north bird south

Xu Zhiyuan had never suffered such a shame and humiliation since he was a child, even his father beat him because he locked the door tightly at home, because the family ugliness should not be exposed outside.

Because of this punch, Yu Yao made his teeth itch with hatred, and Xu Zhiyuan vowed to avenge the blow on his stomach.

Fu Shubai persuaded him: "Forget it, Yuaner, you're the one to take the blame, who would take advantage of his brother-in-law, isn't this a big-tailed wolf?"

The reason why I misunderstood it had a lot to do with Fu Shubai. Xu Zhiyuan greeted several of his relatives one after another, and said, "Damn it, didn't you say you can touch it?"

Fu Shubai asked himself when he said that.Xu Zhiyuan said that he "secretly looked at him" with his eyes.

Fu Shubai put his fingers together and swears, the look in his eyes at that time was just telling him that this gentleman had an unusual status and absolutely no lust.It was Xu Zhiyuan's dirty thoughts and impure mind that conjured up such a meaning.

"..."

Xu Zhiyuan had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only sadly add another layer of dull shame to the unreasonable hatred.This kind of mixed mood always came out when he saw this little uncle.

Yu Yao became his exclusive teacher.Xu Zhiyuan originally thought that the purpose of meeting him to give him a blow was to make him obedient in class, and he touched a tendon in his rebellious period, so he wanted to go against Yu Yao.

But after getting along for a while, I found that Yu Yao was completely different from his initial impression. His easy-going temper made those "tough" resistance as soft and boring as hitting cotton.

Xu Zhiyuan was very strange, he felt that this person was really difficult to guess, so he changed his strategy, from being tough to soft and hard, insisting on finding out the flaws of this person.

Yu Yao was reticent, but his voice was gentle and pleasant, and he was very patient in teaching him, almost touching Xu Zhiyuan's fingers one by one, as delicate as teaching a child to learn arithmetic - of course Xu Zhiyuan is not that stupid , most of which were deliberately added to the chaos to test Yu Yao's upper limit of patience.

So he purposely played the qin so that he vomited and mocked to stain his little uncle's ears, and then when Yu Yao frowned, he asked innocently, "Am I playing well?"

The anticipation contained in it made Yu Yao endure the blame abruptly, so he had no choice but to correct it patiently.But after doing this several times, Xu Zhiyuan's little thoughts were easily seen through.

Yu Yao seriously asked him if he wanted to study hard.

Xu Zhiyuan pretended to be wronged and said, "I was studying hard, why are you attacking me?"

Yu Yao stretched out his index finger: "I'll give you another chance."

Xu Zhiyuan was so excited again, after finishing the song, he looked at the silent Yu Yao and provocatively proudly: "Tsk, you don't have to look at me with such praiseful eyes, and you don't have to be quiet Acquiesce in my excellence, I have known that I am a genius since I was a child."

"..."

This self-aware genius was rewarded by Yu Yao——

The next day, Xu Zhenping beat his son up.

Xu Zhiyuan was lying on the bed "healing his wounds", and gritted his teeth to Yu Yao who was standing next to him: "You fucking can't afford it, if you have the guts to give me another punch like last time, I'll fight with you..." What is my father's ability to sue!"

Yu Yao gently placed the piano on the collarbone around his neck, and when his chin was pressed against the chin rest, Xu Zhiyuan could see the white veins on his neck.

Yu Yao said: "You didn't offend me, I won't beat you."

Xu Zhiyuan sneered: "Do you really think you can beat me? The last time I was too lazy to argue with you, if I really fight with you..."

"I'll play it for you once, and you should listen to it well."

"My mother hasn't finished talking yet!"

Yu Yao stood up as if no one was around.

Xu Zhiyuan, who was injured in his buttocks, couldn't stand up to show his majesty, so he had to cover his head with a pillow, trying to isolate all the sound from the outside world.

The melody entered his ears through the thick cotton.The anxious scolding in Xu Zhiyuan's heart calmed down.

If he was asked to find a word to describe the feeling at this time, he could only find "creepy" from his mind that had not been nourished by much knowledge.

Of course, what I want to describe is not horror, but the penetrating feeling that the hairs stand on end.

It was as if the music grew out of his blood, irrigating the internal organs in an ethereal way, and the silence and waiting for many years were just for the resonance at this moment.

Later, Xu Zhiyuan once wanted to write down this feeling or play it out, but his literary literacy was limited and his artistic talent was insufficient, so he could only keep it in his heart and touch it carefully.

Xu Zhiyuan was stuffed in the pillow and almost suffocated.

The suffocation pulled him back from his trance, and his eyes traced Yu Yao's outline inch by inch through the cracks.

The sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up at the elbows, and two loose buttons were left loose at the neckline, leaving the collarbone and the red rope around the neck unclosed. This man looked immersed... like a noble and beautiful white bird.

There was a frequency in his heart that inexplicably produced an indescribably weak harmony with this elegant performer.

Xu Zhiyuan finally compromised in anger, and asked, "What song did you play, it's really nice."

"The original piece is Debussy's piano piece, "Moonlight"."

"Hiss... piano music," Xu Zhiyuan muttered to himself, "Can you play the piano?"

"Ah."

He listened to the song in silence for a while, forgot to be angry, and became interested: "...Hey, when I learn this piece, how about we play it and play it together?"

"up to you."

In Yu Yao's eyes, Xu Zhiyuan is still a child with an erratic temper, and he doesn't like to argue with children, he only thinks what Young Master Xu said is a child's word, so he "responses to every request".

Xu Zhiyuan figured this matter out later, and he secretly sulked for a long time - if he knew that Yu Yao didn't take himself seriously at that time, he would have endured the severe pain in his butt and exposed him on the spot.

