work out, just the special one. Handsome Chinese boy..."

"Maybe." Zhong Guanbai suddenly became serious, "Am I very unattractive?"

Tao Xuan said sincerely: "For me, yes."

Zhong Guanbai: "Get lost."

Tao Xuan corrected his attitude and asked, "What's going on?"

Zhong Guanbai was a little speechless.

If a person has been good-looking since he was a child, it is difficult for him not to know it.

In this regard, Zhong Guanbai is a mortal after all.

It’s rare to meet someone with special feelings, but the other party didn’t respond, he didn’t get it, he couldn’t face it, he was unhappy when he said it, he wanted to keep silent and felt aggrieved: “It’s just... well, I met another one in the bar later people."

Tao Xuan looked at Zhong Guanbai with great interest, and he almost put on a doge face.

"I drank too much, and I can't remember some details. He should be a French Asian." Zhong Guanbai's expression became more serious, "I think he is very special. Like...well, for example, you have Haven't you ever felt like, 'I've practiced the piano for so many years just to play for this person in front of me' when I played the piano?"

Tao Xuan was agitated, empathetic and said: "I have."

Zhong Guanbai felt that he had met a confidant, "Tell me, when."

Tao Xuan said solemnly: "During the first grade examination."

Zhong Guanbai: "..."

Tao Xuan: "It's my first time participating in a competition."

Zhong Guanbai: "Do you know why you are an alternate?"

Tao Xuan: "..."

Zhong Guanbai: "This is the reason."

Tao Xuan: "Hehe."

He "hehe" after Zhong Guanbai finished, he still felt that he was not lethal enough, so he asked knowingly: "Oh, then did you handle people?"

"...No." Zhong Guanbai thought about the silver mask, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable, but it was not unbearable, it was more like a regret, such as missing a priceless non-essential item, "I think he might be a straight man...he doesn't have feelings for me. In fact, I later thought, it's okay not to have sex, there are so many who can, why bother, it's good to be friends."

Tao Xuan was amazed, "It's not like you."

Zhong Guanbai walked back with his coffee in his hand, "There are some things, really, you will know when you meet them."

Tao Xuan teased: "Then you will be a good man from now on, wait for such a rainbow to appear?"

Zhong Guanbai shook his head and laughed, "You think I'm Wang Baochuan. Let's talk about it if we meet. I'm a normal man anyway."

After he finished speaking, he saw Lu Zaoqiu who was a few steps away, so he nodded politely.

Lu Zaoqiu passed him by with indifferent eyes.

Zhong Guanbai recalled Lu Zaoqiu's indifferent eyes again, and his heart was broken into countless pieces like that transparent cube.

He suddenly remembered that he had seen that look once.

After the European tour, they performed in Beijing.

At the end of the performance, Luo Shubei gave him roses, and Lu Zaoqiu gave him the same look, his eyes were as empty as if there was nothing.

After that, I heard that the chief violinist of the orchestra was out of school due to injury.

The chief executive of Lu University has always been a man of influence, so Zhong Guanbai has always listened to such news directly as a legend in the world, and doesn't care about it.

A year later, Lu Zaoqiu returned again, his fingers covered with thin white bandages.

At that time, he watched Lu Zaoqiu take off the bandages. On his almost flawless hands, the surgical scars ran across the intersecting fingers, which was almost terrifying.

He originally thought that Lu Zaoqiu had an operation to cut open the joints of his ten fingers and sew them up again, just to pursue a larger finger span and play more difficult pieces, but Lu Zaoqiu told him: "I don't want to learn piano. I just want to Get a feel for your world."

Regarding this sentence, Zhong Guanbai at that time listened as a confession.

So he decided that he would definitely be able to catch up with Lu Zaoqiu, and he was sure of winning.

At this moment, he finally knew that those words were more despair than confession.

He couldn't imagine how Lu Zaoqiu felt when he returned to school after surgery in despair, accepted his pursuit, and told him calmly, "I'm ED."

Zhong Guanbai, you really deserve to die.

Lu Yingru watched Zhong Guanbai's expression change, "Do you remember?"

