Sensory Hunting ABO

Even when I got back to the hotel, the strong mood still didn't disappear.

The gift of the Creator cannot be communicated by any medium.It's a pity that such a beautiful scenery cannot be passed on to Yan Yi.

The "milky white band" described in the book can really be clearly observed in a certain corner of the world.It turns out that the starry sky is really so romantic.For a romantic scene, he only wants Yan Yi to be by his side.

at the same time.

In the evening, as soon as the plane landed, Yan Yi was called by a call from his mother.

Yan Yi's mother, Yu Wei, is equally keen on dressing up her son no matter how old he is.When shopping yesterday, she bought Yan Yi a striped suit.As soon as Yan Yi came over, she urged Yan Yi to try on the clothes and show her whether they fit or not.

She also bought a slim trench coat for Luo Xichuan, and asked Yan Yi to bring it back to Luo Xichuan.

"I saw the show that Xiao Chuan participated in on TV the day before yesterday. The baggy clothes didn't look good at all. You tell the styling team to make Xiao Chuan more energetic."

Yan Yi responded.No matter what his mother Yu Wei said, he would cater to it one by one.It's not perfunctory, but there is really nothing to say.

After eating, Yu Wei called his poker friends to play mahjong together.A poker friend wanted to take care of his grandson. After a delay, Yu Wei asked Yan Yi to take her place first.The mahjong tiles were being scrubbed with a clattering sound. Amid the noise, Yu Wei chatted with the other two poker friends about trivial things about their parents.Yu Wei was the second young lady of the Yu family before she got married. Even when she was old enough to be a grandmother, she still spoke delicately.

After playing a few rounds, the third poker player arrived, and Yan Yi was also preparing to return.

While several other people were drinking tea and chatting, Yu Wei pulled Yan Yi aside.

"Xiao Yi, I've been thinking about Xiao Chuan these days. You said before that you don't plan to let Xiao Chuan sing, and you want him to film. I think it's better to let Xiao Chuan help your father. Xiao Chuan can manage the company in the future. It’s more secure than eating youth meals.”

"Little brat is too weak to be of much use. Not this material."

"Why do you talk about Xiao Chuan like that?" Yu Wei patted Yan Yi's arm reproachfully, "Although Xiao Chuan was not our own, we watched him grow up. Be nice to Xiao Chuan and don't always be harsh on him. That's your younger brother, you two need to help each other, you know?"

younger brother?Yan Yi silently read these two words in his heart.

Yes.Xue Sizhao and himself are probably the only ones who know the origin of Luo Xichuan.

A small light was turned on in the living room, and the light was dim.Too quiet and empty.

Yan Yi casually tore off the tie, the top two buttons were undone, and the neckline was left open casually.In the silence, he confronted the clownfish on the TV cabinet.Cigarettes were smoked one by one, and the ash and butts accumulated a thick layer in the ashtray.

The fish was round and very stupid looking.The stupid fish has two long and narrow eyes, very much like that idiot with long ideas.

As if annoyed, Yan Yi got up and left the living room.

Suddenly, he walked to the basement.

The basement is Luo Xichuan's domain.Regarding this place, Yan Yi usually turns a blind eye to it.It is not necessary, neither will nor want to approach.

As soon as the lights come on, all kinds of equipment come into view.There was also a blanket draped over the back of the chair, in rather irregular shape.In a place without Yan Yi's restraint, Luo Xichuan would naturally become a sloppy ghost.

Yan Yi was smoking a cigarette with one hand in his pocket.Searching eyes swept every corner of the room, but in the end they found nothing.

What are you thinking?The corners of his mouth twitched self-deprecatingly.

The mist of burning cigarettes rises in front of my eyes, and my hands have already covered the black and white keys at some point.

After a while, the melody flowed out from the hand playing the piano, and it stopped after a while.This is the melody that Yan Yi had learned when he was young.

Yan Yi held the cigarette in his hand, and after thinking for a while, he put his other free hand on the keys and played another melody.

This is a song written by Luo Xichuan.

Yan Yi still remembers how this song was born.It was a spring afternoon a few years ago, catkins were flying everywhere, and Luo Xichuan shamelessly entangled her.Yan Yi didn't know where these inexplicable desires of his came from, and he couldn't figure out which sentence or which action made him misunderstand, mistakenly taking it as a hint of sex.

Don't you know how annoying it is?

Venting in general, no mercy.But when he was sobbing, he unconsciously became lighter.This kind of unconsciousness, after realizing it, aggravated the boredom.It's like catkins floating outside the window, not only useless, but also leaving a lot of garbage that needs to be cleaned up.

After finishing, Yan Yi didn't want to look at Luo Xichuan any more.He lit a cigarette.

Before finishing a cigarette, Yan Yi felt a lightness beside him.Luo Xichuan sloppily put on his oversized white T-shirt, making his neck even more slender, as if it could be broken with one hand.

Luo Xichuan ran downstairs anxiously without even wearing pants and slippers.

Later, Yan Yi found out that he went to write songs.According to Luo Xichuan's words, inspiration is fleeting, and he is afraid that it will run away.

Luo Xichuan showed this song to Yan Yi as if offering a treasure.Although the inspiration came from that afternoon, there is no erotic meaning in this song.As always, it is Luo Xichuan's bright and refreshing style, inviting the listener to enter the boy's story.

Luo Xichuan looked very happy.

The sparks from the cigarette ignited his fingers, and the instant burning made Yan Yi awake in an instant.

He didn't sleep well all night, and within 10 minutes after being woken up by the alarm clock, Luo Xichuan yawned three times.

Breakfast is the hotel's sandwich, the simplest bacon lettuce tomato.The bread was as big as a face.

The tour guide Jacob asked Luo Xichuan if he didn't sleep well, and Luo Xichuan said nothing, but yawned a lot. Jacob said that there are not many schedules today, and if you need to rest, you can settle in the hotel earlier.

The first itinerary is to visit the most famous winery in this area.

Luo Xichuan was a little distracted, and listened to the introduction all the way, as if he was listening to a lecture, his left ear went in and his right ear went out.I only grabbed a few key words at a loss, such as reducing sulfur components and other technical terms.Luo Xichuan doesn't smoke or drink, nor is he interested in tobacco or alcohol.

Until you go down the stairs and enter the underground wine cellar.

Small lamps on the ceiling cast a soft glow over the regular arrangement of oak barrels.

Luo Xichuan was instantly awakened by the aroma of grape fermentation.

...a familiar smell.