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Chapter 8
Qin Yuchi wants to add him as a friend?
Lin Shu turned over abruptly and grabbed the phone, afraid that Bian Xinglan had already agreed.
Fortunately, he snatched the phone in time, and the phone interface was still stuck on the friend request.
Lin Shu breathed a sigh of relief, and stared at Bian Xinglan, "Did you tell him my WeChat account?"
Bian Xinglan never talked nonsense about Lin Shu's contact information, and now he was wronged once again, and felt very wronged.
"I don't have one!" Bian Xinglan was a little annoyed, "There are quite a few people on your list. Qin Yuchi can know your account number just by asking around. Why do you always suspect me?"
"I......"
When Bian Xinglan said this, Lin Shu also felt that he had gone too far, "Sorry, I'm not in a good mood recently."
Compared to being wronged by Lin Shu, Lin Shu's apology was more shocking.
Bian Xinglan's eyes widened, "You, why are you apologizing? You were taken away by a ghost?"
It's just an apology, why should be so surprised?
Lin Shu rubbed his brows, he didn't want to talk to Bian Xinglan anymore.
"Now, get out of my house." Following Bian Xinglan's wishes, Lin Shu's expression darkened, as if he was about to explode.
Bian Xinglan put away his indecent attitude and immediately stood up, "Okay, okay, I'll get out, Shu'er, take a good rest, goodbye."
The door slams.
As soon as Bian Xinglan left, the house quickly fell into silence.
After being harassed several times just now, Lin Shu lost all sleep.
After closing his eyes for a while and still not falling asleep, he decided to stay in a daze for a while.
"Bitter Life" was frozen on the screening screen.
As soon as Lin Shu opened his eyes, he met Qin Yuchi's slightly upturned eyes.
When Qin Yuchi wasn't smiling, he felt just the right amount of indifference, and seemed more noble than him.
But at this time, Qin Yuchi on the projection screen had no sense of dignity, his eyes were clear and bright, like snow that had fallen into the world for a long time but was not polluted.
Lin Shu rested his head on his arm and continued to show the movie.
"All human beings are created equal, but human abilities are of different grades. I am a grade 9 person, so I can only live by stealth..."
This passage is the confession of the protagonist before his death.
Lin Shu used to be disdainful. He doesn't understand why people who are about to die talk so much nonsense?
It's just moaning for nothing.
But when he died once, countless thoughts flashed through his mind before he died.
Only then did he realize that the protagonist is not talking too much nonsense, but has too many regrets, and he can't finish talking.
Heavy snow fell.
Snowflakes fell on Qin Yuchi's pale lips and long eyelashes, like an elf kissing his face.
The brisk piano sounded β , and the last long shot was zoomed higher and higher.
Qin Yuchi's figure gradually shrank, and finally turned into an inconspicuous speck of dust in the silver-white snow.
The movie is completely over.
Emotions were brought into the movie, and couldn't calm down for a long time.
Lin Shu let out a long sigh of relief, set up the replay segment, turned down the volume, and closed his eyes to the familiar piano sound.
Β β¦
There is a reason why Lin Shu doesn't listen to popular music.
Lin Gang himself tasted vulgarity, but he didn't allow others to be vulgar. He was only allowed to listen to classical music since he was a child.
Lin Shu can also play the piano, but not at a professional level. He can only play simple pieces in Liszt's works.
"Does it sound good? Brother."
After Lin Shu played the last piece of the gorgeous arpeggio, he turned his head to ask Qin Yuchi.
Lin Shu didn't care about anything, and let go of the sustain pedal with his toes.
His heels were a little red, and his snow-white left leg was hanging under the piano bench, shaking restlessly.
Qin Yuchi remained sullen and taciturn.
They had only been together for two months, and only after Lin Shu said five sentences would he get a "hmm" from Qin Yuchi.
"Are you dumb? You don't speak."
Lin Shu was dissatisfied, and put one hand on the piano keys, lazily supporting the side of his face.
