Agath

(fourteen)

"Good morning, dear son." Bestella wore a white sports dress, and her long brown hair was tied into a ponytail behind her head. She looked relaxed and casual, full of vigor and vitality like a girl in her 20s .

"Uncle Yeorman cleaned the tennis court yesterday, we are going to play." She raised the tennis racket in Ymir's hand, "You don't want to go, right, Ymir?"

Ymir's eyes were still fixed on the book in his hand, as if he didn't hear her words.

"Good morning, Ymir." The voice was as deep and mellow as ever, and he knew who the speaker was without looking.

Ymir looked over from the corner of his eye, and found that it was very rare for Yeoerman to not follow the old style, but just wearing an ordinary white shirt and a pair of loose white slacks.

"Ah, I used Novice's belt, because his jersey is really too big." Knowing that Ymir was watching him secretly, Yeoerman didn't point it out, but seemed to use the gloved belt casually. He rubbed Ymir's head with his hand.

"So, are you ready?" Yeorman turned around and asked Bestra, pretending not to see Ymir staring at him.

"You can start at any time." Bestella took his arm naturally.

"See you later, Ymir." Yeorman made a gesture of waving.

Ymir sat on the piano bench and opened the piano cover irritably.He froze for a while, then tried to concentrate.The fingertips are jumping on the keys, as if the beautiful elves are dancing gracefully there. The score of "The Third Piano Concerto in C Minor" has been deeply engraved in his mind, so Ymir played it very skillfully.

A pair of black-gloved hands suddenly inserted in, picking up the notes behind.Yeoerman was taken aback by this sudden change, and immediately regained his composure after he saw who was coming.He glanced at Yorman provocatively, and then directly led the song to the first part.

The rhythm suddenly picked up, but Yorman remained calm, and did not show the flurry that Ymir expected.He pushed Ymir with his body, pushed him to the side of the piano bench, and then sat down next to Ymir.

Two hands, one big and one small, shuttled back and forth between the keys, appearing extremely harmonious.Although wearing gloves, this did not affect the dexterity of Yorman's fingers in the slightest.Unwillingly, Ymir sped up the pace a little more, trying to force Yeorman to make a fool of himself, but he still failed to do so.

On the surface, the two were sitting together and playing the piano in a friendly manner, but secretly they fought many times as if they were fighting with swords, but unfortunately, neither of them gained the upper hand.Later, even Ymir had to admit that the other party's piano skills were indeed comparable to his own.The fast-paced playing made him a little troubled, and he gradually became powerless.He took a small breath, turned his head to look at Ymir, and found that the man looked at him meaningfully as usual.For some reason, the scene of Bestella hanging on Yeorman's body and teaching him to play the piano appeared in his mind.Looking at it now, how does this man look like someone who can't play the piano and needs to be taught by others?It was clearly just looking for a chance to get along with Bestella.

It was because of this dazed effort that Ymir forgot to press the following syllable for a while, and Yorman took the lead.His arm circled around Ymir's waist and pressed the note for Ymir.He was so close that Ymir had the illusion of being hugged by him.Yorman's chin protruded from Ymir's shoulder, and his long blond hair hung down and fell on Ymir's neck, tickling him.

"Don't move." Ymir was about to grab it when he heard the other party's low voice coming from his ear.He came to his senses all of a sudden, hurriedly restrained his mind and regained his position on the piano.

At the end of the song, Ymir felt as if he had just returned from a fight.His joints were white with tension, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.In a daze, he seemed to see Yeo Erman leaning over, looking at himself with a half-smile.That handsome face was so close to him, Ymir could even see the thin blue blood vessels on it and the shadow cast by the small fan-like eyelashes under Yeorman's eyelids.At that moment, Ymir even felt that Yeorman wanted to kiss him.He closed his eyes in a panic.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Yeo Erman had already walked away without him noticing.If it wasn't for the slightly wrinkled cushion beside him on the piano bench, he would almost think that he was having a fantastic dream.