Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

Eight o'clock in the evening, City Symphony Hall.

In the waiting area of ​​the stage, Yun Shuhua was sitting quietly on a chair in the corner holding the harp, waiting for the performance to start.

On his right is a VIP lounge. It is said that a well-known violinist is sitting and resting in it. Soon, they will perform on the same stage.

Yun Shuhua straightened the bow tie on his neck, looked down at the harp in front of him, and after a while, swept an inconspicuous dust on the strings.

There was a conversation in the living room.

"Thank you, Mr. Xie, I am your fan. Your violin is so beautiful, can you sign it for me? It would be better if you write another sentence about academic achievement."

I don't know which fan chased him into the lounge, but the voice sounded like a little student.

After a while, there was a cold response from the door.

"Yes," said the man, "but what's your name?"

"I, my name is Jiang Zhao."

"Mr. Jiang Zhao, I wish you success in your studies, careers, achievements, and success. Here is your signature."

"Wow, thank you so much, teacher. My boyfriend and I bought the first row of the concert tonight. Teacher Xie Wen must work hard later!"

Yun Shuhua was listening intently, when the door beside him was suddenly opened, and a fair-skinned boy in a black vest walked out quickly with a postcard in his hand.

His movements were nimble and quick, but when he turned around, he accidentally bumped into the corner of Yun Shuhua's bulky harp.

Yun Shuhua quickly stretched out his hand to grab it, but saw the boy's hand also helped him up neatly.

The two looked at each other, and saw the young man blushed, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry brother, I almost knocked your piano down."

Yun Shuhua smiled at him, his apricot-like eyes shone with a soft light.

"It's ok."

"Brother plays the harp." The boy named Jiang Zhao opened his eyes slightly, "It's too good."

This made Yun Shuhua a little embarrassed, he supported the piano and said in a low voice: "It's nothing to play once in a while."

"Then...you should work hard for my brother's performance in a while."

Yun Shuhua said thank you, and the boy happily left the stage.

"Who was that person just now?" Someone beside him asked in a low voice, "Why does he have the authority to enter the backstage and ask for an autograph with Teacher Xie Wen?"

"I don't know, but those who can enter the backstage... have something to do with the background of the organizer. This is not something that you and I, the migrant workers, should care about."

The rambling voice reached Yun Shuhua's ears, and he glanced to the side expressionlessly without interjecting.

At this moment, another person walked in with the curtain lifted, and his eyes lit up when he saw Yun Shuhua.

"Shuhua."

Yun Shuhua looked over with a smile on his face.

"How about it, are you nervous about going on stage?" The man rubbed his hands and walked up and said, "If it wasn't for the fact that I have a harp player who can't go to work temporarily, I wouldn't be so anxious to ask you to help. Excuse me."

"It's okay," Yun Shuhua said lightly, "I'm short of money recently, and if the money is in place, everything is easy to talk about."

The man was obviously stunned for a moment, and immediately laughed and said: "It's easy to say, of course it's easy to say. By the way, I remember you found a game company after graduation, and now you are working as a game tester?"

When Yun Shuhua heard this question, he turned his head and squinted his eyes, with suspicion in his eyes.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Don't be nervous, I will never leak the secret, who is the relationship between us," the man waved his hand and said, "But... I didn't say that, Shuhua, you have always been spoiled, and you suddenly ran out of the house, It’s somewhat unaccustomed to come to such a far place.”

"Are you really planning to hide your whereabouts for the rest of your life, and then avoid him? In fact, you bow your head to him and apologize, and the matter is over. After all, he is your guardian..."

"—to remind you," Yun Shuhua interrupted him, "I have graduated from university, I am an adult, and I have the ability to take care of myself. I don't have a guardian anymore."

The conversation between the two was a bit loud, and many people around looked over and whispered.

The door of the VIP room rang three times, and everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a man in an expensive evening gown leaning on the door frame, tall and long-legged, with a cold expression.It was the outstanding violinist, Xie Wen.

He withdrew his jade-like fingers, and said softly, "The performance is about to start, sir, can you please stop talking to my partner?"

With a backer, Yun Shuhua slowly sat back on his chair and continued to correct the crooked bow tie.

