Yuan Xiao burned out the next day, and he went home after not staying in the crew for long.

Bai Wenlin couldn't walk on his own, so he had to be supported. He originally planned to see Yuan Xiao again when he could walk down the ground, but he didn't expect to hear a dangerous noise when he was on the phone with Yuan Xiao, so he hurried over before he could get better.

When he got home, Yuan Xiao made an appointment with him for three chapters: "I have removed all the surveillance cameras, and you are not allowed to install them again."

Bai Wenlin didn't argue with him about this, and agreed.

He noticed that the rest of the house had not changed, except for the position of the piano: "Why did this move here?"

The living room of the villa is seven meters high. Originally, there was only a large piece of furniture, a grand piano. Now it has been replaced, so the hall is completely empty, and a few plaster and ceramic works of art are placed alone.

Yuan Xiao did not answer this question.

In fact, he didn't even go to the hall where the piano used to be, just because standing there, the image of Al falling in a pool of blood would be repeated in front of his eyes again and again.

Seeing Yuan Xiao's silence, the smile on Bai Wenlin's face faded. He pushed the wheelchair forward, and said solemnly, "He almost killed me. If it wasn't for my fate, I would have died."

Yuan Xiao pursed his lips, he didn't dare to ask, he didn't expect that Bai Wenlin would take the initiative to mention it.

"I know what you want to ask." He stretched out his hand, took Yuan Xiao's hand, and looked at him, "I don't know the answer to this question." Modern medicine has not been able to detect the existence of his other personalities with instruments. or not.

In the past many years, he has been fighting against this sub-personality, and has developed a wristband to detect his life activities. By detecting the different brain fluctuations, activity trajectories, and habits of the other personality and his, he can determine who controls the body. a personality.

But when he just woke up, there is no way to confirm this. Even during the year of being in a coma, their consciousness has been fighting for control of the body. His sub-personality really wants to kill him, but In the end, it was Bai Wenlin who woke up. Bai Wenlin wanted to tell Yuan Xiao that he was dead, but Yuan Xiao would be sad.

Yuan Xiao is like this, he can't feel the same way with himself, just because his "cub" is very important to him, and he never thought about what it is to him.

This time, Yuan Xiao was completely silent, his eyes were lowered and he didn't say a word. Until Bai Wenlin slowly stood up and put his hand on his shoulder: "I still can't walk by myself, Yuan Xiao, please help me."

He seldom showed weakness like this, which made Yuan Xiao feel indescribably uncomfortable.

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Bai Wenlin's legs can now go to the ground. The doctor's intention is that he needs to walk more for rehabilitation, and he will recover soon. After all, his legs have no old injuries.

With one hand supporting the handrail of the stairs, Yuan Xiao took most of the weight of Bai Wenlin's body and slowly helped him up.

Yuan Xiao couldn't hold him, and Bai Wenlin didn't let other people take care of him. He did leg and hand rehabilitation in the afternoon, and lay in bed at night. Yuan Xiao took out a warm towel and wiped it gently. wiped his face.

Rao is still unable to fully control half of his body, Bai Wenlin is still restless, kissing the back of Yuan Xiao's hand in this posture, those blue eyes that are always deep and charming, are looking at Yuan Xiao persistently.

He kissed up along the back of his hand, and when he reached his neck, Yuan Xiao couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Wen Lin, you're already like this, but..."

"The legs haven't recovered yet, the waist can still move." He couldn't help but pull Yuan Xiao onto the bed, took off his clothes, kissed his whole body, pressed the ribs on his waist, and said in a distressed hoarse voice, "You Thin."

It used to have flesh and thin muscles, but now it's skin and bones, and it feels like a slap in the face.

Yuan Xiao turned his head, touched his cheek, and smiled slightly: "You have lost weight too."

"I've been in a vegetative state for a year." Bai Wenlin explained, his eyes swept across Yuan Xiao's face, his kiss was cautious and fiery, and every time it passed, a series of electric currents would flow through Yuan Xiao numbly. Xiao's heart. So Yuan Xiao closed his eyes, his body was responsive, and he also felt in his heart, he loved Bai Wenlin.

