living in the pocket of a nemesis

Ye Tang cried silently, and his current mood was not sadness, but just wanted to shed tears, wanted to vent, and wanted to find a way out for his stubbornness many years ago.

His feet were still resting on Fu Linfeng's shoulders, trembling, afraid of falling, but the tears couldn't stop, so he simply buried his head in his neck, and continued to cry aggrievedly.

Fu Linfeng didn't make much movement for a while, as if he also understood the reason for the other party's tears, he just turned his back and went over, just like when he found Ye Tang in the cart a few days ago, comforting his back without saying a word.

In the distance, the faint cheers from the auditorium can be heard, and a choir is singing, only they are still in the piano room where no one cares,

It wasn't until Ye Tang finished venting by himself that he slowly realized what he was doing now.

But what was amazing was that he didn't feel too embarrassed, he just looked down at Fu Linfeng's collar, fortunately, because he was smaller now and there were fewer tears, there were basically no tears.

Feeling Ye Tang's gradually calming breathing, Fu Linfeng scraped his face with his fingers.

"It's so embarrassing," he said slowly, his voice was wet and sticky, and he could only change the subject deliberately, "Why did you suddenly change the song?"

"No one saw it." Fu Linfeng stood up, took two steps to close the door of the piano room, then sat down again, and found a not very clever reason, "I haven't touched the back part for a long time, and I'm afraid to play it." Mispronunciation."

After all, in terms of difficulty, the chart of Dream of Love is indeed not complicated.

But how could Ye Tang not know that the interpretation and expression of emotions is even more difficult. If Fu Linfeng hadn't touched him for a long time as he said, he would not be able to play at his current level.

He used to be very envious of the other party's understanding of the score, and exaggerated to say that before meeting him, he was "practicing", and after meeting him he could be called "playing".

The soft and dreamy tune that flowed from his fingertips just now was something he had envied for a long time.

"Really." But Ye Tang didn't want to delve into it any further, he just said something in doubt, and didn't ask any further.

He hugged him for too long, and then withdrew his hand, intending to get off him.

"Let me do it." Fu Linfeng whispered, letting Ye Tang step on his hand, and then put him back on the piano cover.

"The face is dirty. Wipe it off." He said in a natural tone.

Fu Linfeng took out the wet wipes and opened them. Since Ye Tang became smaller, he began to carry such things with him.

"I didn't cry just because I was sad." Ye Tang felt that he should explain clearly, but because he didn't understand the second half of the sentence, he simply didn't finish it.

"I know." But Fu Linfeng didn't ask too much, just reached out to support him and said "don't move".

At this moment Ye Tang felt no different from Sansan again.

He just stood there waiting for Fu Linfeng to approach, and watched him fold the wet wipe several times before wrapping it with his fingers to wipe his face. The moistness of the non-woven cloth brought the other party's body temperature, which made him feel unexpectedly comfortable.

He didn't even blink his eyes, he didn't move, as if he was really a miniature doll, so obedient.

After Fu Linfeng wiped his face clean, he twisted his neck uncomfortably: "Oh."

"Do you still want to go to the auditorium?" Fu Linfeng asked him.

"I won't go." Ye Tang said in a low voice, "It's enough to come and see."

"Then do you want to go shopping, or eat something else..."

"No, let's go back." Ye Tang looked up at him, "I want to go back and finish the last few sections. Can you help me?"

This time, Fu Linfeng didn't say good or bad, and he didn't deliberately ask Young Master Ye to tease him. He just put Ye Tang in again and said, "Then let's go."

On the way back, Ye Tang's interest rose again, the handle on the car door was just enough for him to stand on, so he stood on it, lying on the window glass and looking out.

How should I put it, since I became smaller, this experience has the same effect as looking out of an airplane porthole.

Passing by the supermarket at the door, Fu Linfeng slowed down: "Master, do you have the recipe for tonight?"

"I won't worry about it today. I'll go back and sort out the melody and go to bed early." Just after Ye Tang finished speaking, he successfully got Fu Linfeng's eyes that seemed to be finally relieved.

After returning from the school celebration, the relationship between the two has subtly changed. Ye Tang seems to be more comfortable than before. The specific manifestation is that sometimes he asks Fu Linfeng to do things without a requesting tone, or when he rubs against himself three or three times. When I went there, I threatened: "You scream, even if you break your throat, your father will not come to save you."

He didn't call Teacher Guo again, but he still mentioned to An Qiao about his going to the school celebration.

An Qiao was in the middle of recording a program at that time, and his voice sounded a little tired.

Ye Tang asked her when she could finish recording.

The other end of the phone was very noisy, and it was all music. An Qiao said: "The next door is recording, Tang Tang, do you think my mother is a bit behind the times now? I often feel that some of the songs next door are not very good. Maybe I don’t know how to appreciate it.”

An Qiao's main profession is classical dance, and his son is also studying classical music. However, the arts have their own advantages and disadvantages, but they also have similarities. Ye Tang naturally stood by his mother unconditionally: "That means the next door is really not recorded. It sounds good, it can't be our problem."

An Qiao was amused by him, and laughed on the other end of the phone.

"I..." Ye Tang paused and said, "When I'm free in two days, shall I come and see you?"

