Yuan Xiao felt ashamed in an instant, and said that he would not call my brother, and I accepted it. After all, he is too embarrassed to ask for it in this situation. Bai Wenlin is taller than him, stronger than him, and older than him, but what is the name of the little prince?

He stood up quickly, stepped out of the bathtub, put on his bathrobe and said, "I'm almost there, do you want to continue?"

Bai Wenlin couldn't say anything, so he stood up, "I'm going to rush."

Before Yuan Xiao went out, he saw that he took off his swimming trunks and walked into the shower with his slender and strong legs.

He didn't look much, turned around and went out, but he couldn't help sighing at the injustice of God, he gave all the best to Bai Wenlin, this is a perfect man.

Taking off the hearing aid, Yuan Xiao lay on the bed. After a while, Bai Wenlin came out and got on the bed from the other side. He left a lamp, Yuan Xiao was afraid of the dark, he knew.

Yuan Xiao still didn't feel right, and moved to the edge. He mentioned it two days ago, saying that he would sleep on the sofa, Bai Wenlin would not allow him, and looked at Yuan Xiao's eyes showing a bit of depression, "I want to open my eyes and see you, okay?"

These words moved Yuan Xiao instantly, and the awkwardness and persistence in his heart instantly fed the dog. After so many years of death, Bai Wenlin still remembers his goodness, which shows that he did not hurt him in vain.

Fortunately, the beds are big enough that they won't touch each other.

Speaking of which, it's not that they never slept in the same bed. When Bai Wenlin was fourteen years old, he lost his last relative. Yuan Xiao took him home.

But the child who likes to get into his bed, likes to hold him and depend on him, is not Bai Wenlin. To be precise, it is not his personality, but another personality. As for Bai Wenlin, he is an independent child and never takes the initiative to hug him. He is gentle, polite, and extremely smart. Everyone likes such a child.

Early in the morning, Yuan Xiao got up, put on a hearing aid, and heard Bai Wenlin talking on the phone on the treadmill.

"Reject the White House, I won't go next month."

He was wearing a bluetooth headset, panting slightly, "No, I won't be performing publicly this year."

"It's not a hand problem, no injuries."

"There is no need to refuse the Vienna New Year's Concert for the time being."

His vest was wet with sweat, and the outline of his muscles was outlined. "The London side also pushed. I know they made an appointment the year before, so let's push it to next year."

He has received too many invitations, but he has very few places for public performances. Although he is not only an excellent pianist in the world, he can indeed be called the best, the youngest, and the youngest. Popular he has the face of a Hollywood superstar.

The reason why he performs very little is because there are too many commercial performances, which will interfere with the purity of the playing. Many pianists understand this principle, but they are different from Bai Wenlin in that most of them are signed to record companies and brokerage companies, and the company will arrange various performances for them, which is impossible to refuse. However, working with different orchestras and different conductors is also a good way of training, but not too much.

Yuan Xiao listened to him like a dream.

Bai Wenlin found him and paused the treadmill "talk back."

He hung up the phone "why don't you sleep for a while"

"Wake up when you wake up." He was probably a little reluctant because he was going back to China, and cherished the time he spent with Bai Wenlin.

He feels like he hasn't woken up yet "Did you just reject the White House or did I hear it wrong"

Bai Wenlin came over, "I don't like Trump."

Yuanxiao ""

He is tall and looks down in front of Yuan Xiao. "Mr. President obviously doesn't appreciate me very much." The White House invited him, but it was just a routine. Last year, Trump yawned when he heard him play Bach. He remembered.

Yuan Xiao took a cup of hot water, raised his head in shock and said, "You're not going now"

He drank water subconsciously, Bai Wenlin had no time to stop "Be careful, it's hot"

Yuan Xiao was so hot that he bowed his head and spit the water back into the cup, and immediately turned his head and rushed to the bathroom to rinse with cold water.

"I'll see if the blistering, does it hurt?"

“It's hot and spicy”

Bai Wenlin pinched his chin, "stick out your tongue."

