XNUM X night

My day is done, and I am like a boat moored on the beach, listening to the dancing music of the evening tide.

The Conservatory of Music in the afternoon was extremely quiet. After 1:[-], the sun above us suddenly retreated into the clouds.It didn't take long before endless haze came over, and the mist enveloped the entire Xicheng, and it was gray here.The glass windows of the piano room were still wide open, and the southeast wind brought light-colored gauze curtains to the window, swaying in the air non-stop.

got windy.

Ye Siran couldn't help raising his head when he left the Leli Building.The flock of white pigeons on the fence on the roof was still there, he didn't know how many times they had flown around the campus, but Ye Siran knew that they didn't understand sorrow and joy.

Ye Siran really wants to see Sang Yintian, right now.So he escaped from the music theory class in the afternoon of the first day of school.When the raindrops slowly fell, the pedestrians on the street raised their arms to block the rain and dispersed, and a gust of wind passed through the alley and blew into Ye Siran's neckline. Then he suddenly realized that summer hadn't arrived yet, and it was a bit cold today. .

He didn't know if Sang Yintian felt the same way.

Sang Yintian... Sang Yintian... Ye Siran seems to have only these three words left in his mind.The rain was getting heavier, and shoals of different sizes began to pile up around his feet. Because of his haste, some mud stains splashed on his trouser legs.

Ye Siran didn't care about the bean-like raindrops hitting his body, he just wanted to see Sang Yintian.If possible, he would like to hug that person, stroke his long hair with the palm of his hand, and tell him [you still have me here].Just like the picture that appeared in the previous dream, he wanted to be by his side.

Even if I can't do anything.

When he got outside the studio door, Ye Sizan's whole body was drenched by the rain.The bangs were twisted into several strands and stuck to his forehead, and the raindrops lingered on the ends of his hair, refusing to drip for a long time.

He saw Xia Han sitting on the chair in the living room, with his head down, wondering what he was thinking.

Ye Siran took a deep breath, forcing herself to look less embarrassed.He grabbed his hair twice casually, and exhaled again. "Sister Han, help me get a towel, it's raining too much outside, and I'm all wet."

As soon as he said this, Ye Siran realized that his voice was so hoarse that even the end of it was trembling.

Shocked, Xiaohan raised her head and looked outside the studio door, and immediately met Ye Siran's eyes.She blinked, uncontrollably rushed into the bathroom next door, took out a clean towel, covered Ye Sizan's head directly, and gently wiped off the water droplets on his hair.

"Xiaoye?? Aren't you at school...how could—"

"This afternoon's basic music theory class, I have already learned it secretly when I was very young. I was bored, so I slipped out." Ye Siran glanced to the right and saw that the front door was closed tightly. The door, I can't wait to push it open.He knew that Sang Yintian was in that door.

But is Sang Yintian really willing to let other people see his lonely self?Ye Siran felt that he would not, he would hide himself, to a place where he could not see anyone.Like a hedgehog.

In order to pretend that he didn't care about anything, Ye Siran had no choice but to resist the urge, and just stood at the door and wiped his hair.Then he took off his wet clothes and changed into a clean white shirt.

The shirt was specially left by Sang Yintian in the studio to change and wash, with a faint sandalwood fragrance.Mixed with the humidity of the rainy day, it becomes even colder.

Just like Sang Yintian.

"Xiaoye... Brother Yintian, he seems to be in a bad mood, why not...how about we go home today and come back tomorrow—"

"He drove you away?" Ye Sizan frowned and interrupted her, his fingertips kept rubbing against the tiger's mouth.The anxiety and anxiety in his heart grew wantonly, almost piercing his flesh and blood.Ye Siran felt very painful, more painful than the strings strangling the wound.

"Hmm..." Xiaohan lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

Ye Siran subconsciously raised her hand to press her left chest, and inadvertently saw the ring on her ring finger.He took it off and held it carefully in the palm of his hand. "You go back first, I'm watching here."

"Xiaoye, you may not know, actually Yintian brother..." Xiaohan's face looked very bad, and she was holding her mobile phone with her left hand.Ye Siran could see that it was the most searched interface on Weibo.

After waiting for a full 2 ​​minutes, Xiaohan still didn't answer the words just now.

"The number of retweets of that Weibo..." Ye Siran's voice was trembling, "Now, how many..."

Xiaohan opened her eyes for a moment, then swallowed her saliva after a few seconds, raised her hand, and brought her mobile phone screen to Ye Siran's eyes. "20..."

Ye Siran's brows tightened even more.Subconsciously clicked on the comment section under that Weibo.

