When I came out I picked up a nemesis

For the sake of a small truth, Han Qiao displayed the spirit of the lone wolf saying good morning and evening to him, insisting on asking Xie Ruiyan every day what happened to the red mark on Xie Ruiyan's face that had receded long ago.

Xie Ruiyan always said that he was annoyed by being asked, but Han Qiao understood his character. When he said he was annoyed, he was actually not annoyed. Xie Ruiyan was not even angry, and was very patient and tolerant.

On this day, the dialogue of Che Zhulu is also continuing.

Han Qiao used his trump card: "The dimple, if it's not picked, can be regarded as sucked."

"I'm not crushed ice, and I can still be sucked. Mr. Han, what kind of emoji are you looking at?"

"But I clearly remember..."

"You have amnesia, you don't remember anything." Although Han Qiao said that he was [-]% fragmented after drinking, Xie Ruiyan was very afraid that Han Qiao would recall all the scenes of being tossed, especially the part where he was riding a horse. Unsightly, "I said I didn't remember it, but I didn't remember it."

Han Qiao frowned slowly: "I seem to be familiar with this sentence pattern."

"Stop—don't remember any more!"

Xie Ruiyan ran to wipe the floor, wiped the kitchen, then started to wipe the desk after wiping the kitchen, as if he couldn't run out of energy, he dawdled for two hours before coming out of the study, replaced the rag with a feather duster, and went in again .

Han Qiao was standing at the door of the study, leaning on the door frame to watch Xie Ruiyan busy.

Being able to recall the details after drinking often depends on the combination of language and action to restore the scene at that time.He recalled neither too much nor too little, just the discussions, agreements, and behaviors surrounding the dimples.

There are smiles and hugs in the memory, the warm touch of the body remains, just like when they fell together, the stubborn migraine, the palpitations of the nerves calmed down, and the throbbing rabbit in the brain stopped and grew slender Pad feet, stand up straight and put your ears up to let the wind out.

Han Qiao's attention was all on Xie Ruiyan.

Xie Ruiyan's hug and body temperature have the effect of painkillers for Han Qiao.I said a lot when I didn't get it, but once I felt it and recalled it, it was out of control.

It takes at least two rounds to be satisfied.

Han Qiao thought about it for a few days, and after the headache completely struck and the painkillers basically failed, he made a proposal: "Xiao Xie, don't you want to use the light and heat of your cohabitant?"

Xie Ruiyan stopped what he was doing: "Have you thought of any ideas?"

Han Qiao raised his chin slightly: "Be my pillow."

After he finished speaking, the air was suddenly quiet, and the study was so quiet that even the sound of the shortest string falling could be heard clearly.

Xie Ruiyan sighed: "The day of selling your looks has finally arrived."

"I'm just afraid of the cold, and I can't sleep well." Han Qiao folded his arms and said, "It's okay, you can choose to refuse, this is not an order, nor a joke, it is an irrelevant proposal."

"So it's not a joke." Xie Ruiyan confirmed to himself in a low voice, and said after a while, "Being a pillow is too embarrassing for me, but I can play the violin, erhu, kalimba, or water piano for you."

Han Qiao's eyes sharpened: "Shuiqin? Can anyone fall asleep amidst the sound effects of a thriller?"

"Hey, I just said it casually to show my determination." Xie Ruiyan gritted his teeth, "I didn't mean to mock you, and I was also scared of that sound effect."

"I'm afraid I can come and sleep together."

Xie Ruiyan turned his face away: "No, if you say such things again, I won't talk to you."

"It's such a serious threat, so I won't say it." Han Qiao raised his index finger, silently silenced, and stopped talking. A pair of peach blossom eyes full of affection directed at Xie Ruiyan, which was worth a thousand words.

Xie Ruiyan: "...?"

The person involved was completely unconscious: "What's wrong?"

"You'd better talk, I'm afraid when you're silent." Xie Ruiyan pinched the feather duster until it deformed, and the sweat on the palm wetted the fur on it, "Rub your ears tonight and wait, I'll bring the piano over. "

At ten o'clock in the evening, Xie Ruiyan took the violin and dozed off, and arrived as scheduled.

"Go to bed if you're sleepy, we'll try again tomorrow."

"Just today, just now. I didn't eat any biscuits or drink milk, so I'm not sleepy." Xie Ruiyan carefully observed Han Qiao's expression, "You really don't feel sleepy at all."

"Ah."

"Lie down first?"

"Okay. The sound of this piano is outrageous. No one can play it well." Han Qiao put the phone on the bed, lay flat, and put his hands under the quilt obediently, "But I have confidence in you .Student, please start your performance."

"Thank you, mentor, I will work hard." Xie Ruiyan took a stalk, stepped back from the bed, put the violin on his shoulders, and put on a handsome and elegant posture.

it's showtime!

In Xie Ruiyan's hands, whether it's worth three to five hundred yuan or one or two million yuan, they all have the name of the violin in the end, conveying the most beautiful rhythm. , It makes people feel emotional, music can also be expressed in this way.

