XNUM X night

Thank you for your presence, continuing my exhausted heartbeat.

After the autumn rain, the weather turned completely cold. Sang Yintian put all the summer shirts and short sleeves into the closet. Finally, under Ye Siran's urging, the two bought some autumn and winter sweaters and coats from the mall.On the way back, Sang Yintian saw the ancient ginkgo tree in the community. The leaves turned yellow, and when the wind blew, they tried to spin and dance in the air.

Because this scene is so beautiful, the cleaning aunt of the community deliberately reserved this road leading to Houshan Park.She hopes that everyone who lives here can see the ginkgo leaves falling from the sky as soon as they open the door.

Probably because Sang Yintian was so fascinated by watching, Ye Siran had to park the car downstairs in the community.He turned off the engine and opened the door, and finally walked around the window of the co-pilot, unfastening his seat belt for Sang Yintian.

"What are you thinking?" Ye Sizan's fingers flexibly entwined between Sang Yintian's, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his waist, watched him get out of the car, and finally looked up at the ginkgo tree in front of him . "Ginkgo is the most beautiful only in this season."

The autumn wind rolled up all the golden ginkgo leaves scattered on the ground. Ye Sizan reached out and grabbed a handful in the wind vortex around him.A leaf spread out in his palm, and finally he handed it to Sang Yintian. "It's very pretty. If you like it, let's watch it for a while." After speaking, Ye Siran took off the black coat from her body, and gently covered Sang Yintian's body, her warm palms were warm He kept rubbing the back of his hand.

Strange to say, Sang Yintian's hands seemed a little warm.Ye Siran frowned again, took his hand and put it to his mouth, breathing hot air.

"Siran, do you know what ginkgo symbolizes?" Sang Yintian still raised his head with gentle eyes.Ye Siran actually knew something, but now, he just shook his head, he wanted to hear what Sang Yintian had to say. "you know?"

"Because ginkgo is very adaptable and has a relatively long lifespan, many people associate it with calmness and toughness. Because its leaves are very heart-shaped, young lovers also regard her as a kind of eternal love." Sang Yintian had a strong nasal voice, and the white mist overflowing from his mouth rendered the arrival of late autumn.

"Eternal Love?"

"Yeah. But compared to ginkgo...I still like roses better." Sang Yintian turned his head and smiled, and raised his hand to brush off the leaves sticking to Ye Siran's hair, "Because, for roses, although it hurts It doesn't matter, it will still bloom well."

Ye Siran seemed to understand, followed Sang Yintian's gaze to stare at the past, finally squinted his eyes, and connected the two of them together with the scarf around his neck. "Whether it's roses or ginkgo trees all over the sky, if you like to see them, I'll watch them with you."

No matter how long, no matter when.

Sang Yintian smiled lightly, touched the tip of Ye Siran's nose with his fingertips, felt the warmth of his hands, and hid it in his pocket helplessly. "By the way, Siran, how is your recent violin practice..." Speaking of this, Sang Yintian suddenly realized that Ye Siran seemed to have never practiced at home, most likely because he didn't want to interfere He paints.

Sang Yintian felt sorry, and subconsciously pursed his lips, "Actually, you can bring your violin back to practice at home..."

Ye Siran suddenly couldn't help laughing, he reached out and rubbed Sang Yintian's bangs that were blown by the wind, and wrapped his fingers around the back of his head, gently playing with the hair that was tied behind his head. "Hey, hey, I'm tired enough from practicing at school every day. I don't want to go home and suffer... But don't worry, I won't be worse than anyone else."

"Uh..." Sang Yintian didn't know how to refute it back, so he raised his hands and stretched his waist, and let out a long sigh of relief, "My puppy has grown up."

"Isn't it good to grow up?" Ye Siran suddenly lowered his eyes, looking into Sang Yintian's eyes very seriously.This look is completely different from before, as if... has been redeemed and reborn.He smiled and kissed Sang Yintian's forehead lightly. "One day, I will be able to stand side by side with you. Then I will tell the whole world that I am the boyfriend of the famous painter Sang Yintian."

"You—" Sang Yintian raised his head with satisfaction, "It's windy again, let's go back."

"Okay... then, old fox, do you want to hug? Forget it, I won't ask you." After Ye Siran finished speaking, he bent slightly and put his arms on Sang Yintian's back.Until she was picked up by someone and finally fell into a familiar embrace, the expression on Sang Yintian's face was still stiff, and her bright eyes were full of surprise.

The ginkgo leaf fell on his chest, and Sang Yintian laughed out loud, then stretched out his hand, feeling the oncoming wind.

