XNUM X night

Give me your hand to take you out of this twilight.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, with a sticky wind in the humidity.Sang Yintian finished the daily wrist exercise according to the doctor's request, stood up and stretched his head, then walked to the balcony and pushed open the transparent glass window.Every evening in the past few years, Sang Yintian would stand here and look at the end of the long alley, looking for that familiar figure.

In the fourth year of the Curtis Institute of Music, because of Ye Siran's talent in music theory and practice, the teacher did not arrange many professional courses for Ye Siran, and most of the time he would stay in the piano room of the college to practice piano, or emergency training before a concert.

It was rare to be able to leave school early today, Ye Siran didn't even have time to put his violin in the piano room, and ran out of the school gate without looking back.

Sang Yintian was still leaning on the fence of the balcony as usual, stretched out his right hand, and gently touched the buds of the surrounding green plants with the tip of his index finger.Occasionally, a blue butterfly would circle around him several times and finally land on his shoulder.

"Sevati—"

A familiar tone suddenly hit his ears.Sang Yintian raised his eyes subconsciously, and saw Ye Siran standing far away waving at him, and jumping on the spot from time to time, as if he was afraid that the people on the balcony would not see him.

As the voice gradually approached, Ye Siran stood outside the door, looking up at Sang Yintian's eyes.For some reason, all the displeasure and hesitation seemed to dissipate in this instant. Ye Sizan closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath and raised her phone. "Don't move, let me take a picture."

click -

Ye Siran pressed the shutter, and finally stared at the photos in the album with a satisfied face.In the past four years in Philadelphia, the photos on his mobile phone have gradually increased every day, but there is always only one person in these 4698 photos, and that is Sang Yintian.

"Hmm...my boyfriend is so good-looking." Like the elf prince in the secret garden.Ye Siran couldn't help but double the size of the photo he had just taken, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose, revealing a smile.

At some point, Sang Yintian had come down from the second floor, and the moment he opened the door, he threw himself into Ye Siran's arms, rubbing his furry head against his neck. "Mr. L is willing to let you back? Today is 25 minutes earlier than yesterday."

Mr. L is Ye Siran's violin tutor at the Curtis Institute of Music. Sang Yintian has met him several times before. He is a gentle and kind middle-aged man. Ye Siran has indeed learned a lot from him.

"Mr.L told me that the last solo performance is over next week, and I will be a real violinist from now on. Sangsang, I... I really didn't expect that I would actually graduate from Curtis ..." Ye Siran's eyes were extremely gentle, like the shattered starlight in Philadelphia's summer night.

Seeing that Sang Yintian didn't speak, Ye Siran raised his lit phone screen in front of him again, squinted one eye, and had a smirk on his face. "By the way, look at this photo. I just took it. Does it look good?"

"Do you think I'll tell my pictures that I don't look good? Are you stupid?" Sang Yintian was amused by Ye Siran, pursed his lips, pulled his arm back to the living room, and handed him a cup Lemonade, "He came back from running again? Sweaty head... drink some water first, and then go take a shower."

"Hmm... OK." Ye Sizan raised his head and drank the lemonade in the cup, blinked, then nodded obediently, then took the change of clothes that Sang Yintian had prepared in advance, and stepped into the room barefoot. bathroom.

Ye Siran's cell phone was left on the coffee table, and the screen was still on.Out of curiosity, Sang Yintian bent over, clicked on his photo album, flipped through it from the beginning, and then couldn't help laughing.

Holding his mobile phone, he walked towards the bathroom again, and finally leaned against the glass door.

"puppy."

"Huh?" The sound of water in the bathroom was suddenly turned down, and Ye Siran's misty voice came from the crack of the door, "I'm here."

"Can I post this photo on your Weibo?"

"My Weibo?" Since Sang Yintian finished posting the temporarily suspended Weibo before going abroad, he has not opened his own Weibo until today.But he would occasionally use Ye Siran's mobile phone to browse Weibo, and would take photos of the succulents raised on the balcony and put them on Ye Siran's Weibo, or reply some questions from fans in his tone.

For example, how is his life in Philadelphia now? For example, he will not accept other variety shows for the time being because of his studies.

Ye Siran in the bathroom obviously paused for a moment, and then chuckled twice, "Of course, but...why did you suddenly remember to post your own photo? When I wanted to post it before, you wished you could just post it Throw away my phone."

"That was before, now I want to post." Sang Yintian raised his hand and pressed his temple, "Why? Don't you want to?"

"Yes, of course I would. My boyfriend wants to post his picture on my Weibo. I'm too happy. How could I not want to? If possible, I hope you write "This is my boyfriend" What about these words? "

Sang Yintian nodded in satisfaction, and opened Ye Siran's Weibo.

It is strange to say that since the variety show "TOA Producer" was broadcast, Ye Siran's Weibo fans have made a qualitative leap. The unit of measurement has been changed directly, and it has risen from more than 100 to 300.Later, Ye Wanlu made their relationship public. Ye Siran's Weibo followers have exceeded 1500 million so far.

