Everest

"Have you ever heard the cello?" Shen Biwen asked.

Most of his voice was covered by the music in the earphones, and it became very faint when it reached the ears, but Geng Aiqing still heard it.

"I've never heard of it." Geng Aiqing said honestly, "I haven't been interested in these things since I was a child, the cello... I just know it's an instrument!"

Shen Biwen laughed a few times: "Then this is the first time you listen to it? Is it good?"

Geng Aiqing was silent for a while, carefully feeling the deep and hoarse sound of the cello, and pondered for a while: "Is it okay...? Is this the sound of the cello?"

"Mostly." Shen Biwen explained, "There are also some other styles, but I don't have them here. Don't you like them?"

In fact, it is impossible to say whether he likes it or not. Geng Aiqing has no musical talent since he was a child. His mother even turned him away to learn the piano when he was a child. Unfortunately, in the second class, he abducted a young lady who was two years older than him. After class, when I was found, the two half-year-old children were sitting in KFC and eating chicken legs calmly... Later, when he was a little older, he chased the black ghost hip-hop for a while. Cool, plus he started playing extreme sports after that, and usually listened to some more exciting songs. He didn't listen to much of this type of classical music at all.

"It's okay." Geng Aiqing inexplicably felt that Shen Biwen's tone was a little nervous, and added, "I think it sounds good, just..."

"What is it?"

"It's just a little sad, it feels like there is a story in this song." Geng Aiqing thought for a while and added, "It feels like every song is!"

Shen Biwen gave a short laugh: "It's like this, it seems that you prefer to be more cheerful?"

"Yeah, this kind of music is so sad! I usually listen to that kind of music... Have you heard of the 'peel a coconut'?" Geng Aiqing got excited, and learned a sentence in a decent way, Too bad it's out of tune.

"Hahaha..." Shen Biwen laughed.

Geng Aiqing couldn't hold back his smile, and muttered: "If it wasn't for my phone not being able to turn on, I would have listened to the original version for you!"

The two of them just chatted one after another, from the story of the famous cello to Geng Aiqing's mountaineering experience for several hours, the sound of the cello as the background sound has been lingering in the ears of the two of them, it seems that no one It seems that no one has said anything, the distance between the two is getting closer and closer, and they are almost face to face.

In the end, I don't know who started it first, and I don't know whose lips touched the other first. Some kind of suppressed emotion burst out in the suddenly intensified vibrato of the cello. The two of them were entangled like wild beasts. Geng Aiqing tried hard to open his eyes, he wanted to see clearly Shen Biwen's appearance, see clearly the tumbling emotion in Shen Biwen's eyes, and wondered whether Shen Biwen really had a different feeling for him as he thought Feelings, but the darkness covers everything.

In the darkness, they could only hear the other party's suppressed panting and low-pitched murmurs. As for what they said specifically, no one bothered to delve into it. It's just that the only thing that Geng Aiqing couldn't understand was that at the end he vented his anger. The moment he came out, Shen Biwen kept saying sorry repeatedly.

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Shen Biwen knew that he shouldn't do this, he clearly knew that there would be no good results if he did this, he should stay away from Geng Aiqing, and he should have thrown him directly into Lin Sheng's or anyone's tent last night , he should refuse Geng Aiqing's approach, reject his hesitant heart, instead of wantonly biting his face, his neck, his arms... the feeling of skin touching like a wild beast like now Like a poison, Shen Biwen couldn't stop...

In the end, he even wondered a little desperately, whether his long-term loneliness made him so yearn for companionship, love, and a taste of love before death in his last days.

But this is too unfair to Geng Aiqing.