The life after that has become a bit dull, Sang Yintian is busy with his personal art exhibitions, and often shuts himself in the studio for several hours at a time.When the inspiration is blocked, Sang Yintian will open the door with a disappointed face, leaning against the glass door of the studio and staring at the busy traffic on the long street in a daze.

Every time at this time, Xiaohan would lie on the wooden table at the front desk with his face sideways, chattering non-stop, telling him what interesting people and interesting things he met in Sanya at that time.Occasionally, I will buy some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes that Sang Yintian loves from a nearby pastry shop.

In order to successfully get an offer from the Curtis Institute of Music, Ye Siran often locks himself in a dedicated piano room in addition to the most basic music theory lessons every day.For the same solo piece, he can stand on the podium and repeat it many times.Ye Siran was willing to put down the violin in his hand until he was too tired to play, and turned his head to look at the tall building outside the window in a daze.

Ye Wanlu was also busy with Ye Siran's enrollment, after all, it wasn't Xicheng, and not everything could be solved with money.

What's more, for Curtis, who can get a full scholarship for every student at school, there is no shortage of money, but those musical talents.So in addition to the normal homework of Xicheng Conservatory of Music, Ye Wanlu specially invited an excellent violinist to give Ye Sizan extra lessons on weekends.

For this reason, Ye Siran and Sang Yintian met less and less frequently, and he complained a lot in private.But every time I think that I have the opportunity to enter the world's top music academy and become the person who can stand side by side with Sang Yintian, the desire to meet him will not be so strong.

After late autumn, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and the cold wave has finally come.It was raining again in Xicheng today, Ye Sizan was wearing a black overcoat, holding a violin bag in his right hand, stood at the school gate and waited for about 10 minutes, until he saw the familiar black supercar appearing 50 meters away At the corner outside, a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

"Didn't I tell you this morning, I'll just take a taxi back to the studio after school... Why did you come here on purpose?" Ye Sizan pulled a few pieces of paper, rubbed the mud spots on the piano bag accidentally, He turned his head and glanced at Sang Yintian again.

This person is wearing an off-white gown today, and the brooch on his chest looks like it was newly bought recently. Even though it is rainy and dark, the brooch glows faintly and coldly.In addition, Ye Siran also saw the green paint sticking to his cuff.

"Ye Siran... We haven't seen each other for two weeks, so you don't miss me at all? Or, the violin has surpassed me in your heart?" Sang Yintian raised the corner of his mouth, deliberately showing reluctance look like.From the corner of the eye, Ye Siran seemed to be in a hurry, and Sang Yintian smiled and rubbed Ye Siran's half-wet bangs, and couldn't help but sighed, "Blame me, I've been busy painting recently, so I didn't care about it." I love you. So, I came here today to make up for my mistakes. I wonder if Young Master Ye can give me this chance?"

"Tell me, which restaurant do you want to take me to for dinner again?"

"You boy..." Sure enough, after being together for a long time, the two people's eyes can hardly deceive each other.Sang Yintian frowned, started the car, turned around, and finally chose to turn left at the intersection that he passed just now. "By the way, I met your brother this morning, and he told me two good news, both about you."

"About me?" Ye Siran opened his mouth, "Then it can only be related to the Curtis Institute of Music?"

Got guessed again.

Sang Yintian's eyes were fixed on the wet road ahead, and because the road was slippery in rainy weather, he lightly tapped the brakes from time to time. "Well, so... which one do you want to hear first?"

"Whatever. It's good news anyway."

"The admission requirements for the Curtis Institute of Music are very strict. It is mandatory for students applying for the exam to have at least two letters of recommendation from famous musicians at home and abroad." Sang Yintian said, "But don't worry, the letters of recommendation... I have asked someone to help you get it in a few days. As for the TOEFL test, you can only rely on yourself."

"Already got it?" Ye Sizan's eyes suddenly lit up, turned around excitedly, and directly grabbed Sang Yintian's arm, "Great, I was still worried two days ago... this recommendation Trust me how to get it. I didn’t expect my brother to get it done so quickly.”

"I said... just two letters of recommendation? As for being so excited? After all, your brother is also the heir of the Ye Group, and you are the only brother like you. If you don't help me, who else can you help? Go, go, go, Let go and sit down, don't interfere with my driving." Sang Yintian was amused by Ye Siran's current reaction, raised his left hand and pressed his sore shoulder.After a pause for a few seconds, Sang Yintian turned his head again, "The second good news is——your brother plans to hold a violin solo concert for you in Xicheng this weekend, just as your birthday is coming soon It's one of your birthday presents."

"Violin solo concert!!" Ye Siran couldn't help shouting loudly, even more excited than when he heard the first good news just now, but fortunately Ye Siran was wearing a seat belt.

Otherwise, with his temperament, he would definitely jump up without hesitation.Because of the restriction, now he can only raise his hands subconsciously, clenched his fists slightly and waved them in the air.

