Overtone

Xiao Cheng's expression is quite serious.

He held the teacup tightly with his fingertips, and the eyes behind the thin-rimmed glasses looked at Qi Ye, as if he was a little nervous.

Of course, from Qi Ye's point of view, this kind of demeanor can still be classified as imaginary.He is quite self-aware about what to look forward to in terms of feelings, and it's okay to be bored in his heart about unlikely things.

However, it's not necessary to cover up any intentions. Professor Xiao has invited them over, so it's over when we go.

Thinking of this, Qi Ye took a fruit knife and two apples, and followed Xiao Cheng up to the room on the fourth floor.

Sure enough, Professor Xiao's room was completely beyond Qi Ye's imagination, and it was so neat and clean that it was abnormal.After walking around the room for a few steps, Qi Ye even felt that it had reached the point where even a strand of hair would break it.

"I didn't have many chances to live here before." Xiao Cheng put the black tea on the desk, "I hardly come here after work."

"It's normal, I'm going to beat a worker, there's nothing I can do about it." Qi Ye smiled, he stood still in front of the bookshelf, looked up at the rows of books in front of him, and couldn't help sighing, "Professor Xiao, you have too many books. There are even dozens of music theory books."

"You can read it if you like." Xiao Cheng looked at him and said, "You can take all the books here."

Qi Ye was taken aback when he heard that, then nodded and said yes with a smile.In fact, Xiao Cheng's words didn't make much sense the first time, but Qi Ye always felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it, he seemed to think there was nothing wrong with it.

Anyway, he is thick-skinned not once or twice, and the meaning in his words is all handled simply, there is nothing wrong with it.

"This is... the limited score of Les Miserables?" Qi Ye found this score on the side bookshelf, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had found a treasure, "I remember the last time I went to Manhattan to find this score, The clerk told me it was out of stock."

During his graduation trip that year, Qi Ye used the money he had saved for four years to go to New York once, but as soon as he entered Broadway, he couldn’t get out. , are stored in the bungalow.

"Do you like musicals?" Xiao Cheng came over with black tea.

"That's right, I watched almost everything I could watch at that time." Qi Ye said, "I just bought a ticket and went to the West End of England to continue watching the show."

In fact, thinking about it now, it was quite reckless at that time.

It's not that Qi Ye has never done the thing of buying a plane ticket and leaving immediately, even in retrospect, he doesn't really regret it.Holding a simple ticket, living in a youth hostel, sleeping in an airport... These things should be experienced, and they are also one of the topics of conversation.

Of course, Qi Ye is [-]% sure that Xiao Cheng has never experienced this kind of life.

"It was a pity that Hamilton was missing at the time." Qi Ye put the Les Miserables music score back on the shelf, and said regretfully, "If I stayed for one more day, I would have liked it, but the ticket couldn't be changed, so I had to leave. "

Xiao Cheng didn't say a word when he heard it. He looked at Qi Ye with his dark eyes, as if he was thinking about something. After a few seconds, he suddenly asked, "Where is that theater on Broadway?"

Qi Ye was taken aback, and recalled: "The last time I passed by, it seemed to be in the middle of the street, and there was a Zhilefang after a while around the corner, but I can't remember clearly..."

Not to mention, Qi Yeguang's heart aches when he recalls the streets of Broadway.

If the security guards had been accommodating at that time, it would have been okay to go in and get a free introduction manual, so I wouldn't be struggling to pick up scores online and use the guitar to remember.

Xiao Cheng just listened to Qi Ye's description quietly and didn't say much.His fingertips subconsciously stroked the black teacup on the side, as if he was still thinking about something.

It wasn't until Qi Ye felt that he had finished speaking that he realized that Professor Xiao was listening.

It's also quite embarrassing for others, being forced to listen for so long.

"Sorry, I'm just talking." Qi Ye smiled a little embarrassedly, took a few steps forward, and reached for another book.

Although it was well preserved, the book cover was so old that it was seriously faded. When Qi Ye took it off, there were some scraps of paper falling off. It seemed that it had been placed here for more than ten years, or even longer.

Qi Ye's gaze fell back to the cover, which was in gold stamped by Quan Ying.

--Art History.

In his college days when he was not studying hard and was addicted to skipping classes, such books would definitely be classified as "not speaking human language".

There is no particular reason, it's just that I don't study the cells of aesthetics.

"This book is mainly about the Renaissance, Renaissance Art." Xiao Cheng briefly glanced at the book cover, and said, "This book introduces Raphael, Michelangelo and Da Vinci more."

"Raphael, I know, the Sistine Madonna." Qi Ye pulled out the few knowledge he still remembered, "At the end of the period, I took this special exam."

Xiao Cheng smiled, didn't speak, turned around and opened the gauze curtain of the bay window.

The warm winter sun shines in.

"To commemorate the Sistine Chapel in Rome, Raphael created this painting at that time, which meant that Jesus would also come to the world." Xiao Cheng looked out the window and added.

Simple introduction, without dropping the book bag, it is very comfortable.

Qi Ye looked at him. A few hours ago, he said that the man who cooks is quite attractive.

But now there is one more condition.