Yu Yao closed his eyes in front of him and pulled it over and over again.

Xu Zhiyuan's resentment never lasted long—it's no wonder that Yu Yao treated him like a child, and couldn't help joking after hearing the tune, "When are you going to teach me?"

"See when you can learn it."

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Xu Zhiyuan said, "Hey, little uncle, actually you don't hate it, but you have a bad temper and you are very rigid, not as lively and open-minded as I am, so there is a generation gap between us."

There are reasons for Xu Zhiyuan's "limited literary literacy" and "lack of artistic talent". Most of his time and thoughts are spent on falling in love with himself.

Commonly known as narcissism.

Yu Yao didn't speak, Xu Zhiyuan urged him to speak: "...You see, that's what's wrong with you, you don't take other people's words seriously. Either you interrupt without authorization, or you don't reply."

Xu Zhiyuan's serious analysis makes people think that he knows Yu Yao well.

"Also, don't think that this matter is over, young master, I'm still angry with you for suing." Xu Zhiyuan buried half of his face in the pillow, unable to take his eyes off him, "Little uncle, hurry up If you say something to coax me, I will forgive you with a blind eye."

Yu Yao played without hearing it.

"All right, hey, did you hear that..."

"Hello... little uncle, Yu Yao!"

Yu Yao frowned because of his noise, so he stopped playing and looked at him, and said gently, "Don't talk."

"Look, do you have a valve in my mouth?" Xu Zhiyuan said boldly, "The only ones who can shut up the young master are my stick and the lips of a beautiful woman."

Yu Yao sighed, put the violin on the table, and leaned over beside the bed.

Xu Zhiyuan curled his fingers inexplicably, and accidentally bit a piece of flesh on his lower lip, looked at Yu Yao and asked, "...what are you doing?"

"I'll discuss it with Zhenping." Yu Yao pulled the quilt for him, and patted Xu Zhiyuan's injured butt lightly through the quilt, and said in a soft and comfortable voice, "His attack is still too light."

Xu Zhiyuan: "..."

……

When the autumn wind was cool, a tall and slender figure was missing on the ground surrounded by the ginkgo leaves that practiced music. Fu Shubai was wrong, because Master Xu didn't participate in the salon, and those talented scholars and beauties who "came here for fame" were much less.He managed to ask Xu Zhiyuan out to eat out with great difficulty, and the first thing he said when they met was: "Hey, our very busy Young Master Xu took the time to come and have dinner with me, it's a great honor."

Xu Zhiyuan kicked him haggardly: "Don't give me the yin and yang."

Master Xu's stick is the best way to make Xu Zhiyuan shut his mouth.It just so happened that Xu Zhenping had a lot of free time recently, so he was invited by Yu Yaozhi to sit beside him while practicing the piano, which caused Xu Zhiyuan as much horror as the ghost hanging behind people in horror stories.

Fortunately, the old man was ordered to go out recently, and he couldn't come back for half a month, so Xu Zhiyuan returned to freedom.

Xu Zhiyuan's skills improved by leaps and bounds during this period, and at the same time, he also had to hold back his faults.

"Damn it," Xu Zhiyuan raised his painful paw, revealing the red fingertips caused by rubbing the strings, "I must have lost my mind to learn this thing at that time."

"These musical instruments are all spiritual. After you learn them well, your temperament will follow. Have you seen those foreigners performing in the opera house? Just standing there can make people feel elegant." Fu Shubai shook his head and said , "I think your local flavor is too strong, and the 'Violin Spirit' can't help it. Instead, it has to turn its head to fit your temperament... It's a pity."

Xu Zhiyuan called him nonsense, so he pulled Yu Yao out to make an argument, saying: "Mr. Yu is a model, you have always seen him playing the piano. I have little knowledge, and I can't find other words to describe it except beauty... ... Tsk, I feel tempted even as a man."

Xu Zhiyuan snorted coldly: "Aren't you showing off the 'Tubula' style love to me, and praising homosexuality all day long? You can go after him, and within a few days, he will shut the door and feed you until you are full. Guaranteed Just let your spirit fall in love."

"What Tubula...that's called platonic love," Fu Shubai rolled his eyes, and said, "Supporting doesn't mean I am, I still prefer a woman's body to a man's soul."

Xu Zhiyuan: "Vulgar."

Fu Shubai: "To each other."

The two clinked glasses together.

While drinking a cup of wine each, Fu Shubai asked about Yu Yao again.

As Fu Shubai said... Whenever he thinks of Yu Yao playing the piano, Xu Zhiyuan's heartstrings will always be twitched inappropriately. After only a few days of acquaintance, Xu Zhiyuan doesn't know much about him, he only stays in his beautiful skin.He felt that he didn't have a habit of liking men, but that face was too haunting.

He managed to escape from Yu Yao's discipline at the moment, and in this spare time, he and Fu Shubai got drunk and went to the nightclub again.

Usually when Xu Zhiyuan flirted with the young lady, he was less restrained and more limited, and he didn't really taste any forbidden fruit.He hasn't passed the college entrance examination yet, and he is not financially independent. If he brings back a pregnant daughter-in-law who doesn't know why, Mr. Xu will have to break his legs.

But maybe Xu Zhiyuan's freedom was restricted for too long that day, and Xu Zhiyuan's indulgence was too much.

In addition, there were many people in the nightclub he went to and out of, intending to climb the branches of Xu's house. He was so drunk that he rolled onto the bed with them in a daze.The smell of alcohol paralyzed his consciousness, he couldn't see anything clearly, his mind was full of warm nephrite lips and charming rouge fragrance.

He was full of interest, and when he was taking off his clothes, he heard a woman scream. Xu Zhiyuan looked at the confused figure who opened the door, doubled, and saw clearly that it was his little uncle.