Million UP school god plays me every day

Chen Ge left.

The owls are engrossed in class, and they run and dance after class. Everything seems to be normal, but they are so obviously depressed.

Silent sorrow.

Xie Lan also wandered away several times a day, and couldn't tell what he was thinking, and even didn't know if it had anything to do with Chen Ge.

The most calm one is Dou Sheng, he does not participate in any topics related to Chen Ge.

In the afternoon between classes, Dou Sheng came back from outside and put the milk tea on Xie Lan's desk, and said in a low voice, "I have a stomachache."

Xie Lan froze for a moment, "Stomach pain?"

In my impression, Dou Sheng only complained of pain when his ankle sprained.That time he exaggerated to death, but this time he didn't make much noise. After saying a word, he got back to his seat and lay on his stomach, with his head buried in the crook of one elbow, and the other hand resting on his stomach, without moving.

Xie Lan came back with a cup of hot water and happened to meet Dai You.

Dai You said: "He suffered from superficial gastritis in junior high school, and he would get sick occasionally, please take leave and go back to rest."

Xie Lan nodded quickly, handed the water glass to Dai You, and turned to go out by herself.

On the way to the office, he awkwardly spelled the few words Dai You said, searched for the description of the disease on the Internet, and read it for a long time before he understood it.

It should be considered chronic shallow gastritis, Xie Jingming also has this problem.

It's easy to know what it is.Zhao Wenying happened to be at home today, Xie Lan sent her and Xiao Ma separate messages, and then went to Hu Xiujie to get a leave note.

The process of asking for leave went smoothly, but it's a pity that Xie Lan didn't take the leave himself, after all, it wasn't him who had the stomachache.

When sending Dou Sheng away from the school gate, Dou Sheng said helplessly: "Actually, it's really not, I'll sleep for a while and I'll be fine."

"Your lips are white from the pain." Xie Lan squeezed his hand distressedly, "I also took three days off from the dormitory, and I will go back after school."

Dou Sheng hummed, "Then you go to class obediently by yourself."

"know."

That's what I said, but Xie Lan almost didn't listen to the next class after sending people away.

He wanted to ask how Dou Sheng was doing, but he was afraid of disturbing his sleep, so he kept struggling until school was about to leave. Dou Sheng took the initiative to send a WeChat message saying that the pain had passed, so he relaxed a little.

There was a traffic jam on the road, and it was already 09:30 when we got home. Dou Sheng was lying on the sofa that he could see as soon as he entered the door, swiping his phone, covered with a thin blanket, and Zhao Wenying sat beside him and watched the computer.

"I'm back." Dou Sheng raised his head to see Xie Lan, and threw the blanket to the ground, "I'm ready."

Zhao Wenying pursed her lips, "Okay, put on your slippers too, stomach troubles are afraid of the cold."

Dou Sheng said oh, turned around, put on his slippers, and shook his phone, "The list of the three shortlisted producers for the OST of "The Boy on the String" has come out, station B has two, you and A Ze, and one named Jia Mr. Da, I checked just now, and he is a powerful character."

Xie Lan knew this on the way back.

Mr. Jiada is a well-known arranger and music producer. He is 33 years old and graduated from the Central Conservatory of Music. He is a double master in arranger and piano.When he was just in college, he became popular because of the original arrangement that he casually posted on the school website. He is indispensable for the arrangement of domestic popular film and television animations. Although he did not enter station B, he supported a series of porters.

"The Boys on Strings" is very good at handling things, and it is clear that Jiada is going to be the chief arranger, but they have started a PK session, and posted the original arrangement demo submitted by the three in the early stage on the website, and set up for 28 days. During the voting period, the position of the chief arranger is determined according to the popularity.

All three demos have been made public.A Ze's arrangement was not wrong, but it didn't have too many surprises, while Jiada's melody surprised him as soon as it came out, and it was a judgment call.

Xie Lan has never studied professional music arrangement, and has always been casual. From his own ears, he is not a bit less mature than a professional.

The pass channel won't open until twelve o'clock tonight, but he already knows that there is no chance, so he doesn't care too much.