Yuan Xiao was a little embarrassed, "It's okay, I'll take some vitamin B."

"It's for ulcers," he said earnestly. "Put it out for me to see."

Yuan Xiao had to stick out his tongue a little bit, blushed a little, and said vaguely, "Then if you reject the White House, will Trump scold you on Twitter?"

"Maybe, uh," he bowed his head slightly, looked intently, and his eyes were deep, "Fortunately, it didn't blister. Next time, don't be in such a hurry to drink water. It's not the first time you've burned your tongue, idiot."

Yuanxiao ""

Bai Wenlin practiced the qin for a while and asked him to come over, "We play with four hands."

Yuan Xiao was simply frightened, "but my ears"

"Yuan Xiao, come here."

Yuan Xiao had to sit next to him. The piano bench was not very long, and the two men had to sit together. Bai Wenlin said, "You just can't hear with one ear temporarily, it doesn't mean it will always be like this, you will get better."

Yuan Xiao nodded, "play what?"

Gentleman Bai Wenlin said, "You start."

He is not familiar with the sheet music here. And Yuan Xiao was so skilled that he could play from memory, and he could count with ten fingers. After thinking for a moment, he put his hand up.

Yuan Xiao spent his childhood in the grasslands. He just came to the Han ethnicity to study, and he was a little out of place. His classmates said he was savage. After the fight at school, the teacher called his parents and thought he had ADHD.

In order to make him quieter, he was sent to learn the piano.

He was eight years old at that time, and the teacher was very strict. He actually learned the old-fashioned way of Clementi, putting coins on the backs of students' hands. He was not allowed to drop the coins when he was playing, and if they dropped them, they had to start all over again. Because he liked it, he practiced hard, and later he was admitted to a good music school, which is enough to prove that he still has a certain talent. And after being surrounded by young Bai Wenlin for so many years, he should have made some progress.

Just as he uttered the first sound, Bai Wenlin immediately recognized it and quickly followed.

Schubert's Serenade.

This is the song that Yuan Xiao is most familiar with. Back then, when he saw a beautiful child with brown hair and blue eyes lying on his back at the piano shop, this is the song he played. Bai Wenlin likes to change the rhythm, but in order to accommodate Yuan Xiao, he is happy to follow his tune completely.

However, Yuan Xiao seemed to have completely lost that sense of dexterity because of his hearing loss. He also realized the problem and stopped after playing a few phrases, "I don't think I can do it."

Hearing damage is not the biggest problem. The biggest problem is that it affects his psychology. He feels that he is not good enough and can't play like he used to. Because he cares so much, he finds his music more and more harsh.

"Yuan Xiao, you taught me to be gentle." Bai Wenlin put his hand over and put it on the back of his hand, "I play with you like I did before, don't be afraid, you play with your right hand, and I will play with your left. "He held Yuan Xiao's right hand, and could not help but play out one after another, "Let's play like this, can you step on the pedal?"

Yuan Xiao was completely unaware of rejection, and with bitterness in his heart, he could only follow Bai Wenlin.

The gentle sound of the piano permeated the windows, melodiously flowing through Times Square like running water.

This way of playing the piano, although he did not take any credit for himself, made Yuan Xiao very happy, and Bai Wenlin was obviously enjoying it. On this day, time seemed to go back to an afternoon many years ago, when Yuan Xiao was already blind, and Bai Wenlin's musical accomplishments had long reached the point where he had to look up.

Yuan Xiao sat in front of the piano with a very textbook attitude. But he couldn't see it at all, and he was disheartened and didn't dare to touch the piano, because the sound would be a mess when touched. Bai Wenlin was very gentle and patient, he would hug him from behind, put both hands on the backs of his hands, tell him which note is there, and just play it like that. His fingers, under the control of Bai Wenlin, made an unbelievably beautiful sound.

For a long time, Yuan Xiao lived like this. Although he was blind, his progress was much greater than when he could see it.

He couldn't see, but he could hear. He completely mobilized his auditory senses to touch the keys. The sound of his touch keys was obviously approaching Bai Wenlin's direction, and the sense of sound was greatly improved, but now

He touched his ears involuntarily.

