fingers of musicians

No one has ever told Lu Zaoqiu this.

The Lu family never talked like this. It should be said that in the Lu family, no one would discuss such a topic, because even mentioning these words was regarded as a kind of weakness.

When Lu Zaoqiu was very young, his father asked his subordinates to take him and Lu Yingru to the Florence Art Museum to see Michelangelo's "David".Before he went, his father called them before him and said, "Come back and tell me why men should be like David."

When standing in front of the statue of David, Lu Yingru asked Lu Zaoqiu: "Zaoqiu, how are you going to answer father?"

Lu Zaoqiu stared at the statue, and replied: "The eyes, and the muscle lines."

"No." Lu Yingru was only ten years old that year. She glanced at Lu Zaoqiu, then raised her head to look up at the statue of David, and said in a tone that did not belong to her age, "Zaoqiu, you are right, but you can't If you answer your father like this, you have to tell him, because "David" will always stand on the marble base and be admired by thousands of people. This is the answer he wants."

But when they returned to Lu's house, Lu Zaoqiu was unwilling to answer.

Lu Yingru took a step forward, stood in front of Lu Zaoqiu, and said to Father Lu who was dissatisfied: "Father, it's not just men. Our Lu family all stand on marble pedestals, and I, Lu Yingru, are the same. "

Like everyone in the Lu family, Lu Zaoqiu grew up from a barefoot boy holding a violin to the principal sitting in the first row of the symphony orchestra. During the process, there were many difficulties and obstacles. Not tired.

He looked at Zhong Guanbai, the latter's eyes were firm and burning, his honey-colored skin was soaked in the sun, every inch of his muscle line was just right, as beautiful as if he had just grown out of the sun.

Such a direct confession, such a hot body, gave Lu Zaoqiu an illusion, as if Zhong Guanbai at this moment is the concept of life itself.

"Ah Bai." Lu Zaoqiu said, "Come here."

But Zhong Guanbai only took half a step, and he said again: "Don't move."

The sunlight only falls on the ground beside the bed, the boundary between that dazzling light and other places in the house is so obvious, it seems like a sin for Zhong Guanbai to cross this boundary.

Zhong Guanbai only paused for a moment, then threw himself on top of Lu Zaoqiu without hesitation.

The skin, which was so hot that it was almost hot, was slowly pressed down from above.

"Lu Zaoqiu, do you know..." Zhong Guanbai unfastened Lu Zaoqiu's belt and buckle, fondled it fondly for a while, then started kissing from Lu Zaoqiu's lower body, and then gradually extended to the lower abdomen, side waist, and chest , arm, back of hand, fingers, collarbone, Adam's apple, chin... Finally, it stopped on the piano kiss next to the jaw, sucking and licking continuously, and at the same time put Lu Zaoqiu's cold hand on his hot chest, "I I love you so much that it hurts here."

Feeling the violent heartbeat under the palm of his hand, Lu Zaoqiu said in a low voice, "I know."

"You don't know, you don't know..." Zhong Guanbai's hand tightly covered the back of Lu Zaoqiu's, as if he wanted to press Lu Zaoqiu's hand into his chest, and directly touch the throbbing heart. "Lu Zaoqiu, you only know that I love you, but you don't know how much I love you.

"If you knew, how would you be willing to hide a part of my love?"

"Ah Bai." Lu Zaoqiu thought for a long time, with a trace of bewilderment on his brows, "I... I'm used to it."

It is a habit, and it also comes with a need.Lu Zaoqiu needs to be demanded by Zhong Guanbai and relied on by Zhong Guanbai anytime and anywhere, so that Zhong Guanbai can feel at ease and meet all of Zhong Guanbai's expectations.

"So, Abai, you...don't like it?" Lu Zaoqiu looked into Zhong Guanbai's eyes and asked.

When he asked this question, his deep voice was like the surface of water reflecting stars in the dark night. It seemed to be calm, but there was a little halo in the water, like hope. How much thought has been put into it is not willing to say it to others.

Zhong Guanbai became flustered all of a sudden, his heart felt like a handful of woolen needles, itching and hurting: "Early autumn, early autumn, I don't think it's bad for you now, in fact, as long as it's you, everything is fine, as long as you If you think it's good, it's just...whatever is good...really." Zhong Guanbai realized that he had suffered another crushing defeat, and the aggression that pushed Lu Zaoqiu to reason on the bed just now disappeared in an instant.He was really afraid of guilt, he was stimulated in the hospital, and he wanted to teach Lu Zaoqiu to be a man as soon as he got angry, but now that he came back to his senses, he was almost scared to death.

"That's what I like." Lu Zaoqiu stroked Zhong Guanbai's back from the back of his neck along the spine, making Zhong Guanbai's back tremble.

