Overtone

In fact, what was written on the wooden sign was not what Qi Ye just asked.

He looked at the question written on it, and took the initiative to replace boyfriend/girlfriend with the word object.It may be too cautious, but when you think about it, it's not bad.

And Xiao Cheng seemed to be stunned by this question for a moment, his eyebrows and eyes outlined a unique sense of beauty under the dim light, the sharpness gradually faded at this time, and more of a soft look was plated on it.

"Professor Xiao." Qi Ye just smiled, propping his head to look at him, "Give me an answer."

Xiao Cheng didn't answer him, but opened a bottle of beer.

Frynberg of Germany.

When he raised his head to drink, a few drops of wine flowed down his neck, slightly wet the collar on his chest.

Qi Ye sat on the side, observing his expression, wishing he could learn one more mind reading technique.

To say that Professor Xiao is an elite, experts are always calm, but at this moment, Qi Ye felt that things seemed not so simple.

Compared with the previous calmness, it seems a little nervous, as if this question was asked on the right point, giving full play to the value of the game of truth.

How should I put it, Qi Ye always felt a little familiar with this look.

It's like seeing it somewhere.

Oh, he remembered.

If he got closer, he probably had the same expression as when he delivered the rosin that afternoon. He was nervous towards Xiao Cheng at that time, and he had to try his best to cover it up, trying not to be discovered, but he was anxious about whatever he did.

If it goes far away, it will be a cliché, and it is no different from stuffing love letters at the door of the classroom when I was a student.

If you think about it this way, the girl probably likes Xiao Cheng, otherwise she wouldn't be so nervous.

In a daze, Xiao Cheng drank the whole bottle in one gulp. He pulled off the wet collar with his hands, as if to cover up his gaffe just now.

Qi Ye still looked at him, and although he was unspeakably nervous, he still smiled: "It's fine if you don't tell the truth, but you have to exchange three bottles of wine."

Xiao Cheng looked at Qi Ye, moved his thin lips slightly, and stopped talking.

"It's okay, you see that your game is not as good as mine." Qi Ye said something casually, got up and walked to the box full of beer.For some reason, his steps wobbled a bit, maybe he drank too much.

Holding the bottle opener, he was about to open it when he heard Xiao Cheng speak behind him: "Actually..."

Well, the hands are also synchronized, and they start to shake.

Qi Ye closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then turned to face Xiao Cheng.Inadvertently, he met the eyes behind the pair of thin silver-rimmed glasses again.This time, Xiao Cheng was serious and serious even from the end of his eyes.

"Qi Ye." Xiao Cheng stood up and suddenly called his name.

Qi Ye swallowed, "Huh?"

From childhood to adulthood, the number of times others have called him by his full name can be counted on the fingers. Basically, he was called by his first name and last name only when he made a mistake or had a major incident.

Over the past twenty years, I have formed a conditioned reflex, and I break out in a cold sweat when I hear the name.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Qi Ye looked away, lowered his head and pulled out several tissues, but didn't know where to wipe them.

Seems to be sweat everywhere.

It was strange, more nervous than before.

Just as he was wiping his face carelessly, he saw Xiao Cheng's figure approaching, only one meter away from Qi Ye.

"Look at me." Xiao Cheng's voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze, echoing between the living room and the dim lights.

Hearing this, Qi Ye let out a flustered "Oh" and raised his head mechanically.

Just like his brain had gone away, facing Xiao Cheng at this moment, he couldn't think or do anything.

Xiao Cheng looked at him, even though his profile was hidden in the dim light, he could still see that his expression was still serious.He took another step forward, leaning forward slightly at this time with his straight body that he had cultivated all the year round.

With such a look, those who didn't know it thought it was a confession scene in an idol drama.

Anyway, Qi Ye couldn't think at all.

After a while, I heard Xiao Cheng say: "Actually, I..."

Qi Ye nodded: "You, you say."

For some reason, facing Xiao Cheng at this moment, Qi Ye had the idea of ​​trying to escape.