Dou Sheng said: "I've heard it, and it's better for you."

Xie Lan was taken aback, "Huh?"

"His composition is very good, a short piece is very hot, but it has a strong commercial flavor." Dou Sheng picked up the ipad beside him, "I just made all the works he could find.

After listening to it all, he was actually a bit like you when he was not popular, with strong emotional rendering power, but now he may be too mature, but he can't get it into his heart. "

Xie Lan was shocked, "If you don't sleep well, what are you doing listening to his songs?"

Dou Sheng smiled and said, "Let's see what chance we have of winning."

Zhao Wenying heard the words and said, "I think so too. After listening to him for a long time, I also think Lanlan's is better."

"Isn't it?" It was rare for Dou Sheng to unite with her, "I think so too."

Xie Lan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Go to rest quickly, have you taken your medicine?"

Dou Sheng nodded, "After eating, the stomach pain is gone, don't worry."

"Ah."

Zhao Wenying was next to her, Xie Lan was anxious, but she didn't dare to show too much.

After all, he had a ghost in his heart, and he was afraid that Zhao Wenying might catch some clues if he could not handle it properly.

After hesitating for a while, he picked up his schoolbag and said, "Then I'll go upstairs to take a shower first. If you can fall asleep, go to bed early."

"Yeah." Dou Sheng nodded tacitly, "That's what I planned too."

The two went upstairs one after the other, and stood at the door of the bedroom, where they could not see under the stairs, before Dou Sheng shook Xie Lan's hand.

"It's fine, don't worry."

Xie Lan sighed, "Why do you suddenly have a stomachache?"

Dou Sheng muttered: "Maybe it's because I drank too much ice-cola at noon, or maybe it's because my stomach has nothing to do. I haven't had a stomach problem for a long time, and it should happen once based on the time."

"...You are too..."

Footsteps could be heard from the bottom of the stairs, Xie Lan had no choice but to swallow the words to his lips, and pushed open the door to go back to his own room.

He took a quick shower, and Zhao Wenying was still next door when he came out.

Judging from the sound, Zhao Wenying should be standing at the door of Dou Sheng, asking about food and daily life.

Usually she looks big-hearted, but this time she is like all mothers who complain that their children don't take good care of their bodies. They ask Dou Sheng what he has eaten in recent days, and criticize him for drinking iced drinks and staying up late.

Dou Sheng replied humbly, his voice was very low, sometimes Xie Lan couldn't hear him.

After a while, the talking over there stopped, Zhao Wenying knocked on the door here, and came in with fruit and biscuits.

Zhao Wenying said softly: "Lanlan, let's have some supper, you children have to eat something to study at night."

Xie Lan hurriedly said thank you, but she was a little embarrassed after she finished speaking.

The table was empty. He came back for a long time, thinking about Dou Sheng all the time, and didn't open his schoolbag at all.

He endured it, but still couldn't help asking: "Does Dou Sheng eat?"

"His stomach hurts and should be empty." Zhao Wenying shook his head, "I don't know if he will be hungry at night, I will cook some porridge to keep it warm, and if you are hungry, come down and serve it yourself."

Xie Lan nodded, "Okay."

"I have to go on a business trip tomorrow. I put two kinds of medicine in Dou Sheng's schoolbag. Please remind him to take it after dinner tomorrow, with an interval of half an hour. It will take two days and three meals a day." Zhao Wenying sighed. He squeezed his shoulders, and said in a low voice: "Usually you help Auntie look after Dou Sheng, he has a good body, but he has such a problem, seeing that it's summer, you can't eat too much cold food, let alone mix it with very hot food. to eat together.”

Xie Lan nodded repeatedly, "I will pay attention."

Zhao Wenying patted him and said with a smile, "You too, pay attention to both of you."

Zhao Wenying left, Xie Lan wanted to go to the next door to see Dou Sheng, and stay alone for a while.

But Zhao Wenying came up to see Dou Sheng every once in a while. From home at 09:30 to almost twelve o'clock, Xie Lan listened to the wind and grass in the next door with his ears up, but couldn't find a chance.