Touching the back of the waist, the slender fingers continued to go down, with a desire to control that was different from the past, too strong, as if seeing a particularly beautiful beam of sunshine, so loved that he wanted to hold it directly in the palm of his hand.

"Hmm...huh..." Zhong Guanbai gasped at Lu Zaoqiu's neck. He already had his legs spread apart, kneeling on both sides of Lu Zaoqiu's body. He couldn't stand such a trick, and he wanted to close his legs unconsciously, " Don't...don't touch like that...uh—"

Lu Zaoqiu didn't stop Zhong Guanbai's movements, but whispered in his ear, "Abai, I'm very sad."

Zhong Guanbai's struggling movements froze, afraid that Lu Zaoqiu would be unhappy, so he hurriedly looked at his expression.

Lu Zaoqiu's eyes were dark, so there was no sadness, obviously he was bullied in the hospital, and now he wants to bully him back.

Zhong Guanbai's heart seemed to be soaked in a box of canned oranges, making it sour and soft.He hugged Lu Zaoqiu's neck obediently, kissed Lu Zaoqiu's lips, and then lowered his waist, adopting a posture that was more convenient to be bullied by the other party.

"Lu Zaoqiu..."

Calling the other person's name over and over again, accepting the orgasm given by the other person.

"Like it?" Lu Zaoqiu asked.

"... I like it... I like it the most..." Because of being given too much happiness, the side abdomen that has been stained with white liquid is still tense, and the muscles contract uncontrollably.

Lu Zaoqiu picked up Zhong Guanbai and put him on the warm sofa.

The sofa is big enough for two people to lie in the sun.

Zhong Guanbai rested his head in Lu Zaoqiu's arms, and gently hummed the song he wrote for Lu Zaoqiu beside Lu Zaoqiu.

"Ah Bai." Lu Zaoqiu said, "If you like...then, I will learn to change...as long as you like it."

"You don't need to make any changes for me." Maybe it was because he shouted for too long, or maybe it was because of distress, Zhong Guanbai's voice was a little hoarse, "I don't want to change you, not at all. Lu Zaoqiu, I've made it clear, I don't want to watch what you don't want me to see...but remember, if you have a little bit, um, you want me to see it, I will be by your side..."

As Zhong Guanbai was talking, he turned his head and saw Lu Zaoqiu sleeping peacefully beside him.

It was not like Lu Zaoqiu's usual appearance, so relaxed and at ease.

He is really learning to show his soft side, learning to rely on Zhong Guanbai, because he knows that is also what Zhong Guanbai needs.And satisfying Zhong Guanbai's needs is Lu Zaoqiu's needs.

Many people make changes and sacrifices in love, so they are praised. Sometimes when people sing about love, they are actually singing about the touching self-sacrifice, like singing morality.

But that's just love on the surface.

Love is not a touching sacrifice, it is not using a certain part of oneself to fill up a certain part of the other person; love is just a feeling of being too happy, it is filling up the other side, and at the same time, the part that is lacking in oneself is also filled.

Zhong Guanbai looked at Lu Zaoqiu's sleeping face, and felt that he couldn't get enough of it, he still missed him even though he was by his side.

I don't know how long I watched it, but I kept seeing Lu Zaoqiu wake up.

It was past noon, and the sun was on the other side.

Lu Zaoqiu just woke up, looking at Zhong Guanbai, his voice was hoarse: "Why is there no sun?"

When Zhong Guanbai heard it, he almost felt that he, or the sun himself, had made a mistake, and he immediately wanted to correct this mistake and bring Lu Zaoqiu's sun back to its original place.But he didn't have a rope to hold the sun, so he couldn't pull back the deflected sun, so he hugged Lu Zaoqiu and said, "Let's go out to bask in the sun. Go out from here, take a walk, and find a restaurant for lunch at the same time." .I promise, the sun along the way is yours...and so am I."

Zhong Guanbai was describing that beautiful scene, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Wait." He glanced at his watch and realized, "It's already past lunch time..."

Lu Zaoqiu gave Zhong Guanbai a light kiss: "Are you hungry, why didn't you wake me up?"

"No, no, no..." Zhong Guanbai said, "Boss Lu, you are so cute, maybe I love you too much, so... I forgot a not-so-cute kid in the bar."

Chapter52【"Drei Klavierstücke D.946: No.2Es-dur, Allegretto"-FranzPeterSchubert】

When Zhong Guanbai and Lu Zaoqiu walked into the bar, little friend He Yinxu was sitting on the bar counter, even his signature black long straight hair strongly exuded the atmosphere of "I'm not very happy today".

Zhong Guanbai felt ashamed, so he reluctantly took out his (Lu Zaoqiu's) bank card and decided to settle the bill for the child.