His heart was beating violently, and his head was buzzing. When he thought about it later, he didn't know whether Xiao Cheng continued to speak at that time, and his memory seemed to be broken.

But judging from Xiao Cheng's expression, he should have been interrupted before he could say anything.

Yes, the group of brothers who returned from fishing on Mars appeared at the door very inappropriately at this time.

"Brother Qi! We are finally back." Zhou Qun started yelling before entering the living room, "I'm starving to death."

"Come on, who was the one who ate two hamburgers in the car just now?" Yang Dong came in with the fish and put it on the table, "Two catfish, the boss stuffed a few more green onions."

"Okay." Qi Ye watched a group of people pouring in, smiled helplessly, then picked up the bag and began to pack up the remaining wine bottles.

And Xiao Cheng stood aside and didn't speak.Although his face was a little displeased.But it may be because of the good tutor he has practiced since he was a child. It didn't take long for him to return to his daily expression.

It was almost eleven o'clock when a group of people had enough to eat and drink.

Probably because they went fishing in the afternoon, Zhou Qun and the others didn't make much trouble for the first time. They didn't play the script they agreed on yesterday, so they all went upstairs to rest.

Maybe it was because they were really tired, when Qi Ye and Xiao Cheng finally went upstairs, the sound of snoring echoed throughout the building.

"Rest early." Xiao Cheng said to Qi Ye before entering the door, "Don't wake up too early tomorrow."

"Well, good night, Professor Xiao." Qi Ye smiled. He leaned against the door and saw the door close not far away.

Looking at the closed door, Qi Ye didn't move for a long time, and his mind seemed to drift to the sky again.

I don't know what Professor Xiao is doing now.

—Is it resting?Still reading?

For some reason, after what happened tonight, Qi Ye couldn't stop thinking wildly, especially when he was lying on the bed, this situation got worse.

After tossing and turning for a long time, and staring at the ceiling for nearly an hour, Qi Ye turned over and got up. He put on a coat, took his guitar and went downstairs.

The winter nights are still quite cold.

Qi Ye shivered, and buried his head in the collar of the zippered top section, he walked around the living room and kitchen, and came to the side of the backyard in front of the bushes.

This is a place that not many people usually come to, because the rooms where Zhou Qun and the others live are quite far away, so it is not very popular.Not only that, when Qi Ye came here yesterday, he thought it was a fairyland.

——Looking from the undergrowth, Professor Xiao's room is neither far nor near, a unique location.

Qi Ye sat on the flower stand made of iron frames. While setting up the guitar, he also smoothed back the curly hair that was not braided.

After everything was ready, he looked at Xiao Cheng's room again, and it was dimmed.

It should be a rest, Qi Ye thought.

Accompanied by the misty winter fog, he bowed his head and gently plucked the guitar, thinking about the song for a while.For some reason, Xiao Cheng's hesitation to speak tonight gradually appeared in his mind.

Although he couldn't figure out what Professor Xiao was going to say, Qi Ye understood that the opportunity was rare, as if it was out of date.Because he always had a hunch that after tonight, there would be no more chances.

After thinking for a few minutes, Qi Ye finally knew what the piece he wanted to play was.

——"The Night of Confessions".

How should I put it, the opportunity for this newly practiced piece is entirely due to Professor Xiao.But now, he wants to commemorate everything tonight in the simplest way, or the most straightforward form of expression, like music.

Dedicated to tonight, but also to myself and Professor Xiao.

In an instant, precise and beautiful notes were born from the guitar.

They danced on the strings, and seemed to be mixed with the winter mist that condensed on the ice pine. While drifting into the distance, they also enveloped the whole night.

The temperature of the winter night was so cold, but Qi Ye was still playing the guitar intently. Even though the mist soaked his broken hair and the temperature made his fingertips slightly stiff, he didn't stop playing, but became more focused.

Just like that, Qi Ye played it over and over again, but he didn't intend to change the tune at all.

And somewhere on the fourth floor not far away, a violin sound with the same melody followed his rhythm, quietly sounding at this time.

The author says:

It's late to write, my head is a little confused, good night~