When Two Alphas Meet, One's an Omega

Jian Song had a stinky face, and Xu Jiaxing and Yang Yue hugged her thighs and pressed her handprints.

He felt that Bai Huai was too petty.

Still say you like yourself?

Heh, scumbag.

Sure enough, it was a correct decision not to promise to be nice to him.

Going home that night, Jian Songyi didn't say a word to Bai Huai all the way, and even locked the password door from the inside, preventing Bai Huai from sneaking into his house in the middle of the night.

It seems that he is very unwilling to play a piece with Bai Huai.

Just unknowingly, he walked into the piano room.

The small building of the mansion is a three-story building. The third floor is a wide attic with a glazed dome, pasted with colored window paper commonly used in churches in the Republic of China. When you blow it, it drives the white gauze curtain, which is also very beautiful.

The wooden floor was empty, except for a white grand piano.

Jane loosened the lid of the piano.

Thinking about the hardworking and meticulous aunt at home, there is not even a speck of dust on the piano, obviously he hasn't touched it for four or five years.

He is not a long-term person, nor is he impatient. The reason why he learned the piano was when he saw Uncle Zhimian playing the piano when he was young, and he thought it was really beautiful, and Bai Xiaohuai, sitting in front of the piano, looked like an adult. Look, so very excited, clamoring to learn together.

But he couldn't sit still, and he didn't want to endure hardships. In the end, he barely made it to the tenth level, and there was nothing left to do. Bai Huai has won many championships in earnest.

I have to admit that Bai Huai's talent in this area is indeed better than his own.

So probably there is such a thing as heredity, thinking about Uncle Zhimian, and then thinking about the silly Baitian Ms. Tang, Jian Songyi suddenly rejoiced, fortunately, the old Jian's family's IQ level is high enough.

Open the piano cover, sit on the piano bench, step on the pedals, put your fingers on the keys, put your shoulders flat, straighten your back, and prepare to play a piece of Chopin at your fingertips to show off your temperament of a piano prince.

Then, when I played it, I made several mistakes.

Messy, bad hands.

Jian Songyi felt that she was a perfectionist, if she could not do perfect things, she would not do them, so she lost her patience, closed the piano cover with a "snap", and left.

Forget it, whoever likes to play plays.

I stopped practicing.

The big deal is to play a little star with four hands at that time, which is also very childlike.

Anyway, the Art Festival is a happy event for freshmen in the first year of high school. For the second year of high school, it is a good thing to be lazy and not study. For the third year of high school, it is a purely formalistic burden.

No one particularly cares.

Everyone should review and review, and brush up the questions.

After all, NFLS has a tight exam arrangement. There is a monthly exam in mid-December, and a final exam in mid-January. When I come back from school, I have to prepare for self-enrollment. The schedule is full, and I dare not delay at all. very busy.

Although Jian Songyi was not under such a great pressure, in this atmosphere, she gradually forgot about the art festival, and concentrated on preparing for the upcoming physics competition.

It was not until the beginning of December, when the performance list of the art festival was posted, that he was reminded of this cruel fact.

The third grade, who was not interested in himself, saw the program schedule of Class One, Senior Three, and suddenly he was only interested, not lacking.

That night, there were countless hot posts on the post bar.

"Iron-Blooded Man Mutant Literary Youth, Why? "

"Are they eternal enemies, or confidants who love and kill each other? "

"Can Brother Song really play the piano with those hands used to play basketball and fight?" "

"Is the piano worth 20 yuan in the concert hall dying soon?" "

"Please use those iron fists to continue to defend my Nan's homeland!"The war is imminent, we don't need the music! "

"Is everything Bai Huai's fault? After all, Ye Bai Qin Huai is close to the restaurant, and you can have a backyard flower"

……

Jian Songyi lay on the bed, scanned through those posts one by one, and sneered.

The superficial and ignorant ignorant people originally wanted to keep a low profile, but they insisted on forcing their super-A Omega to pretend to be a B.

Rolling up the sleeves, revealing the thin wrist bones with well-defined muscles and bones, together with the white and slender fingers with well-defined joints, he chose the best angle, took a photo, and uploaded it to Moments.

[Such beautiful hands can only be used to play the piano]

Cute little Lolo: It can also be used to explore the mysteries of the body.

Stupid Xu: It can also be used to comfort the loneliness of boys.

Lu Qifeng: It can also be used to measure Alpha's stalwart.

Ask me for a 6% discount for fortune-telling: it can also be used to grab bed sheets.

……

Looking at the neat addition of ones behind, Jian Songyi felt that he seemed to have strayed into some unlawful place.

Such a comparison, it seems that Bai Huai is not such a beast.

In the next second, [creditor] sent a picture.

Screenshot of circle of friends.

P.S.: Actually, I think it can be used.

Jane Songyi: ...

Heh, a real beast will only be late, never absent.

Angrily, she planned to blackmail Baihuai, but fortunately, Baihuai's next WeChat message saved this relationship that was on the verge of collapse.

【Come with me to practice in the piano room tomorrow】

I also know to help myself stand up.

Still a little conscience.

There is also use value.

Don't worry about pulling black.