It was just after twelve o'clock, and it had been more than ten minutes since Zhao Wenying made any noise last time. Xie Lan had just made up his mind to go to the next door to see her boyfriend, when she opened the door, she took a photo with Zhao Wenying at the door.

Xie Lan: "..."

Zhao Wenying was about to knock on Dou Sheng's door with hot water, and said in surprise, "Lanlan hasn't slept yet."

Xie Lan: "Well... sleep now."

Go home, close the door, turn off the lights.

Dou Sheng's numb voice came from next door, "I'm really fine..."

"Nothing

What's the matter? "Zhao Wenying's tone was unhappy, "You will stand up if you have something to do. If you really have an ulcer and need a gastroscopy, you can suffer it!" "

The phone vibrated.

-Dr. Beans: Go to sleep...my mother's love exploded

Xie Lan sighed, lay down on the bed, and looked at the words on the screen in the dark.

- Terminally ill: Are you really all right?

-Doctor Bean: Well, I may have something wrong with my ears now. I listen to too much nagging, and there is an echo in my ears.

Xie Lan chuckled a few times.

- Terminally ill: Auntie is fine.

-Doctor Bean: Are you okay?I'm afraid you will miss Aunt Xiao.

Xie Lan was stunned for a while when he saw the word Xiao.

Xiao Langjing has been away for the past two years, and every time he sees pictures of other people's mothers caring, he feels a little uncomfortable, but this time he doesn't.

- Terminally ill: I'm fine, I just want to be alone with you.

-Doctor Bean: Oh, me too, I want a boyfriend.

-Doctor Beans: Cats Cry.gif

Zhao Wenying suddenly raised her voice, "Can you listen to me and stop playing with your phone?"

Xie Lan's hands trembled, and he hurriedly stuffed the phone under the pillow, not daring to send any more.

Fortunately, Zhao Wenying didn't have the habit of looking at her child's mobile phone, so she said, "Wait for a while, I'll fill you with a hot water bottle, and the air conditioner is not allowed to be turned on tonight."

After a long time, WeChat vibrated again.

Dou Sheng shared a violin piece and said: Good night, boyfriend.

Xie Lan replied: Good night.

He put on the headphones, closed his eyes, but couldn't fall asleep right away.

It was only today that he suddenly realized that the living environment of him and Dou Sheng has always been very free.

Most of Zhao Wenying is not at home, so no matter at home or school, they can stick together anytime and anywhere.This is the first time that I want to see it but dare not see it with a guilty conscience like today.

But the more worried you are, the more itchy you feel.

The elegant and soothing sound of the violin was heard in the earphones. Xie Lan tossed and turned several times before finally falling asleep.

But he didn't sleep well. It rained outside at night, and a low thunder rolled over, and he woke up suddenly.

01: 45.

The white light of the mobile phone is shining brightly in the dark, and there is a small red dot on WeChat.

It was sent by Dou Sheng an hour after they said goodnight to each other.

-Doctor Bean: Miss you.

The small three words on the screen made Xie Lan's heart beat a beat slower.

The rain outside the window is noisy, but the rainy night is so quiet.

There was no movement next door, probably Dou Sheng was asleep too.Xie Lan hesitated for a moment, but still replied.

- Terminally ill: I woke up, it was raining outside, I went to pour some water.

- Terminally ill: I miss you a little too.

He put down the phone and sighed uncontrollably, rubbing his cheeks vigorously.

They obviously live next door, and they made it like this.

He got out of bed without a word, picked up the glass of water, and pushed the door to go out.

The soft-soled slippers stepped on the ground without making a sound, and Wutong walked with Xie Lan's feet. This cat has always been aloof, but also a little clingy.Whenever Xie Lan is at home, it must follow him, wherever he goes, rubbing against Xie Lan's ankles with its soft fur, its temperament is actually a bit like that of Dou Sheng.

One person and one cat went downstairs together. Xie Lan didn't turn on the light, but just turned on his mobile phone.