In order to avoid accidental injury, Sang Yintian subconsciously hid to the left, and then looked at him tenderly. "Yes, it's only Ye Siran's birthday recital, which is unprecedented in Xicheng, and you are the first." He repeated it again, but Ye Siran suddenly fell silent, and looked out the window with his head down.

Wait, isn't that a good thing?Why did this kid's mood change so quickly?Sang Yintian couldn't help squinting his eyes, parked the car on the side of the road, and pressed the double flash. "Isn't this good news? Why are you leaning against the car door like a wounded puppy?"

"Uh..." Ye Siran leaned sideways on the car window, Sang Yintian couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, he could only see the corners of his eyes that were gradually turning red, and Sang Yintian had to turn his head and call Ye Siran again name, but he still refused to look up.

Sang Yintian pulled over and stopped, unbuttoned his seat belt with a serious face, and reached out to grab Ye Siran's arm, trying to get them closer.Unexpectedly, as soon as his fingertips touched Ye Siran's wrist, the boy who lowered his head and shut himself up suddenly turned his head and pulled Sang Yintian into his arms.

"Hey, Ye Siran, you lied again—" Sang Yintian's voice stopped abruptly, because the moment he raised his head, he saw the transparent liquid gushing from Ye Siran's eyes.Sang Yintian was stunned for two seconds, then hurriedly fumbled the paper out of his pocket, and was pushed back by Ye Siran's hand.

"Sangsang, I'm actually... actually very happy, really happy." Ye Siran still had two lines of wet marks on her cheeks, but now she grinned at him.Moreover, both eyes are red, which makes people feel distressed.

Sang Yintian is most afraid of Ye Siran crying.Every time he was sad, Sang Yintian's chest seemed to be cut with a few bloody holes by a sharp dagger.Moreover, the sudden situation made him a little at a loss, and he couldn't tell whether Ye Siran was happy or sad for a moment.

But since a big boy is crying, it can barely be regarded as sad... But he clearly said two good news, why did it become such an out-of-control scene when he came to Ye Siran's place?

"Uh..." Sang Yintian sighed helplessly, and finally wiped off the tears still hanging on Ye Siran's eyelashes with the back of his hand, so stubborn that he refused to fall, "Idiot, how can anyone be happy like you are now ugly?" , Do you want me to take a picture of you with my mobile phone?"

"Uh..." Ye Siran sniffed again, and wiped all the remaining tears on Sang Yintian's cuffs, with an aggrieved face and red eyes. "Sangsang..."

"Hey, hey, you... don't cry. I was wrong, I was wrong, I said that on purpose just now, in fact, you look very good when you cry, really very good-looking. "

"You're an idiot." Ye Siran laughed while crying, and then couldn't help reaching out and grabbing Sang Yintian's lower back, "I'm not crying, nor sad, I'm just happy..."

"Ah? I'm really happy..." Sang Yintian was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Actually, my childhood dream was to become an excellent violinist. I believe that one day, I will stand on the world stage with my head upright, so that everyone can hear my violin. Among them... ...Including my parents... I thought this dream was too far-fetched, I even thought about giving up...but now—" Ye Siran's voice gradually increased, and the words could not conceal a kind of joy.

He is finally about to realize his childhood dream, and he has finally become the most qualified person to stand on the stage.Ye Siran glanced down at the scar on her left wrist, and gently rubbed it with her fingertips.

It turned out that what this indelible scar brought him was not entirely pain.After tearing away the layers of haze, Ye Siran really saw the path he was going to take in the future.

He was lucky, and only lucky.

Sang Yintian shrugged his shoulders and patted him on the back, "I believe that one day you can really realize your dream. Now, starting from the first stage in Xicheng, one day, Ye Sizan will become the best violin soloist in the world."

"Well! I also believe that Sang Sang will become the most powerful and powerful painter in the world!" Ye Siran was about to throw himself into Sang Yintian's arms again, but was stopped halfway.

"Go, go, why are you still acting like a child?" Sang Yintian stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of Ye Siran's nose, turned on the turn signal and drove back into the driveway.In the rain, Sang Yintian opened the car window, feeling the wet touch of the raindrops hitting his body.He tilted his head, "So, the most famous violin soloist in the future, what do you want for dinner? Please."

"Go downtown!"

"Row."

"Eat the most expensive and the best!"

"Okay." Sang Yintian looked doting, and turned the steering wheel with his right hand, "We don't want the cheap ones."

Ye Siran finally calmed down, he suddenly chuckled, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.The cold wind coming through the left car window covered his body, "Sangsang, thank you."

Thank you for your presence, continuing my exhausted heartbeat.