Reluctantly replied: All right.

NFLS has a large art and gymnasium, with body classrooms, an indoor stadium, an art room, and a musical instrument practice room, each occupying one floor.

The row next to the windows on the fourth floor of the art gymnasium is divided into small piano rooms one after another. After placing a piano and a piano bench, there is no rich space.

Two big boys with a height of 1.8 meters sat side by side inside, looking a little crowded, as if they would bump into each other if they moved casually.

Jian Songyi sat on the piano bench with her hands in the pockets of her school uniform, looking a bit stiff and uncomfortable.

Bai Huai tried the sound of the piano, and said softly: "Why are you nervous, I can still eat you?"

"Who is nervous? I feel cold and I don't want to move. You said how gloomy this gymnasium is, and I don't know how to install more air conditioners."

Jian Songyi was afraid of the cold, and Bai Huai knew it. In early December, the temperature in Nancheng was not very low, but it was gloomy and cold, freezing to the bone.

He pulled out Jane's loose hand and held it in his palm.

It's really cool.

Jian Songyi is as hot as a small stove in summer, and turns into small ice cubes in winter. It is neither too hot nor too cold, and if the air conditioner blows too much, it will cause headaches. It is precious and delicate, and it is difficult to take care of it.

Bai Huai took out a warm water bottle from his bag, stuffed it into his hand, and ordered: "Turn around."

Jian Songyi is like a little squirrel holding a nut, holding a warm water bag and turning around obediently.

Bai Huai took out two more baby warmers, took them apart, put his hand into Jane's relaxed school uniform and sweater, and stuck them on his bottoming T-shirt.

Familiar with the way, it looks like it has been done for many years and has a lot of experience.

It's just that after three years, the feeling is different this time.

The black sweater was empty, and Bai Huai's hand poked in easily. Through the thin T-shirt, his fingertips could clearly feel Jian Songyi's thin and thin spine. Count each joint.

Thin and thin, but there is no doubt that it is the skeleton of a mature man.

Behavior that was considered normal before suddenly became a little ambiguous.

Jian Song pursed her lips, not daring to move.

With tacit consent, Bai Huai's fingers slid all the way down, stopped at a joint at the bottom of the spine, and whispered: "Is it here?"

Jian Songyi tensed up instantly, pretending to be calm and uttering two words: "No."

"Well, it looks like it's still below."

The tone is light, serious as if discussing some academic issue.

Jian Songyi was afraid that he would continue to go down, so she quickly turned around and knocked off the hand that was doing anything wrong: "Don't f*cking touch."

Bai Huai stretched out his hand in front of him, and smiled lightly: "It's a pity that such a beautiful hand is not used to explore the mysteries of the human body."

"You have to show some face!" Jian Songyi blushed with shame, "I'm not your boyfriend yet, don't touch me all day long, be careful I'll call the police and arrest you!"

It sounds a bit fierce.

He and Bai Huai Mingming haven't confirmed their relationship yet, but they kissed, hugged, touched, and even slept together, making it look like this Omega is easy to bully.

Jian Songyi was very dissatisfied with this.

Although he has almost made up his mind, he is thin-skinned and loves to save face, so he can't do something like running up to Bai Huai and saying "I'll be your boyfriend" for no reason.

He had been waiting for Bai Huai to give him an opportunity, but after Bai Han appeared, Bai Huai never mentioned this matter seriously, and the two of them just put it aside.

Jian Songyi couldn't hide anything, so she expressed this little grievance in another way.

But Bai Huai, who has always been considerate and considerate, didn't seem to have received the signal this time, so he just withdrew his hand and asked, "Has your body warmed up now?"

As soon as he said that, Jian Songyi realized that it seemed that it was indeed warmer, her hands were warmer, her back was also warmer, and the blood all over her body was warmed up because of the dryness of shyness.

Bai Huai touched the back of his hand with his fingertips and tested the temperature: "Well, we can start practicing the piano."

"Oh."

Jian Song casually responded, and glanced at the music score, "Blessings of Love?"

"Hmm. Four-hand playing requires repeated practice, but now it's only four or five days in total, and you haven't played it for a long time. If it's too difficult, I'm afraid the effect will not be good. This piece is not too difficult, and it can bring emotions."

In the Campus Art Festival, the audience is all laymen, and the real showy skills may not be heard. Familiar and touching songs can actually arouse emotions, be safe, and have good effects.

Bai Huai was indeed very thoughtful.

But after the first time, Jian Songyi didn't feel very good.

He practiced solo before, and it was the first time he played the piano score together. He was a little uncomfortable, not smooth enough, the details were not handled delicately, his fingers were not vivid, and occasionally he would make mistakes.

If you practice like this, the effect will definitely not be very good.

Bai Huai pushed the score to him: "10 minutes, play it several times, memorize it by heart, move your fingers while passing it."

Jian Songyi was still very sensible at this time, and didn't care about Bai Huai's attitude, while looking at the music score, he started doing finger exercises.

Bai Huai sat on the side, having nothing to do, so he pressed the keys on the piano casually.

The sound of the piano is natural and smooth, pouring out.