In the evening, Yuan Xiao took off his hearing aid and got into bed. Lying on his side on the pillow, "Wen Lin, I'm going back to China tomorrow."

He was afraid of the dark, so the room never completely turned off the lights. In the year he was blind, his claustrophobia reached its peak, and he didn't dare to sleep alone at night, otherwise he would be afraid.

Under the dim light, he saw that Bai Wenlin was also facing his own face, his face was getting colder, his long eyelashes were hanging down slightly, he didn't speak for a long time, just looked at himself.

Yuan Xiao was inexplicably afraid, and said softly, "I encountered a plane crash, my parents are very worried about me, and I have to go to school next month."

After a long time, Bai Wenlin said in a low voice, "Can you stay by my side once?"

"You have grown up, you are so successful, you have everything, do you know how many people worship you?" Bai Wenlin didn't need him at all.

"You also worship me, but you don't want to stay for me." He lowered his eyes.

Yuan Xiao and his brain circuits don't seem to be on the same channel, "If you miss me, you can call, and I can watch your performance during my vacation. Maybe I can ask you to reserve a front row for me. seat." He smiled.

"This is different." His hand suddenly came out and grabbed Yuan Xiao's wrist. There seemed to be deep pain hidden between his brows and eyes, and his tone became strong, "Yuan Xiao, I only became a pianist by listening to you. ."

Yuan Xiao's eyes widened, "Where did you listen to me, I told you not to touch cigars in the future, you haven't touched it yet"

Bai Wenlin ""

Introduced in Time magazine, the male god Albert Royce was inspired by doughnuts and hot chocolate. At the same time, he also said that he smoked a lot of cigars, and this "a lot" must be a lot. At that time, Yuan Xiao felt that he would not live long, and repeatedly warned, "You can't touch cigars, cigarettes, and those messy and unclean things in the future."

At that time, Bai Wenlin also promised well.

"Enough." He raised the topic, his eyes were heavy, "You don't want to stay for me, what about him?"

Yuan Xiao took a while to realize that the "he" in his mouth was referring to another personality, Albert.

"Aren't you two the same?"

"We are different." He said irritably, his fingers tightened around Yuan Xiao's wrist, and his tone became dangerous, "If you like him more, then I will call that rabies out."

Yuan Xiao "" His heart skipped a beat. It is undeniable that he really misses Al, but no matter how long his reflex arc is in this situation, he should realize that these two personalities are not compatible at all, otherwise, how could Bai Wenlin call Al a rabies?

"Wen Lin, don't say that, that's another personality of yours. In essence, he is you. I don't prefer anyone else. You are important, and Kuang Al is also very important." He said incoherently.

Bai Wenlin stared at him, as if he never lied to him, and even a well-intentioned deception was difficult with a very helpless character.

Yuan Xiao lowered his head and said, "You can really call him out."

"No." After a while, he let go of Yuan Xiao, "Good night."

Yuan Xiao was not blind at that time, and the problem with his eyes was because Bai Wenlin was seventeen years old. Not only his eyes, but also congenital heart disease caused him to have big and small problems.

And when Bai Wenlin was fourteen years old, Yuan Xiao had been his "teacher" for three years. Seriously speaking, Bai Wenlin didn't need him to teach at all, saying that he was his teacher, and he was putting money on his face.

During the New Year's Day, the Luo family's parents were free at the same time and flew to Qingdao to see their son.

The human heart is fleshy. After Yuan Xiao had a certain relationship with them, he didn't always use the attitude of "we don't know well" to hurt people unconsciously like when he first wore it. He prepared New Year's gifts for the couple and played Ode to Joy for them on New Year's Eve.

It's just that they were too busy and left within a few days.

The house was empty, and Bai Wenlin never came. There was no telephone at Wenlin's house, so Yuan Xiao had no other way to contact him except to go to the door in person, so he brought a few books that Chairman Luo brought back from abroad to see Bai Wenlin. An error occurred, please refresh and try again