The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

No longer alone.

This is a sentence so beautiful that it seems to appear in a dream.

Shen Heqiu lowered his head, his forehead pressed against Yi Cheng's chest, and tears fell from his eyes one by one.

What he fears most is being alone.

It is also because of loneliness that I choose music.

But in the end it fed back to him that it wasn't alone.

It is a favorite of many people.

Shen Heqiu shed tears silently in Yi Cheng's arms for a while, he held Yi Cheng's chest tightly, his fingertips were so hard that they turned blue and white.

He stopped the tears and wiped the tears on his face embarrassingly.

Yi Cheng gently scratched his nose with his knuckles: "Stop crying."

Shen Heqiu escaped from his embrace embarrassingly, staring at the toes: "...um."

Yi Cheng took out a few candies from his pocket and put them in Shen Heqiu's palms: "There are candies for crying children."

"It's Jiujiu sugar."

He peeled off the wrapper of a candy for Shen Heqiu, and fed it into Shen Heqiu's mouth with his hands.

"Sweet?"

"...Sweet." Shen Heqiu whispered.

There was sugar in his mouth, the sugar water melted in his mouth, and the sweet taste of sugar filled his mouth.

"Then Jiujiu, don't cry anymore." Yi Sheng said softly.

After crying, Shen and Qiu didn't know what to do now.

After Mr. Yi fed the sugar, he answered the phone, probably because he was busy with work.

The program team has already said that he will be given a week off, and he doesn't need to record the program.

The coffee shop where I only went to work part-time on weekends has long since quit because of the need to record a program.

It's like... there's nothing left to do.

Do you want to soak in the recording studio and write some songs?Anyway, Fugui said that shortly after joining the new company, he will probably be asked to release another album to stabilize his popularity.

"Chirp."

When Shen Heqiu heard the man's voice, they turned around subconsciously, and their eyes followed Yi Sheng.

"Come change the medicine."

With gauze and potion in hand, Yi Sheng walked towards Shen and Qiu.

He just answered the call from the doctor who bandaged Shen Heqiu's wrist wounds.

Because Shen Heqiu was afraid of the hospital, Yi Sheng didn't plan to take him to the hospital to change the dressing for the wound. He himself had relevant experience in dressing wounds, so he simply asked the doctor to give some precautions and changed the dressing for the child himself.

Dressing?

Shen and Qiu were a little confused until Yi Cheng walked in front of him and gently raised his wrist.

"Hiss." Shen Heqiu was hurt by Yi Sheng's action of removing the gauze, and only then did he realize that when he woke up in the morning, it was not an illusion that he felt a dull pain in his wrist.

Shen Heqiu's wounds were neither shallow nor deep. Although he was ruthless at that time, but fortunately his strength itself was not very strong, so although the bleeding looked scary at the time, it healed relatively well.

Now there is only a little bit of white dead skin that has been turned out, and the blood has coagulated and scabbed, and it is mostly healed.

Yi Sheng unscrewed the bottle cap of the medicine, took some of it with a cotton swab, and wiped it on Shen Heqiu's wound.

As soon as he touched the cotton swab, Shen Heqiu retracted their hands in response.

"...It hurts so much." Shen Heqiu's eye sockets turned red immediately, his sensitivity to pain was too high, even such a small wound that had healed a lot made him so painful that he wanted to shed tears physiologically.

He put his injured hand behind his back, and discussed with Yi Sheng eagerly: "Yes, can you, don't paint..."

Yi Sheng looked down at the child with expectant eyes, and rejected the other party's soft request very coldly and mercilessly: "No."

It's not a small wound, what if the wound becomes infected without applying medicine.

However, Shen Heqiu's appearance reminded him of the incident when Little Nightingale was foolishly tricked into going to a bar shortly after meeting Shen Heqiu, and even knocked her knee blue.

At that time, he was afraid of pain so he was not allowed to apply ointment.

Shen Heqiu was resolutely rejected, and his eyes widened in shock. In his opinion, the injury was not serious at all, and no medicine was needed at all.

I was so wronged that the small nasal voice came out: "I, I don't want to apply it, it hurts so much."

"If you paint it, I, I won't sing for you."

This time it was Yi Sheng's turn to be surprised.

