living in the pocket of a nemesis

An Qiao nodded to the producer, bent his eyes and said happily: "We've known each other for a long time, Xiao Fu is a good boy."

The producer was also surprised, because Fu Linfeng is mainly an artist agent, and his investment is not often invested in this area. Originally, he thought it was a surprise that he could invest money, but he didn't expect to meet the invited judges. It was simply a joy. Kazakhstan.

He asked the waiter for a drink: "Then celebrate the fate of the two—"

Fu Linfeng took a glass by himself, and cut off the one that was supposed to be handed to An Qiao.Smiling, he explained to the producer: "Ms. An doesn't drink, so I will take it for her."

"Okay, okay..." The producer was a good person, and he didn't feel embarrassed, and immediately echoed twice.

An Qiao may not have seen Fu Linfeng for a long time, and he couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes: "After so many years, Xiao Fu still remembers."

Fu Linfeng is much taller than An Qiao, and when he speaks, he always bows slightly and listens, with just the right proportion and proper manners.

An Qiao actually wanted to praise him again, but as a mother, she still glanced at her precious son beside her, fearing that she would have other emotions because of her words.

But to his surprise, Ye Tang didn't react much this time.

An Qiao still remembered the bad breakup back then, and tried not to mention him in front of Ye Tang these years.

Seeing his son's fairly normal behavior, An Qiao secretly thought, maybe he let go.

Only then was she relieved, and continued to speak a few more words to Fu Linfeng with a smile.

Watching them exchanging greetings, Ye Tang, who was watching from the sidelines, murmured silently in his heart.

Thinking of Fu Linfeng's indifferent or sarcastic eyes in the office a few days ago, and his cold expression because he was followed in the parking lot that day, Xin Dao said that he is a classical music minor and composer, and Fu Linfeng may have minored in Sichuan. Such a dog.

After all, although Fu Linfeng was very polite in the past, he tended to be more silent and quiet. At that time, if An Qiao praised him a few more words, he would still be embarrassed and say "no" in a muffled voice.

Ye Tang's gaze fell from Fu Linfeng's face to his pocket again.

It seems that the relationship between the two has come to an abrupt end again after the transformation.

Everything is unfamiliar and polite, nostalgic and strange.

In the past few days, he occasionally wakes up once or twice to subconsciously look around, spread his hands to compare with the surrounding furniture, and then breathe a sigh of relief again.

Or when sitting next to the piano every night and can't write the melody I like, the image of Fu Linfeng standing on the stage and pressing the keys with both hands will come back to mind that day.

A magnified world, space in your pocket.

Pillows made of winter jasmine petals, tableware that is too small, and a small bed with a bear doll that I lie on every day.

And after the sudden change, the relationship between the two became silent again.

Everything seems disorganized and illogical, but, but...

Ye Tang has been playing for a long time these days and can't find the desire to create, but now there seems to be something knocking in his heart, and suddenly, there is a crisp "ding" sound.

Maybe it can be written like this, the beginning is witty and light, the middle chord can be changed to another style, and then...

There was almost a melody actively rushing into his mind, and Ye Tang suddenly couldn't stay here any longer, he had to go back quickly, play it out, and write it down.

"Mom," Ye Tang interrupted An Qiao who was talking, and said suddenly, "I want to go home first!"

"Huh?" An Qiao thought badly, so the calm just now was really temporary?He still doesn't want to see Fu Linfeng?

Ye Tang's expression seemed a little anxious, he lowered his head as if thinking about something, and ignored the producer's jokes.An Qiao couldn't say anything more: "Then you go and tell the driver. I'll be back later."

"Okay, see you later," Ye Tang nodded before hastily bowing his head and heading out.

After thinking about the beginning and the middle, Ye Tang thought as he walked towards the door, what should the ending be like?

He bit his lip thinking, walking faster and faster.