Unexpectedly, when he walked over, he found that he didn't need to pay the bill at all. The various drinks in front of He Yin Xu were all bought by other guests, and the cups were all full, and they couldn't drink enough.

Zhong Guanbai sighed casually: "I think back then, when I sat at the bar, young master, it also had this effect."

Lu Zaoqiu said lightly: "Ah Bai, you seem to miss you very much."

"Cough, no." Zhong Guanbai said seriously, "I hated this frivolous behavior very much back then."

Lu Zaoqiu glanced at him: "Really."

Suddenly, Zhong Guanbai vaguely recalled a vague picture, as if Lu Zaoqiu had offered him a glass of mineral water when he was in Paris.

"Chairman Lu, listen to me!" Zhong Guanbai's desire to survive has never been so strong, "It's like this... serious people with style always invite people to drink mineral water, and only people with low tastes invite people to drink these colors Weird drink."

Lu Zaoqiu raised his eyebrows: "So that's the case."

Zhong Guanbai sweated a little for himself: "I survived a desperate situation."

When He Yinxu heard the voices of the two, he turned his head, his eyes lit up slightly, and immediately stood up to say hello: "Ms. Zhong, Mr. Lu." Zhong Guanbai had something to deal with, so he didn't make another call after waiting for many hours.

Zhong Guanbai squinted at the row of drinks, and joked, "Student Xiaohe, you've had a good day today."

"I didn't drink." He Yinxu glanced at the piano in the bar, "I think they bought me a drink to let me play the piano, but I don't want to play today."

Xiao He, you are so pure, Zhong Guanbai thought, no one buys a drink in a bar to let others perform.

"Student Xiaohe, you may have to think about how to explain it to your daddy." Zhong Guanbai glanced at the eyes looking around, so he sighed in an extremely annoying tone, "Look, this is a public place, you now He is a bit famous, so someone must have taken a picture of him, and if he turned on his phone, he might have seen the news of 'a young pianist surnamed H got drunk in a bar alone'."

"Ah Bai." Lu Zaoqiu glanced at Zhong Guanbai, with the meaning of "don't be skinny" in his eyes. Zhong Guanbai immediately put on an excellent posture in line with the core values ​​of socialism, and said to He Yinxu: "He Yinxu Xiaoyou , are you hungry, let's find a place suitable for teenagers and children for lunch."

The two leaders got into the car, and He Yinxu sat alone in the back row, and said in a muffled voice, "Mr. Zhong, even if there is negative news, you don't have to think about how to explain it to my father. He probably doesn't have time right now. Leave me alone."

Zhong Guanbai glanced at He Yinxu from the rearview mirror, and found that the latter was looking out the window, looking very lonely.

Heck, little ones always need a lot of love and attention.

"Student Xiao He," Zhong Guanbai was acting as a spiritual mentor while driving, "Look, Mr. He is happier than before every day now, isn't that great."

"It's very good, but..." He Yinxu said with some embarrassment, "Mr. Zhong, maybe I'm too selfish."

"You want him to be happy because of you, right?" Zhong Guanbai said with a clear face, "But student Xiaohe, you have to know that everyone understands and expresses different emotions differently, you can't Compare it this way. Mr. He treats you like a father treats his son, and Mr. He treats his teacher like..."

Zhong Guanbai couldn't find a suitable word to describe the relationship between He Yulou and Wen Yuean, it was too complicated.He glanced in the rearview mirror and found that He Yinxu was eagerly waiting for his next article.Obviously, He Yinxu is also very concerned about this issue.

"They are both teachers and friends, as close as brothers, and confidants...um..." Zhong Guanbai felt a little depressed when he thought of the memoir, probably because he was in awe, so he dared not continue to judge the two gentlemen with a few words life.

He felt that he was not made to be a tutor, so he quickly signaled Lu Zaoqiu who was sitting in the co-pilot with his eyes: Chief Lu, save the child.

Lu Zaoqiu thought for a while and said, "Xiaohe, that's right. There are always some limitations in the classification and conception."

He Yinxu didn't quite understand, so Lu Zaoqiu gave a very simple example: "Academia generally regards Mozart as a representative of classical music, but it cannot be said that there is no romance in his music."

This is very understandable, He Yinxu nodded and said, "I understand."

Lu Zaoqiu continued: "Xiaohe, the purpose of classifying is to find some commonalities and help a person understand things faster. After all, it is a kind of subjective cognition. If it is too deep-rooted, it becomes arrogance and rashness. Everything is within the classification of human beings. Parents and children, teachers and students, spouses and partners, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends, strangers... all these relationships are also subjective classifications, and there are classifications with boundaries, but real people, Real human relationships cannot be defined."