As he pulled, the red marks from the cloth rubbing against the skin could be vaguely seen.

Yun Shuhua grew up in rich clothes and fine food since he was a child. No matter what he eats and wears, someone personally took care of him. Those overly extravagant living habits have created such a pampered body. Respond immediately to discomfort.

But he doesn't care about these things, and it doesn't matter if he suffers a little bit, as long as he can not go home... Faced with those, it's the same anywhere.

Seeing Xie Wen standing at the door of the VIP room, the people present apologized one after another.

The person who talked with Yun Shuhua immediately apologized with a smile: "Mr. Xie Wen, I'm really sorry, I don't want to disturb you anymore, I'm leaving now."

After finishing speaking, he glanced lightly at Yun Shuhua, sighed, and left the backstage.

Xie Wen turned and entered the room, and walked out holding a violin after a while.

At this moment, people were coming and going to move the chairs and music stand to the stage, and the host stood on the stage to announce the curtain.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's symphony orchestra concert. This concert is sponsored by Jingshi Group and Jicheng Group, and a famous pianist is invited..."

The changed voice came to Yun Shuhua's ears along the stereo, but when he heard the name of a certain group, he suddenly became noisy.

The brain accurately captured the words "Jingshi Group".

How could it be, how could it be like this, did I hear wrong?

Yun Shuhua's face turned pale, and he froze in place for a moment.

Why did I happen to meet a concert sponsored by Jingshi Group when I came out to do a part-time job?

The person who introduced him to work as a handyman in the symphony hall probably co-opted him to come here.

Yun Shuhua took two steps back, watching the curtain slowly opened, revealing a corner of the stage, and countless spotlights projected in front of them, waiting for them to play.

No, this is a scam of waiting for a rabbit, and he cannot be fooled.

Suddenly, a hand gently grabbed his forearm.

Yun Shuhua suddenly looked up, only to see Xie Wen standing tall and tall beside him, with the light behind his back, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a performance," he said leisurely, "it will pass soon."

Yun Shuhua's heart calmed down a little, his Adam's apple rolled, and he whispered, "Thank you."

The members of the symphony orchestra are walking onto the stage one by one.

Yun Shuhua walked to the corner where he should go, took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down.He is the only harp player in this orchestra. Although he has practiced for many years since he was a child, he has never worked with such a well-known orchestra. After all, he is still a little nervous.

Thinking about it now, how can a symphony orchestra that can hold concerts in such a place make an exception and ask him, a person who has never had any orchestra experience, to join temporarily?

It must be the ghost of that person secretly.

Yun Shuhua hated himself for being careless, but there was no remedy for this situation at the moment.He only hoped that this concert would end quickly, and then he would hide away from that person's surveillance.

That person is really persistent.

Thinking of this, Yun Shuhua turned around and glanced at the eye-catching sponsor logo on the curtain, and gritted his teeth.

The harpist is not in the C position of the orchestra, and it can’t even be called the front row. Generally speaking, the harpist’s position is obliquely behind the pianist, which can well avoid the sight of some audiences.

After all the orchestra members took their seats, Yun Shuhua moved the seats back a few times, hiding in the crowd, feeling a little more at ease.

The host is still introducing the main orchestra members.

Yun Shuhua looked towards the center of the stage under the extremely dazzling spotlight, and saw Xie Wen's tall and straight figure at a glance.

It's really nice.

Yun Shuhua couldn't help but look at it for a while longer.

It was only when the conductor raised his baton that he came back to his senses, and quickly placed his fingers on the harp to get ready to play.

The beautiful ensemble music sounded in the hall.

As soon as he entered the performance state, Yun Shuhua forgot about the things that bothered him.He tried his best to let go of distracting thoughts and convince himself that there was no one in the audience, and he was safe and free.

The strings vibrated and made a clear sound, which immediately made some low-pitched tunes light.

When he was a little boy, that man always made him learn the harp, and he persisted for so many years without knowing it.

Every time when playing the harp at home, that person would stop what he was doing, smile and listen to himself play a whole piece, and then flattered him with a compliment: "Shuhua looks like a little angel when he plays the piano."

Such a perfunctory compliment has not been changed for so many years.

Yun Shuhua snorted coldly in his heart.