Although Ye Tang majored in piano, his school is very inclusive. For example, the composition department is more diversified, and with the addition of modern software, it has become more flexible.Because there is no direct arrangement department, if the writing is non-classical music, some capable people will take over the arrangement project by themselves.

Ye Tang even thought about what kind of string music to add in the middle, but the melody at the end still hasn't settled down.

What's the shortcoming...

He was concentrating on thinking, and when he was walking forward, he stopped and held him with one hand.

Ye Tang suddenly raised his head from his own world.

The people who were still chatting warmly with the adults in the venue did not know when they had come to him. Fu Linfeng's hair was not messed up, and his clothes were even without any wrinkles, but if you look carefully, the ups and downs on his chest It was more obvious than before, as if he was afraid that the other party would leave, so he chased him out in big strides.

"Hey?" But now Ye Tang didn't pay attention to those, but suddenly raised his head from his own world, and looked at Fu Linfeng for a moment, even a little confused, "What's wrong?"

"I……"

The man who was talking in a graceful and eloquent manner in the venue suddenly only spoke one syllable.

"Wouldn't it be very abrupt if E major was directly transferred to B minor as a whole?" Ye Tang's mind is full of that melody now, and no matter what Fu Linfeng wants to do with him, he happens to meet someone who understands music, so he doesn't care. asked politely.

"If you add a few major chords in the middle, no." Despite such endless questions, Fu Linfeng seemed to understand Ye Tang's meaning in an instant, and said.

"It's fine if you don't!" As if he had received a satisfactory reply, Ye Tang smiled at him with his eyes bent, "If you can write like that..."

"Go back quickly, and you'll know if you go back and have a try." Fu Linfeng stood on the spot and said to him.

Ye Tang continued to nod, and finally got some clues before realizing that Fu Linfeng chased him out, maybe he was looking for something.

"What is it?"

He raised his head and asked.

Fu Linfeng had a faint smell of champagne, which was not intoxicating, but when he looked at Ye Tang, he hesitated again for a short time.

"Nothing," he said this time.

"Oh, are you still going to have dinner with them?" Ye Tang asked, not realizing that all the changes were because he hurriedly said that he was going to leave.

Fu Linfeng actually wanted to say that it doesn't matter whether he goes or not, but he just looked at Ye Tang for a long time, and he didn't want to ask if he was angry or not, but then he all went back, and finally shook his head.

"Then I'll go back first." Ye Tang said to him, "The driver is still waiting for me."

"Okay." Fu Linfeng nodded.

He stopped approaching, stood where he was, and watched Ye Tang leave.

Just when Ye Tang was about to walk out of the hotel door, he stepped over again.

"Wait a minute." Fu Linfeng said suddenly.

The other party took a step closer, and before Ye Tang could react, he stuffed something into his hand.

It turned out to be a "little prodigy phone watch" with the strap removed.

"You forgot to take it back last time. After all, I took your money, so it's not good to leave it here." The gaudy dial didn't match Fu Linfeng's suit and leather shoes at the moment, but he didn't seem to care.

"In case you get smaller again, just use this to call me," he said briskly, but without the teasing meaning before, "I knew it was you."

"Oh..." Ye Tang didn't know what to say, so he just nodded.

"Go back quickly." This time, Fu Linfeng did not catch up again.

But when he left, Ye Tang heard what he said to himself.

"If you can't think of it, just play it once."

"If the picture in my mind can pop up, it is the most perfect melody, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Fu Linfeng always seemed to be like this before, as long as there was something that Ye Tang couldn't figure out, he only needed to say a few words, and he would suddenly understand.

The interpretation of emotions, the breakthrough of bottlenecks... the same is true.

Ye Tang was startled suddenly, the last stanza, which had no clue, was suddenly automatically filled with melody.

But this time, what comes to mind is not the days when he became smaller in Fu Linfeng's pocket these days.

That scene appeared three years ago, and it was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar—until now, Ye Tang almost remembered it, and he could look up and see the blue sky of Warsaw that year.