When I came out I picked up a nemesis

In March, at the beginning of spring, everything revived. Xie Rui said that he was strong and strong, and he changed his clothes first, and put on three-quarter sleeves.

When Xie Ruiyan was sweeping the chords, Han Qiao saw a semicolon tattoo on the upper part of his wrist. He guessed this was the reason why Xie Ruiyan didn't let him grab his wrist before.

Xie Ruiyan didn't want him to see this small tattoo.

Han Qiao asked, "Does the tattoo have any special meaning?"

Xie Ruiyan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "Any tattoo."

Han Qiao didn't think so, so he searched it himself, and it was an intervention symbol to prevent suicide.

In the days that followed, Han Qiao made indirect remarks, and got an answer that surprised him.

Xie Ruiyan said: "Because of my mother, she jumped into the sea."

Han Qiao's heart trembled slightly, and he couldn't help touching Xie Ruiyan's hair, and rubbed the skin on his wrist to warm it up.

They have a little more similarity. Under the same roof, they feel a bit dependent on each other.

Sometimes actions are more soothing than words.

Sometimes actions hurt more.

It is always difficult for the abandoned and left behind to move forward with pain and memories.

When Han Qiao asked about tattoos that night, Xie Ruiyan thought of many people.

Grandma Xu Zhichan, mother Lin Rennian, sister Xie Weizhou...

I also thought of the guitar from Xie Weizhou.

I think about it every day and dream at night, and my dream is also a guitar. The guitar that Xie Weizhou gave me is a regular and somewhat cheap guitar, but it is a birthday gift carefully selected by Xie Weizhou. It is only a guitar for my younger brother. .

Xie Ruiyan didn't learn guitar at first, but Xie Chengzhang refused to let him touch it, so he obediently refused to touch it.But it seems that his sister saw through his hidden desire to try.

Xie Ruiyan dreamed that when he was in a rock band in junior high school, Xie Weizhou secretly saved pocket money and gave him an electric guitar with an electric box as a birthday present.

Xie Ruiyan formed a small rock band when he was in junior high school and was the lead singer of a four-piece band.The guitarist is someone else, Xie Ruiyan doesn't need a guitar, but after receiving it, he treasures it very much.

Xie Chengzhang went on a business trip, and Xie Ruiyan came home from school early, played the strings indiscriminately, put it and the violin on the bed, and lay beside him, pretending to be a bed with three musical instruments side by side.

Xie Ruiyan also hugged it when she fell asleep, put it under the bed together with the cover before going to school during the day, and put the electric box in the closet.

However, no one knew who leaked the news, and within three days, Xie Chengzhang discovered the guitar.

It was exactly the same as in the memory, Xie Chengzhang in the dream showed fierce rage in front of Xie Ruiyan, reenacting the scene at that time.

"Wonderful, how can I teach you? All you need is a violin, and the guitar can't be on the table. How do you make others think of Mrs. Xie and you? Playing musical instruments with ordinary people and being a worthless waste is you. Want it?"

Xie Ruiyan replied in a low voice: "It's what I want. I want to try it out. Father, you don't know how popular our band is."

He hoped his father would understand, but Xie Chengzhang said: "I am your father, and I have the right to decide what you want!"

In front of the siblings, Xie Chengzhang personally smashed the electric guitar to pieces.Xie Ruiyan held Xie Weizhou's hand tightly and prayed secretly that Xie Weizhou would not be sad or cry.

But Xie Weizhou still cried, his face was stained by crying, and hot tears fell on Xie Ruiyan's arm, which made his heart ache.

Xie Ruiyan, in her crying, the string named Calm in her mind and the guitar string were cut off by the fire lit by Xie Chengzhang with a "snap"

He rushed to Xie Chengzhang and snatched the ordinary electric guitar with his strong father.

In order to save the guitar, Xie Ruiyan was cut by the broken guitar strings and cut the bridge of his nose and half of his eyes.

The guitar had been smashed to pieces, and Xie Chengzhang stopped after he achieved his goal.

"Xie Da, Xie San, both of you reflect on me, you are as sensible and obedient as Xie Er, you know? Steward Wang, please go and clean up the garbage and throw it away."

"Master, alas...Miss Weizhou, Master Ruiyan, I'll bring the first aid kit from the medicine box right now."

After Xie Chengzhang and Steward Wang left, Xie Weizhou hugged Xie Ruiyan, crying wildly.Xie Ruiyan was in her arms, quietly.

After a while, Xie Ruiyan said, "It's okay, sister, I have a small coffers, and I can buy many more guitars of the same type."

Xie Rui said in his heart, although they will no longer be the ones you gave me, but I will still cherish them.

