XNUM X night

It's actually violin strings

Sang Yintian's car parked on this small road for a long time, so long that Ye Siran felt a little suffocated in this closed environment.He subconsciously opened the car window and stretched out his slender fingers.If the wind has a shape, it must be like the wings of a white dove, passing through Ye Siran's fingers, and finally pounced into his warm chest.

Ye Siran didn't expect that Sang Yintian's intuition would be so accurate.He had no defense at all.

"I……"

"It's okay, if you find it too difficult to speak, you don't have to say it." Sang Yintian felt sorry for exposing other people's scars, "I just feel a little shocked."

"What?" Ye Siran finally turned his head.

"The wound on your wrist before was actually not a knife wound, right?" Sang Yintian raised his voice, although it was a question, but he said it with [-]% certainty.It wasn't a stab wound, it must have been something else.

So Ye Siran, why on earth is this.

Sang Yintian suddenly rolled up his sleeves.On the forearm of his right hand, there was also a long ugly stitched scar, and it looked like it had been a few years old.

"You..." Ye Siran stretched out his hand, and finally put it back.

"Do you still remember the painting knife I often use for painting?" Sang Yintian put down his rolled up sleeves, took a deep breath, and moved back into a more comfortable posture.

"Painting knife?" Ye Siran blinked lightly and nodded, "Well, I remember..." Ye Siran remembered that in Sang Yintian's studio, there were several painting knives, one of which was The handle is stained dark red.Ye Siran always thought that Sang Yintian had accidentally stained with red paint when he was painting.

"So you...the wound on your arm...actually, it was a painting knife..." Ye Siran's eyes widened instantly, he suddenly looked nervous, and his right hand pinched Sang Yintian's wrist very hard.

Ye Siran was indeed a little surprised, and it can even be said that he didn't understand. Obviously, Sang Yintian is a man who pursues the ultimate perfection. Even if there is a slight flaw in the work at the end of the painting, he will choose to redraw it.So how could such a person allow such ugly marks to appear on his body.

"Let me tell you a story." Sang Yintian took out the electronic cigarette from his pocket, closed his eyes and took two puffs.A faint sweet smell spread from the passenger side, and Ye Sizan couldn't help sniffing it.

This taste is somewhat familiar to Ye Siran, sweet with a bit of sour, and a little bit astringent, very much like the snake berries that were planted in the yard at home when I was a child.

"It's about myself." Sang Yintian smiled at Ye Siran.

Sang Yintian was very tired, and his voice was very soft, like the wind blowing, and the clouds in the sky could not be seen or touched.

"it is good."

"Do you know why I stayed in Xicheng?" Sang Yintian asked, but did not give Ye Siran time to respond.He smiled weakly, stretched out his hand and tugged at the small black rubber band on the back of his head, tied the broken hair behind his ears back, and breathed out another puff of white smoke. "Because this is my parents' favorite place. Before I graduated, I always liked to tell them that I would paint every picture and then sell them all so that everyone would know that they are I painted by Sang Yintian, and I will definitely become the best painter."

"I also told them that when I make money in the future, I must buy a villa by the sea in Xicheng. It is best to bring a garden downstairs, which is full of roses of various varieties. There are too many to count. .” When Sang Yintian said this, he smiled.His eyes were bright, as if he had filled the whole galaxy, "But now, I don't have a garden, and I can't buy their favorite villa, I even..."

Even lost them completely.

"Uh..." Ye Siran's heart stopped for half a beat.

"In the summer of my sophomore year, after returning to China, I signed up for Xicheng's painting competition. I probably had better luck than others and won No.1 in the city." Sang Yintian felt his whole body trembling, " Ye Siran, do you know? At that time, I was so happy that I was going crazy."

This joy urgently needs to be shared.So, Sang Yintian took out his mobile phone and made the call.

"My parents are as happy as I am. They said on the phone that there must be a very large studio in the single-family villa in the future." Sang Yintian opened his lips slightly, and the white smoke was released instantly.He turned his head and glanced at Ye Siran, with a helpless expression on his face, "Ye Siran, do you know...that was the last sentence they ever said to me."

Ye Siran didn't know how to speak, the person in front of him was always aggressive, he knew that Sang Yintian would not accept anyone's pity and sympathy.He is obviously such a proud person.

"So uncle and aunt, they..."

"Their car collided with an out-of-town truck at the intersection, and a fire broke out." Sang Yintian's voice became lower and lower.

Ye Siran's heart stopped suddenly, and she was still pinching Sang Yintian's wrist.

"It was too late when I received the call." Sang Yintian suddenly laughed at himself and chuckled, "At that time, I still had a lot of messy paint all over my body, and I even took the paintbrush directly to the hospital. I started to regret whether I chose the wrong path from the beginning."

"It was so wrong that I lost my family forever." Sang Yintian lowered his head, his voice muffled at the neckline. "Later, I received a sum of compensation. After graduating from school, I stayed in Xicheng completely and opened a studio. I met Xiaohan, and you."

Sang Yintian tried to force a smile, but the moment the corner of his lips split, he bit down hard.He cried, tears slid down his cheeks, and fell on the back of Ye Siran's hand with a thud.

The black rose finally cried, like a child who couldn't find a home.

Ye Siran pursed her lips, stretched out her hand and pulled Sang Yintian over, hugging him into his arms.He can't do anything, the only thing he can do is tell Sang Yintian with his hot chest that he is no longer alone.

Sang Yintian was taken aback by Ye Siran.

