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After drinking the milk, Xu Jiangtong fell asleep again through sleepiness.

"I'll dim the lights a bit." Tao Xihong studied the lighting system of his home and turned on the night mode.

Dim lighting seems perfect for falling asleep.

Xu Jiangtong replied in a daze: "Will it affect your rest?"

"No problem, I slept really well."

Only then did he feel relieved, and retracted into the quilt.Although he fell asleep quickly, his sleeping position was not as relaxed as before.

Xu Jiangtong curled up, holding his left shoulder with his right hand.Fortunately, I didn't continue to have nightmares. When I woke up, it was already bright.

The sunlight is cut by the window screens and shines gently in the room.Xu Jiangtong squinted his eyes, enjoying the long-lost sunny day comfortably. After a few minutes, he belatedly looked at the alarm clock beside the bed.

It's already past nine in the morning!

He quickly got out of bed and ran to the living room. Seeing Tao Xihong setting the dinner plate, he shouted anxiously, "Why didn't you wake me up? Did you turn off the alarm?"

"Seeing that you are sleeping so soundly, I don't want to call you." Tao Xihong put the fruit salad on the table, wearing an apron, "The alarm clock at 06:30, you wake up so early every day?"

Xu Jiangtong has the habit of doing morning exercises, but now is not the time to explain.He walked to the dining table and said to Tao Xihong: "Don't eat, I have morning class today, and you will go back to school with me."

Hearing this, Tao Xihong burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at? It is a serious teaching accident for a teacher to be late for no reason!"

"It seems that your fever hasn't gone down, Mr. Jiang." Tao Xihong handed over his mobile phone, "Today is Saturday."

Xu Jiangtong confirmed it several times before he heaved a sigh of relief and sat down at the dining table.

"I remember that you are not used to Chinese food, so you learned to cook some Western food. I don't know how it tastes." Tao Xihong brought out a hot poached egg and grilled sausage from the kitchen, and the aroma immediately overflowed.

Xu Jiangtong couldn't help but picked up a fork and took a bite. The sausage was very crispy.

He took another mouthful of fruit salad, and a sweet and sour taste spread on the tip of his tongue.

Tao Xihong did not mix the salad according to the traditional Western food method, but squeezed the boiled tomato juice into the bowl, and added white sugar to adjust the sweet and sour taste.

Xu Jiangtong's taste buds, which had been silent for a long time, finally became active. He ate a few mouthfuls, as if he had discovered a new world: "Do you know how to cook?"

"It's just learning and selling now, are you used to eating?"

"It's delicious." Xu Jiangtong was full of praise, and his eyes brightened a little, "Are you done with your work? Sit down and eat together."

"Wait a minute." He untied his apron, washed his hands, and sat opposite Xu Jiangtong.

"The salad you made is very special." Xu Jiangtong continued to praise him.

Tao Xihong smiled and took a bite of the poached egg: "I borrowed from Chinese food, as long as you like it."

When I was at home before, my mother always missed Chinese food, and Xu Jiangtong was also moved: "Can you cook me Chinese food once?"

"Of course, but your taste is too sweet, I'm afraid you're not used to Jingzhou cuisine. I'm going to learn Shanghai cuisine."

so troublesome?Xu Jiangtong said embarrassedly: "Wait until you finish the final exam."

Tao Xihong took a bite of the sausage and asked again, "What are your plans for today?"

Xu Jiangtong felt his head hurt a little, and said, "Draw something casually."

When he mentioned the manuscript, he thought about the International Sculpture Exhibition again. He had no idea until now, and felt a sense of frustration in his heart.

It just so happened that Tao Xihong asked, "What are you painting?"

"Not ready yet……"

"No inspiration?" Tao Xihong asked concerned, "No wonder you feel a lot of pressure recently."

Xu Jiangtong pressed his painful forehead.

"What do you usually do to find inspiration?"

"Run or play the piano, and meditate for a while after the body relaxes."

But with my current physical condition, I won't be able to run for a while.Tao Xihong started to clear the dining table, took the opportunity to walk up to him, leaned over and asked, "Can I become Teacher Xiaojiang's audience today?"

Xu Jiangtong moved his fingers, imitating the fingering of changing handles, and nodded when he felt that he was still in good condition.

"Wait for a few minutes." Tao Xihong picked up the plate and walked into the kitchen.

