fingers of musicians

"Your phone." Li Yichun said to Zhong Guanbai when he heard the ringtone.

Zhong Guanbai was still thinking about Lu Zaoqiu, but when he heard the reminder, he pressed the volume down button to mute the sound while looking at the screen. The person on the screen happened to be the person he was thinking about.

"Early autumn." Zhong Guanbai lowered his voice.

Lu Zaoqiu asked: "Where are you?"

"Hospital." Before Lu Zaoqiu could ask him, he explained, "Send a child in an accident. I'm fine."

Lu Zaoqiu said, "The specific address."

Zhong Guanbai didn't want Lu Zaoqiu to come over: "Zaoqiu, wait for me at home."

Lu Zaoqiu: "Well, if you want me to answer it, just call."

Zhong Guanbai: "Okay."

Lu Zaoqiu's voice became lower, as if sticking to Zhong Guanbai's ear: "Zhong Guanbai, I also want to fall in love."

Zhong Guanbai was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered the message he sent to Lu Zaoqiu in the morning, so he tentatively said boldly, "Then...cough, first take a photo and show it to me."

Lu Zaoqiu chuckled lightly: "Okay."

Zhong Guanbai pushed forward: "I want...cough, sexy, very sexy."

Lu Zaoqiu answered "Yes" again and hung up the phone.

Zhong Guanbai was suddenly a little nervous, could it be that Lu Zaoqiu also took off his clothes and lay on the bed to take selfies?No, no, he couldn't even imagine Lu Zaoqiu taking a selfie with his clothes on.

After only a few seconds, Zhong Guanbai felt the phone vibrate in his palm.

The screen displays:

Chief Lu: [picture]

Tang Xiaoli, who was on the side, stretched his neck to look at it deliberately: "Chief Lu's nude photo?"

Zhong Guanbai put the phone away, and said cautiously: "I'm going to the bathroom."

He walked to the men's bathroom, found a cubicle, locked the door, and then carefully stretched out a finger to unlock the phone screen as if to trigger a new world.

Click into the chat interface——

Not topless.

But Zhong Guanbai felt his cheeks were slightly hot, and his lower abdomen seemed to have a hot current, and his thighs to his waist became numb.

Looking at the picture, he couldn't help holding his lower body.

"Ugh..." His breath slowly became heavier.

The phone screen glowed in the compartment, illuminating Zhong Guanbai's flushed face.

The picture is reflected in Zhong Guanbai's eyes——

It was a hand resting on the strings. The five fingers were long and clean. The oval nails were trimmed into a natural and beautiful shape. The slightly curved knuckles reminded Zhong Guanbai of the feeling of it constantly entering and exiting, pressing and exploring in his body.

Such nimble and long fingers are simply, simply...

Zhong Guanbai's eyes were blurred and he thought that every time he could do whatever he wanted in his body, he could give him absolute pleasure, or he could impose a small punishment to make him beg for mercy.

"Fuck..." Zhong Guanbai cursed in a low voice.

That kind of feeling is completely different from standing in the bathroom of the hospital and being self-sufficient.

Zhong Guanbai tidied up his clothes depressedly, washed his hands, and walked out of the bathroom.

Tang Xiaoli saw Zhong Guanbai coming out, looked down at his watch, and then expressed exaggerated surprise: "It's only 7 minutes. Zhong Guanbai, I didn't expect you to be so fast."

Zhong Guanbai: "...you shut up."

Tang Xiaoli came to Zhong Guanbai's side, and said in a tone of "I'm all for your own good", earnestly said: "You can't do this, you need to take some medicine, even if you are number zero, it will affect the harmony of family life." .”

Zhong Guanbai: "...It's not what you think."

Tang Xiaoli thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "Ah, it's not that... 7 minutes is a bit too long, do you... have hemorrhoids?" He looked at Zhong Guanbai, his eyes were full of regret and sympathy , "This will affect the harmony of family life even more, Chief Lu is so pitiful."

Zhong Guanbai: "..."

Zhong Guanbai: "...bye."