"I am, I feel that your face...does it hurt?"

"I don't hurt. A scar is a badge of honor for a man."

Xie Weizhou broke out laughing out loud, laughed twice, pressed his forehead against him again, sobbing and said: "Silly brother, where is this a medal, you are disfigured..."

Xie Ruiyan was praised for her appearance since she was a child, and when she heard this, she suddenly became anxious: "I will become ugly? Is my only advantage going to disappear?"

"It's not the only advantage, my brother is amazing." Xie Weizhou was amused and hugged him, "It's a medal, so it won't be ugly."

As soon as the screen changed, the warm hug disappeared, the crying girl disappeared, and the young woman looked deeply at Xie Ruiyan without smiling again.

Xie Weizhou refused to talk to his third brother, and walked towards Xie Chengzhang together with Xie Qiankun, with a beautiful face somewhat similar to Xie Ruiyan.

Xie Chengzhang's voice was persuasive: "Your brother and sister have made choices at this age, but what about you?!"

Grandma's voice came over, and the image in Xie Ruiyan's dream had become unclear: "Chengzhang, always oppressing children like this is not a good father."

"I'm a man, do you want me to be as soft-hearted as you and turn Xie San into a waste?"

"Heh, I didn't turn you into a trash, but I called others trash every day." Xu Zhichan waved to Xie Ruiyan, "Yanyan, come here, grandma will teach you the erhu, this is the quintessence of Chinese culture, don't worry about his nonsense."

"Dropping a child is like killing a child. How long are you going to spoil your grandson?"

"You use the prestige of the parents to suppress your son, so I will suppress my son, what's wrong?" Xu Zhichan ignored him, and handed the erhu and needlework frame to Xie Ruiyan, "Grandma still teaches you embroidery, if If you want to learn."

Xie Ruiyan took the needle, his fingers were pricked in pain, blood gushed out.

Red flushed his dark brown eyes, and he felt hope again.

Xie Ruiyan felt the throbbing pain of his fingertips, and looked up at Xu Zhichan: "Grandma, I want to learn."

Xie Chengzhang sneered, slammed the door and left.

When Xie Ruiyan woke up, his eyes were moist, but his heart was not sad. He went to the study to hold the cool guitar.

No one is teaching Xie Ruiyan what to learn now, but he has acquired the ability to learn.

Whenever he was doing something, he felt that grandma was by his side and never left.

The same goes for guitars.

In the past, he resisted it and was afraid of seeing it again. It made him think of his father, and even more of his sister.

Now I feel that there is something wrong with the instrument.

It crossed his face, leaving a trace, reminding him that somewhere in the dark, he would always find his way and get what he deserved.

For yourself, but also for others.

Touching the flame-patterned walnut veneer and sweeping the guitar strings with his fingertips, Xie Ruiyan seemed to have returned to his youth.

Over the past ten years, his fondness for touching musical instruments has not changed. Holding the guitar, it seems as if it was just yesterday, in the afternoon before his father came. A sound of playing is the resonance of musical instruments and people.

Xie Ruiyan played wildly at the beginning, couldn't stop, full of rock spirit, but even he couldn't bear to listen to it, just like the saying on the Internet that "donkeys in the production team don't dare to bark like that". It disturbed the people who were working in the study.

Xie Ruiyan opened one page after another, fumbled for half an hour to learn the video, slowed down his hand speed, focused on basic skills, and practiced over and over again while sweeping chords.

The feelings in the world are common, they have the same name, called music.

As Hegel said, music is the art of mood, and it directly targets mood.

This March is not over yet, Xie Ruiyan, with a more relaxed mood than before, has mastered the guitar while stumbling.

Han Qiao held the feedback of the designers' design drafts for this quarter, and concentrated on it without letting up in the slightest.

Xie Ruiyan knocked on the door, walked into the study, held the guitar and strummed the strings, but Han Qiao didn't respond.

Xie Ruiyan lay next to Han Qiao's ear and called him softly: "Han Qiao, you have worked for two hours, it's time to rest."

Han Qiao's ears went numb, and he raised his hand to pinch Xie Ruiyan's mouth.

"Huh? Only two hours."

"I didn't move at all for two hours. I saw everything through the glass." Xie Ruiyan put one hand on Han Qiao's shoulder, "You look tired and your neck is stiff. What did I tell you? Protect your cervical spine, and your hair."

Relying on the abundant hair volume, once you squeeze it out, you will be bald sooner or later.

Han Qiao yawned slightly, and stretched his fingers like a cat: "It's okay, I'm not tired."

After saying this, when he was about to get up to make coffee, his whole body shook violently, his fingers touched the guitar strings, and there was a crisp sound.