That person doesn't like himself, refuses his love, and wants to discipline himself all the time.

It seems that being a guardian is an addiction.

Yun Shuhua thought to himself, unaware that the hall suddenly became quiet at this moment.

The strings in his hands were still vibrating, until the pianist diagonally in front of him stood up and looked at him with a frown, then Yun Shuhua withdrew his hand.

He turned his head and found that the entire symphony orchestra had stopped playing, and he couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

There was a low voice of conversation from the VIP auditorium in the front row, and countless pairs of eyes cast their eyes on the center of the stage, on the violinist Xie Wen.

Yun Shuhua gasped, and saw a handsome man in an expensive suit looking at Xie Wen with a gloomy face. The two of them seemed to be fighting each other.

What's the matter, is it possible that Xie Wen has any enemies?

There has never been such a situation at a concert.

The protagonist on the stage waved coldly, called the staff, and said a few words.

Yun Shuhua couldn't hear clearly, but only vaguely heard the words "drive out".

It didn't take long for the performance to return to normal.

This small episode didn't seem to affect the symphony orchestra at all. In all honesty, they were indeed professional, even if someone in the audience made trouble, they still did it perfectly.

After the concert, the audience applauded thunderously.

Yun Shuhua breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly returned the harp after stepping off the stage, then took off his dress coat and ran away.

There is no performance fee, as long as you can't see that person.

Yun Shuhua tore off the bow tie, and was about to walk out of the front door of the performance hall when he heard someone calling him from behind.

"Little Master."

Yun Shuhua turned around, his pupils shrank slightly, and immediately stepped back quickly.

"Why are you here? What are you here for?" He stared, pretending to be calm, "...What about him? He's here too?"

"Sir is here, and I am waiting for you to see him," the man bowed respectfully, "Young Master, Mr. is in a very good mood today. He will be very happy if you go to see him."

Yun Shuhua threw the bow tie in his hand to the ground, turned around and slipped away without looking back, no matter how many people were calling him behind him.

Today's performance... must have been written by that person!

He rushed back to the backstage, and saw Xie Wen who was talking to someone. The two eyes met, and they didn't say hello to each other.Yun Shuhua ran to the back door of the performance hall, pushed open the heavy door panel with all his strength, and fled to the hotel lobby connected to it.

Several men in black followed quickly and approached him silently.

Alarm bells rang in Yun Shuhua's heart, his black boots stepped on the red carpet, and he staggered to the elevator.

He pressed the buttons a few times indiscriminately, and paced around anxiously.

Don't care which floor, just go wherever you want, as long as you can avoid that person.

Yun Shuhua held onto the marble wall tightly, turning around and looking back.

Those people are getting closer and closer...

At this moment, the elevator made a "ding" sound and arrived.

Yun Shuhua quickly approached the elevator room, and hastily pressed the button to close the door.

The elevator door closed heavily and started to go up. At this moment, there was a crisp sound of leather shoes beside him.

A tall shadow fell on the top of Yun Shuhua's hair, and he heard a familiar smile.

"In such a hurry, what are you going to do?"

Yun Shuhua was suffocated in his heart, clenched his fists hidden under the dress, and stiffly pressed the button of the floor he was about to arrive at.

A big warm hand grasped his wrist faster than he did. This hand had sharp joints, faint blue veins appeared on the skin, and a string of Buddhist beads hung on the wrist.

"I wanted to leave without saying a word. The manners I taught you all these years...forget?"

Yun Shuhua struggled, bit the bullet and didn't dare to look up. He opened and closed his lips, as if he wanted to speak, but for some reason he couldn't.

The man chuckled: "Long time no see, let me see how much I've lost."

After finishing speaking, he picked up Yun Shuhua with his long arms, placed him on the railing in the elevator, and pressed him against the cold glass.

Yun Shuhua subconsciously supported his shoulder: "What are you doing, this is a sightseeing elevator, many people will see it!"

He knew how to best disarm the man in front of him, so he leaned up and rubbed his neck: "Put me down, long time no see, I miss you too, Jing Fan... Uncle."

Hearing this, the man's temples twitched twice, his big hand picked him up, his free hand touched the young man's buttocks, and said in a deep voice, "You call me uncle, do you want to get beaten?"