He hates anyone's touch, but this time, he didn't push Ye Siran away.He thought to himself that the few glasses of red wine he drank at night were indeed harmful, and made him lose his strength and could not resist.But that’s okay, Sang Yintian succeeded. He had thought countless times what it would be like to have physical contact with Ye Siran for the first time, but he never thought that it would be like this today. Way.

It's not romantic at all, unlike his usual style.

"Why... our puppy's heart hurts?" Sang Yintian turned his face sideways, listening to Ye Sizan's sonorous and powerful heartbeat, he couldn't help laughing. "It seems that the story I just told is really not very pleasant. Next time, I will find a better one—"

"Stop talking..." Ye Siran interrupted Sang Yintian suddenly. He raised his head, tightened his arms, and tried hard to rub the person in his arms into his body. "Sang Yintian, stop talking."

It hurts too much.

Ye Siran is just an audience, and Sang Yintian is the protagonist in this story.He smiled and opened all the wounds on his body, and then pretended to be indifferent, telling everyone that he was not in pain, he was not sad, not at all.

Maybe other people will believe it, but Ye Siran won't.

"Hey boy, let go. You're holding me so tight I can't breathe."

"Ah? Oh..." Ye Siran quickly let go of his hand, and scratched his hair with a little embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I... I just felt, felt..."

Ye Siran started to stutter again, looking extremely flustered.

Sang Yintian laughed suddenly. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, then randomly took out two tissues from the paper box next to him, "What do you think?"

"I think you need a hug now." Ye Siran stared seriously at Sang Yintian's eyes, and licked the chapped corner of his mouth, "Although, it's a little late."

"Heh..." Sang Yintian's smile is different from before, and now he is like a broken pink crystal stone with cracks all over his body.

He took a deep breath, squinted his eyes and stretched. "Handsome Ye, if we stop here again, the traffic police uncle will have to chase us with a penalty ticket."

"Oh oh oh..." Ye Sizan coughed twice, the double flash was adjusted to turn right, and he closed the window.

Sang Yintian stuffed the ball of paper in his trouser pocket, turned on the bluetooth of his phone, and picked some light music at random.Soon, Sang Yintian relaxed.He glanced at Ye Siran from the corner of his eye and shrugged.

"I didn't expect you to be able to drive." Sang Yintian laughed twice, twitching the corners of his mouth, "And it looks like you're an old hand."

"I have a driver's license." Ye Siran didn't look back, but stared straight ahead. "I didn't drive very much before. Today is because I didn't expect you to drink so much."

"So you're blaming me?"

"No... I mean, can you..." Ye Siran gently tapped the steering wheel with his index finger, "Can you drink less wine?"

no.Ye Siran wanted to say more than just this insignificant sentence.If he hadn't happened to be here today, Sang Yintian would have locked himself up as before.

"Yes, why can't it?" Sang Yintian came over suddenly, and the smell of snake berries got into Ye Siran's nose in an instant, and it was still as bitter as ever, "How about this, I won't talk to other people in the future. What do you think about drinking and being alone with you?"

"Uh..." With this frivolous and indifferent look again, Sang Yintian's self-protection is really strange.

How could this person's mood change so quickly, so fast that Ye Siran fell into a new round of bombing before he could withdraw from the story just now.Sure enough, all good-looking people are poisonous roses with thorns, which cannot be touched.

The light music in the car has been looped several times, and Sang Yintian seemed to be tired of listening to it, so he tapped the phone screen a few times to directly disconnect the Bluetooth connection.He squinted slightly, looking through the rear view mirror, watching the sycamore trees on both sides of the road keep falling backwards.He was very tired and wanted to close his eyes and have a good sleep, but he was also afraid that Ye Siran would make another emergency stop like before.After much deliberation, Sang Yintian still wanted to persevere and wait until Ye Siran's house to sleep.

So, he started chatting with Ye Siran casually.

"Ye Siran."

"Huh?" Ye Siran didn't look back at all.

"I've told you my story, and in exchange, can you tell me something about yourself?"

"I, I won't tell you... Besides, just now, you obviously wanted to tell me the story just now."

"What?! Hey, you..." Sang Yintian's sleepiness disappeared in an instant, and he was even a little surprised.When did Ye Siran learn to talk back, "I don't care, anyway, I've already told you, you have to say something."

"Uh..." Ye Siran had nothing to do with him, but he didn't want to mention those things in his past.

"Ye Siran." Sang Yintian began to act like a baby, and he gently rubbed Ye Siran's wrist with the tip of his left finger.His hands were a little cold, and Ye Siran couldn't help shivering.

Probably frightened.

"Ye Siran... just tell me a secret." No matter what method he used, Sang Yintian wanted to get something out of Ye Sian's mouth, even a little bit.

"Do not."

"Ye Siran, why are you acting like this kid? We are friends now, and friends need to learn how to separate—oh, it's so sour... What did you give me?"

A piece of fructose was stuffed into Sang Yintian's mouth, which mixed with the smell of snake berries left by the e-cigarette just now.Somewhat strange.

"Poison." Ye Siran suddenly pursed his lower lip, tilted his neck and looked at Sang Yintian.

"Uh..." Sang Yintian shrank back and decided to give up.And this kid is the only guy who doesn't take hard things among so many people he has seen.

After a few more minutes, Ye Siran couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.Passing by an intersection where he needed to wait for the traffic light, he suddenly raised his left hand, revealing the thin, long, slightly hideous scar on his wrist.

Ye Siran's eyes were calm, and she stretched out her hand to gently touch that position.

"Actually... this scar was made with strings."

"What..." Sang Yintian raised his eyes.

"The strings of the violin." Ye Sizan's eyes darkened.

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