[Little Mulberry: Except for the two elements of rose and flame in Sangsang's paintings, no one else has appeared at the same time at all.Why is it just a coincidence that there are both in this painting called Fish Roe? 】

[Self-evident is the truth: only Sang Yintian can draw these?Sang Yintian's fans don't come out to dance, please, it will spoil the feelings of passers-by. 】

[Yuzi Chong Chong Chong: Those fans of Sang Yintian who are jumping non-stop in the comment area, you say that Yuzi plagiarized, you have to show some evidence.Who are you spreading rumors with empty words?Is it possible that Sang Yintian is the only person in the world who can draw?It's hilarious.And not only roses and flames, but there is also a violin in our Yuzi painting, why don't you say this? 】

violin.

It is another major element that Sang Yintian added to his paintings after he met Ye Siran.It's just that only the two of them know about it.Ye Siran didn't bother to read any more, and directly turned off Xiaohan's phone screen.

"You already know? That's why you ran back from school in such a heavy rain because of this..." The girl's crying became more serious, her eyes were very red.It seemed that in the next second, something more precious rushed out of the eye socket.

This feeling of powerlessness is really too familiar to Ye Siran.But he had already promised Sang Yintian that he would come out, so he didn't think about turning back.

Ye Siran didn't speak any more, just stood where he was, quietly watching the girl in front of him whose eyes were getting redder and redder, until he was completely blinded by a layer of mist, then he closed his eyes and reached out to hug her.Xiaohan's stature was not tall, and she became more and more fragile in Ye Siran's arms. She pressed her face sideways to Ye Siran's chest, then closed her eyes, tears slid down her cheeks, dripping on the On Ye Siran's left wrist.

It's hot and cold.

Ye Siran has never comforted anyone since he was a child. He opened his mouth, but finally remained silent, so he could only pat her on the back with his right hand.When the girl's sobs subsided a bit, he let out a long sigh and put his hands on her arms. "Don't cry, I believe that there will always be a solution to this matter."

Xiaohan stood up again, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, her nasal voice sounded extremely aggrieved. "That's...that's what Brother Yintian spent several nights in drawing..."

It's not as simple as staying up for several nights.

Sang Yintian is obsessed with cleanliness. No matter what the occasion, he pays great attention to his appearance. Only when painting, those paints stick to his body or hands. Sang Yintian never thinks that those are inappropriate stain.

In those few days, even if he had dark circles under his eyes because of staying up late, he didn't care at all. He put all his thoughts in that drawing book.Including the three-hour phone call, Ye Siran knew what kind of sound the charcoal pencil in Sang Yintian's hand would make when it rubbed against the sketch paper.

Ye Siran is really too familiar with all of this.So when he knew that Sang Yintian's paintings were easily imitated or even copied, he felt more uncomfortable than anyone else.

It's like something that belongs to you is taken away by others.

"I know." Ye Sizan slightly clenched her left hand.He knows it better than anyone.

"When I first opened the studio, Brother Yintian stayed up very late every day. I often urged him to go home, but he told me..."

[Xiaohan, it's not time yet, I have to work harder to become better.This way I can take my painting to the cemetery to meet my parents. 】

"I know." Ye Siran listened carefully, his right hand didn't stop, still stroking Xiaohan's back.He doesn't know if this method is useful, but at least, he can share some of Xiaohan's burden.Also share some for Sang Yintian.

"He always likes to pretend that he doesn't care about anything in front of others, but no one knows that he often sits alone in the studio in a daze, sometimes for a whole night..."

"I know." Ye Sizan's eyes suddenly became a little sore, he sniffed, and suddenly raised his head.

Xiaohan finally couldn't help crying loudly, afraid of being heard by Sang Yintian in the studio, so she had to bite her sleeve tightly.

"Xiaoye, what do I need to do to help him..."

Ye Siran took a deep breath, and shifted his gaze to the cars speeding by on the street.I began to try hard to recall who had been in contact with Sang Yintian's paintings during the whole process from the line draft to the final completion of the whole painting.

Ye Siran suddenly opened his eyes.His right hand tightly pinched Xiaohan's arm.

"Hiss... Xiaoye?"

"I remember Xu Hanzhi was here on Valentine's Day, and he even took a video." Ye Siran looked a little nervous, holding Xiaohan's hand and refusing to let go.Because he knew that this was their only hope. "You were standing outside the studio at the time, and he accidentally photographed this painting. Only Xu Hanzhi has seen this painting."