He looked at Shen Heqiu's nasal voice soft and waxy, and he whimpered and lost his temper.

The kid actually knows how to contradict others.

Although the waywardness of losing your temper is cute, but the medicine must be applied.

In the end, Shen Heqiu was still caught by the wrist, and they were so painful that they applied medicine with tears in their eyes.

He was sitting on the sofa with his back facing Yi Sheng, even his back was full of anger.

Yi Sheng screwed on the cap of the potion, and was taking gauze to bandage someone, when he saw this angry little figure from behind.

He was a little amused: "Jiujiu?"

"The candy just now also includes the crying now."

Jiujiu was indifferent.

Continue to sit on the edge of the couch with your back to him.

Still holding the candy in the palm of my hand, I thought, so many pills were given to me because it hurts to apply the medicine.

bad guy.

Yi Cheng got up, leaned over slowly, and sat down close to Shen Heqiu.

He sighed: "Jiujiu really won't sing to me at night?"

Shen Heqiu moved the tips of his ears slightly, but still ignored him.

He was still single-mindedly angry, and the wrist that had just finished applying the potion was still hurting sharply.

Yi Sheng pretended to be low-toned on purpose: "Last night, Jiujiu didn't sing to me anymore."

"If I don't sing today, and if I don't sing in the future, when will I be able to sleep?"

Hearing these words, Shen Heqiu finally couldn't hold back any longer. He immediately turned around and said fiercely, "You, you didn't sleep yesterday, why, why didn't you tell me!"

He's still angry now, but it's not the same thing anymore.

He didn't care about his body in Mr. Qiyi, and he didn't sleep again.

Yi Sheng immediately surrendered and was reprimanded with a good attitude: "I was wrong, Jiujiu is not angry."

As he spoke, he held the gauze and helped Shen Heqiu to bandage the wound.

Let Little Nightingale lecture him chaotically.

"No, don't sleep!"

"Sleep well, or you will pass out again!"

"Ah."

"I'll sing for you, you're not allowed to do this again."

"it is good."

"I listen to chirping."

"Now, you're going to sleep."

Yi Sheng was surprised: "Now?"

"It's better to wait until after lunch and sleep during the lunch break."

Then sleep with someone in your arms.

Because of wrist injuries, Shen and Qiu were forbidden by Yi Sheng to go to the recording studio, fearing that he would touch the piano to arrange music, which would affect the healing of the wound.

But if this is the case, Shen and Qiu will be free again.

Yi Sheng went out to answer the phone, checked Zhao Qian's follow-up PR progress, and came back after getting satisfactory results.

Just saw his little Nightingale sitting on the sofa in a daze with a sad face.

"Why worry?" Yi Sheng asked.

Shen Heqiu truthfully answered the small troubles that they didn't know what to do.

Yi Sheng thought about it, Shen and Qiu seemed to have always been devoted to music in the past, and even their daily entertainment was almost composed of writing and singing songs.

But he also likes these things, so when he does these things, he looks happy and carefree, which makes Yi Sheng ignore his too simple way of entertainment.

It seems that I have to take him out to play in a few days.

But for now, I still stay at home to avoid the limelight, and let's talk after the injury is healed.

Yi Sheng thought about it for a moment, and then he had an idea: "Jiujiu, do you want to try painting?"

Shen Heqiu tilted his head in confusion: "Huahua?"

His amber pupils flickered slightly, as if wondering if there were any drawing tools at home?

Yi Cheng dragged the confused little Nightingale to the study, and took out a whole set of ink painting tools from the cabinet.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are complete.

Shen Heqiu let out a small "ah", probably because they didn't expect Mr. Yi's study to hide these things, but after thinking about it, it seems that there is nothing wrong with hiding these things in the study.

He watched Yi Sheng bend down and put everything on the desk.

His eyes were still fixed on the cabinet curiously.

He seemed to see that there were many, many paintings in it.

Shen Heqiu was bold, and with an itchy heart, stooped secretly, poked his head in, and wanted to take out those paintings for a look.

Just one glance.

"Chirp."

Just as Shen Heqiu's fingertips touched the drawing paper, he suddenly heard Mr. Yi's voice from above. He was so frightened that he wanted to stand up immediately, but his head hit the top of the cabinet, causing him to burst into tears.