For the sound of the piano, for this man's flexible hands and unremitting efforts, Han Qiao's lips curled up little by little, and he raised his eyes to look at Xie Ruiyan, the violinist in the bedroom who belongs here at this moment.

After returning to China, it was the first time for Xie Ruiyan to feel being stared at by such eyes again, like the baptism of drizzle.His emotions became high, and his skills became a bit complacent. He played with a strong sense of rhythm and high difficulty, and finally played a tune-changing "Horse Racing" with the violin.

Han Qiao's temples began to twitch unknowingly.Develop exciting musical instruments during the day, and experience exciting musical instrument performances at night. The original fatigue value was 30.00%, but now it has soared to 60.00%

Xie Ruiyan got carried away when he was playing the piano. He was far away from Han Qiao at first, and gradually closed his eyes, intoxicated by himself. He walked closer and closer, and finally sat down on the head of the bed, surrounded by 360-degree stereo sound around Han Qiao's ears.

The horses are galloping, the rhythm is ups and downs, and whoever listens to it should be spirited. It should be a divine song to boost morale.

The person who wanted to shout "Don't come here" became Han Qiao.

After finishing the song "Horse Racing", Mr. Han unconsciously punched the pillow and kicked the quilt under the quilt, feeling like he was in a race with a western horse, and after losing, he had a fight with a local horse.

"You have sweat on your temples." Xie Ruiyan took out a tissue and handed it to Han Qiao, "I chose the wrong song, sorry."

Xie Ruiyan even played five full songs, and was a little tired, panting lowly.

"It's okay." Han Qiao wiped away the hot sweat from his ears, feeling completely drowsy, "Can I sing a lullaby?"

"Singing? It's not agreed, only playing the piano, not singing."

"Where are you going to sleep? I have a copy of the Grimm's fairy tales in German here."

The corners of Xie Ruiyan's mouth drooped: "It's getting too much, it's not allowed."

"I don't have a trace of dignity as the owner."

"You feed me just because you want me to do this and that. I didn't know you still like to listen to fairy tales." Xie Ruiyan compromised and asked, "Whispering to help you sleep?"

"What good stuff? as/mr?"

Xie Ruiyan nodded: "Yes."

"The doctor wouldn't let me listen, saying that wearing earphones for a long time before going to bed would affect our hearing in this industry." The effect of the loud speaker is not great, and Han Qiao has never felt the live version, "You come."

Xie Ruiyan put the violin in the opposite study room, and when he came back, he still sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against Han Qiao's ear, and began to perform fine oral sounds, while rubbing his fingers, making frictional sounds.

He was tired from the half-twisted posture, so Han Qiao simply pulled him up.

Han Qiao closed his eyes, and listened closely to Xie Ruiyan's voice through the quilt.

The effect of the oral voice was very good, the repeated voice was sleepy like a hypnotic command, Han Qiao's nerves calmed down, his head still hurt, but he felt sleepy, so he said by the way: "Do this, don't your vocal cords tremble."

"You can vibrate as much as you want."

Xie Ruiyan began to speak in a low voice, and said some meaningless sounds in Han Qiao's ear. Later, a little lazy and shy, he simply selected Han Qiao's favorite part from the web library, and began to read foreign poems to Han Qiao softly.

"ibeliev hatall can hear.

Evenaicipateddiscre, Imhhheirown.

somecangraspthetouch m.

LtotheEasttogoW, thedeadmustruronowhere…”

Before Han Qiao fell asleep, he was caught off guard by a blow to his ears.

"Boom."

AS/MR can’t do without Bobo, Bobo is the soul of Whisper, Xie Ruiyan always thinks so, he will always come to the end of a video recording as a finishing touch.

It was the first time Han Qiao heard it. The half of his body that had been poked crisped up, his head exploded, and he kicked the perpetrator's ass.

The Whisperer was kicked off the bed, bewildered and dazed.

The author has something to say: The poem Xie Ruiyan read is Tagore's "Life is like a Summer Flower", here is the fourth paragraph and post the full text translated by Mr. Zheng Zhenduo

I hear echoes from valleys and hearts

Harvest empty souls with a lonely sickle

Constantly repeating the decision, and repeating the happiness

There will always be an oasis swaying in the desert

I believe in myself

born like bright summer flowers

Invincible and invincible, flirtatious as fire

bear the burden of heartbeat and the burden of breathing

Be happy

I hear music from moonlight and carcass

Auxiliary extreme bait captures ethereal beauty

Life is full of intensity, but also full of pure

There are always memories running through the world

I believe in myself

Die like a quiet autumn leaf

Not prosperous or chaotic, with a posture like smoke

Even if it withers, it still retains the pride of enriching muscles and clearing bones

Xuan Zhi Xuan

I hear love, I believe in love

Love is a struggling blue algae

like a gust of wind

through my bleeding veins

Faith that has stood by for years

I believe everything can be heard

Even foreseeing separation and meeting another self

And some moments can't be grasped

No matter how far you go, what is gone will never come back

Please see the hairpin flowers on my head, blooming all the way

Frequently missing some, and deeply moved by wind, frost, rain and snow

Prajnaparamita, one by one

Live like summer flowers, die like autumn leaves

still care about what to have