As soon as Yuan Xiao woke up, he met a pair of very familiar eyes, as deep as a storm on the sea. Because of the long eyelashes, his eyes became more focused and affectionate when he lowered his eyes, especially when he smiled. The moon faded away. Yuan Xiao even thought for a moment that he was wearing it again

But soon, he noticed the difference.

Bai Wenlin's mixed-race face, because he has been cold and frosty all the year round, without a smile, his temperament has also changed. From a warm sunshine man to a blood-sucking aristocrat.

When Yuan Xiao left, the child had been found by his super-rich father, and he wanted to take him home, but he refused. It was because of their precarious heart problems that the two got on the Royce family's private jet.

But he "falls asleep" on that plane and wakes up back to the future. Yuan Xiao thought to himself, in Bai Wenlin's view, he must be dead. At that time, Bai Wenlin was only eighteen years old, but now he is almost thirty and almost twelve years have passed.

so unfamiliar.

Facing the man in front of him, saying that he is not afraid must be a lie, and the sense of distance from looking at idols is pressing in his heart. Yuan Xiao was completely unprepared, he was at a loss, the words "Ask Lin" came to his mouth, and he swallowed it back. There are too many questions in his heart. Bai asked how Lin found him. He picked him up from the police station. Does it mean that he recognized himself?

After hesitating, Yuan Xiao realized that he seemed to be lying on Bai Wenlin's lap. His eyelashes are fluttering, is it too late to pretend to be asleep?

As soon as his eyes were closed, there was a small biscuit next to his mouth. This feeding method was so familiar that Yuan Xiao didn't even think about it, so he opened his mouth to hold the biscuit in his mouth, and then froze.

Facing Shang Bai Wenlin's turbulent eyes, he pursed his lips.

In the last year of his last life, he was suddenly blind in both eyes due to a heart attack. Yuan Xiao completely lost his ability to live. He couldn't find the elevator at home. Even if he found the stairs, he would fall because he couldn't see the steps.

That's why Bai Wenlin resisted so much when his biological father suddenly appeared, because he felt that Yuan Xiao could not leave him, nor could he leave Yuan Xiao.

Neither of them spoke. Yuan Xiao hated this feeling very much, so why didn't he ask him what to do if he didn't speak. Before he knew it, he ate the biscuits.

"Do you still want it?" Bai Wenlin stared at him.

"Yes." Yuan Xiao hurriedly met his gaze, and he didn't dare to look any more. The child who chased after his butt and called his brother grew up and matured, and became the grand pianist he met through the earphones. His voice had an unreachable taste, and his whole person seemed too unfamiliar.

Putting the biscuits to his mouth, Yuan Xiao finished two or three mouthfuls, and noticed that he was in the car and the car was still moving. And Bai Wenlin just silently fed him the biscuits one by one, except for the sound of chewing in the luxury carriage, there was only the sound of breathing.

This silence lasted for a long time.

"Are your eyes okay?" he said in a low voice.

Yuan Xiao froze for a second, then said "um" in a low voice. He was blind last time, and now that he is back, it is naturally very good.

Bai Wenlin didn't speak again, just stared at him. Yuan Xiao looked back into his eyes, but in those deep eyes were his unpredictable emotions, as if some unspeakable secret was brewing. He knew that Bai Wenlin had deep thoughts, but he couldn't figure it out no matter what, how could the good sunshine boy in the past become so deep now

He couldn't help but think of Bai Wenlin's sub-personality.

The two personalities are very different, and the sight of Bai Wenlin in front of him made him feel strange and distant. But if it was Al, it would definitely be much better. He would just pounce on him and roll around on the bed, like a puppy in Yuanxiao. Bai Wenlin and Al were two people, and they were the same person.

Bai Wenlin met his gaze and stabbed in his heart, "Who are you looking at?"

Before Yuan Xiao could answer, Bai Wenlin said "he?" This made Yuan Xiao feel inexplicably guilty, and he didn't know when Bai Wenlin knew about his dual personality. He kept it a secret. Well, even when you die, you are also strict. Yuan Xiao bit his head and asked, "How is he?"

Bai Wenlin's face looked even colder, "I rarely come out."

Yuan Xiao responded, and was about to sit up when Bai Wenlin pressed his shoulders. Yuan Xiao, a big man from Inner Mongolia, was immediately pressed back to his original position, and the back of his head hit his leg heavily.