"Well……"

Yi Cheng was startled when he heard the muffled sound, and quickly put his arms around Shen Heqiu's waist, and fished the reckless kid out of the cabinet.

"Where did you hit?"

"head……"

Shen Heqiu sniffed pitifully, holding back their crying, and pointed to the place where Yi Cheng was hit.

Yi Cheng pulled Shen Heqiu's soft black hair to see where they hit.

He touched it, but fortunately there was no swelling.

"Why are you so stupid, what are you doing in the closet?" After Yi Sheng was relieved, he was dumbfounded by Shen Heqiu's miserable situation, and helped him wipe away some of the tears that came out of him.

Only then did Shen Heqiu react from the pain. He lowered his head and looked at the stack of paintings still clutched in his hand, feeling very guilty.

But Yi Sheng has already followed his line of sight.

"How do you hold these?"

Seeing the child turn his head away from speaking in a guilty conscience, he had a guess in his heart: "Do you...want to see my painting?"

Shen Heqiu was caught in his small thoughts, and his snow-white earlobes turned red: "...um."

Yi Cheng laughed, shook his head helplessly, and passed the painting: "Look at it if you want."

Really... Taking it so openly in front of him is not considered a peek.

Shen Heqiu took the stack of paintings and opened them to look at them.

It was a stack of ink paintings with vivid brush strokes. The thick and sparse ink blots were skillfully used, which shows the depth of the painter.

"Is this... drawn by Mr. Yi?"

Shen Heqiu was a little taken aback, turning over the sheets of rice paper, they were all beautiful pictures of landscapes, flowers and birds.

But he clearly remembered that Mr. Yi said... Mr. Yi's mother didn't teach Mr. Yi to draw when he was a child.

"Yeah." Yi Sheng waited for Shen and Qiu to read through before putting away those paintings again.

"These paintings have been on the shelf for a while." After his insomnia became more and more serious in the past few years, he could no longer paint quietly, so this set of tools and the previous paintings were locked in the cabinet by him, out of sight.

Seeing that Shen and Qiu didn't seem to understand, Yi Sheng remembered what he said before: "I told Jiujiu before that my mother wanted to teach me how to draw when I was young, but I couldn't draw well."

"But then I learned it myself."

After his mother, He Yishi died.

He walked a long way by himself, from his villa in the suburbs to the city center, before he found a teacher who taught painting.

After he started to learn painting there, Yi Sheng realized how tolerant He Yishi was to him. He didn't want to learn, so he let him play however he wanted and never forced him.

But the teacher is not like this. The most taboo thing about teaching is letting go and not being restrained, especially for children who play every day. If they are not careful, they may not be able to pull them back.

Although Xiao Yisheng was no longer naughty at the time, he was still a ten-year-old child. The death of his mother hit him hard. He spent all day and night thinking about those pictures, the words he said to Yi Pengcheng, and the energy he had for class. Naturally, there is no concentration.

It was the painting teacher who stared at him seriously and responsibly, finally let Xiao Yisheng really calm down and learn to paint.

"But although I'm a bit talented in painting, I really don't know anything about music." Yi Sheng said with a smile.

He also wanted to learn it at the beginning, but firstly, it took him a lot of energy to learn the same painting, and secondly, he tried it, but he really didn't understand those complicated music theories, which were staffs and musical notes.

"Jiujiu is much better at this than me, and can do things that I can't."

After hearing this, Shen Heqiu immediately became unhappy: "Mr. Yi, you are also very powerful!"

"I just, can't draw!"

"I can play the violin, so I'll teach Mr. Yi, and Mr. Yi can draw, you can, you can teach me."

He raised his face up, looking innocent and innocent, his beautiful and white face was full of Yi Sheng's little bit of pampering and trust.

Yi Sheng was very moved by these nice words he said.

He pinched the tip of Shen Heqiu's nose, and said in a low voice, "Jiujiu."

"If you say such things again, I will kiss you."

The author has something to say: sweet sweet~

感谢在2021-01-1717:24:32~2021-01-1817:20:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 inside;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Qingfenna; 10 bottles of Dim Lights, Little Pig; I want a cat, 5 bottles of Sempris; 3 bottles of Huangliangmeng, Su Su, Wu[-]; thank you very much Everyone supports me, I will continue to work hard!