Tang Xiaoli also wanted to introduce some private nursing remedies to Zhong Guanbai, Zhong Guanbai hurriedly sat beside Li Yichun and said, "Mr. Li, I want to go to school for a few days, is it convenient?"

Li Yichun said with a smile: "Just come directly, there is no inconvenience. Are you coming with Mr. Lu?"

Zhong Guanbai said: "I want to go before him." I want to wait for Lu Zaoqiu, so that he can see me as soon as he arrives at school.

Li Yichun nodded, and said, "Mr. Lu always arrives very early."

Lu Zaoqiu always went out early, Zhong Guanbai said, "Yes, I know."

At this time, the door of the emergency room opened, and the nurse came out pushing the bed.

Li Yichun hurriedly stood up and went to ask.

"The patient has woken up." The nurse said, "The condition is stable, and he is now sent to the ward to rest."

Li Yichun felt distressed when she saw the wound on A Ji's face. She watched this child grow up, just like her own daughter.

"How did you get hurt like this..."

"Teacher Li?" Aji heard Li Yichun's voice, and tilted his head that way, which affected the wound, and flinched in pain, "I don't know, as I was walking... there might be something blocking it." ...can't remember..."

The blood on her face has been cleaned up, Zhong Guanbai can see that face clearly, the girl's facial features are opened, and she can still see her appearance when she was a child.

He and Li Yichun followed the hospital bed to the ward. Li Yichun saw that Zhong Guanbai seemed to want to call Aji, so he said, "Aji, guess who is here?"

Aji couldn't figure it out, Zhong Guanbai said, "It's true...it's been too long."

"...Brother Ah Bai?" A Ji barely raised his arm, moved his fingers, and there seemed to be a little light in his dull eyes.

"Aji." Zhong Guanbai put Aji's hand back on the hospital bed, "It's me."

"Brother Ah Bai...I have a lot of things I want to tell you." A Ji was unwilling to let go of Zhong Guan Bai's hand, and kept holding it tightly, fearing that he would run away. Mozart's K545, his sonata is so well written..."

She couldn't bear the weakness in her body, and fell asleep while talking, but she didn't let go of her hand.

Li Yichun said to Zhong Guanbai: "Guan Bai, it's getting late, you go home first, come back later when you have time, I'll just stay here."

Zhong Guanbai gently pulled his hand out from between Aji's fingers: "I will pick her up when she is discharged from the hospital."

After walking out of the hospital, Tang Xiaoli suddenly sighed: "Zhong Guanbai, I found that you are very attractive to the elderly and children."

Zhong Guanbai thought about it, it seems to be.

Tang Xiaoli said sincerely: "I think, if a person can always attract the elderly and children especially, then this person must be very kind."

It was rare for him to say a good word without irony, and Zhong Guanbai felt very surprised: "It's over, is there any but?"

Tang Xiaoli said sincerely, "No."

Zhong Guanbai: "Thank you."

After walking two steps, Tang Xiaoli continued: "My car is still parked at the accident site... I still think that at this time, a kind person will choose to take a taxi home by himself instead of asking a friend to deliver it."

Zhong Guanbai: "..."

Sure enough, Tang Xiaoli was still Tang Xiaoli.

Zhong Guanbai hailed a car by himself, and when he got in, the radio station in the car was broadcasting news.

"The following is entertainment news—"

"Hey, annoying." The driver is an uncle in his fifties with an upright face. When he hears the word "entertainment", he feels that it is a disaster for the country and the people, and he plans to change the channel. Who gets married and who cheats..."

"Today's topic is: music. On the afternoon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, an amazing piano battle unfolded between pianist Zhong Guanbai and He Yinxu..." The voice of the female radio anchor came from the loudspeaker, "Senior Compared with the younger generation, the two talented pianists who are 11 years apart have chosen "Ode to the Autumn Wind". Different versions and different emotions seem to represent different life stages and understandings..."

Zhong Guan Bai Yuguang noticed that the uncle driver who was about to change the channel withdrew his hand.

The uncle driver glanced at Zhong Guanbai who was wearing a mask, and said, "It doesn't affect you, does it?"