"Don't move, I'll be there soon." Bai Wenlin said.

"Where are you going?" He smelled that cigar from Bai Wenlin again, which was very strong.

"Eat roast whole lamb."

Yuanxiao ""

"I don't eat that, don't let me eat something else." He rarely eats mutton.

Bai Wenlin bowed his head, "When you were talking in your sleep, you bit my ear and said you wanted to eat roast whole lamb, so I found a chef from Inner Mongolia in New York."

"I won't eat," Yuan Xiao said ashamedly, "I must be too hungry, I can't believe what I'm talking about in my sleep, give me the biscuits, don't feed them."

Bai Wenlin gave him a box of seaweed-flavored biscuits, which he bought at a convenience store when he just came out of the police station. Bai Wenlin even remembered his taste.

After eating a Chinese meal, Yuan Xiao was taken back to his penthouse by Bai Wenlin. Bai Wenlin didn't ask him any more questions, and took out his pajamas for him to wear, "Are you still taking a bath?"

This apartment is in a prime Manhattan location, on the top floor, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire New York City.

The bed was a very cool gray tone, looking soft and comfortable. No matter how tired or sleepy Yuan Xiao was, it was impossible for him to climb onto Bai Wenlin's bed dirty and sleep.

"Wash." He got into the bathroom with his pajamas, and was shocked when he entered.

It's very big inside, and there is a massage bed with a big swimming pool that can even be used for sa. All kinds of luxurious essential oils are piled up in the cabinet, and there are famous paintings on the walls. Yuan Xiao hesitated to think that it should be a real painting. Hanging it in the bathroom is a waste too.

When he came out, Bai Wenlin was sitting on the sofa by the window reading a book, with thin glasses on the bridge of his nose, making him look as elegant as a nobleman. There are many dim downlights in the room, and the floor lamp next to the sofa is a warm yellow light, which warmly reflects on his handsome side face, making his brown hair soft golden, and his shadow is drawn on the carpet.

He seemed to be taking it seriously, but if you look carefully, you'll find that he hasn't turned a page.

Yuan Xiao was too sleepy, and his body couldn't hold on anymore. He was wearing Bai Wenlin's wide pajamas, and sat on the end of the bed at a loss, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

He shook his head "reading a book."

"But it's four o'clock."

He cherished the words like gold, "You sleep."

"Then I" Yuan Xiao stood up, "I sleep on the sofa."

"Bed." Bai Wenlin put the book down, walked to the bed, and glanced at him.

Yuan Xiao only knew what kind of character he was at the age of 18. Now, he didn't know anything about it. He only knew that Royce had a very bad temper. Yuan Xiao climbed into the bed and Bai Wenlin was standing beside the bed. His hand was slowly put down, his fingertips stopped on Yuan Xiao's cheek, the lens couldn't hide the suppressed, almost crazy emotion in his eyes.

This action seems to evoke Yuan Xiao's memory, it is clearly something that happened not long ago, but time has passed through such a long time, more than ten years in the blink of an eye.

It turned the teenager into an unattainable man, into a high and unattainable Royce. As for myself, on the surface, it is the same as before.

He closed his eyes wearily and his lips moved silently.

Bai Wenlin heard it, and it was calling his name.

God knows how restrained he is, how much restraint he has to control, not to hug him, not to kiss him.

Yuan Xiao slept very deeply. He didn't know that Bai Wenlin hadn't slept, so he looked at him greedily from the side, listening to his breathing, he was reluctant to blink, for fear of blinking, just like many years ago, as soon as he fell asleep, No breathing.

The blackout curtains perfectly blocked the sunrise and sunset outside. During this period, Yuan Xiao had been sleeping, and after waking up and reacting for a long time, he remembered everything before. He found it was still dark, and when he looked at the clock, it was five in the morning.

Bai Wenlin sat beside him and looked at him, holding a watch in his hand.

He rubbed his eyes, "I've only slept for an hour, but I feel like I've slept for a long time. It must be because your bed is too soft. Sleeping on such a soft bed at such a young age is not good for your spine."

As soon as he got up, Yuan Xiao couldn't help but return to the state of the past, and only realized what was wrong after speaking.

The Bai Wenlin in front of him was no longer the one he used to be.

Bai Wenlin put his hands together on the table, "You slept for twenty-five hours." He also watched for twenty-five hours without closing his eyes. He had to practice the piano every day, but he was afraid that Yuan Xiao would be disturbed to sleep. So I didn't practice.