"No, no," Yun Shuhua said, "Brother, you are my brother."

Jing Fan put his hand on it, but still didn't take it off.

Yun Shuhua's pampered body is already sensitive, and he felt the warmth through several layers of clothing, his face flushed, he buried his head on Jing Fan's shoulder, and took a strong sniff of his body.

The faint sandalwood fragrance is not refreshing and makes people drowsy.

Smelling this smell, Yun Shuhua immediately thought of something, and raised his head and said, "Don't you believe in Buddhism? People who believe in Buddhism are not allowed to touch people in public."

Jing Fan glanced at him with a half-smile: "Is it related to this?"

"Yes, if I say yes, there is." Yun Shuhua said.

The elevator stopped and the door slowly opened.

"Well, you're right," Jing Fan weighed him, and walked out with long legs, "Then let's go to the room."

He held Yun Shuhua in his arms and opened the door of a certain suite, then kicked open the bedroom door, and threw the person in his arms onto the bed.

Yun Shuhua didn't want to listen to his nagging at all, so he immediately rolled up from the bed and crawled to the edge of the bed on the other side.

Jing Fan took off his suit jacket, threw it on the sofa stool not far away, knelt down on one knee beside the bed, stretched out his hand to grab it, and grabbed the young man's ankle.

"Where do you want to go?"

Three seconds later, Yun Shuhua lay obediently under him again.

"It's time to settle the score." Jing Fan's eyes showed a dangerous light, "It's about your private escape."

"I didn't!" Yun Shuhua retorted, "I'm already 21, and I'm about to graduate from college, so I don't need your care."

"Could it be that going out to support yourself is also called escaping?"

Jing Fan pressed his waist, leaned over and unbuttoned his collar, rubbed the reddened skin with his fingertips, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know how much hardship it will take to sneak out. Now this kind of life is what you want. need?"

When Yun Shuhua was touched by him, he couldn't help reacting. He felt ashamed of his unsatisfactory body, buried half of his face on the soft bed, bowed his body and hummed: "I am willing, you are no longer qualified to manage .”

Jing Fan narrowed his eyes and licked his back molars.

"It's a good one... I'm not qualified to manage it."

Through his trousers, he raised his hand and spanked Yun Shuhua, and said slowly, "If you don't obey me, spank your butt, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

There was a burning pain in his buttocks, and Yun Shuhua struggled angrily: "You still dare to hit me? You...you..."

He said "you" for a long time, but couldn't say anything harsh, then he closed his eyes and gave up struggling, paralyzed like a dead fish: "I hate you."

Jing Fan paused his movements, feeling amused in his heart, stepped forward and pinched his chin, and joked: "Not long ago, he said he liked me and wanted to have sex with me, but now he starts to hate me."

"Sure enough, he's still a kid."

When Yun Shuhua heard this, he closed his eyes and decided to ignore him.

As long as you ignore him, you can pretend you didn't hear those words.

"Pretend to be dead?"

Jing Fan turned him over, helped him sit up from the bed, and unbuttoned his neckline little by little, as if he was very dissatisfied with the suit he was wearing.

"You didn't say that?"

"... I said it." Yun Shuhua lowered his head, a little annoyed.

Jing Fan patted his face lightly, and said in a drawn-out tone, "Who comes to my room every day in pajamas and wants to sleep with me?"

Yun Shuhua blushed to the point of bleeding.

"Who kissed me while I was drunk and took off my clothes?"

"..."

"Who is clearly an adult, but still sits on my lap every day and wants me to hug him," Jing Fan said, "Seduce your former guardian, you didn't do this?"

"I did it," Yun Shuhua looked up at him, a little broken, "I just wanted to seduce you, and you are right."

Who would do something like that every day if they didn't like it?

But Jing Fan is too indifferent, sometimes when he gets busy, he doesn't see anyone for a few days or nights, and when he is intimate occasionally, it is just like the communication between relatives, and he never does deviant behavior.

Jing Fan didn't think about him, but he himself did, not only that, but he couldn't help it.

In order to seduce him, Yun Shuhua tried her best, but it was useless.

After the last quarrel, Yun Shuhua decided to leave, out of sight and out of mind.