Just after going down a few steps, there was another thunder outside, and he suddenly felt that the thunder somewhere behind him was subtly clearer than those coming from other directions.

Xie Lan's heart moved, and when he looked back, he saw Dou Sheng coming out.

Dou Sheng was wearing plaid pajama pants, a familiar black vest on his upper body, and his hair was a little messy.

Standing at the top of the stairs with his mobile phone in his hand, he licked his lips at Xie Lan.

Wutong gave a rare cry, unable to tell whether it was a mi or a whimper, as if she was acting like a spoiled child to a human being.

There was another muffled thunder outside, but Xie Lan's mood suddenly became better.

He turned around and went upstairs silently, stood at the top of the stairs, and whispered: "Does your stomach hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt

up. Dou Sheng sighed, with a trace of melancholy hidden in his eyes, "I knew I wouldn't be going home, and it's rare to get sick, so I thought I could get comfort from my boyfriend." "

Rarely sick?

Xie Lan had no choice but to whisper, "Hu Xiujie said that you also suffered from illness in your freshman year of high school, so I gave you a three-day leave for self-study at night."

Dou Sheng hummed, "It's an old problem in junior high school. If you don't make it easy, you will suffer for three to five days every time you get sick."

When mentioning junior high school, Xie Lan couldn't stop thinking about Dou Sheng's father.Dou Sheng seemed to know what he was thinking, squeezed his hand, and said proactively: "Sure enough, one can't treat the body badly just because of a bad mood. The mood will be good, but the body won't recover. It's a big loss."

Xie Lan hummed, remained silent for a moment, and then frowned suddenly.

It's been a long time since I mentioned what happened to Dou Sheng in the past.

After returning from the Three Gorges, the relationship between him and Dou Sheng was somewhat delicate.

They are intimate, secretly cuddling and kissing, heart-pounding and throbbing in several moments that are intentional or unintentional.

But it seemed to be very cautious, Dou Sheng seemed to be carefully maintaining a thin layer of window paper, not daring to pierce it.And Xie Lan always forgot to study it in haste, and before he knew it, it had been almost a month.

It wasn't until this time that the old incident was brought up again that Xie Lan suddenly remembered something.

He looked at Dou Sheng for a while, and said casually, "How did you get better at that time?"

According to what Dou Sheng said before, it is probably his so-called "light".

Who is the light?

Dou Sheng was stunned, "Huh?"

Xie Lan didn't say a word, just looked at him. After a while, Dou Sheng said "ah" again, "He's a violin player. He listens to his music every day. He's been with me for a long time, and he's gradually getting better."

playing the violin.

Xie Lan suddenly thought of the crush whom Dou Sheng made nonsense about before, and a trace of unspeakable concern arose in her heart.

After the confession, he once thought that the man playing the violin was just insinuating himself.

He frowned and looked at Dou Sheng, and Dou Sheng said again, "It's my friend who is very good at playing the violin, but I know him, but he doesn't know me, so... I don't know if you have heard of it, his name is Pagani Ni."

Xie Lan was shocked and couldn't believe his ears, "Niccolo Paganini?"

"Ah." Dou Sheng nodded, "I guess so, it's a foreigner, do you know him?"

Xie Lan: "..."

Paganini, an early Romantic musician, is one of the most famous violinists in history.

He instinctively felt that Dou Sheng was teasing him, but when he mentioned this "light", Dou Sheng's expression suddenly became very pious. He poked his phone twice, and opened a music app called "Paganini Masterpiece: 24 Caprices" Song" playlist to him.

"Here, this is the man. I only got out of the trough after listening to him playing the piano."

Xie Lan's eyes trembled: "This...it should be someone else's rendition, because..."

Dou Sheng looked innocent, "Because of what?"

Xie Lan clenched her fists.

Because he is dead.

Died in 1840, if memory serves me.

He couldn't describe the pity he felt for the music idiot at this moment. Although he felt at ease all of a sudden, he still felt confused in the world.

His Adam's apple twitched, and he whispered, "Forget it, don't mention him, I'll go down and pour hot water, and bring you a cup."