After all, he went to the TV station with Fu Linfeng. He actually wanted to find An Qiao by himself, but he didn't know when he would be able to change back, so he had to say ambiguously in the end.

The other party didn't care, and said yes with a smile, as long as it's convenient for Tang Tang, any time is fine.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Tang smelled the aroma not far away. While thinking about how to write the next section, he couldn't help but find the scooter and pedal it to explore the kitchen.

When he stopped at the door, he saw that dinner was already set on the table, with two dishes and one soup, and his portion was well served on a plate. Fu Linfeng was wearing home clothes and an apron, and was holding a rag in his hand. Do the finishing touches.

It's obviously not the first time seeing him like this, but Ye Tang feels fresh every time he sees it.

After all, although he knew that Fu Linfeng could cook for a long time, he never had the chance to know about it before. Later, the two separated for too long, and even less had the chance to meet.

It's amazing, he finally thought belatedly, if Fu Linfeng hadn't "helped" himself during this time, he wouldn't have been able to play the pocket kitchen so much.

With this in mind, the two of them and the cat ate very harmoniously for this dinner.

In order to celebrate that Ye Tang finally got tired of his multi-functional small kitchen, Fu Linfeng immediately moved them to the balcony, and said, "Your things should be exposed to the sun", wishing that Ye Tang could not see them. From then on, I will be clean and never try to learn cooking skills.

In the evening, the two of them finally officially completed Ye Tang's composition homework in the study. Compared with the rough outline before it became smaller, the current version is undoubtedly more subtle, and the direction and modulation are more natural.

"When I change back one day, I will continue to process a little bit, and it will be better if I add some strings."

"Aren't you going to write lyrics or make further arrangements?"

"I don't have that idea at the moment." Ye Tang scratched his head, "I'm not very good at expressing in words. Of course the main thing is... I don't know what to fill in at all."

"Then treat it as pure music." Fu Linfeng said.

"Okay, then when I hand it over to the professor, I'll write your name on it too," Ye Tang said seriously, "After all, we did it together."

Fu Linfeng didn't seem to care about this: "I just gave you some ideas, not to mention that you wrote the main theme yourself."

This time Ye Tang stubbornly shook his head.

He couldn't say that Fu Linfeng gave him the initial inspiration.

Having solved a major problem, Ye Tang was in a high mood throughout the night. He had planned to go to bed early, but at two o'clock in the morning he was still energetically ordering the smart AI at home to show him a movie.

In the end, he seemed to have fallen asleep, but was discovered by Fu Linfeng who woke up in the middle of the night, and dragged him back to bed to sleep.

The whole day was wonderful, and Ye Tang didn't even have a dream when he fell asleep again.

It's just not like that when you wake up.

Ye Tang's sleep was relatively light, so he just felt itchy on his face and wanted to scratch it, but he didn't expect to wake himself up.

He closed his eyes and yawned, kicking one leg forward unconsciously.

Like kicked something.

what?

It's smooth, warm, and feels no different from your own legs...

? !

Ye Tang suddenly opened his eyes.

Everything that has become normal again, ceilings, tables and chairs, chandeliers...

Realizing what happened, he closed his eyes first, then opened them again.

He didn't even bother to be surprised, thinking blankly.

Good guy, scored twice.

But before he had another thought, the thing he accidentally kicked just now seemed to move——

It was at this moment that everything returned to the cage.

Was he brought back by Fu Linfeng last night?

He has been sleeping next to Fu Linfeng's bed recently, right?

If I suddenly become bigger... so, so...

What he just kicked was Fu Linfeng's leg! !

As soon as this conclusion emerged from his mind, another more terrifying memory came over——

The clothes were still on me when I was smaller, but when I got bigger, the clothes were all torn and the princess bed was crushed.

Ye Tang took a deep breath and looked down at himself.

"what--"

Suddenly there was a scream in the bedroom.

At this time, Fu Linfeng, who was kicked, also opened his eyes.

WTF!

Ye Tang, one day, he would actually return, naked, on the same bed as Fu Linfeng——

"Fu Linfeng—!"

He is full of anger and the villain complains first, no matter what he wants to say next, it is never wrong to call his name first!

He never thought that he would sleep in the same bed with Fu Linfeng when he woke up - although strictly speaking, those days before could barely be called "sleeping together", but Ye Tang still only felt that the current The picture is scary.

it's over, it's over...

Ye Tang thought about it, and then he couldn't control so much, he just rolled and swept away the thin quilt that was originally covering Fu Linfeng's body, wrapping himself tightly into a silkworm chrysalis!

Feeling that the other party turned around and looked at him, he closed his eyes and said loudly:

"You! Give me! Find clothes!"

"..."

There was an eerie silence in the air.

Ye Tang turned his body sideways and didn't look at him, the quilt wrapped around him still had other warmth, his face was flushed red: "Don't look at it!"

But last time, he tried his best to break the opponent's head with his hands. This time, his hands were retracted into the quilt and he couldn't move, so he couldn't stop Fu Linfeng's eyes from falling on him.

In the embarrassment and shame of despair, he heard Fu Linfeng speak, with a little tiredness and hoarseness from being kicked awake by himself.

"Ye Tang," he asked knowingly, and even drew out his tone, "Why are you not wearing any clothes?"