Unexpectedly, after running away for a short time, Jing Fan was caught again.

Yun Shuhua thought to himself, even if Jingfan wanted to humiliate him, it was right, after all, it was a ridiculous thing to seduce him when he watched the grown-up child become an adult.

Jing Fan stared at him, and was about to speak when he heard someone knock on the door.

There was a sound of heavy objects rubbing against the floor outside the door, Yun Shuhua listened quietly for a while, and then saw Jing Fan appearing at the door.

"Come out," he said.

Yun Shuhua looked down at his pants, although he was extremely reluctant, he still went out obediently.

There was a huge harp in the living room of the suite, Jing Fan sat on the leather sofa not far away, and glanced at him.

Before he could figure out the situation in front of him, Yun Shuhua heard the man say, "Don't you like playing the harp? Change your clothes and just sit there and play."

On the stool beside is a set of...

It turned out to be the pajamas I usually wear.

Yun Shuhua stepped forward, picked up the clothes, hesitated a little: "This is mine..."

"It's your pajamas," Jing Fan said, "The clothes on you are of poor quality, don't wear them anymore."

He actually brought his pajamas all the way here? ?

Yun Shuhua got a little angry: "How do you play the piano in pajamas?"

"Why," Jing Fan crossed his slender legs, "won't you be able to play the piano if you put on pajamas?"

"..."

Yun Shuhua took a deep breath and didn't answer.

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Jing Fan moved his fingers slightly, and looked at him jokingly: "Change it, don't you feel uncomfortable wearing such tight pants?"

It turned out that he had already discovered his strangeness.

Yun Shuhua stared at him with red eyes, and angrily took his own clothes to change.

I thought that changing into loose clothes would be able to cover up, but I didn't know that wearing those trousers would help. Looking at it from a distance, it became more obvious.

Yun Shuhua returned to the living room depressed, found Yuan Deng to sit beside the piano, and asked angrily, "What do you want to hear?"

Jing Fan raised his chin, not in a hurry: "Go and turn off the light."

Yun Shuhua: "?"

He stood up again to look for the switch, thinking to himself, it's good to turn off the light, and he can hide his shameful reaction by turning off the light.

With a "snap", the apartment was darkened, and the moonlight shone through the window into the living room, and Jing Fan's handsome silhouette could be vaguely seen.

This time Yun Shuhua walked straight up, Jing Fan couldn't see clearly anyway, so what was there to be afraid of.

He sat down again, and before he could open his mouth to ask, he heard Jing Fan's hoarse voice.

"Just play 'Moonlight'."

Yun Shuhua didn't speak, set up the piano, touched the strings with both hands, and started playing when he was ready.

Compared with the piano, the sound of the harp is more dreamy and light, which will make people feel like falling into a dream, and the heartstrings are slowly plucked with the notes that flow out.

In the silent night, melodious and romantic tunes filled the room.

Not far away, Jing Fan quietly watched the engaged young man, the moonlight streaming down half of his delicate face, and the piano frame leaned gently on his collarbone, making his complexion even more fair.

After watching like this for a while, Jing Fan stood up suddenly, walked behind Yun Shuhua, and hugged him gently.

Yun Shuhua's body froze, and the nylon string came out of his hand, making a tune-modified syllable.

"continue."

As Jing Fan said, he clasped Yun Shuhua's waistline tightly with both hands, and rubbed it repeatedly.

"You..." Yun Shuhua felt his movements nervously, unable to push him away.

Jing Fan's chin rested on his shoulder, and his low magnetic voice harmonized with the sound of the piano: "It really is a little angel playing the piano."

"Aren't you trying to seduce me?"

Yun Shuhua heard the crisp sound of something being unbuttoned, and the cold belt on his waist slipped down.

"Come on," Jing Fan coaxed, "I'll give you a chance."

"If you behave well, maybe I will agree..."

Yun Shuhua held a string tightly with his hand, bit his lips tightly and did not speak.

Jing Fan's hand was groping around his body, stirring up the flames: "Don't tell me the little angel doesn't want to?"

Unexpectedly, Yun Shuhua answered, "I think...I think."

A chuckle escaped from Jing Fan's throat.

He let go of Yun Shuhua, pulled off his tie, and sat on the sofa.

