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Jiang Shiye liked the sound, the sound that came to his ears.

not lonely.

Cen Si glanced at him sideways, nodded: "Yes, I understand."

He asked again: "But you also know the keyboard, when did you learn it?"

I used to always pay attention to myself, but never had time to ask you.

"Keyboard...there is actually a very crappy electronic keyboard at home. I thought it belonged to my uncle at first, but he didn't touch it. Later, I researched it myself while he was away, and found that it was too broken to be repaired...but the keys are still there., you can follow along."

Cen Si smiled: "So you have been learning the keyboard with no sound."

Jiang Shiye rubbed the back of his neck: "It's really stupid."

"No, it means you are a genius."

This sentence was like a seal, instantly sealing the conversation Jiang Shiye had finally opened.

He's not stupid, he used to think he was a bit talented in music, and Lu Au and the others often praised him.

But learning music is expensive and difficult to make money.

Jiang Shiye was too poor, and he lived on Yi Bin's meager disability subsidy. Although Yi Bin was a lunatic and treated Jiang Shiye badly, he was not abnormal when it came to money.

Yi Bin, as an unemployed vagrant, is of course poor, but he doesn't seem to be that poor.Jiang Shiye still doesn't know where he got the money to buy the wine.

And his disability subsidy has always been for Jiang Shiye to collect, Jiang Shiyehua.

He never wants to.

Of course, won't give too much.

Because of this, Jiang Shiye didn't hate his uncle very much, which is why he could write down "Yi Bin" without hesitation every time he filled in the name of the emergency contact.

But that money was still very little in the final analysis, and it paid for the water and electricity at home, Jiang Shiye's tuition, and Jiang Shiye's life.

Very bitter, very embarrassing.

Jiang Shiye often feels ashamed, and uses the most inferior self-esteem to disguise himself, looking for an outlet in music.

And Cen Si actually said at this moment:

"In the past, they praised me as a genius in fencing, and you are a genius in music. We really deserve it."

Jiang Shiye was speechless, his fingertips trembling a little.

Suddenly, he remembered that when he lost his phone at the age of 18, Cen Si filled in his name on his emergency contact.

Probably seeing Jiang Shiye's sad expression, Cen Si said again: "Let me sing you a song."

"……good."

"Don't laugh at me."

"I won't." Jiang Shiye curled his lips.

So Cen Si took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

Fly me to the moonAnd let me play among the starsLet me see what Spring is like On Jupiter and Mars*

Cen Si's musical talent can be called negative, and he sings very seriously and attentively, but he is also a little out of tune.

But at this point, it has become a unique version and footnote.The classic of lazy jazz style, he sings cautiously, so it is very light and low, his voice is very magnetic, with a tired and drowsy tone, gentle to strange.

Jiang Shiye's wrinkled heart suddenly shattered into mud.

Cen Si's bent arm and elbow just touched Jiang Shiye's ribs, rubbing and sliding, like a rhythm pedal.Jiang Shiye looked at his profile.The 19-year-old pride disappeared in the shadow of the eyes, but it was still good-looking.

The kind of beauty that made his heart beat for the second time.

"In other words..." When Cen Si sang, his right hand suddenly paused, and he muttered, "How come the chords are pressed—"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Shiye's right hand held down the frets instead of him, the correct chords, and then sang, "In other words, hold my hand."

Cen Si looked at him with slightly parted lips.

Jiang Shiye continued to sing.

In other words

darling, kiss me

Jiang Shiye's voice was nice and unique, but it was slightly lowered and smoky. With the guitar, it was like stars being crushed into sand, slowly sliding on the skin, rolling up a layer of vast and irresistible numbness.

If Cen Si's voice is magnetic, his voice is unquestionable and sexy.

Cen Si smiled lightly.

Continue to pluck the strings with the left hand, leave the piano with the right hand, let Jiang Shiye press the piano frets, join: You are all I long for, (You are the desire of my heart)

All I worship and adore (my admiration and my love)

On the quiet balcony, in the night without knowing the time, the voices of the two of them rolled together, like entangled arms and overlapping legs.The voices of the two men had their own deep reverberation.The song "Take Me to the Moon" was sung, and the voice really condensed the moonlight.

In other words, please be true (in other words, let's be honest)

In other words, I love you (in other words, I love you)

The charm of music is probably here. When singing a song together and playing a guitar together, two strangers can feel the emotional resonance.

Not to mention lovers.

It is the sharing of the soul.

Sing to the end.

Jiang Shiye said casually:

"Four boys."

"Um?"

"I dreamed of you last night."

Cen Si smiled: "You like me so much."

"No, I dreamed of you who participated in the World Championships at the age of 19, and me." As the sky gradually dawned, Jiang Shiye moved his legs from Cen Si's and sat upright, "Then I realized that it was not a dream."

There was no sound of plucking the strings, and Cen Si's hand stopped suddenly.

He looked at Jiang Shiye, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Shiye captured that moment, and he also looked at him: "I have recovered some memories."

His voice was soft and calm.

"We've been in love, haven't we?"

Cen Si didn't speak, the corners of his mouth became tighter and tighter.

It took a long time to squeeze out a word: "En."

A faint bright color on the horizon was reflected in Jiang Shiye's eyes, like a rock as heavy as a reef rolled by a layer of waves.

"So it's the breakup you mentioned later?"

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