Lantern couldn't hear what he was saying, so he couldn't help turning his right ear to him, "Are you sleeping?"

"Sleep."

Yuan Xiao saw that his eyes were a little red, his beard was not shaved, and he looked a little dejected, which was different from the neat pianist he saw on the stage the day before yesterday.

Bai Wenlin stood up, "I'll make you breakfast, what to eat?"

Yuan Xiao fell to the ground barefoot, "Come on, you go to practice the piano." Bai Wenlin's hand, but the most valuable hand in the world, has been described as "the finger kissed by God" in the international music circle. He used to make black tea for himself. Forget it, how dare this Yuan Xiao now. He also wanted to kiss those hands.

He is not very good at using Bai Wenlin's high-tech kitchen. After trying it for a long time, he found that it is voice-controlled. He beats the egg on top, and says that it is as rare as it needs to be cooked, and he will remind you to turn it over.

"This kitchen is nice." He studied curiously for a while.

At five or six o'clock in the sky over New York, Bo Xiao gradually appeared in the sky.

In the sunrise, Bai Wenlin played the first movement of Beethoven's "Moonlight" Sonata, which was counterpointed in the bass part, and then developed into the fourth fugue, followed by the second movement of the "Sad" Sonata , which then transitions into Chrysler's Love Sorrow, and finally, back to Beethoven, completely improvised, absolutely

And what he played was Yuan Xiao's love. Because he is not talented enough, it takes a long time for him to practice a piece of music, and these plus a few pieces are all the pieces that Lantern Festival can memorize. Bai Wenlin is a pianist who never plays Beethoven. The whole world knows that he never plays Beethoven, nor does he hear that he only plays Beethoven at certain times.

For example, when arguing with Lantern Festival, if you want to make him happy, playing Beethoven is a trick.

Music seems to have become another language, and it flows into Yuan Xiao's heart under the slowly turning golden sunrise.

The two sat face to face at the dining table for breakfast, and Yuan Xiao suddenly said, "How did you recognize me?"

"news."

"I'm on TV." Yuan Xiao looked desperate.

"Ok."

Yuan Xiao said, "You can recognize me just by watching the news"

Bai Wenlin nodded again and stared at him, "I won't forget it." Maybe Yuan Xiao couldn't remember, he often said some strange things, when he was about to die, he asked Bai Wenlin to take him to Hulunbuir, saying that it was his hometown.

Yuan Xiao asked again, "Then do you remember where we first met?"

"Remember," Bai Wenlin spread his perfect soft-hearted egg and raised his head, "Emma Hospital."

Yuanxiao ""

He involuntarily turned his right ear, "You actually remember that time." He obviously didn't believe it, Bai Wenlin was only eight years old at that time, and it was only a one-sided relationship.

That was the first day he traveled to twenty-two years ago.

Yuan Xiao started from the beginning, "The 729 air disaster was the flight I took. In fact, it was not the sudden change in the weather that the airline said, but because of the meteor shower, the wing was hit by a meteorite."

1997, Emma Hospital, Hong Kong.

"President Song's nephew, I heard that going to the United States to match the heart failed, and he fell into a coma on the plane back to China."

"It's the one inside." The two nurses whispered gossip outside the closed door of the ward.

"Yes, that is, he was probably stimulated, and his brain was broken, so he said that he was not Young Master Luo, and that he came from 2019."

The nurse was a little embarrassed.

Luo Yuanxiao is the nephew of the director of Emma Hospital. The Luo family is a rich man, and Luo Yuanxiao is the only son of Chairman Luo, who is the head of the Luo family, and suffers from congenital heart disease.

In the ward, including the dean, more than a dozen experts finished the consultation with Yuan Xiao and walked out of the ward one by one. Judging from their expressions, it seems that the patient's condition is not good.

The expert left, and only the dean, the uncle of "Luo Yuanxiao", stayed.

He sat beside the hospital bed and sighed, "Full, your parents are on the way here. You will definitely recover a little when you see them."

Man Man is also Young Master Luo's nickname.

Yuan Xiao closed his eyelids and had no energy to reiterate that he had mistaken the person again.

He almost figured it out.

Doctor Fang Cai asked him, "Do you know what time and year it is?"

Yuan Xiao had just woken up at the time, and his mind was still reverberating with the meteor shower on the plane. The meteorite hit the wing, set fire to the plane, and crashed.