Zhong Guanbai waved his hand: "It's okay, you can do whatever you want."

The uncle driver is a native of Beijing, and immediately chatted with the passengers as he usually did when he was carrying passengers: "I don't usually like to listen to entertainment news, but let me tell you, this guy named Zhong Guanbai , It’s okay. My daughter also learns the piano, and she’s not a professional. It’s just a hobby. She likes him a lot. She always took me to watch the video of his competition together a few years ago. I saw that the young man can play the piano very well. It's pretty good, and the image is not bad. Look at the young people now, all of them are as thin as bamboo poles, and their faces are painted as ghosts and ghosts. I don't know many of them, but he looks healthy and a bit fleshy. Tell me, should these public figures also set a positive example for young people?"

Zhong Guanbai touched his abdominal muscles: "...Yes, yes, what you said is true."

The uncle driver sighed again: "However, he has not lived up to expectations in the past two years. Let me tell you, this is just like the text "Injury Zhongyong". My son, otherwise I would have to beat him to death." After sighing, he habitually asked back, "Tell me, won't you?"

Zhong Guanbai touched his mask unconsciously, and after confirming that he was wearing it tightly, he echoed, "...Yes, yes... It's a good thing he's not your son."

The uncle driver glanced at Zhong Guanbai with a "teachable child" look: "There are not many young people like you who are willing to listen to what people have to say, really not many."

The voice of the female anchorman on the radio continued: "... just now are two excerpts of piano fighting music. Now, let's open a communication hotline. If you are listening to the radio, you have also heard this piano fighting. If you also love music , love to share, then, you are welcome to call our exchange hotline to share your music experience with other listeners. At the end of the program, we will draw a lucky caller and present a mysterious gift—”

Zhong Guanbai: "...Well, master, why don't we turn off the radio."

The driver uncle felt that he and Zhong Guanbai were already familiar with each other, so he persuaded him carelessly: "Don't bother, let's listen to what others have to say together."

Zhong Guanbai: "..."

Female anchor: "Okay, this is the listener with the phone number ending in 9077. Can you hear me? What is your last name?"

"I can hear it, I can hear it. Your surname is Ou."

Female anchor: "Hello, Ms. Ou, have you watched the video of Zhong Guanbai and He Yinxu playing piano?"

Ms. Ou: "Look, look."

Hostess: "What do you think?"

Ms. Ou: "I like it very much. I am a music teacher. Apart from watching it myself, I also played this video in music class. I personally suggest that more such activities be carried out, which is conducive to cultivating sentiment..."

Female anchor: "Then who do you think plays better in this competition?"

Ms. Ou: "They all play well. From a professional point of view, of course Zhong Guanbai is better, but He Yinxu is only in his teens, so there are plenty of opportunities..."

Female anchor: "Thank you very much for the call from Ms. Ou. The program time is limited. Let's listen to the sharing of other listeners. Okay, the following is the listener with the phone number ending in 8462. What's your name?"

"My surname is Wang." Mr. Wang said before waiting for the female anchor to answer, "I don't think this kind of program should appear."

The female anchor paused for a second, her voice was still gentle: "Why do you think so?"

Mr. Wang complained: "My daughter-in-law saw it and refused to have sex that night."

……

Hostess: "Cough, okay, now there is a new hotline, the listener with the ending number 1085. Do you have anything you want to share with other listeners?"

1085: "Yes. I am making this call to announce to the whole world: Congratulations to Dafa."

A different voice suddenly came from the radio: "Shut up! Give me the phone! Congratulations! It's Congratulations!"

……

Female anchor: "...Because there is not much time on the show, we will now turn to the listener with the end number 3766——"

3766: "I made this call just to tell those two that Zhong Guanbai's Zheng Gong is a great professor from the Conservatory of Music. Haven't you seen the video of their ensemble in the restaurant? A touching video of one protecting the other? Please shut up all other cults please?"

……

Female anchor: "...Due to the length of the program, we are now connected to the last hotline. In the last call, we sincerely hope to hear a sincere sharing about the music experience. We, sincerely look forward to——

"Okay, now I'm connected to the listener with the phone number ending in 2319. May I have your last name?"