There is no score, it should be a piece that I have already mastered by heart, and I played it unconsciously.

After listening to a short paragraph, Jian Songyi raised her eyebrows: "Fashion?"

"Ah."

Jian Songyi suddenly became interested. Neither he nor Bai Huai like to listen to pop music, so what kind of music can make Bai Huai, who is used to playing Chopin and Mozart, play it over and over again, so that he has formed muscle memory. .

The melody of that song does not sound complicated, but there is a touch of sentimentality in the lyric.

There must be a reason why Bai Huai likes something.

Jian Songyi asked, "Favorite song?"

"I heard it occasionally before, and I think it's okay."

"I don't seem to have heard of it."

"Ah."

"Then Xiaobai, do you want to sing one for Grandpa?"

Bai Huai chuckled: "For those of us who go to the sea to list, singing is another price."

"As long as you sing well, I promise to reward you enough."

"I lost to me before and promised to kiss one day, but I haven't fulfilled the contract yet. I don't believe you."

"... Believe it or not! Who cares!"

Jian Song wanted to tease Bai Huai but was teased instead. She became angry from embarrassment, her curiosity was suspended but could not be satisfied, she turned around angrily, and continued to read the music score, her tone was particularly fierce.

A conniving low laugh came from next to my ear: "I'm angry again, do you want me to coax you again?"

"No coaxing! Let me tell you, I really hate you now..."

Jian Songyi's voice gradually faded away, because a low and soft male voice sounded beside her ear.

It's a song about childhood sweethearts.

The voice is clear and cold, very light, slightly cool, and overflows from the lips and teeth in a low voice.

Although it is light, it is deeply affectionate. It seems that after many years, it slowly settles in the memory and becomes an innate part of life. It is common but addicted to every cell, pervasive and suffocating.

Word by word, it's all like this, eloquently.

Little children, holding hands, as if they are inseparable for a lifetime, but because they are too small, awkward and immature, they still waste their youth.

The most simple and plain piano sound and singing voice, without any skill at all.

But suddenly the corners of Jian Songyi's eyes were a little sore, turned away, and interrupted Bai Huai casually: "Why do you like this song?"

"I heard it occasionally in Beicheng. When I heard that lyrics, I missed you."

"Which sentence."

"The sentence that you want to marry me in the future."

Jian Song pursed her lips.

When I was young, I was very clingy to Baihuai, always following him, pestering him, making trouble with him, saying that I would marry him when I grew up, and because of this, I fought the big guy in the kindergarten class who also wanted to marry Baihuai as his wife. one.

不过那时候才三岁，自己打不过，被揍了一顿，哭唧唧地去找柏淮，柏淮把那大块头打掉了两颗门牙，但却不愿意嫁给自己，死活都不愿意， Jian Xiaosong was so angry that he bit him hard, and the two children with bruised noses and swollen faces fought again.

Later, Jian Songyi never thought about marrying Bai Huai again. He felt that Bai Huai had given up this thought at a young age, and the two of them were just brothers.

But he didn't expect that what this person wanted was not to be his wife, but to be his husband.

At a young age, ambition is not small.

Jian Song unconsciously raised the corner of her lower lip.

Bai Huai was still playing the tune in his hand, and said slowly: "At that time, I dreamed of you every night, but I haven't seen you for two years. I don't know what you look like. The dreams in the dreams are very vague. They are all unhappy things. But it is very strange. On the night after listening to the song, I dreamed of you when I was a child. song."

"And what about when you haven't heard the song?"

"For two years, I didn't get a full night's sleep."

An understatement of a word, with the alone waiting after separation.

He once waited for himself, just like the story in this song.

Jian Songyi turned around and looked at him: "I still want to hear you sing."

"it is good."

The pair of perfect hands that have practiced the piano all the year round flowed gently on the black and white keys, with their heads slightly drooping, their necks stretched, their thin eyelids drooping slightly, and the winter evening eyes outside the window fell in, forming a backlight The silhouette is covered with a layer of light golden light.

The lips that looked a bit flirtatious, slightly parted and slightly closed, as if it was something that couldn't be more careless.

Only the Adam's apple rolled abruptly, accompanied by the sound of the piano, talking about those loves that were once unknown.

Gentle and stunning.

Later, the video of the four-handed playing at the art festival was widely circulated, and it was praised as the most beautiful pair of male gods on the same stage in the history of NFLS.

But in Jian Songyi's heart, it was nothing like this simple tune played and sung by the young man who belonged to him alone in the small and simple piano room on this winter evening.

It was only sung to him, only he understood, only he understood the story.

Only him.

He propped up the piano, leaned over, tilted his head, and bit the Adam's apple, leaving a shallow and thin tooth mark.

"It's stamped, mine, so I'm not allowed to sing it to others in the future, not anyone else."

The author has something to say:

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1. According to my many years of driving experience, the glands of Omega go all the way down to the reproductive cavity, and the tailbone is probably the origin, so... hehehe

2. The song is "Little" by Ms. Joey Yung. I like the song very much. The lyrics are very poignant to me, but because I am afraid of copyright, I didn't quote it directly. You can search it and eat it together.