Qin Yuchi had just left an awards ceremony, wearing a new season's high-end suit, with some high-gloss powder on his shoulders.
That glitter is very eye-catching.
Lin Shu was unhappy, and looked straight into Qin Yuchi's eyes, "You laughed so much at the ceremony, why didn't you smile when you got home?"
There was no emotion in those eyes, like a bottomless deep pool.
Not to mention love and lust, not even anger.
The colder Qin Yuchi was, the more Lin Shu wanted to see him lose control.
"Your little bamboo horse is going to give a solo concert? I don't know if there will be a mistake in the approval result of the concert hall..." Lin Shu's meaning was obvious, it was a naked threat.
A trace of sullenness flashed across Qin Yuchi's eyes.
"Lin Shu, don't be so mean." Qin Yuchi gritted his teeth and said.
"Don't worry, don't be nervous," Lin Shu said with a smile, "As long as you are obedient, I won't touch Tao Lian."
Qin Yuchi clenched his fists tightly, veins appeared on the back of his hands, and his arms trembled slightly.
The two looked at each other from a distance.
After a while, it was Qin Yuchi who compromised, as always.
Qin Yuchi unbuttoned his suit with one hand, strode towards Lin Shu, and sat beside him.
The fragrance of eustoma wafted across his face, and Lin Shu was delighted, and asked enthusiastically, "What do you want to hear? I'll play it for you."
""Oxygen"." Qin Yuchi was stingy to say one more word.
Lin Shu rested his right hand on the keys and only played the lead singer's melody, while his left hand sneaked aside, and his fingertips touched the back of Qin Yuchi's right hand.
Ten fingers intertwined.
Lin Shu was like a teasing cat, scratching Qin Yuchi's palm, and poking the veins on the back of his hand curiously.
Oxygen, which has only one voice, is very thin, and Lin Shu found it boring after playing a section.
Looking down slightly, Lin Shu smiled triumphantly and ordered, "Hold me."
Qin Yuchi tightened his fingers and grabbed the sheepskin on the piano bench tightly, as if feeling helpless against the irresistible desire.
"Why don't you hug me, don't you dare?" Lin Shu teased, stepping on Qin Yuchi's cotton slippers with the tip of his left toe.
Qin Yuchi exhaled silently, grabbed Lin Shu's wrist, and pressed him on the piano bench.
"Kiss me," Lin Shu ordered.
Qin Yuchi closed his eyes, as if in extreme pain, and kissed Lin Shu's forehead lightly.
"No, not here to kiss."
Qin Yuchi straightened up, clenched his teeth, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and slowly approached Lin Shu's lips.
The two lips touched each other, tentatively exploring.
As the kiss deepens, the scent of eustoma lingers in the nostrils...
Lin Shu opened his eyes suddenly, covered his mouth, and rolled down the sofa.
Nausea surged, and he didn't have time to go to the bathroom, so he could only kneel on the ground and retch.
Fortunately, there was nothing in his stomach, so Lin Shu didn't vomit anything, only a few drops of physiological tears fell on the floor.
After retching enough, Lin Shu hunched over and walked into the bathroom in a daze.
Lin Shu turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature to the coldest.
The cold water wets his clothes, extinguishing his desire from the dream.
When his body was shivering from the cold and there was no trace of desire left, Lin Shu stood up and stepped out of the bathtub shaking.
The wet clothes dripped water, and with his footsteps, there were winding water marks on the ground.
Lin Shu walked to the cloakroom dully, found a sportswear and changed into it.
The faint moonlight penetrated through the window, and it was still dark.
There seemed to be shiny debris floating outside the window, Lin Shu couldn't see clearly.
It's raining?
Lin Shu walked slowly to the window and pushed it open.
The wind brought snowflakes through the window and landed on the ends of his hair.
Snow?
Lin Shu stretched out his hand, and the snowflakes crashed into his palm and melted into mist.
It was snowing heavily outside, and it was snowy.
The pine trees on Huguang Mountain are all covered with white coats.
