Overtone

[1]

After returning to China for less than half a year, Qi Ye's music organization has already begun to take shape.

——Not only the classes were held, but also many activities were held.

The brothers who started the business with him also play music, and are also interested in the education industry.How should I put it, specialization in art and love, these two things combined, no one will be exhausted.

After being busy these days, he didn't give himself a vacation, so Qi Ye brought up the schedule of going home to see his parents.

Xiao Cheng is basically free during the summer vacation.

The previous tour in Japan and South Korea exceeded the expectations of the organizers, and the contract was renewed for another two years before the final show in Tokyo last year.Waiting for October this year, another two-month Asian tour will take place.

When the two discussed this matter at the beginning of the year, the time was directly set.

And this day passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye, the countdown on the phone became "0".

I haven't been back for two years, and Qi Ye was very excited all the way. He is 30 years old, and he is as frizzy as a young man who just entered college.

After getting on the plane, he also took Xiao Cheng to talk about many things in the south, saying that the fig tree in front of his house has grown well in recent years, and a lot can be brought down by hitting with a pole.

Xiao Cheng smiled, and asked the stewardess for a thin blanket to cover Qi Ye.

"There are still more than two hours." He said, "Go to sleep for a while, and you have to take a car when you get there."

Qi Ye shook his head, smiled and leaned on Xiao Cheng's shoulder: "No need."

For some reason, he always felt that Xiao Cheng today was different from usual.

When the stewardess finished collecting the food and the plane had more than an hour to land, Qi Ye glanced at Xiao Cheng and was immediately delighted.

"Professor Xiao." Qi Ye touched his chin and looked at him, "Don't be nervous."

Xiao Cheng glanced at him and said, "Don't be nervous."

"You are standing too straight." Qi Ye said, "It's almost three hours' drive away, how tiring you are."

Xiao Cheng smiled, and reached out to rub Qi Ye's hair.

How should I put it, this is the first time to bring Xiao Chengzheng'er home, so it's normal to be nervous.

But Qi Ye couldn't help but want to tease him, the contrast was so cute.

After getting off the plane, the two waited for their luggage for a while, then pushed the car out together.

Da Xia didn't let the old man bother, Xiao Cheng made an appointment for a car very early.

"I'll send a message to my parents." Qi Ye said, "To save them from waiting downstairs all the time, it's too hot."

Xiao Cheng nodded and answered. After a while, he looked at Qi Ye and said, "Will parents like the gift?"

"Anything is fine." Qi Ye patted the back of his hand, "They will all be very happy."

Southern counties are not as big as big cities, with steep paths and many red lights.

When the car went around several alleys and stopped in front of the supermarket at the gate of the community, Lao Qi was already waiting.

Seeing Xiao Cheng coming with his luggage, he put the cooling fan into the cloth bag and reached out to carry the bag: "Xiao Xiao, I'll help you."

"No, it's fine." Xiao Cheng paused for a few seconds, then called "Dad" again.

Hearing Xiao Cheng's address, Lao Qi laughed and said "hey".

"Dad." Qi Ye reminded, "Your son is standing here."

"Oh, I see." Lao Qi said perfunctorily, and then politely asked Xiao Cheng if he had eaten and if he was hungry.

Seeing this, Qi Ye couldn't help being happy, and muttered to Xiao Cheng, "I don't even know who my real son is."

Hearing this, Xiao Cheng smiled nervously, but said nothing.

Qi Ye's parents' house is in an old-fashioned community, and the area is not big, but fortunately there is a balcony where Lao Qi's flowers and plants can be placed, which can be regarded as making up for it.

The door opened, and dinner was ready on the table early.

The cold dishes were sealed by Ms. Zhao with plastic wrap, and all the ingredients for the hot dishes were cut on the plate, and they would be cooked hot when Lao Qi went upstairs.

Seeing that his son finally came back, Lao Qi Le drank several glasses of rice wine.

Xiao Cheng chatted with Qi Guoqiang and drank a lot of glasses.

I haven't been here officially in the past two years, but I usually have a lot of family group videos, no polite words, and the questions are all about life.

Lao Qi and Ms. Zhao had already figured out Xiao Cheng's background, and Qi Ye had previously mentioned the special situation in his family in private, so the two elders didn't ask any more questions, and focused on basic necessities of life.

When they were almost finished eating, Xiao Cheng got up to clean up the dishes and said that he was coming to wash the dishes.

Lao Qi sat on the recliner, waved his fan, glanced at the kitchen, and said to Qi Ye, "Not bad."

"What are you talking about?" Qi Ye peeled the orange and handed it to Qi Guoqiang, "How could your son have poor eyesight?"

Lao Qi listened and smiled.

Looking at his expression, Qi Ye understood that he was still quietly observing Xiao Cheng.

"I'm always a little worried." Ms. Zhao sat down with a teacup, "But this time, we are completely relieved."

