living in the pocket of a nemesis

Although the keyboard player was hired temporarily and didn't even try the rehearsal, it didn't affect the success of this performance at all.

Ye Tang couldn't see the whole picture of the stage, so Fu Linfeng was the only one in his line of sight.

He saw that his every movement was smooth and smooth.

As I have seen countless times.

The last encore track has a keyboard solo. Although this tall and silent temporary keyboard player stands on the edge of the stage, looking like he doesn't want to communicate with the audience, he still can't hide his temperament. During the solo, everyone's eyes were all on him.

He is standing now, the notes played by his fingers are mixed into another timbre through the cabinet, and his movements seem a little random.

The skillful technique and obvious personal style of performance almost captured everyone present. Ye Tang watched from his pocket. He couldn't see the expressions of the audience clearly, but he was almost sure that it must be the same as those who had seen Fu Linfeng before. Like a piano player.

He seems to glow as long as he stands in front of the keyboard.

Towards the end, a bold audience member in the front row whistled to the stage at the end of the show: "You have something to do with your lifeguard! Can you save the next one!"

"Yes, there is another one and we will continue!"

Hearing this, Ye Tang subconsciously pricked up his ears.

The lead singer supported the microphone, and blinked regretfully at the audience below: "It doesn't seem to work, this is a friend of a drummer friend."

There were regretful voices from the audience.

For some reason, Ye Tang also felt a little regretful.

In the end, all the musicians came up to give a speech, but Fu Linfeng didn't follow. He just bowed to the audience from a distance away from the stage, and then went straight to the lounge.

The Livehouse space is not very big, and everyone was very excited when they jumped to the back. Even though Fu Linfeng was not as good as those who jumped all night, he still sweated a little when he walked over.

He came in and closed the door, and saw Ye Tang obediently lying on his pocket, staring at him without blinking.

It's so different from the little guy who was lying on the sofa playing match [-] games a few days ago.

"What's wrong?" He walked over and asked.

But Ye Tang just stared at him, and shook his head when he heard him speak.

Probably because he thought his current appearance was very interesting, Fu Linfeng approached a little bit, bent down and looked at him at the same level.

"It's nothing," Ye Tang said slowly, "Go back."

It was really nothing, Ye Tang just suddenly felt nostalgic.

I miss him suddenly not knowing how to communicate with Fu Linfeng.

The main creators of the band came to say goodbye to Fu Linfeng, and Sheng Jia was especially excited. After all, they had fought for this livehouse for a long time before, and this time it can be regarded as their wish.If it weren't for his relationship with Fu Linfeng, he would have come to hug him: "I really don't know how to thank you."

"It's okay," Fu Linfeng smiled lightly, "I'm busy. I'm very happy tonight."

"Thank you, thank you," Sheng Jia repeated twice, "Ye Tang is not here tonight, and when he is free some other day, I will treat you to a proper meal."

Where I am not, I am caught between you.

Ye Tang muttered in his heart.

Fortunately, Fu Linfeng's pockets were big enough today, and Ye Tang lay comfortably.

Fu Linfeng rejected the suggestion to have supper with the band, and after saying goodbye, he drove home by himself.

After getting into the car, Ye Tang crawled out of his pocket, but sat in the car with his knees in his arms, in a daze.

"Tired?" Fu Linfeng asked him while waiting for the red light.

"A little bit." Ye Tang said truthfully, "What about you?"

"It's okay." Fu Linfeng looked forward, "It's just a few songs, nothing more."

"But they are all standing."

"A keyboard is not the same as a piano."

"Oh."

Since then, the communication between the two stopped. Ye Tang looked at Fu Linfeng for a while, then turned his head back for a while, and turned his head to look at him again after a while.

It's just that there are too many things to say, and I don't know how to start.

After returning home, Fu Linfeng really didn't touch the piano again, and the door of the study was tightly closed again, as if he was just doing Ye Tang a favor a few days ago.

Except for the sonata he played on his back.

Ye Tang started to feel drowsy on the way back, and when he got home, he didn't even want to take a bath, and after washing up casually, he yelled to go to bed and lie down.

In the past two days, he has gradually gotten used to the weird princess bed, which was placed by the bay window, soft and comfortable.

"What's for breakfast tomorrow?" Fu Linfeng dragged Ye Tang back to the bed, and tucked the quilt back for him.

"I'll go to your company tomorrow! I took a look and heard that the handmade toast shop next to your company is delicious." Ye Tang said, looking at the ceiling.

"Row."

"By the way..." Ye Tang opened his mouth, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling, "Although Sheng Jia thanked you, I'll thank you again myself, thank you for helping him."

Sensing Fu Linfeng's movements paused, the other party seemed to smile and called his name.

"Why." Ye Tang answered gruffly, afraid that Fu Linfeng would ask something else related to the past.

"It's nothing," but the other person just stood up, turned off the light, and said, "Go to sleep."

Ye Tang didn't sleep well that night.

He had several bizarre dreams, especially the first one was very excessive—he seemed to be sleeping on dozens of layers of quilts, but he was still tossing and turning very uncomfortable. After a night of discomfort, he lifted those quilts layer by layer Come, it turned out that the bottom was actually a three-three cat food!

Then Fu Linfeng's face appeared in front of him strangely, and he said contemptuously and curiously, why are you a prince and pea?

Before he could beat Fu Linfeng in this dream, a new dream came in.

The rest of the dreams were much more normal.

It was all related to the past. He dreamed that when he was a child, he was walking with Fu Linfeng on the road to practice the piano. He complained that Chopin's etudes were too difficult, and Fu Linfeng walked aside silently without speaking.

And at the end of the dream, I spoke to him seriously, saying, don't go, let me play London Bridge for you, okay?

The face of Fu Linfeng in the dream looked younger. Ye Tang just wanted to get closer and ask for an answer, but suddenly his whole body seemed to be suspended in the air, and he suddenly fell down——

"boom!"

There was a sound of landing.

"It hurts..."

Ye Tang hissed and opened his mouth.

The pain was terribly real, and all his dreams were shattered. Ye Tang barely woke up and opened his eyes.

Eh, wait.

I seem to have fallen.

That fell off the princess bed?

He was thinking, looking around habitually, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Things that used to be huge in size seem to suddenly become normal, such as beds, tables and chairs, computers, sofas...

And that stinky cat named Sansan was squatting at his feet at the moment, looking over in horror.

He changed back? !

Without further ado, Ye Tang immediately looked down at himself.

The poor Barbie princess bed has been crushed by him transformed back, and the decorative bear on it has also turned into a battered appearance, with pitiful black eyes looking at Ye Tang across the broken bed.

...How to make it look like I have treated them violently.

He glanced at himself—

Then he gasped.

So weird, so weird.

What the hell?

Why do you have clothes when you get smaller, but lose them when you get bigger? ?

Ye Tang anxiously grabbed a towel and wrapped himself up. Just as he was about to take the next step, he saw the person lying on the bed not far away seemed to move, as if he was about to turn over——

He is waking up!

Fu Linfeng was awakened by his movement, and just as he was about to turn his head around, Ye Tang forcefully pushed his head back.

"You, you, don't look at it!" Ye Tang was angry and anxious, pinching Fu Linfeng's neck to prevent him from turning his head, "Get me a dress quickly!"

"—I've changed back!!"