When I came out I picked up a nemesis

The first night on the tatami, the insomnia was just an accident.

In the days that followed, Xie Ruiyan, a young man with a regular schedule, still slept soundly and soundly. Whatever position he had before going to bed, he would be in the same position after waking up. He slept very well and never moved around in his dreams.

But the night after connecting with Uta, things went a little differently.

Xie Ruiyan was half asleep, and in the dream there were intermittent dinner bells, and the sound of Uta and Han Qiao talking to each other.

The two of them were walking and chatting in the park, one spoke German and the other spoke English, shoulder to shoulder, with calm and light steps, like a pair of old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time.

Xie Ruiyan walked behind them, even though the two of them didn't seem to see him, Xie Ruiyan inexplicably felt that the scene was very warm and comfortable.

Until he woke up, Xie Ruiyan could not get rid of the lingering sound of glass bells in his ears.

This dream inspired him a lot, and the crisp sound of glass colliding became a ballad floating from a foreign land.

Xie Ruiyan didn't care about going back to sleep, got up and sat down at the desk, and started to write songs, and wrote ten pages like crazy before stopping.

Xie Ruiyan turned the volume of the electronic music app to the minimum, and picked out the melody synthesis that he thought was relatively satisfactory, but it was no surprise that it was ugly and soulless.

His level has not yet reached the level where he can write songs in the air. Since two years ago, or the song "Out of the Sheath" when he was 14 years old, he needs the assistance of musical instruments.

Xie Ruiyan needs a violin that can not only restore the melody, but also inspire him, and make repeated revisions on this basis.

It's time to face reality again - no violins.

Xie Ruiyan always delays the problem by saying "the violin is a partner, and buying a new one needs careful selection" to delay the problem. Now that the problem is imminent, he can only borrow what he has at home first.

At four o'clock in the morning, Xie Ruiyan entered Han Qiao's study in the dark, and with his excellent night vision ability, he found that the violin was not on the wall of the study, but on the opposite bedside.

Xie Ruiyan stood on tiptoe and sneaked through the glass sliding door into the silent master bedroom, but was frightened away by Mr. Han who was looking at him calmly, and almost lost all inspiration.

Han Qiao laughed, propped his arms up and sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, leaned against the soft down pillow, his half-opened clothes revealed a gentle cream color illuminated by the night light, and his long hair was scattered on his shoulders, which was extraordinarily soft.

"You're crazy, kid."

Xie Ruiyan's face turned hot, and he denied it flatly: "No."

Han Qiao smiled calmly, without any sleepiness.

Xie Ruiyan felt that it was against the law, but he didn't think about it carefully. He was full of inspiration that was about to fly away, and he had to get the things quickly.

Xie Ruiyan's best character design is the arrogant second-generation ancestor who is unreasonable and unreasonable. He wears this vest so naturally and without pressure: "I want to touch your piano, right now. I hope Mr. Han will not be ungrateful."

Han Qiao waited for many days, just waiting for Xie Ruiyan's words, but he didn't expect that Xie Ruiyan would use an instrument at this time.

Han Qiao tapped the guitar on the bedside table: "Mr. Xie, please."

Xie Ruiyan picked up the violin next to him, turned around and was about to sprint back to the guest room in a [-]-meter sprint.

Han Qiao asked in surprise, "Don't you want a guitar?"

The guitar was 8000 yuan, the violin was only [-] yuan, and a music stand was given as a gift. Liu Ling bought it online. He thought the quality was too poor, so he piled it up at Han Qiao's place directly, and the financial accountant did not record it.Han Qiao has honed in the violin factory in Beijing for many years, and the sound quality of the violin made by himself is better than this one.

Han Qiao confirmed again to Xie Ruiyan: "Are you sure you want this 300 yuan violin?"

"No matter how cheap it is, it's still a violin. It can be used as a model reference by you. It's well maintained, so there's no problem." Xie Ruiyan carefully picked it up to check, and told him truthfully, "The violin is enough, I don't know how to play the guitar."

"You passed by my room that day and you were looking at this guitar."

Xie Ruiyan was in a hurry to write a song, without further explanation: "Yes, I was looking at the guitar, but I don't know how to do it. Now I want to use the violin. I'm leaving."

Han Qiao didn't know why Xie Ruiyan was in such a hurry, but kindly let him go, waved his hand and said, "Close the door, good night."

Xie Ruiyan came in through the door of the study room, went out through the door of the bedroom, and came in with his head just after he went out, his voice softened a bit: "I might be noisy when I play the instrument, but I won't stop, I hope Mr. Han won't—"

"I don't know how to be flattering, right? The master bedroom and the cat room have been soundproofed, so I can't hear you setting off firecrackers inside." Han Qiao said with peach blossom eyes, "So don't do bad things, kitten."

Xie Ruiyan: "?"

Xie Ruiyan anger value +1

"You are the kitten!"

"It's okay, I'm a cat and you a dog, it's fair and reasonable."

"???"

"what happened, Babe?"

Xie Ruiyan: "If I'm guilty, the violin will punish me for playing the violin out of tune, instead of letting me listen to Mr. Han's sarcasm at four o'clock in the morning and call me a baby."