Zhong Guanbai raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

He said to Lu Yingru, "Sorry."

Lu Yingru said coldly, "Why are you apologizing to me?"

Zhong Guanbai: "Sister Yingru, I apologize for what happened next." After he finished speaking, he rushed into the ward and locked Lu Yingru out.

He walked towards Lu Zaoqiu lightly.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly realized that in fact, he couldn't quarrel with Lu Zaoqiu.

Lu Zaoqiu couldn't hear anything.

Zhong Guanbai stood behind Lu Zaoqiu, Lu Zaoqiu opened his eyes and looked out the window, but did not notice anyone behind him.After a long time, Lu Zaoqiu seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly turned his head, and Zhong Guan's white-haired dazed look caught his eyes unexpectedly.

Zhong Guanbai looked down and out, his whole body was dirty, his arms were covered with bruises, his face was fine just now, but when he went out and came in again, one side was swollen.

Lu Zaoqiu raised his hand with difficulty, and touched Zhong Guanbai's swollen face.

Zhong Guanbai was afraid that he would worry, "I did it myself." After finishing speaking, he closed his mouth regretfully, pointed at himself, and then patted his face twice with his hand.

Lu Zaoqiu's voice sounded weak, "I told you to go out, and you made yourself like this?"

This kind of gentle reproach made Zhong Guanbai feel very sad. He went to the table to get a pen and paper, and wrote: "Then can I not go out? Chief Lu, I don't want to go out." After finishing writing, he drew another poor expression, he held up the paper to Lu Zaoqiu.

Lu Zaoqiu looked at Zhong Guanbai for a long time, then nodded slightly.

Zhong Guanbai squatted down and lay in front of Lu Zaoqiu's hospital bed.He had too many things to say clearly at once, but Lu Zaoqiu couldn't hear anything, so he wanted to write to Lu Zaoqiu.

Lu Zaoqiu sighed, "Don't move. Listen to me."

Zhong Guanbai propped his head like a primary school student in class, and looked at Lu Zaoqiu eagerly.

"At least for now, I haven't accepted this matter." Lu Zaoqiu lowered his eyes and didn't look into Zhong Guanbai's eyes, "So, give me some time."

Zhong Guanbai nodded desperately, and couldn't help repeating quickly and anxiously: "It will be fine, it will be fine, the doctor didn't say it won't be fine, it will definitely be fine, it will definitely be fine..."

But Lu Zaoqiu couldn't hear it, he still lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the ground.There was no emotion on his face, but his eyelashes fluttered uncontrollably, faintly revealing uneasiness. After a long time, he struggled to make a sound:

"Until then...stay with me."

A dead silence.

Absolute silence that can't even hear your own heartbeat is enough to make any ordinary person collapse, enough to destroy the will of any self-proclaimed tough person.

What's more, Lu Zaoqiu used to have such a keen hearing that surpassed ordinary people.

He once said: "I only trust my ears."

Such a subtle difference, even a luthier like Lance didn't notice it.

That is talent, and it is the result of countless days and nights of training.It can almost be said that those days and nights constitute the current Lu Zaoqiu.

A good person who has lost his goodness cannot be called a good person.

Then, Lu Zaoqiu who has lost his hearing doesn't seem to be called Lu Zaoqiu anymore.

Lu Zaoqiu felt the bed shaking, he slightly raised his eyes to look at Zhong Guanbai.

Zhong Guanbai fell to his knees on the ground, his face covered with tears.

Lu Zaoqiu slowly raised his hand to wipe away Zhong Guanbai's tears: "Don't cry anymore."

Zhong Guanbai's tears kept falling silently.

Lu Zaoqiu forced a gentle smile from the corner of his mouth, and while wiping Zhong Guanbai's tears, he said, "I told you to go out, and you really did. I told you not to cry, why didn't you listen?"

This almost seemed to be acting like a baby, it was too soft, how could Lu Zaoqiu usually talk like this, when Zhong Guanbai heard it, it was as if someone had grabbed the softest part of his heart, and the tears couldn't stop hitting Lu Early autumn on the fingers.