Zhong Guanbai originally wanted to keep his head down and pretend to be dead all the way, but unexpectedly he heard the driver next door say excitedly: "Is it me? Is it me? Is my phone connected?"

Almost at the same time, the same voice came from the radio: "Is it me? Is it me? Is my phone connected?"

"..." Zhong Guanbai's body remained motionless, only his gaze shifted to the driver's uncle little by little, and then he saw that the mobile phone of the driver's uncle standing on the mobile phone holder was in the middle of a call, and the speaker was turned on.

Female anchor: "Yes, we are connecting. What is your last name?"

The uncle driver happily said, "Hey, okay, my surname is Zhang."

Female anchor: "Hello, Mr. Zhang, welcome to share your wonderful music experience with us."

The uncle driver suddenly realized that there were countless people listening to him, and he became a little nervous: "...Uh, actually, I don't know much about music, but I often listen to it with my daughter."

It may be that the previous shock was too great, but the female anchor seemed relieved after hearing this: "It's okay, everyone can enjoy music, the same piece of music, everyone can have different feelings. Because we are different, we need to share. Mr. Zhang, please tell us about your unique music experience.”

The uncle driver organized his words: "Here... I am a taxi driver, and I also went to work on the Mid-Autumn Festival. When I returned home at about seven o'clock in the evening, my wife made a table of dishes, and my daughter went downstairs to buy some. A catty of mooncakes with lotus seed paste and double yellow, a bottle of Red Star Erguotou. When I was eating, I said to watch the Mid-Autumn Festival party. My daughter said that it is boring to watch the party all the time. Why don’t we watch some others together as a family, and then let me and her mother play I downloaded the video of "Ode to the Autumn Wind" that she downloaded.

"As I listened to it, I thought, if my dad can still taste the mooncakes with salted egg yolk and drink Erguotou, that would be great.

"Listen, listen, I will look at my daughter and her mother again, and feel that my life is worth it."

Zhong Guanbai raised his head, and suddenly saw a pendant hanging on the mirror inside the car, with a photo embedded in it, it was a family portrait, an ordinary family, smiling happily.

The uncle driver seemed to forget that he was talking to the listeners of all radio stations, and he habitually asked Zhong Guanbai who was sitting in the co-pilot: "Tell me, can't you?"

The female anchor continued: "Yes, what you said is very good and very touching."

"Let the guy next to me say a few words too." The uncle driver pulled the phone off the shelf and handed it to Zhong Guanbai, "He has also listened to your program all the way, so someone has to say something, don't just I said."

The female anchor said emotionally: "As long as it is about music sharing, we are all looking forward to it."

Zhong Guanbai was forced to hold the uncle driver's mobile phone: "..."

Female anchor: "We are waiting for your sharing."

The driver uncle encouraged: "Young people, don't be shy, be more outgoing, and use it as an experience."

Zhong Guanbai had no choice but to say perfunctorily: "...I also like "Ode to the Autumn Wind" very much."

The female anchor did her homework carefully before doing this program. She has studied every interview of Zhong Guanbai several times, and she has already discovered the difference in this voice in just a few words: "This audience friend's voice is very Familiar...sounds very much like—

"Mr. Zhong Guanbai?"

Zhong Guanbai: "..."

Uncle driver: "..."

The uncle driver let out a hearty laugh: "Hahaha, your program team really likes to joke, if Zhong Guanbai is sitting next to me, I can't recognize him--" he subconsciously glanced at the co-pilot's wearing a The young man in the mask suddenly felt a little familiar, "...Hey, this, you this..."

The female anchor immediately deduced something from the uncle driver's words, and her voice became excited: "Is it really Mr. Zhong Guanbai? Have you been listening to our program? After listening to the calls from these enthusiastic listeners just now, Do you have anything to say to them?"

The call from these enthusiastic listeners just now...

Zhong Guanbai didn't know why the menacing sentence "Please shut up all other cults" just now popped out of Zhong Guanbai's mind.