After turning off the light, no one will notice the strong lust in his eyes.

Jing Fan unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a large bare chest.

"Come on, I'll give you a chance and let you take the lead."

Yun Shuhua was silent: "I can do anything?"

"Of course." Jing Fan said.

Yun Shuhua withdrew his hand playing the piano, walked up to Jing Fan step by step, and buried him in his arms. As soon as he felt the man hugging his lower back, he leaned his head and kissed him.

In the beginning, Jing Fan really wanted whatever he wanted and let Yun Shuhua mess around.

But in the middle of the night, the Suohuan situation began to change.

Jing Fan picked him up from the sofa, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "You are too slow."

After speaking, he was forced to carry him into the bedroom.

And then... and then it's not something that Yun Shuhua can control.

When he woke up the next day and opened his eyes, Yun Shuhua was filled with regret.

If God gave him another chance, he would never provoke a man casually when he was angry.

The punishment for not hitting the ass will be returned somewhere else sooner or later.

The author has something to say: thank the readers for the 10 bottles of nutrient solution irrigated by "Yun Zai is True".

[Lighting Cigarettes] Randomly thought about the setting, Jing Fan has a black belly, but Xiao Hua's is just a bit of a joke in the memory, it's bad.

I owe the extra episode of the women's clothing boss first, and I'll think about it again.

In this chapter, besides the two names of Yun Shuhua and Jing Fan, two other names appeared.

They are the author's eldest son and the forthcoming fourth son. You don't have to worry about whether these two are important people, or the author wants to pull them out for a walk.

As for why the second son was not written... because he is a big star and has no time to watch concerts.

Thank you for your tolerance along the way. Since signing the contract at the end of August last year, I am still a ignorant newcomer author. I will continue to work hard in the future, increase input, and write better works.

It’s been more than four months since I started the article in a hurry. I’m also very grateful because the final exam has been interrupted. You don’t blame me. I will still write ancient Danmei when I have the opportunity, although this channel is very cold. (woo woo).There is a palace-like stalk in my mind, and there is also a book about the demon monk. If I want to wait for these two books to be finished, it will probably take a while.

Finally, please allow me to promote the fourth son to everyone!

Xie Wen, a pro performer, kicked the scumbag into the crematorium!

The following is the text of "Get Out":

Xie Wen is 30 years old, rich and handsome in the industry, a flower in the concert.

When playing the violin at a concert one day, Jiang Zhiye happened to be sitting in the audience.

The second-generation ancestor, who was rumored to be in love and playful, picked out his ears and said mockingly: "What is the violin playing, is there someone who is half a professional player?"

Xie Wen got off the stage with a blank expression and told the staff:

"Let this person go, I will double the ticket price."

The two tied the knot, fighting from the front of the stage to behind the scenes, from strangers to acquaintances, and finally hit the bed.

Jiang Zhiye pinched Xie Wen's chin, narrowed his eyes: "We are not young, I suggest this relationship, you have to talk to me seriously."

Xie Wen was really serious.

He kept Jiang Zhiye in his heart, thinking about it all the time, trying his best to make up for all the shortcomings in his life.

Until one day, he saw Jiang Zhiye and his rumored fiancée in a bar. Under the lights, they spoke and acted intimately.

The co-author is planning to marry one at home and raise another outside.

Xie Wen licked the back molars.

Unexpectedly meeting Xie Wen here, Jiang Zhiye grabbed him in a panic, wanting to explain.

Xie Wen opened his hand:

"Get out of here."

In the countless snowy nights that followed, Jiang Zhiye stood at the door of Xie Wen's house against the cold wind, changing his usual domineering tone with a lonely and gentle tone.

"My dear, meet me."

"If you are more than ten years older and reach the age of returning to the light, you may fall in love again like a fool. It is said that an old man's love is like an old house on fire. It can't be saved if it burns." Qian Zhongshu "The Besieged City"

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#Xie Wen is 30 years old, Mr. Jiang is 36, and the old house is on fire in love

#dogman warning!Jiang Zhiye is a dog, the thunder is rolling!

#No fiancée, fake, no same-wife plot

#一个进形记：狂狗转人. Wife

#老人stumbling and stumbling, serious love, sweet and sour