It was about a year of abstinence, which made Bai Wenlin a little crazy. In fact, his movements were very gentle, and every stroke was firm and heavy. He was familiar with Yuan Xiao's body, and it quickly made him sink.

The moisture in Yuan Xiao's eyes slid down his cheeks slowly, smearing into the hair on his temples, Bai Wenlin kissed his ears, took off his hearing aids, and frowned slightly: "Why did you change the hearing aids?"

From the invisible hearing aid the size of a soy bean to the one that hangs on the ear, it is more obvious - but it was blocked by Yuan Xiao's slightly longer hair.

Yuan Xiao answered intermittently: "I lost one, and the other is a little bit broken... I will replace it." This new function is not as much as before, and the sound is very mixed and noisy when wearing headphones. The difference is particularly pronounced.

It's not that Yuan Xiao has no money. He makes a lot of money making music, and most of it is given to his family.

His words stabbed Bai Wenlin's heart, it hurt for a while, and said, "I'll change it in two days." In fact, Bai Wenlin used to like to take off his hearing aids and put it in his ear to talk love, Yuan Xiao said. Always showing shyness that he doesn't understand, because he seems to have heard it, but he doesn't seem to hear it.

Bai Wenlin covered one of his ears, lowered his head, leaned over his left ear and said something, Yuan Xiao showed a somewhat dazed expression, and stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling.

Letting go of his ears, Bai Wenlin asked, "Did you hear me?"

Yuan Xiao shook his head.

"It's fine if you don't hear it." Bai Wenlin whispered.

While Bai Wenlin was burying his head, Yuan Xiao turned his head sideways and buried it deeply into the pillow. He seemed to...heard what Bai Wenlin was saying just now.

Yuan Xiao felt that he couldn't breathe, and his tears wet the pillow. Bai Wenlin heard him sobbing, pulled his chin and asked him what was wrong.

Yuan Xiao said it hurt.

Bai Wenlin said softly, "Okay, I'll take it easy."

Sweaty hugged each other, Bai Wenlin felt an unprecedented great satisfaction, Yuan Xiao still closed his eyes, the blush on his face had not subsided, he pressed down again, pressed his lips and said, "Yuan Xiao, Only with you can I be happy."

His body recovered very quickly, his legs could walk on his own, and he hadn't touched the fingers of the piano for a year, and he didn't see much in his unfamiliar, superb and perfect skills, but there was a slight difference. The tone is amazingly clear and clear, the left hand seems to have a brain that belongs to it, and the music exudes vitality.

When Yuan Xiao stood by and listened, it was quite incredible. How could someone who has not touched the piano for more than a year still play so well, even better than before?

His music conveys a message, a dominant sadness. Bai Wenlin’s emotions can enter Yuanxiao’s tonsils through music, which is part of the brain—music even replaces language, telling Yuan Xiao, what is he thinking.

Yuan Xiao really felt it, and listened to it for a long time.

He remembered that he still had Bai Wenlin's manuscript here, and mentioned it: "You never let me know about your composition, I didn't know you wrote so much."

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Bai Wenlin said calmly, "You make music in the studio, and I'm also composing outside." In fact, their hours are the same. Yuan Xiao spends several hours on his work, while Bai Wenlin works at least eight hours a day. hours of piano practice.

Except for this period of time, the rest of the time, they belong to each other.

"I put away all your manuscripts, wait, I'll find them now." Yuan Xiao climbed up to the attic, where there are some videotapes, Bai Wenlin's manuscripts, and his own manuscripts. A thick stack of notebooks to record some rambling inspiration.

Yuan Xiao squatted down and found the waterproof document bag. At this moment, he heard Bai Wenlin climbing up the ladder, and the floor of the attic was shaking slightly.

"I found it!"

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Immediately following, there was a loud bang, Yuan Xiao turned his head and saw Bai Wenlin covering his head and bending slightly, his face showing a trace of pain and a bit of daze, in Yuan Xiao's eyes, it was as if Even Bai Wenlin himself didn't know why he bumped his head.