XNUM X night

Me and the violin, please don't give up.

Ye Siran scratched the back of her neck casually, and handed the phone back.Although he didn't say anything more, the expression on his face told Sang Yintian that at least he wasn't unhappy.

"What to do, my baby was seen by someone else. To be honest, I'm a little unhappy." Sang Yintian pressed the phone screen to turn off, and finally inserted it diagonally into Ye Siran's trouser pocket.Wei Wei closed her eyes and raised her head, "Brother Xiaoye..."

Ye Siran was hooked by the sudden address, her eyes were a little dazed, and Sang Yintian's beautiful face was reflected in the rising water vapor.Familiar, yet strange.

"Hmm..." Ye Sizan nodded lightly, wrapped his arms around the waist of the person beside him, and moved closer to him.

"Have you figured out how to coax me?" Sang Yintian's bathrobe slid down a bit, exposing his collarbone.And that silver necklace.

The material of this necklace is a bit ordinary, it is a common silver jewelry, and most of the prices are in the middle and lower.But Ye Siran really couldn't guess what this little thing meant... He could feel that this necklace was very important to Sang Yintian, so important that he never left it.

And Sang Yintian is so good, there are many people who like him, even if he has a few ex-boyfriends, it is normal.

but……

Ye Siran's brows were wrinkled together again, his breath was a little more urgent than before, and he still looked at Sang Yintian from the corner of his eye.

"Siran?" Sang Yintian stretched out his hand, and lightly tapped Ye Siran's eyebrows with his fingertips, "Why did you suddenly become dazed again, what are you thinking?"

"No..." Ye Siran's voice was filled with a strong breath, and Sang Yintian subconsciously tightened his lower abdomen.He squeezed Sang Yintian's little finger, and finally brought it to his mouth, and kissed it, "I can coax you how you want me to do."

"I, actually, I was joking." Sang Yintian coughed twice, and withdrew his hand, fearing that he would be pulled into the next bedroom again in the next second. "By the way, I have a present for you."

"Gift?" Ye Sizan shook his head, stretched out his hand to take the half-dried towel, and wiped Sang Yintian's long hair at the temples, "What gift? Today doesn't seem like a special anniversary..."

"An...invitation letter." Sang Yintian finally didn't say the words [Conservatory of Music], his voice was very low, obviously giving gifts is easy, but judging from the expression on his face at this moment Look, the interest is not high.

Ye Siran knew this person so well, he couldn't help laughing, and led Sang Yintian's hand downstairs.

Ye Wanlu left a few hours ago, but the floor lamp in the living room was still on.Once past 0 o'clock, the sky in Xicheng is no longer that lonely dark blue, but extremely deep and quiet black, so dark that it makes people feel depressing.Nuo Da's room was too quiet, only the folds left on the sofa and the invitation letter on the table could prove that someone used to live here.

Invitation card?

Ye Siran narrowed his eyes, and looked back at Sang Yintian. "This is the gift you just said you were going to give me?"

Sang Yintian suddenly felt a little guilty, after all, it wasn't something he prepared by himself, and it would be inappropriate to secretly change the concept.But Ye Wanlu knew that Ye Siran couldn't accept what he had, so he came up with this false wording.Little did they know, Ye Siran had already seen through him.

Sang Yintian turned his head away from Ye Siran's eyes, bent down and reached out to pick up the music school invitation letter on the coffee table. "Um……"

Ye Siran didn't move, just stood there staring at Sang Yintian's eyes.After staring at it for 2 minutes, the person in front of him finally couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and pressed his brow bone. "Actually... your brother asked me to deliver this invitation letter to you."

"I knew it." There was no blame in Ye Siran's tone, on the contrary, the ending sound was raised.

What Ye Wanlu gave him was things that ordinary people would never see in this lifetime, but Ye Siran felt that he couldn't get it, so he had no reason to continue needing it.No matter how attractive that thing is to him.The hand that stopped in the air was retracted again, and he wanted to turn around and leave, but was blocked by Sang Yintian behind him. He was a little curious, but he couldn't bear to lose his temper. "Sangsang, you know my answer."

"Uh..." Sang Yintian blinked lightly, and sat down on the sofa holding Ye Siran's arm.He didn't speak, but turned his head to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows. The gauze curtains were pulled up and naturally hung in the corner.His palms were sweating, he pursed his lips, and looked straight ahead.

Ye Siran didn't know what he was looking at.Sang Yintian's silence was like an abyss with no bottom to him.

He hesitated for two seconds before speaking again. "Would you like to hear a story?"

"Huh?" Sang Yintian didn't turn his head, and put his arms behind his head, lying on Ye Siran's lap, his eyes met his nose, and the two small moles under his eyes. "what story?"

Ye Siran lowered her eyes, and couldn't help but gently covered Sang Yintian's eyelids with her palms, prompting him to close them. "Close your eyes and think about that beach where we met."

The corner of Sang Yintian's mouth tilted up, and he relaxed.He saw the beach, and the sea breeze at night was not raging, it gently brushed his side face and messed up his hair.There is a person sitting on the reef next to him, his back is thin and lonely.

"Tell me, what did you see?"