There is a thick layer of snow on the ground, which is somewhat similar to the last scene of "A Bitter Life".
Lin Shu couldn't help thinking, how did Qin Yuchi feel when he was filming this scene?
Will Qin Yuchi shiver from the cold?
Will you reach out to catch the flying snow?
The filming location of that scene was in City B, very close to Huguang Mountain, less than ten kilometers away, on a high cliff.
Lin Shu casually grabbed a padded jacket and put it on, and set off impulsively without a plan.
He hasn't driven for too long, and his hands are a little raw.
Lin Shu drove extremely slowly, and drove for nearly five minutes before driving from the garage to the road.
At five o'clock in the morning, many cars were already crowded on the highway, Lin Shu drove slower and slower, and the dashboard decreased from sixty yards to zero.
Lin Shu thought it was just an ordinary traffic jam, but he didn't expect that after 20 minutes, the traffic flow was still motionless.
This abnormal situation must be due to a car accident.
Lin Shu's car was caught in the middle of the traffic flow, neither entering nor retreating.
It looked like he wouldn't be able to get there before sunrise.
Lin Shu sighed slightly, closed the car window, and let the strong wind blow snow into the car.
The traffic light is a decoration, no matter what color it jumps to, the traffic will not move.
Lin Shu turned off the ignition, took out cigarettes and a lighter from the storage box, and still only lit cigarettes, but did not smoke.
The hazy smoke spread in front of my eyes.
Lin Shu took a breath to disperse the white smoke, freeing up a clear field of vision.
The road is full of vehicles, and the red lights illuminate the night brightly.
Not far away, a person passed against the flow of traffic and was shuttling between the car and the sidewalk.The man was wearing a peaked cap, and his sweater and jeans were all torn.
The right eyelid twitched.
Lin Shu frowned, and fixed his eyes on the man.
A hint of peach fragrance followed the wind and rushed into the lingering smoke.
The man gradually approached and walked to his car, although the peaked cap covered half of his face, Lin Shu still recognized who he was.
Lin Shu grabbed the man's sweater in time, "Why are you here? Where's Bian Xinglan?"
Tao Tiaotian raised his head in panic, saw that it was Lin Shu, and suddenly let go of his support.
"Boss Lin..." Tao Yutian bent his eyes, smiled reassuringly at him, and fell down with a bang while smiling.
Tao Yutian can't die!
This idea has been engraved in Lin Shu's mind ever since he was reborn.
Terrified, Lin Shu got out of the car and checked Tao Yutian's breathing.
Seeing someone fall down, the drivers around pushed down the windows and looked here.
Lin Shu dialed the phone, "Someone fainted in the middle of Huguang Road. His breathing was weak and his heart rate was slow. The situation is critical."
"The traffic jam here is serious now, send me a helicopter!"
At dawn, Lin Shu stood outside the door of the ward with a gloomy expression.
The doctor walked out of the ward and closed the door cautiously, "Mr. Lin, Mr. Tao is awake, you can go in and see him now."
"Why did he faint?" Lin Shu asked coldly.
"Mr. Tao's myocardial ischemia, coupled with the excessive exercise before, that's why he fainted. One more thing..." The doctor looked embarrassed and couldn't speak.
"Say it straight, don't waste time." Lin Shu was impatient.
The doctor showed the results of the blood test to Lin Shu, "Dr. Tao took a lot of sertraline tablets today..."
"Sertraline? What do you mean?"
"Mr. Tao may suffer from some kind of mental illness. Depression, anxiety or obsessive-compulsive disorder are all possible. He is unwilling to speak, and we cannot be sure."
Lin Shu's heart sank suddenly.
So, maybe Tao Yutian's suicide in his previous life was not only because of Bian Xinglan?!
"Boss Lin!"
Distraught, Lin Shu raised his head when he heard the sound.
Tao Lian hurried towards him, followed by Qin Yuchi, whom he hadn't seen for a week.
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Note: β The piano piece here is Liszt - "The Fountain of the Manor d'Esther"