Thinking he was rescued, he showed the expression of the rest of his life. After answering honestly, the doctor corrected him in broken Mandarin, "It's not yet the 21st century, it's 1997."

Doctor "Do you remember who you are and how old you are?"

"My name is Luo Yuanxiao, I'm eighteen years old."

Doctor "That's right, do you still think you are from the future?"

It was the first time Yuan Xiao experienced what it was like to have a heart attack. When he tried to emphasize that he was not the eldest young master they said, he fell ill.

"I'm really not" Yuan Xiao's heart was full of unexplainable anger. In this rush, he immediately felt a piercing pain, his whole body strength was instantly drained, his face was pale, and he fell onto the hospital bed clutching his heart.

"Full" Dean Song immediately pressed the nurse bell, quickly poured out a few medicines from a small medicine bottle, and fed them into his mouth.

After swallowing the medicine and water, Yuan Xiao slowly felt his heart relax. For the first time in his life, he experienced the feeling that his life was hanging by a thread.

"I told you, you can't be in a hurry, you have to learn to adjust." Dean Song's eyebrows were stained with sadness.

What is sighing is that Luo Yuanxiao didn't live long. He was diagnosed with not being able to live to eighteen since he was born, so he was so anxious to take him to the United States to match. However, because the blood type is too rare, he has not found a suitable one so far, thinking that his life will not be long.

But just now, he checked his body and found out that he was not that bad and could live for a few more years.

Yuan Xiao stared at the brand-new year of 1997 and his utterly bad physical condition for a long time. For a long while, he couldn't think of a reason, and he didn't take Dean Song's words to heart, put on his shoes, and walked out of the ward.

The inpatient department building of Emma Hospital is seven stories high, the sixth floor is the administration department, and the seventh floor is the ward. These wards are reserved for some special people.

Yuan Xiao didn't see the nurse in the corridor, so he went downstairs from the stairwell. He didn't dare to walk fast. Now his body is too weak, and he can clearly feel that this is indeed not his original body. He was panting as he went downstairs, and seemed extremely tired. And before, he never did.

He lived in the grasslands when he was young, and grew up drinking goat milk, so he was too strong.

I walked slowly to the first floor, and as soon as I got to the lobby, I bumped into a few medical staff pushing a medical cart and rushing in, shouting in Cantonese "Let me go, give me a go"

Yuan Xiao avoided the past, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a child who was tiptoeing at the window to take medicine. Her hair was curly, her skin was snow-white, and her eyes were blue. So beautiful, you can tell they are mixed race at a glance.

There are many beautiful children in Hong Kong.

She took the medicine out and looked around as if she didn't know where to go. She looked white and pure, like Yuan Xiao's favorite lamb.

Living on the grasslands, his only friends are sheep.

In a blink of an eye, the little lamb disappeared.

He stepped out.

The accident happened just when he just went out, and he saw a flower in front of his eyes, and he caught a glimpse of something huge falling from above.

Only heard a dull loud bang.

At the entrance of the hospital, most people come and go. At this moment, it was silent for a few seconds. Yuan Xiao's face was hot, as if something had splashed on his face. A spinning top turned to his feet and stopped slowly.

He stared at the corpse at his feet, his mind went blank, and screams and howls suddenly came from his ears.

Yuan Xiao saw the child beside him. The medicines in her arms were scattered all over the place, and saw her wide-eyed, frightened, and staring blankly at the corpse on the ground.

Without thinking, he directly covered the child's eyes. Feeling a wetness in the palm of his hand, Yuan Xiao's voice trembled slightly, "Don't look."

Yuan Xiao reached out and wiped the coffee that accidentally dripped on the marble bar, as if it was an ochre-colored tear, and said, "I didn't even know that girl was you at that time, and I thought to myself, you must be frightened, you can't Let you see such a terrible thing." He looked up, Bai Wenlin's hair was not as long as it used to be, and the curly hair was cut quite short, revealing a deep outline similar to when he was a child, but it would never make people mistake his gender, and thick eyebrows. Below is a pair of deep blue eyes, which appear clear and deep in the sunlight.

He is no longer the "little lamb" in Yuan Xiao's heart.

"What about the second time?" Bai Wenlin asked.

"Second time" Yuan Xiao showed a look of "everyone knows it", "Three years later, I noticed you in a piano shop in Qingdao, and you lay on your back on the glass window. But I still didn't recognize it, I saw it accidentally. You were commanding on the street, and it dawned on me."