Xie Ruiyan supported his shoulder: "Be careful."

Han Qiao smiled, and curled his pale lips, "I'm not tired, it's just that my legs are numb."

"You're not tired, your legs are numb. Don't drink coffee, drink some tea." Xie Ruiyan pulled Han Qiao to the recliner next to him, and made a pot of Tieguanyin for Han Qiao.

Han Qiao smelled the aroma of tea, and heard Xie Ruiyan say: "I'm bored, you can listen to me play the guitar when you are resting."

Han Qiao thought: "Okay."

That pair of very pleasing hands can play the violin, make tea, learn baking, pastry and basic dishes, and now he has picked up the guitar again, which makes people wonder what else Xie Ruiyan can't know.

Guitar plus slow rocking, half of the melodies were selected for the three songs, and finally ended with a quiet and joyful "The Wind Rises".

"If your heart moves, just go with it."

Contrary to Han Qiao's imagination, Xie Ruiyan should have just started learning, not an experienced all-rounder.

Han Qiao could tell that Xie Ruiyan was a novice on the guitar, but his singing voice was moving and his hands were very nimble.

In addition, Mr. Han, who had been under the same quilt with Mr. Xie for so many days, realized that the other party's eyelashes are also very thick and long, which fits a not-so-beautiful metaphor

When blinking, it really looks like two small brushes, and when you close your eyes, it makes people want to touch it very much.

Xie Ruiyan plays the guitar very beautifully, similar to but different from playing the violin. It does not mean that the technique is lacking and green, but that it is more lazy and casual, and follows the feeling.

Han Qiao suddenly thought of a sentence, parents gave their children life, but they did not restrict the other party's qualifications to do everything according to themselves.

Like the song "The Wind Rises", Xie Ruiyan should also come and go freely without being restrained.

Xie Ruiyan hugged the guitar, opened his eyes, and smiled: "The guitar is also very nice. If I started to learn the guitar, I might be able to hold it and go out of the house to travel the world."

Pure laughter, without any impurities.

The rebellious spirit of hindsight is also very clean.

Arms, eyebrows, dimples.

His eyes and attention were all on this person, and Xie Ruiyan's exhalation was also in his breath, and Liu Ling's emoji appeared in Han Qiao's mind, which didn't quite match his current mood, but it was unexpectedly suitable.

Han Qiao said slowly: "Oops, it's a feeling of heartbeat."

Xie Ruiyan: "?"

"Emoji package." The explanatory words jumped out on the tip of his tongue, Han Qiao calmed down his wavering mood, and gave a wink, "Liu Ling shared it, I will send you back."

"No, I have it too." Xie Ruiyan laughed deeply, "Boss Han feels intoxicated?"

Han Qiao nodded, and replied without hesitation: "According to President Hao Hengba's thinking, I want to spend money to let you debut and become the brightest star. According to the thinking of President Criticizing Ba, Yan should become a bird in a cage. Singing for one. Does it make you uncomfortable when I say that?"

"It's okay." Xie Ruiyan's brows and eyes were even more curved, "Mr. Han praised me, these songs were originally sung for you, and even the guitar was learned because of you. I'm working hard on the basic skills of the canary, dear Ba total."

Han Qiao made Xie Ruiyan's language and expression deeply shocked, as if an electric guitar was plugged into an electric box, giving off a full reverberation.

Xie Ruiyan rebelled against the general, and Han Qiao turned his gaze back to the computer screen.

Xie Ruiyan added a pot of tea, and Han Qiao said to him, "Thank you."

Just "thank you" didn't count as the end of the sentence, and he called out in a slightly lower voice: "Ruiyan."

The trouble didn't end after the guitar.

Han Qiao used a clipper to straighten Xie Ruiyan's hair, and according to Xie Ruiyan's instructions, cut him some layered and unique bangs.

In return, Xie Ruiyan put Han Qiao's comb in the drawer and took out the hairdressing comb he just bought.

"Boss Han, what's up?"

"Okay, let me try your handiwork."

"Don't move around, you won't scratch your scalp."

Han Qiao made a small stool for Xie Ruiyan's haircut. Xie Ruiyan finished sweeping the floor, picked up the hairdressing comb, and chatted with Han Qiao while combing.

"I have an older sister and a younger sister, both of whom have long hair. We have similar hair textures, but my hair is as long as my mother's. The ends of the hair are tied and the color is brown. When I was very young, I would comb her hair. At that time The rare times she had a good laugh, I thought, if only she could smile like that all the time."

"You are a precocious child. Although my mother doesn't smile often, she must love you very much." Han Qiao raised his hand, followed the fabric on the waistline at the back, and reached the back of Xie Ruiyan's hand.

