Shanghai morning

When he got off work the next day, Wang Yao felt exhausted all over his body.Because of the breakup between Francis and Belle, the relationship between Arthur and Francis has been very tense these days. Unfortunately, the business of the foreign firm has encountered difficulties recently. As a result, Arthur often reprimands Francis for a small matter, and Francis no longer talks glibly. In the face of Arthur's censure, he usually chooses to remain silent.It was like this again today, Wang Yao was worried all day long, for fear that he would be involved too.

Walking out of the gate, the feeling of physical and mental exhaustion could not be relieved, because Wang Yao was still facing another thing that made him afraid and resisted but had to do.

"Hi, Yao!" A familiar voice called him.

Wang Yao raised his head and saw Al's blond hair blown by the river wind, like a ray of sunshine on the gray Bund.

"Al?" Wang Yao opened his lips in surprise, but didn't know what to say.A lock of long hair fluttering around the ear was blown into the mouth by the wind, and it couldn't fall down when it got wet.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, are you surprised?" Al raised his hand and brushed Wang Yao's disobedient hair behind his ears.

"I left without saying goodbye last time, I'm really sorry." Wang Yao smiled unconsciously.

"I didn't find you, and I left early." Al put his hand in his coat pocket, "But it's nothing, since you didn't have any accidents."

"I'm so sorry! I was drunk at the time." Wang Yao explained embarrassingly, his cheeks were slightly red, maybe the wind was too cold.

"You are not suitable for that kind of place, Arthur didn't take good care of you." Al shook his head and said, when the wind picked up, the hem of his black coat was blown up, fluttering behind him.

Al, who is wearing a coat, looks more mature than when he is wearing a jacket and evening dress, but he is more chic and uninhibited.Wang Yao found that Al was different every time he saw him.

"I wanted to find you, but I never had a chance." Wang Yao clasped his hands a little nervously.

Al turned his head to look at Jiang Mian: "I went to Suzhou, you mentioned it before. I think Suzhou is more suitable for people like you than Shanghai."

"Actually, I'm from Peking." Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, why do you want to find me, you don't just want to say sorry to me?" Al turned his head and stared into Wang Yao's eyes.

"..." Wang Yao dodged and didn't know what to say.

Suddenly a car came speeding up and stopped abruptly in front of Jardine Matheson, making a loud noise.

"Only an Italian can drive a car like that," Al said with a curled lip.

As soon as the car door opened, Feliciano couldn't wait to jump out: "Yao, I've been waiting for a long time!"

When he saw Al, Wang Yao almost forgot what was going to happen tonight. Thinking of it now, he felt even more ashamed, and almost didn't know how to greet Ferry: "No... I just got off work."

"Do you have a date tonight?" There was obvious disappointment in Al's tone.

"Ah, hello! We met at Paramount!" Ferry greeted Al briskly. "I had a date with Yao yesterday, and tonight we—"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Yao interrupted very impolitely: "I need to ask Ferry for help with something."

"No! It's me who needs Yao's help!" Ferry said honestly.

Al blinked: "Since when have you become so familiar?"

"It was yesterday! Yesterday I invited Yao to my house!" Ferry laughed heartily, "Yao promised to be my—"

"Al, I have to go, thank you for not worrying about what happened last time." Wang Yao hurriedly finished, and then said to Ferry: "Let's go quickly, don't waste time."

Al looked at Wang Yao and said, "It seems to be a very important private matter."

Al's bright blue eyes stared straight at Wang Yao, facing such a pair of eyes, Wang Yao felt that he couldn't lie, but he didn't dare to tell the truth: "Yes, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me again and again. You said this word too many times today," Al said. Dance up and down.

"Eh? Yao, are you friends?" Ferry asked inexplicably.

"I don't know either." Wang Yao said with a wry smile.

Sitting in the car, Ferry smiled obediently and said, "I'm going to drive slowly today, because my Japanese friend said that driving too fast is unbearable."

The moment Ferry stepped on the accelerator, the back of Wang Yao's head hit the back of the seat with a "bang", and the car snorted like a crazy wild donkey and rushed out.At the right-turning intersection, Ferry didn't step on the brakes at all. He turned the steering wheel hard, and the car swung around a [-]-degree corner. Wang Yao's body was thrown towards Ferry uncontrollably.The next one was a left turn, Wang Yao was thrown to the right before he straightened up, and his face was slammed against the car window like a big cake.When the car finally stopped in front of Luther's bungalow, Wang Yao felt that his internal organs were all displaced.