"Uh..." Xiaohan's chest kept heaving, and he took a black umbrella from behind the door and rushed directly into the heavy rain. "I'll go find him!"

Seeing Xiaohan disappear on the sidewalk across the road, Ye Siran slowly turned around and stared at the closed door in front of him.

He turned the doorknob, and sure enough, it was locked.

Ye Siran knocked on the door twice again with curled fingers, but as expected, he didn't get any response.Ye Siran hesitated for two seconds, then slowly slid down with his back against the door, sitting on the ground with his head up against the door of the studio.At this moment, he felt panicked in his heart, and he held back a lot of things he wanted to say on the way back, but now there is only a wooden door between Sang Yintian and he can't say anything.

It seems that all the words are not as good as him sitting here with him.Even for a whole night.

The short hand on the clock dial on the wall turned 45 degrees clockwise, and the rain outside the house became heavier.The gray mist completely buried the long street outside the studio, and at a glance, there was only the white mist.And the water ripples in the shoals on the roadside circle after circle.

Ye Siran finally stood up again, ready to raise her hand to knock on the door.Only this time, before his hand touched it, the door was pulled open from the inside.

Ye Siran's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly put down her hand.

Sang Yintian seemed to be a little surprised by Ye Siran's appearance, and he froze inside the door. "Ye, Ye Siran...how come you are here?" Sang Yintian frowned and looked up at the clock on the wall, his expression was a little angry, "Shouldn't you be in school at this time..."

Ye Siran still didn't speak, just stared at Sang Yintian's eyes for a long time.It wasn't until this time that Sang Yintian suddenly realized that most of Ye Siran's hair was half wet. "The one who knocked on the door just now... I thought it was Xiaohan."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have locked you out for so long..." Sang Yintian's voice sounded a little tired, his tone was calm, and he smiled weakly at Ye Siran. "Why is this—"

Before he finished speaking, Sang Yintian was pulled into Ye Siran's arms.The sandalwood fragrance slipped into Ye Siran's nasal cavity along his neck, but it didn't bring them any comfort after relaxation.

"Tired?"

Sang Yintian finally closed his eyes, put his arms around Ye Siran's waist, his voice was hoarse, and his throat hurt badly. "tired."

Ye Siran turned her face sideways and kissed Sang Yintian's ear. "Then let's go home."

"Come back to my house today." Sang Yintian closed his eyes, and gently pressed his car key into Ye Siran's palm.with the ring.

On the way home, Sang Yintian didn't say a word, his eyes were always wandering in the sycamore leaves by the roadside, and occasionally he stretched out his hand out of the window, letting the rain soak his sleeves.

The sandalwood scent on Sang Yintian's body faded, and Ye Siran couldn't smell his breath.

Back home, Sang Yintian changed into his slippers, and lay on the sofa sideways, facing the bay window, without saying a word.

Ye Siran changed out of her clothes and put on her upper body. "If you're tired, just close your eyes and sleep for a while."

"Hmm..." Sang Yintian was so tired that he almost couldn't even hear a soft snort.

Ye Siran gritted her teeth and plunged into the bathroom.He needs to take a shower to wake up, not to let himself continue to sink.

When he came out of the bathroom, Sang Yintian was already asleep.Still maintaining the posture just now, motionless, with his back arched, his entire face buried in the pillow.The hair tied at the back of his head was pressed into a mess, and fell loosely on his shoulders.

Ye Sizan stepped onto the carpet in the living room with bare feet, and finally lay down on her side like Sang Yintian.He didn't dare to hug with all his strength, but forced himself to restrain his inner impulse.His arms trembled slightly, and he pulled Sang Yintian into his arms.

Sang Yintian didn't wake up, but just pressed his shoulder blades against the chest of the person behind him, subconsciously wanting to curl up into a ball, but unexpectedly, his ankle touched Ye Siran's leg.

They held hands, kissed, and hugged many times.Only this time, Ye Siran understood what nostalgia is.

Sang Yintian didn't sleep well, and occasionally called Ye Siran's name.Ye Siran lowered her head, gently rubbed against his neck, and finally responded sullenly.

"Ye Siran..."

"Ah."

"Siran..."

"Ah."

Ye Siran couldn't remember how many times he responded.He just wanted to tell the person in his arms that no matter how many times you call my name, there will always be a response.

You are not alone, you and me.

It rained all night outside the window, pattering, sounding very bleak.The mobile phone screen on the coffee table turned on countless times, turned off after turning on, and turned on again after turning off.Sang Yintian's heartbeat also rushed into Ye Siran's chest.

Ye Siran suddenly remembered a sentence.