A man who can not only cook, but also talk about art is a rare species in the world.

"It feels like I'm listening to Professor Xiao's class." Qi Ye said with a smile, and when he was about to put it back, a bookmark fell out of one of the pages.

— A folded paper frog.

Looking at the yellowed appearance, I guess it matches this book quite well, and it is also a bit old.

Qi Ye remembered that when he was in school, such paper frogs were very popular.

If you press the small triangle on the back again, the frog can still jump up, and can jump far away with one click.

When he was a child, he was often beaten for stealing folds in class, but at that time he used the blue-lined paper in the exercise book, but this one, strangely, was folded from music scores.

Seeing Xiao Cheng lowering his head to peel an apple, Qi Ye didn't ask any further questions.

Just as he was about to shove the bookmarks back in a hurry, he accidentally opened one of the pages.The fingertips resting on the page left warmth, Qi Ye froze there for a long time.

The pages of the book carried the smell of old book ink. Other than that, there were dense notes and all kinds of label paper, and even the places near the seams of the book were filled with notes.

Not just this one page, but the previous few pages, or the next.

Qi Ye didn't know what mood he used to put this book back. He heard that Xiao Cheng lived here when he was studying, so the notes on these books should be left by Professor Xiao.

If this is the case, that is too academic.

"This is a book for more than ten years." Xiao Cheng stood behind Qi Ye at some point, and gave him the peeled apple, "At that time, these were all books that must be read, but now that I think about it, it's not really helpful. Big."

Look, it really is an elite lifestyle.

When people were sitting at the table reading art and practicing the piano, he might still be flopping around to catch fish in the river pond.

"Professor Xiao." Qi Ye called out, "Are all these books yours?"

Maybe Xiao Cheng didn't expect Qi Ye to say this, he was slightly taken aback, and then said "Hmm".

"There are so many books, I'm quite happy." Qi Ye said sincerely, "As expected of a professional."

Of course, this sentence is from the perspective of Xiao Cheng and his elites. If he read so many books when he was young, it would be his death.

Xiao Cheng glanced at him, and suddenly said: "Do you think this is okay?"

Qi Ye was taken aback when he heard that, a little confused: "Huh?"

"It's nothing." Xiao Cheng smiled lightly, and put the black tea on the bookshelf beside him.Seeing him like this, Qi Ye suddenly had an indescribable feeling.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered what Xiao Cheng said in the car a few days ago.

How should I put it, he has never experienced such a family, and he doesn't know whether he would be depressed or comfortable if he stayed in such an environment when he was a child.

But looking at Xiao Cheng's expression, he should be mostly unhappy.

Otherwise, he wouldn't skip eating on purpose, and the paper frog in the book wouldn't have been kept in a boring book like art history after more than ten years.

Qi Ye, Qi Ye, he sighed in his heart, you really have a rotten brain.

"I'll peel another one." Qi Ye took the fruit knife in Xiao Cheng's hand, sat cross-legged on the tatami beside him, and peeled another apple.

"Do you want to listen to the music?" Xiao Cheng asked suddenly.

Qi Ye was taken aback: "What?"

"Violin music." Xiao Cheng held the violin in his hand and looked up at the bookshelf. "At this time every afternoon, I will practice the violin."

Qi Ye was slightly taken aback when he heard that, to be honest, except for the last performance, he had never seen Xiao Cheng play again.After a while, I heard the melodious and melodious sound of the piano pouring down from the violin, instantly filling the whole room.

The first piece, Bach, "Aria on the G String".

Xiao Cheng faced him sideways, and his slender fingertips precisely pressed the G string that only needed to be played. At this moment, every note on the score seemed to have life.

The violin fluttered over with the sound of the wind outside the window, Qi Ye admired it, and slowly closed his eyes.

How should I put it, this aria is different from the song that showed off its skills on the stage that time, it is beautiful, with a touch of sadness, like the sun falling from the clouds, passing through the few remaining gaps, and Simply and powerfully shine on the earth.

Qi Ye never knew that the violin could tell and convey such strong emotions from the player.

After a while, Qi Ye opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Cheng. His eyes seemed to be intoxicated, but they seemed to be thinking of something.After a while, he put down the apple and fruit knife in his hand and walked behind Xiao Cheng.

As they got closer, they smelled the scent of citrus-based perfume again. Not long ago, or the night they met for the first time in the bar, Qi Ye had said in his heart that this fragrance was ascetic and seductive.

But for some reason, at this time, in this afternoon full of melodious piano sounds, I feel more of a fragile and lonely feeling.

Yes, Qi Ye knew that he was lonely.

But it’s not just him, everyone in society is lonely.

But in this long autumn and winter season, two lonely people met.

I don't know if it was arranged by God, maybe I really feel that they are too pitiful to arrange such an unexpected encounter.

As soon as the song is over, the winter sunshine outside the window has long been like this song, faintly seeping through the bay window, filling every part of the room.

At this time, Qi Ye put his hand on Xiao Cheng's shoulder, as if coaxing a wandering traveler, and whispered to him: "It's okay, Brother Qi will protect you from now on."

The author says:

This chapter is so hard to write, cry.