Wang Yao has never sat at such an elegant dining table and eaten with such exquisite tableware in his life.These tableware must be very valuable, this is the first thought in Wang Yao's mind.

Luther was sitting in the main seat, and Yun Jian leaned over and said something in his ear, Luther frowned: "He won't come down?"

"Mr. Edelstein said that he is concentrating on creating and doesn't want to be disturbed." Yun Jian said with lowered eyes.What Roderich actually said was, "Let that Mr. Big Stupid, who doesn't understand music, leave me alone!"

Luther raised his hand and wiped his forehead: "Forget it, leave him alone, let's have dinner."

Yunjian backed away obediently, and soon came to serve the three host and guest with a tray.He started with Luther. Luther looked at the things on the plate in front of him and frowned deeper: "Never expect the Chinese to make good German food."

"Today's dinner is indeed too simple, Yao, you don't mind?" Ferry asked Wang Yao with a smile.

Although Ferry said that the dinner was very simple, in Wang Yao's view, it was a very rich table of dishes.While the poor are hungry and looking forward to the next meal in the foreseeable future, the rich are picky about rich and delicious luxury meals.

Wang Yao squeezed out a smile, and was about to answer when suddenly a beautiful melody like a stream flowed from the top of his head, like the sound of heaven.Wang Yao's opened lips couldn't close anymore, and he kept listening with a dumbfounded look.

"He has a very temper today." Luther heard the dissatisfaction vented in the sound of the piano.

"Hey? Luther, are you making Rhode unhappy again?" Ferry stared at Luther curiously.

"And every day," Luther smashed the potatoes on the plate helplessly, "my existence is the reason for his temper."

"But he's even more unhappy when you're not around—thank you," Ferry nodded to Yun Jian who poured the wine for him, "—that time when you went back to Germany to deal with the ancestral property, Rhodes was always depressed, in a word They refused to tell me. Then when Keir came to visit, the two of them had a big fight."

"So there's such a thing? I feel uneasy once I leave these two guys!" Luther had a stomachache on his face.

Wang Yao didn't hear what the two were talking about. The musician upstairs seemed to be in trouble. He repeated the same short piece of melody irritably, unable to break through.That noble musician like a prince was spotless amidst the depraved feasting and feasting of Paramount, like a kind of salvation.

The three of them finished the dinner with their own thoughts, and Fei Li took Wang Yao into the studio.Unlike the last time he came, this time there was a large cushion in the center of the studio, Wang Yao vaguely thought about what it was for, and felt disgusted with himself again.

"Shall we start? Please take off your clothes." Ferry said to Wang Yao with a candid smile.

A very simple sentence made Wang Yao want to run away from the door, he felt that his voice was about to change: "Is there a place to change clothes?"

Ferry pointed to the curtain in the corner of the room: "Is that okay behind?"

Wang Yao hid behind the curtain and began to undress.He has a lot of winter clothes, and he takes them off very slowly, but he always takes off the last one.

Roll up clothes with unsightly patches on the inside and wrap them in a ball with the outer coat.Wang Yao gritted his teeth, and walked out of the curtain with a bag of clothes in his arms.He didn't dare to look at Ferry, and covered himself with his clothes.Although the heating in the room was good, Wang Yao was still trembling uncontrollably, and his legs could barely move.

"Are you ready? Come here!" Fei Li took the clothes bag from Wang Yao's hand and put it aside, "You are very beautiful!"

"Come on, please lie down here." Fei Li gestured for Wang Yao to lie on the cushion in the middle of the studio.

Wang Yao kept his head down, groped for the mat stiffly, and pressed his body on it unnaturally, curling up his limbs.

"Lie flat!" Ferry said as he tore off Wang Yao's headband, and his long hair spread like a black waterfall and half fell to the ground under the mat, giving off a silky luster.

Wang Yao had to correct his posture little by little according to Ferry's instructions: he lay on his back with his body fully stretched out, one leg straightened and the other bent, his arms raised above his head and placed on the mat, his right hand clenched into a fist, his left hand Relax.In this way, his body was completely exposed, and his originally pale yellow skin was slightly pale under the light.

"Well, that's it, that's it! Please try not to move it." Ferry raised a paintbrush vertically to his eyes for comparison, and began to draw a draft on the drawing paper.

Hearing the rustling sound of pen and paper, Wang Yao stared blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling. Gradually, the outline of the chandelier became blurred, and an unrestrained tear overflowed from the corner of his eye, crossed his forehead, and soaked into his temples.