As he spoke, he was about to go downstairs, but as soon as he turned around, Dou Sheng suddenly put his arm around his waist, stopped him back, and said in a low voice, "I don't want to drink water."

The house was very quiet, and Dou Sheng whispered in his ear, "I want my boyfriend to comfort me when I'm sick."

There was a moment of silence.

Xie Lan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "How do you want to comfort me?"

Dou Sheng didn't respond, and stopped Xie Lan two steps back with his arm. Xie Lan leaned his back against the white wall behind him. Dou Sheng rubbed his hand near his hip for a while, then leaned over to kiss him.

They've kissed a few times in the past few weeks, but only lightly.Because Xie Lan will react when he is kissed lightly, and when he reacts a little irritable, he will push Dou Sheng away.

But maybe it was the ticked one that I wanted to see all night but couldn't see it.

Dou Sheng clasped his back

The kiss kept deepening in his mind, and Xie Lan also tried his best to respond, closing his eyes and listening to the breath of the two people intertwined, and the heartbeat that was inseparable through the two layers of fabric.

After a long time, as if they had used up the last trace of oxygen stored in their bodies, they let go of each other at the same time.

There was loud rain outside, but the house was dark and quiet. Only when Xie Lan let go of him did he feel his cheeks were burning, the corners of his mouth ached, and his hands and feet were numb.

The black eyes on the opposite side were lost for a moment,

Dou Sheng spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, "You..."

Just as the conversation started, the doorknob of the master bedroom downstairs suddenly clicked.

When Wutong heard the movement, he immediately turned around and ran back. Xie Lan's blood flowed backwards. Seeing the doorknob pressed to the bottom, he almost instinctively turned his head and followed Wutong back.

The moment the door opened, Xie Lan hadn't reached the blind spot. From the corner of his eye, Dou Sheng's foot slipped on the spot, and he just slid out of the top step very skillfully, preventing his ankle from hitting any hard objects, and his body fell down. The front hand has already stretched down and made a cushioning posture in advance.

Before he could react, he saw Dou Sheng sitting and falling down the stairs.

Probably in a standard posture, he fell down one step at a time, with good urgency and a steady posture, and tons, tons, tons, tons fell to the feet of Zhao Wenying who had just left the house.

When Zhao Wenying turned her head, Dou Sheng was almost on the ground, her sight was naturally caught, and when Zhen Zhen looked up to the top of the stairs, Xie Lan had already hidden in a corner she couldn't see.

"son?!"

Dou Sheng sighed, and said sadly: "Mom, why did you go out suddenly, I was so scared that my feet slipped."

Xie Lan: "..."

He squeezed his thigh, pursed his lips tightly, and pushed open the door of his room silently.

Wutong slipped in along the crack of the door, Xie Lan followed behind, and closed the door silently.

Almost got caught.

But not getting caught, still very profitable.

Xie Lan suddenly felt satisfied.

The corner of the lip was a little sore from the kiss just now, he went into the bathroom and turned on the light to check, and found that the part near the corner of the lip was slightly swollen, which was not obvious.

I couldn't help being a little worried, and I could only hope that there would be no marks on Dou Sheng's mouth, or that he wouldn't turn on the light, so that he wouldn't be found out.

It's past two in the morning.

Xie Lan finally felt relieved when he heard the sound of Dou Sheng being escorted back to his room to sleep by Zhao Wenying.

Feeling drowsy, he endured his sleepiness and finally sent Dou Sheng an emoji of cheers to cats and cats. When he exited, his fingertips trembled, and he accidentally poked open Station B, and the page stopped at the list of private messages.

In the private message of strangers at the top, the small window seems to have a keyword of "original".

Xie Lan's vision was blurred, and he opened it casually.

@黑衣主公: How many of the original arrangements you uploaded on the main creative voting page of "The Youth on Strings" are original?

Ok?

what?

It's easy.

Xie Lan pulled the phone closer, trying to read the sentence clearly.

But before the phone was in front of him, his vision blurred for a while, his thoughts struggled for half a second, and he threw the phone away with a flick of his wrist.

Whatever, I'm so sleepy.