How should I put it, Qi Ye also understands this situation. After all, both parents have been there, and it is impossible to say that they are not worried at all, not to mention that they are not considered a mass group, and parents will always consider whether they can live a stable life.

Afterwards they chatted for a while, and Ms. Zhao said that her nephew came back from the United States in the past few days and would live here the day after tomorrow.

Qi Ye nodded with a smile, took the fruit plate that Xiao Cheng had finished cutting, and put it on the coffee table.

Chatting with the two elders, talking about interesting things in Japan, and then making tea and eating fruit plate, it was ten o'clock in the evening.

When they went to wash one by one, Lao Qi took out many unworn clothes from the closet and asked Xiao Cheng which one he would choose as pajamas.Before Qi Ye ran over with a toothbrush in his mouth to say no, Xiao Cheng chose a plaid T-shirt, smiled and said thank you Dad.

Seeing Xiao Cheng's very relaxed expression, Qi Ye's eyes also softened.

Going home is always the most relaxing. At night, I chatted with Xiao Cheng for a while and then fell asleep. When Qi Ye was used to grabbing Xiao Cheng's hand the next morning, it was in vain.

He squinted his eyes and thought for a few seconds before remembering that they lived with his parents.

Qi Ye stood up, glanced at the floor, and found that the quilt was empty, the squarely folded quilt was placed on the mat, and no one was there.

Hearing the slight movement in the living room, he took out his cell phone and went out.

"Why did you get up so early?" Qi Ye pointed to the old-fashioned clock and said softly, "It's only 05:30 in the morning."

"Go buy breakfast." Xiao Cheng said.

He was wearing a plain sports suit, which was given to him by Lao Qi yesterday when he gave him pajamas, and he said that he couldn't put it on for a walk.At that time, Qi Ye rejected it and said no, but Xiao Cheng accepted it, looking very happy.

Qi Ye stared at him for a few seconds, and said to himself that there are very few people who can wear middle-aged and elderly people's clothes to look like a model.

Qi Ye went out together.

There was no one on the street at 05:30 in the morning, and the only thing left was the sultry summer wind.

The two walked side by side on the road, hearing the faint sound of gongs beating from the corner of the street, Qi Ye said, "There's a nice breakfast shop in the alley next door, why don't you go there?"

Xiao Cheng smiled and said yes.

This breakfast shop has been open for decades, and Qi Ye has been patronizing it since high school, and every time he is late, he will hurriedly ask the boss to pack fried dough sticks and soy milk.

But this time, seeing Xiao Cheng ordering breakfast, Qi Ye suddenly thought of his high school days and couldn't help laughing for a while.

When he got home, Qi Ye warmed up the milk, and in half an hour, his parents would wake up.

And Xiao Cheng was cutting fruit on the side, planning to make some more fruit yogurt, and put it in the refrigerator as a dessert to relieve the heat.

There are deep-fried dough sticks, bean curds, and rice balls on the table, and buns are hot in the pot.

It was indeed an ordinary morning.

But it is the most difficult long-term companionship in exchange for.

After breakfast was over, Xiao Cheng said that he would cook for these two days, and he would cover all the breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Lao Qi and Ms. Zhao were naturally happy when they heard it, but they both felt embarrassed, so no matter how Xiao Cheng tried to persuade them, they insisted on saying to help.

Boiled prawns were stewing in the soup pot, and the two were busy making pineapple sweet and sour pork, when Lao Qi brought a handful of bean sprouts into the kitchen.

"Dad, there are enough vegetables here." Qi Ye said, "There are also vegetables. Xiao Cheng just went to the supermarket to buy a loofah."

"I chose to put it in the refrigerator first." Lao Qi pulled up a stool and sat not far behind them, "I'll eat it tomorrow."

Elders are always so stubborn, Qi Ye saw that he was helpless, but he could only smile and didn't say anything.

The pineapples have an alluring golden color, Qi Ye couldn't help taking a few more glances when Xiao Cheng cut them into pieces.

Xiao Cheng looked sideways at Qi Ye, with a smile on the end of his eyes.

He took a knife and cut a thin slice.

Seeing him cut the pineapple, Qi Ye whispered two words with his mouth: "Hey me."

Before the words finished, Lao Qi hummed old Hong Kong songs from behind.

Xiao Cheng smiled and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Taste whether it's sweet or not first." Qi Ye suppressed his voice, but didn't stop laughing, "If it's sweet, give it to me."

Xiao Cheng still laughed, took a bite, and said it was sweet.

His lips were still touching the pineapple, and before he moved away, Qi Ye glanced back, taking advantage of Lao Qi's inattention, quickly kissed the corner of Xiao Cheng's mouth, and took away the pineapple slice.

The little thoughts of the two of them are all hidden inside.

No one knew, and no one saw it, except the two of them.

"Is it sweet?" Xiao Cheng asked quietly.