"Remember to use the dishwasher." Xu Jiangtong hummed a song and went to the study to fetch the piano.Back in the living room, he lit another scented candle.

Tao Xihong came out of the kitchen, just in time to see him blowing out the match, and there was a little residual fire wrapped in the remaining smoke.

The light woody fragrance spreads in the room, and a biting snow wind emerges from the distant tranquility, like a forest covered with ice and snow.

"Christmas is coming." Xu Jiangtong looked at the snow outside the window, pulled out the piano accompaniment, put the phone on the table, and said in a low voice, "MerryChristmas, Mr. Borodin."

The sudden English accent was as low as a whisper, like a lover's prayers whispered together after nightfall.

Tao Xihong's heart trembled suddenly, and the moment their eyes met, Xu Jiangtong lowered his eyes and smiled just right, then set up the violin, closed his eyes, and listened carefully to the prelude to the music.

Then the soothing sound of the piano sounded, mixed with a touch of loneliness, like a persistent call in the snow-white wilderness, echoing the aroma of sandalwood in the house.

Xu Jiangtong didn't open his eyes, his left hand was skillfully flying on the strings, and his body swayed gently with the rhythm.

All of a sudden, the music picked up quickly, and the bow hairs were evenly placed on the strings, and they jumped and struck crisply.Every time the bowstring falls a little, there is another footprint in the snow, as if two people are running wildly in the snowy night, as if they are separated, and the lover's name is ready to be pronounced.

Tao Xihong was dazzled by the complicated fingering. Looking at Xu Jiang's thin fingers like sculptures, he felt that something would fly out of his hand in the next second.

He is playing winter, but he is calling for spring with the sound of the piano.

The melody stopped abruptly at the second climax of the main part, and Xu Jiangtong put down the violin and exhaled slowly.

"How about it?"

"I..." Tao Xihong was only three meters away from him, and it took him a while to recover his voice, "Is this a story that happened in winter?"

"Ah."

"But I can hear spring from the sound of your piano." He stepped forward, took Xu Jiangtong's hand holding the bowstring, and carefully stroked his finger bones, "Butterflies flew out from your fingertips."

"...Really?" Xu Jiangtong's cheeks were hot from the praise.

Tao Xihong squeezed his fingers boldly again, leaned over and whispered: "Don't question your talent, you are a natural masterpiece, everything about you belongs to art."

The breathing between the two became extremely hot, Xu Jiangtong's face became hotter, and he changed the topic: "Do you want to know the ending of the story?"

Tao Xihong shook his head: "Is it a tragedy?"

"It can also be an open ending." Xu Jiangtong explained, "Sooner or later we will meet someone who wants to say 'Merry Christmas' to him, won't we?"

Tao Xihong suddenly laughed.

Because he lowered his head, Xu Jiangtong couldn't see his expression clearly, so he could only ask, "What are you laughing at?"

"I was thinking that Mr. Borodin must be very lucky to be a teacher."

"..." Xu Jiangtong remained silent.

In fact, this is an episode of a same-sex movie. It tells the story of a Chinese composer who travels across the ocean and meets a well-known conductor in a summer town, but bids farewell on Christmas Eve.

At the end of the movie, there is "MerryChristmas, Mr. Borodin" that he has not had time to export in the future; and outside the movie, this deeply buried confession has been played countless times.

It's a pity that Tao Xihong didn't fully understand.

Xu Jiangtong put the piano on the sofa, trying to withdraw his hand.

Unexpectedly, Tao Xihong held him even tighter: "Mr. Xiao Jiang, your hands are really beautiful. The skill of passing the ball is so delicate. When you play the violin, you are flying and agile, and when you are making sculptures, it is like a Nuwa making people."

"Thank you."

Xu Jiangtong's mood has calmed down, he looked down at his fingers, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind.

Tao Xihong said that his fingertips flew out of the spring.

What a natural language of sculpture.

"Yes, yes!" He jumped up excitedly.

"What's wrong?" Tao Xihong cast a surprised look at him.

Xu Jiangtong didn't bother to explain, he hugged his shoulder excitedly, and tapped his right cheek with traditional western etiquette: "Tao, you are the most talented student I have ever seen."

"Iswear to God..."

Tao Xihong could no longer hear the second half of the sentence, and felt his brain explode.

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Tao Xihong: My wife kissed me!I shall change my name to Borodin!

And, can I ask for some starfish QAQ