"What's the matter, Han Qiao?"

"Someone called me 'Mommy' recently and I wondered if you would call me that too."

Xie Ruiyan was slightly taken aback, his cheeks flushed.

Han Qiao turned his back to him and didn't notice.

Then, Han Qiao heard Xie Rui's words and asked him in a polite manner: "Mommy? Who called it?"

"It's a joke from netizens. You just called."

"That sentence doesn't count, it's a question."

"What's the tone of a statement called?"

"Mommy."

"Pfft." Han Qiao just laughed, and immediately felt a pain in his scalp.

There was slight annoyance in Xie Ruiyan's voice: "Don't move around."

"it is good."

"Good boy." Xie Ruiyan didn't follow this question any further, and returned to the original topic, "Just in this position, with your shoulders relaxed, it won't hurt you anymore."

"I believe you didn't mean to make me hurt." Han Qiao leaned back on the chair, his body relaxed, his shoulder-length black hair was scattered on the back of the chair, and he asked while being "smoothed", "In the past few months, have you contacted me?" ever your sister?"

"I have reported my sister's safety, and occasionally chat for half an hour, but my sister did not." Xie Ruiyan paused, his tone was not hesitant, but a little dull, "How am I doing recently, Xie Yu should tell her. Strength How, does it hurt, did you scratch your scalp?"

"Very good, continue." Han Qiao raised his hand and patted Xie Ruiyan's arm, "Can I take a rest?"

"Ah."

Han Qiao closed his eyes.

This afternoon was peaceful and relaxing, Han Qiao didn't have a headache, leaned back on the chair and dozed off, and almost fell asleep.

The comb brushed Han Qiao's head unconsciously, and Xie Ruiyan found that the man had fallen to the side, so he quickly supported his shoulder and said in a low voice, "Okay. Do you want to sleep on the bed?"

Han Qiao opened his eyes and shook his head: "I don't have the habit of taking a nap, so I just take a nap and take a nap. Thank you."

Xie Ruiyan handed him a mirror: "Look?"

Xie Ruiyan combed Han Qiao's hair until it couldn't be seen. I don't know what technique he used. The hair on the top of his skull became more fluffy. The already thick hair seemed to be doubled, and the three-dimensional face appeared to be smaller. .

Han Qiao finally knew how Xie Ruiyan, who was wearing a formal suit, made himself even more handsome. After the handsome guy used the scheming to become more beautiful, he was a double kill, and no one could resist.

Han Qiao looked in the mirror, and his tone was full of praise: "Xie Ruiyan, you are really amazing."

"It's not that I'm good, it's that your hair is soft and easy to comb out. For my hair, you must use pomade."

"I've always been envious of your hair." Han Qiao held Xie Ruiyan's wrist, "Come here and take a picture of yourself. How about the new hairstyle I gave you just now?"

"I forgot to look at it, let me take a look." He Han Qiao squeezed his face, Xie Ruiyan's face was squeezed out into an arc, and he asked inarticulately, "Is the mirror too small...or is it the face that Mud deliberately put into the nest? "

"Feel sorry."

Han Qiao subconsciously used the way his mother treated him in the past to get intimate with Xie Ruiyan, but he didn't expect that even couples rarely have the experience of rubbing their faces in the mirror, and most of them are facing the phone camera and taking selfies in the same frame.

Han Qiao took the mirror farther away, and now the two of them looked just right, and Xie Ruiyan didn't say anything about their faces being squeezed.

Xie Ruiyan whistled cheerfully, flicked his own bangs, and flicked Han Qiao's hair in a bold manner.

Han Qiao: "?"

Xie Ruiyan sighed: "Tsk, a pair of beauties, Baihe Saigao, I will take the lead in modeling myself."

Han Qiao: "???"

Zai'er has become more and more skinny, and his painting style has gradually deformed. It is very different from the frustration of making a snowman with his own body in the snow.

Perhaps this is the truest appearance of Xie Ruiyan. After people dig it out, they even miss him a little bit - only kissing can make Xie Ruiyan completely shut up, blush with embarrassment, and give up resisting.

Han Qiao said silently in his heart, Xie Ruiyan didn't mean that, and I didn't have that kind of worldly desire.

I.No.kind of.secular.desire.

I don't have desires, I'm just a standard x indifference.

After repeating it several times, and raising his eyes again, he is a straight man again, a domineering president who doesn't follow the usual path.

Xie Ruiyan greeted the mirror: "Hi, beauty!"

Han Qiao smiled dotingly at Xie Ruiyan in the mirror: "Hi, beautiful sister."

"Teasing me again!"

"It's not rude to come and go."