Qi Ye lowered his head and smiled for a while, but didn't speak.

Xiao Cheng couldn't stop smiling, and quietly cut another piece of pineapple.

His fingertips were still fragrant, Qi Ye pulled Xiao Cheng's finger, bit it lightly, then blinked and said, "Professor Xiao, give me another slice."

[2]

The little nephew was picked up by Xiao Cheng at the airport by car. Hearing that his parents had something to do at the temporary company, they couldn't get away, so they had to be sent to the airport and asked the housekeeper to accompany them on the plane.

The night before we came here, it rained in summer.

There were still crystal drops of water on the branches and leaves. Xiao Cheng put away the raincoat, opened the door, and let the children into the room first.

Qi Ye was tuning the guitar on the sofa, when he saw Xiao Cheng and the others came back, he quickly called his parents and said they had picked them up.

When he came alone, the child didn't hesitate, he shouted "Hello, Uncle" to Qi Ye with a childlike voice.

He heard Xiao Cheng chuckle from behind.

"What are you laughing at?" Qi Ye laughed, "Aren't you too."

He took his little nephew's schoolbag and pointed to Xiao Cheng, meaning he wanted the child to be called.

"I already called out just now." The little nephew said, "Uncle Xiao is well, and even bought me ice cream."

"You can't be called Uncle Xiao." Qi Ye corrected, "This title is too young."

The child's stubbornness came up: "My name is Uncle Xiao."

"Stupid boy." Qi Ye rubbed his hair, glanced at Xiao Cheng who was holding back a smile, and smiled helplessly: "Why is it so easy to be bribed by your uncle Xiao?"

After putting down the luggage and resting for a while, the child came back slowly.How should I put it, since I was young and playful, I couldn't stay at home after playing for a while, and wanted to go out to play.

Qi Ye had no choice but to let him go.

I thought it was an ordinary game of hide-and-seek, but I was dragged by my nephew to play volleyball. When I went out, I heard him shaking his head and saying that this year he won the No. 1 training result in the volleyball team.

Qi Ye gave a thumbs up, pulled Xiao Cheng who was holding a volleyball, and said that he would let Uncle Xiao treat guests with a cold drink later.

As for No.1, Qi Ye thought about it, but it was actually expected.

The little guy has grown a lot taller than two years ago, and he stands out among his peers.And the eyebrows also quietly grew, delicate and beautiful, with a delicate and youthful appearance.

Of course, the delicate young master's temper also came out.

How should I put it, his parents started their business, and even though they are one year younger than Qi Ye, they are already among the best among their peers with the accumulation of hard work in the early years.

Needless to say, the international school I usually go to, I will go to an American family for a period of time during the summer vacation, and I will follow the teacher to visit art exhibitions.

This time the little guy brought them gifts.

A set of exquisite art exhibition postcards.

The first few pictures are all oil paintings of starry sky, some are abstract and some are realistic - Qi Ye didn't realize that it was Xiao Cheng's friend's paintings until he saw Liang Siqi who signed the name.

And the oil painting hanging in the living room is also the work of this painter who lives in Portugal.

So Qi Ye thought of Betelgeuse in the Orion constellation, the shining meteors under the vast sky, and every story and memory behind those stars.

Still holding the postcard in his hand, he looked at the August calendar, approached Xiao Cheng a little closer and said, "Qixi, prepare to be happy."

Just like White Day before.

If one day is not enough to celebrate, then come early until you have the most fun.

Xiao Cheng raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Qi Ye tenderly. After a while, he said softly, "Happy Qixi Festival."

Indeed, Qixi Festival is approaching.

This is the romance of the summer stars - fiery, sincere, and at the same time contains the strong love of the lover.

After lunch, Qi Ye took his little nephew out to pick figs, many of which were overripe and hanging precariously on the lush branches.

While teaching his little nephew how to pick them, Qi Ye took out the scissors from the basket and trimmed the leaves.

When they returned to the balcony with the bamboo basket in their hands, Xiao Cheng was already standing there with his chin resting on the violin rest, playing the violin.

Qi Ye smiled, let go of his little nephew's hand, and picked up the guitar that was placed on the stone table beside him.

melodious tune.

Accompanied by the melody of "Confession Night", the musical notes jump off the paper, drifting away along the shadows outlined by the eaves and sunlight.

The scorching sun of midsummer shines through the shade of trees, full of violins and guitars.

It was an ordinary summer afternoon, the shower had just passed, and thin clouds hung in the sky.But time stopped at this moment, quietly leaving traces on the strings.

The clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, and the sun is just right.

The author says:

"Overtone" is all over here.

I am very happy to be able to spend this period of serialization with my babies, thank you for your support all the time, bow.

The first time I wanted to write this story, there was only the scene of two people playing violin and guitar together in front of the bay window.And the story is not over yet, because Qi Ye and Professor Xiao will go on together, and what will be in front of them will only be warm and quiet years.