"Right, right, right." Zhong Guanbai shamelessly added an example of his own: "That's right, student Xiaohe, you see, for example, I am Chief Lu's partner, friend, alumni, accompanist, student... ...and then join the sweetheart."

After he finished speaking, he asked Lu Zaoqiu complacently, "Is what you said, Chief Lu, correct?"

Lu Zaoqiu said lightly: "Raise your hand before speaking next time."

Saying this on the mouth, but the eyes are full of love.

He Yinxu lowered his head, pursed his lips and did not speak.

Lu Zaoqiu was very patient, and continued: "Xiao He, I'm not telling you these things to tell you right or wrong, you don't have to agree.

"I just want to tell you that the relationship between me and Abai is not the majority in the world, but we still have a category to divide, so we belong, at least within this group, we will be understood, There are people inside and outside the group who are constantly fighting for equal rights. Even so, I am still afraid that Ah Bai will be wronged.

"As for Mr. He and Mr. Wen, they didn't choose any kind of classification. They have lived a hard life and cannot belong to each other. If you can understand, they will be more relaxed."

Zhong Guanbai slowly put his hand on the back of Lu Zaoqiu's hand, the cool skin made him feel warm instead.

Lu Zaoqiu doesn't like preaching. He is also a hard-core professor with profound professionalism in the college. He evaluates students only by strength. He is a rare person in the general environment who does not put ideology in an important position.

I said so much at this time because these people and things are all related to Zhong Guanbai.

For so many years, Lu Zaoqiu has personally done everything related to Zhong Guanbai, and he regards it as more important than his own affairs.

He Yinxu listened carefully, and after thinking for a long time, his eyes slowly turned red: "I think I am a very bad person."

Zhong Guanbai comforted him sincerely: "You are just a bit bad at playing the piano, not a bad person."

Lu Zaoqiu calmly pointed out a fact: "Ah Bai also plays badly sometimes."

Zhong Guanbai: "..."

Yes, in terms of piano skills, Lu Zaoqiu was probably the only one present, and no one dared to say something bad.The only exception is that when Lu Zaoqiu couldn't hear him, Zhong Guanbai was reluctant to say it, even as a joke.

"... I didn't think about what Teacher Lu said. I should have thought that my father was very hard." He Yinxu remembered that when he was a child, He Yulou taught Chinese in person, teaching him over and over again, until he was like growing up in China. Like the older children, they speak Chinese without inserting a word of English, and write better characters than the Chinese teacher at school.

In fact, it doesn't need to be said by He Yinxu, anyone who takes a look at this child, He Yinxu, will know how much effort He Yulou put in his upbringing.It is not an overnight achievement, it is bound to teach by precept and example, and be a strict father enough to be a role model for any boy for 16 years.

"I've always wanted to hear from my father once, saying that my piano playing is considered... yes, he is actually a little satisfied with me. So, these days, I only care about myself and feel sad... But he didn't think about it, all he thought about was his current life." He Yinxu sat alone on the back seat of the huge car, his voice getting lower and lower.

"Actually," Zhong Guanbai parked the car in front of a restaurant, "the teacher never said the word 'satisfaction' to me. Looking back now, the most often said... is 'come again'."

He Yinxu was startled slightly: "The thing my father said the most to me seems to be...'come again'."

After he finished speaking, he was even more sad: "But, the meaning of coming again...isn't it just dissatisfaction?"

"No." Zhong Guanbai said, "That's not the case, that's not an evaluation."

Once, when he was on the wrong road, when he wanted to walk back but felt labor pain, when his memory and fingers were out of his control, when he had no inspiration and felt that he could not write a line of melody, in When he felt happy playing with Lu Zaoqiu, Lu Zaoqiu also said: "Come again."

Once, when Lu Zaoqiu couldn't hear and decided to practice tuning with his fingers, when Lu Zaoqiu just recovered his hearing and tried to play the piano, he was so happy that he couldn't add it, he also said: "Come again."

All the difficult and dark places, all the flowery journeys, have these two words.

Zhong Guanbai turned around and said to He Yinxu: "Again, it's hope, someone has expectations for you."

After he finished speaking, he got out of the car and opened the door for Lu Zaoqiu. When Lu Zaoqiu came out, he looked into Lu Zaoqiu's eyes to express his heart: "Zaoqiu, I still have a lot of things I want to tell you."

Lu Zaoqiu's eyes were gentle: "I'm listening."

Zhong Guanbai stayed tenderly beside Lu Zaoqiu for a long time, and found that He Yinxu hadn't got out of the car: "Huh? Did I accidentally lock the kid in the car?"

When I opened the door, I found that there was no one. It was because the child refused to get out of the car.

"Student Xiaohe, get down by yourself." Zhong Guanbai stuck his head into the car and solemnly declared, "I only open the function of the driver to you, Teacher Lu."