Female anchor: "Mr. Zhong?"

Female anchor: "Do you have anything to say to our listeners?"

Zhong Guanbai faced the phone and said calmly, "Please shut up all other cults."

After finishing speaking, Lightspeed hung up the phone, and then Lightspeed turned off the radio.

The uncle driver started to glance at the co-pilot every few seconds, and after a few glances, he hesitated: "That..."

Zhong Guanbai looked straight ahead, his masked face looked normal: "Master, it seems that we are almost here, please step aside."

In fact, there is still a long distance from home, but he feels that he can no longer stay in this taxi.

As soon as the car stopped, he quickly threw down two banknotes, opened the car door, and fled.

Zhong Guanbai ran to the door of the house in one breath, and fumbled for the key for a long time before opening the door.

Hearing the voice, Lu Zaoqiu had already walked to the door, and asked, "What's wrong? I'm sweating from running."

Zhong Guanbai rushed forward and took a bite of Lu Zaoqiu: "...I miss you."

Lu Zaoqiu took a towel to wipe off Zhong Guanbai's sweat: "Then why don't you let me pick it up?"

Zhong Guanbai didn't answer, but leaned his head on Lu Zaoqiu's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Zaoqiu... I seem to have gotten into trouble."

While gently wiping Zhong Guanbai's sweaty forehead, Lu Zaoqiu put one hand on his back comfortingly, waiting quietly for him to continue.

"Zaoqiu, let me ask you something... After the video of our accident at Nice airport and the video of us playing together and kissing in the restaurant were released last time, have you been affected?" Zhong Guanbai raised his head and carefully looked into Lu Zaoqiu's eyes , Lu Zaoqiu was too considerate and forbearing, he was worried about missing the slightest detail.

At that time they were all abroad, far away from social networks, besides, Zhong Guanbai's heart was hanging on Lu Zaoqiu's ear, and he had no time to care about him. Later, when he returned to the country, he was worried about Wen Yue'an again. It wasn't about today, he wouldn't think of it at all. Their relationship has long been exposed before everyone.

"What influence?" Lu Zaoqiu asked lightly.

"It's just... I don't know, did anyone say something in front of you? Did Sister Ying Ru, or other people in your family, or the leaders of the academy look for you? And those on the Internet..."

"They won't be an influence." Lu Zaoqiu looked very calm, "Although I didn't deliberately mention it before, but I never denied it, Guan Bai," Lu Zaoqiu put his arms around Zhong Guanbai's waist and brought him into his arms, " I'm not going to be ready after all these years..."

Zhong Guanbai felt Lu Zaoqiu's breath gently brushing against his ears, and his soft and quiet voice made people feel at ease: "Actually, when we were not together, I was already ready.

"So, don't worry."

Zhong Guanbai bit Lu Zaoqiu's lips hard, sucking continuously.

A special color flashed in Lu Zaoqiu's eyes, it was a special kind of love, although he already loved Zhong Guanbai enough, but whenever he was strongly needed by Zhong Guanbai like this, whenever Zhong Guanbai took a completely undisguised When the enthusiasm and vitality of Lu Zaoqiu, when those enthusiasm and vitality are generated by Lu Zaoqiu, that special love will still be revealed.

"Early...early autumn...I think tonight...well...before we officially start dating, I still have to tell you about the trouble I just caused..." Zhong Guanbai gasped.

Lu Zaoqiu untied Zhong Guanbai's belt with one hand, and touched Zhong Guanbai's rear with one hand. Through the cotton underwear, his nimble fingers penetrated into Zhong Guanbai's body bit by bit, and the textile also followed his fingers a little. Little by little, he was pushed into Zhong Guanbai's body.

"Hmm... Lu Zaoqiu..." Zhong Guanbai almost couldn't stand up, he could only hug Lu Zaoqiu's back, "Don't... don't connect with that... let me tell you first... huh... huh... "

Fingers get deeper and deeper.

"It seems that falling in love is more important." The slender and strong fingers pressed heavily on a certain bump, "Isn't it?"