He acted like a conductor. That's Albert's Secret.

The situation seemed to be in sight. Outside the corner fruit shop where people come and go, the little boy's hands are waving in the air. He stands in the wind, his eyes are tightly closed, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised.

In the eyes of other people, it must be that this child is strange, closing his eyes and waving something. But Yuan Xiao's eyes narrowed.

He had heard of this training method.

In one of the few interviews with Albert Royce, he mentioned the past: "I didn't practice the piano when I was a child. At that time, I would go outside, go to places with many people, and learn to conduct like Karajan and Seiji Ozawa. The sound of musical instruments is the symphony of nature.”

The reporter who interviewed him laughed, "It sounds like a good idea, but why don't you practice the piano?"

"There is no piano at home," he said.

The reporter laughed when he was humorous.

Who doesn't know, Albert William Royce's father is a Forbes rich man.

It was only then that Yuan Xiao was surprised to notice that although that face was beautiful and stunning, he could also see the noble and heroic aura that he was incompatible with this place.

Bai Wenlin stirred the coffee in the mug and affirmed, "You are my fan."

Yuanxiao ""

The atmosphere between the two has eased a lot, and the feeling that made Yuan Xiao inexplicably nervous yesterday seems to have dissipated a little. This may be because the Satan-like ruthless male god has talked to him a lot, and vaguely carried the feeling of the past, which made him relax a lot.

Hearing Bai Wenlin's straightforward words, he felt a little embarrassed, and his ears turned red, "Yeah, I'm a very loyal fan of yours. Anyone who likes music will like you." He was afraid that Bai Wenlin would like you. Misunderstood that he had ulterior motives to approach him, and explained embarrassingly, "But I just liked you at the time, and you liked the piano. I couldn't just watch the genius and ignore it."

"I know." Who is Yuan Xiao? How could Bai Wenlin not know who they have been together for so long. The phrase "because I like you" made him smile suddenly, but the smile was very light. If he hadn't been looking at him, Yuan Xiao might not have noticed that he seemed to smile.

The warm feeling that melted the winter snow came back in an instant.

Yuan Xiao took a sip of coffee and heard Bai Wenlin say, "You like me, so you bought my vinyl."

With a trembling of his hands, the coffee almost spilled.”

"The zipper of your schoolbag is broken, and the contents fell out." Bai Wenlin looked straight at him, "You are only eighteen years old, and you are still in college."

"Ok"

Yuan Xiao's university is a top-ranked film school in China. He took the recording department and majored in film recording. He specializes in making soundtracks for films, animations or TV dramas. Those memories that seemed to be a long, long time ago were gradually recalled.

Bai Wenlin seemed to have endured it for a long time and finally couldn't control it. He raised his hand and gently stroked the other person's cheek. Little by little, he carefully described his facial features. Yuan Xiao felt a little uncomfortable, and just as he wanted to hide, he heard Bai Wenlin say, "Don't move." His thumb stroked his eyebrows as lightly as a feather like a string of super weak notes. There were mixed emotions in his eyes when he did this.

Then, he brushed away the tableware in front of him, crossed the bar, and bowed his head slightly.

Yuan Xiao held his breath and looked up at him.

Bai Wenlin bent down and carefully pressed his side face to his heart. He wanted to do this yesterday and wanted to listen to his heartbeat.

Yuan Xiao stiffened and didn't dare to move. Bai Wenlin used to do this often, so let's hear if his heart is okay. But it used to be before, and now it's a big difference. He even stopped breathing.

Bai Wenlin listened for a while, then hugged him deeply with his arms, buried his breath in his neck as before, closed his eyes and said, "Yuan Xiao, you promise me. You can't leave me this time. You Let’s continue learning the piano, I’ll write you a letter of recommendation for which school you want to go to, Curtis or Julia, not they only accept minors, what about Eastman?” He finalized and stood up for a while, “Just Eastman. , that's the best."

The relationship between them seemed to be completely reversed, Yuan Xiao couldn't help thinking, is this how a child feels when he grows up? And Bai Wenlin's mouth makes people ecstatic just hearing the name The name of the college did not arouse any "happy" emotions in Yuan Xiao.

"I can't learn." His voice was a little hesitant, and he looked up at Bai Wenlin whose face was reflected in the early morning sunlight, as if his whole body was glowing.

"I can't seem to hear." He pointed to his left ear and smiled at him again.