"I saw that sea...it was too dark, but the moon was very round, illuminating the whole beach." Sang Yintian's lips were slightly parted, and there was a smile in his words. "I also saw the two of us holding hands, stepping barefoot in the white sand. I clamored for you to carry me, but you didn't refuse. But you only ran a few steps with me on your back, and you tripped over something On the ground, fine white sand stuck to our faces, and you fell beside me, smiling at me. Your smile is beautiful, beautiful..."

"Then, I leaned on your shoulder and looked at the sea. I saw the sea turtle that was swept ashore by the tide and was slowly crawling into the sea. I couldn't help but want to help it... You tell me that everything in this world must obey nature According to the law, let it climb back by itself, because the only person in this world who can be relied on is yourself." Sang Yintian's left hand covered the back of Ye Siran's hand, gently rubbing against his smooth skin. "But I didn't listen to your persuasion. I stood up and patted the fine sand off my trouser legs, then walked over and sent him back into the sea. I watched it drift away, without even saying thank you..."

"Then what?" Ye Siran's eyes curled up.

"There's no more. Didn't you say you were the one who told me the story? How come it's me coaxing the children again." Sang Yintian turned his head sideways and smelled the fragrance of Ye Sizan's perfume, which was very light The smell made people want to hug him, he turned over and buried his whole face in Ye Siran's chest, "If it was you, what would you think of?"

"A sea, blue lightning, and violent storms." Ye Sizan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried hard to recall something, his frowning made his whole body suffer, even The chest kept bullying, "Maybe it happened to be a typhoon day, this sea area is not safe, the fishing boats docked at the port are neatly arranged in sight... Then a man came along the path .That person likes this sea very much, and he comes here for a night tour every day, even if it is a typhoon day..."

Unlike the scene described by Sang Yintian just now, this story sounds extremely depressing, Sang Yintian couldn't help but opened his eyes, and his long eyelashes kept rubbing against Ye Siran's palm.

Some itches.Ye Siran put down her hand, helped Sang Yintian up, and finally pulled her into her arms.They leaned sideways, cuddling each other.

"So that person also came for a night tour on this typhoon day?"

"Well, here we come." Ye Siran's eyes darkened, he tilted his head and kissed Sang Yintian's forehead, and continued softly, "Because that person really likes this sea so much, I guess it must be in his will It says sea burial after death..."

"Uh..." Sang Yintian chuckled, glanced at the invitation letter on the coffee table out of the corner of his eye, and finally closed his eyes slowly. "What about later?"

"Later... that man plunged into the sea without any hesitation as usual. He was firm in the sea he loved so much and would never hurt him. But he was really wrong. I don't love him... The turbulent waves pushed the man into the deeper sea until it completely submerged him. The sea water poured into his nasal cavity and then to his lungs, he couldn't breathe, relying on an instinct, the pain He closed his eyes... until this moment, that man realized that what he needed was not the sea of ​​deep love, but the oxygen that would allow him to continue to live."

The ending of this story doesn't sound very good. This kind of drowning feeling that is about to suffocate is described by Ye Siran as extremely flat.

He raised his face and stared at the long-extinguished crystal ceiling lamp in the living room, "The man became sober and began to ask for help. He patted the sea surface with his arms very hard, and shouted [Is there someone to save him... Yes] No one can help him] ... but no one can hear him."

"Uh..." Sang Yintian couldn't help sighing, "That's right... this man jumped into the sea on his own initiative."

"Fortunately, someone really saved him."

"Saved him?" This was probably a good turning point, Sang Yintian opened his eyes again, tilted his head and raised his face. "Someone really saved him? On such a typhoon day?"

"Well, that man was lucky and was rescued ashore. But later, the person who rescued him asked him... [Now, now you, do you still like this sea], guess what happened to that man? Say..." Ye Siran squeezed Sang Yintian's fingers again.

The person in his arms shook his head, subconsciously biting the corner of his mouth.

"He said that he started to hate this sea." Ye Siran chuckled lightly, his tone sounded helpless, "Actually, I can understand his feelings very well. Because..."

Ye Siran suddenly fell silent.In the already quiet living room, no sound could be heard anymore, even their slow breathing was hidden in this deep night.

A few minutes later, Ye Sizan sat up straight and stared straight into Sang Yintian's eyes. "Because a person who has drowned will no longer like the sea. Me too."

After speaking, Ye Siran raised his left hand again, and his eyes caught the obvious scar on his wrist. "There are very few things that I can hold with my hands, so I am prepared to let go of them at any time. Even if it is my favorite thing——"

"What about me?" Sang Yintian still interrupted him, his right hand clenched slightly into a fist.This strong sense of suffocation prompted him to breathe heavily, and then, Sang Yintian raised his hand to hold Ye Siran's face, "If I was the one who jumped into that sea, you can do it so easily." Let go?"

Ye Siran's pupils trembled suddenly, and his whole body began to tremble.

impossible.

He can give up his favorite violin, but he can't give up Sang Yintian.He couldn't, couldn't.

It was no different from killing himself.

"I..." Ye Siran was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Ye Siran..." Sang Yintian's eyes were so red that his voice began to choke, "Can we not give up on me and the violin?"