kiss Me

Lin Wu’s thoughts on the festival’s ceremony come out one after another, and they are not completely limited to a specific date, but he is very concerned about Qin Shu’s birthday, and spends time preparing every year. An important holiday has come.

It is actually inappropriate to say "to celebrate Qin Shu's birthday". During the long time they spent together day and night, he was not celebrating Qin Shu's birthday for a long time, but more like a child exercising his privileges by using this name to speak Asking for some requests that he would not normally make, or pulling Qin Shu to do things that he would not normally have the opportunity to do—sometimes Qin Shu would buy him gifts in turn, just like the one he received several years ago The first necklace was from Qin Shu.

Birthday presents have never been left behind, from the origami cranes he folded in his childhood to the paintings or video collections later, and as he grew older, he also gradually realized that Qin Shu's perception of feelings is different from ordinary people, maybe not Moved by these hands-on things, I started to buy some expensive or practical things as my sincere planB.

It's not the first time he has recorded a song for him, the only difference is that before he recorded the ignorant youthful feelings, not youthful but full of pure love, spreading out his love and writing it into the song clearly, wanting to The most important thing is to let Qin Shu hear it without asking for any response.

But now... If I have to say it, from the words to the music to the singing, everything is in the domain of adult sensuality, ambiguous and obscure, but it is sung with a young man's deliberately lowered voice, like a cluster of flowers blooming in the night. Mesmerizing flowers.

It was his deliberate seduction, and he would not give up until he had drawn out all the real reactions of the other party.

He wasn't sure if Qin Shu would be moved by it, but the hint of the song was strong enough to be used as background sound in certain occasions.

He even thought out what kind of scene he wanted to deliver the song, along with who he was—his body and soul.

As if burned by his own imagination, Lin Wu exhaled softly, closed the door of the piano practice room tightly, and sat on the piano bench with his guitar in his arms—the handwritten score was still there, and he didn’t listen to the previously recorded score. For the first part, I just peeled a lollipop and stuffed it into my mouth, then took off the necklace with the monitor on my neck, and put it in my pocket together with the earphones playing music as before.

Then press the record button and start picking the strings according to the feeling.

The piano and vocal parts of section A have been recorded, and the guitar chords are only needed. The lyrics of section B are too bold.

The only thing that is certain is that the hickey left by Qin Shu on his tiger's mouth had a positive effect. Every time he lowered his head, he would see it, like a hidden hint that coincided with the lyrics, which naturally made his heart beat faster.

He has thought about how to celebrate this birthday many times, with many people and few people, grand and peaceful, traveling abroad or on the roof of the dormitory, a birthday cake decorated with 23 strawberries or an engagement ring... After thinking about it, he went to the last one The answer was "go home," to the house they grew up in, to be alone, to do whatever.

If he had to find a reason, it would be that he kind of wanted to eat Qin Shu's cooking.

After playing Section A for the third time, the guitar finally connected to Section B. With his eyes closed, he followed the romantic fantasy in his mind and sang the written lyrics. Qin Shu's figure was outlined in a peach-colored bubble in his thoughts. He had kissed countless times Silhouette, the only fantasy object I have loved for more than ten years.

Qin Shu, who hadn't changed his voice when he was seven or eight years old, but was already able to take care of him like a little adult, held his cold but soft hand, and would cover his ears in thunderstorm nights, and sit with him out of sight. The corner of the stairs by the window, telling him over and over again not to be afraid.

Qin Shu, who was already a lot taller than him at the age of twelve or thirteen, would help him cover up in front of the babysitter, steal ice cream for him on the way home, would not be very proficient in firing, and followed the recipe step by step to make some for him. What he loves to eat satisfies his tricky and sweet cat tongue.

Qin Shu, who was sixteen or seventeen years old but had nothing to do with the rebellious period, already had a gentle and jade-like shadow later on, and almost satisfied all adolescent fantasies about choosing a mate, but he was the only one who was gentle and helpless to him.

There is also the current Qin Shu, who is a gentle and reliable elder brother next door, but behind him shows a paranoid love that only he can see. love him irresistibly...

It was a perfect pass. At the end of the song, his voice was a little hoarse, mixed with an indescribable slight breathlessness, but he knew it was not because of fatigue or excessive use of his voice-the low hoarse ending was dragged out and blended into the vibrato of the guitar, which is more than Straightforward hints are more touching.

He put down the guitar, leaned against the large sunlight cast by the floor-to-ceiling windows, took two sips of mineral water, raised his head to calm his breath, and let the water drops flow down his neck into his collar, then took the phone, stopped recording, and dialed Qin Shu's phone call.

The other party is probably concentrating on writing a thesis at this time, and it will take some time to walk from the corner of the library to the balcony or the stairwell where he can make a phone call—he is not in a hurry, and silently counts the seconds in his heart.

When the number reached twenty, the phone was picked up, and he rushed to speak before Qin Shu, saying "I miss you" without beginning or end.

Qin Shu seemed to smile, and the voice came to his ears with a soft wind: "What's the matter, are you still in the studio?"

"Well, here..." He just remembered this, and confused it vaguely. Hearing Qin Shu's voice, his cheeks became hot again, and he simply walked to the French window and sat down, pressing his forehead against the cold glass to cool down—he didn't actually I wanted to say something special, but I was incited by the self-composed music full of fantasies, and I missed another protagonist in the fantasies for no reason.

Fortunately, Qin Shu was also used to him pestering people for no reason, so he didn't become suspicious. When he realized that he didn't want to talk, he took over the conversation thoughtfully, saying that he had finished writing his thesis this afternoon and finished another class. He had nothing to do this semester. up.

The implication is that there is a lot of time to spend with him——Lin Wu squinted his eyes as he watched the sunset gradually turn into a warm orange color, and smiled like a little fox that was groomed properly.

"I'm not done with the work in the studio, do I want to bring you something to eat?"

"No need," he glanced at the direction of the guitar, and said with a smile, "Today's task is completed, it is overfulfilled..."

Then before Qin Shu could answer, he paused, and then asked softly against the microphone: "Brother, let's go home next weekend, I want to celebrate your birthday alone."

He bit the word "alone" a little harder, and his voice had a hint of stickiness, which was exactly the same as the tone and key words in that song.