In contrast, his Weibo fans are a bit horrible.Because I haven't updated my paintings for a long time and haven't published my daily life, I lost more than half of Ye Siran's followers.

"Uh..." Sang Yintian rubbed his face and pressed the phone screen again.

[@我有一个黑玫瑰: This is probably our last summer in Philadelphia. 】

Within a few minutes of posting this Weibo, more than 200 messages popped up in the comment area.Sang Yintian looked surprised, swallowed his saliva and clicked in.

[@justu: Damn, what Xiaoye shared with us today is not the flowers and plants on his balcony!Wait... sisters, why do I feel that this person in the photo... looks familiar?Where do you seem to have seen it? 】

[@sendit: Is it Sangsang? !It's Sangsang! !It must be Sangsang!Right?Damn! !My God, I actually squatted Sangsang on Xiaoye's Weibo in my lifetime! !So... did Sangsang dye her hair back to black? 】

Sang Yintian slanted the corner of his mouth and replied. [@我有一个黑玫瑰 Reply to @sendit: Well, he thinks black looks better. 】

Then, Sang Yintian squinted his eyes and continued to look down.

[@小mulberry: Oh my god, Sangsang...Little mulberries really miss you! !Where have you been these past few years? The Weibo post you left behind really disappeared completely. No matter how you look for it, you can’t find it...Crying.jpg]

[@wfefsg: Sang Yintian!You are simply crazy!How can you say disappear and disappear? !Do you know how worried we all are about you!A lot of YXH on the Internet say that you are injured, you will never be able to draw again, and you can only quit the circle in despair, no one wants to believe it! !But no matter what, as long as you are safe, Sangsang... And you have to know that the reason why we all like you is not just because we like your paintings... Big cry.jpg]

madman……

That's right, Sang Yintian himself felt the same way. He didn't even dare to think about how much courage he had to give up painting and come to Philadelphia with Ye Siran.If it weren't for the slight improvement in the condition of his right hand, he might never touch those things again in his life.

"Uh..." Sang Yintian stared at this comment for a long time, gently rubbing the back of his thumb with his right index finger, rolling his eyes and wondering what he was thinking.Even Ye Siran got out of the bathroom and stood behind him, but he didn't know it.

Ye Siran frowned, bent down to take his own mobile phone from Sang Yintian's, and looked down at it carefully for a few more times.

"Actually, they've been waiting for you." Ye Siran's light words fell into Sang Yintian's ears, and he frowned helplessly. "Otherwise...you post a Weibo message to your fans to tell your fans that you are safe, you have been hiding for almost four years...don't—"

"No, it's not the time yet." Sang Yintian suddenly lowered his face and interrupted Ye Siran's words.He suddenly stood up from the sofa, stretched out his hand and squeezed his wrist, and went up to the second floor together.

Then opened the studio door.

The studio was cleaned very clean by Xiaomi, the floor was not splashed with paints of various colors, all the painting tools were arranged in boxes in the corner, and there was only an unfinished painting on the canvas in the middle of the drawing board.Although the lines are not as messy as before after modification, the color rendering makes people look a little uncomfortable.

It's like adding some indescribable ash.

"Isn't this... the painting you made at the concert last year?" Ye Siran originally thought that this painting would be treated as a defective product by Sang Yintian.

Unexpectedly, he actually kept all the inspiration and ideas of this painting, revised it again and again, changed the canvas one after another, and even more.

Ye Siran took a deep breath, took two steps forward and stood in front of the canvas with deep eyes.

What came into view was a gray full of despair, although there were still a little blue and purple dotted in it, helplessly, the gray tone made by this modulation was too heavy, and it had completely overwhelmed other colors.And staring at it for a long time makes people feel extremely depressed.

Ye Siran shifted his gaze to Sang Yintian's face again, tilted his head and asked. "So, you want to finish the painting?"

"Yeah." Sang Yintian pursed his lips, bent down and took out a paintbrush from the box, "I want to change the Penn gray in this painting to the original color."

"The original color?" It's not so much the original color, but Sang Yintian is trying his best to find his original self.Ye Siran was silent for a long time, raised his hand pretending to be relaxed, and patted Sang Yintian's shoulder lightly twice, "Damn, I thought it was a big deal. My boyfriend is a great painter, I believe him It can be done, right?"

Right.

Yes... Sang Yintian suddenly smiled, and turned the brush twice between the fingers of his right hand. "I promise, before we go back to China, I will definitely re-finish this painting."

In the evening, there are incomparable fire clouds, and the sky is full of haze, like a passionate love.Ye Siran suddenly grabbed Sang Yintian's left wrist. "Give me your hand."

"Ah?" Before Sang Yintian had time to react, he was led out of the door by Ye Siran's hand, and finally they ran against the wind.

"Hello..." Sang Yintian was a little out of breath, even his voice was trembling. "Siran, are you...where are you taking me?"

"Take you out of this dusk."

So this evening became the craziest evening for Ye Siran and Sang Yintian since they were in Philadelphia.They kept running, raised their hands and screamed, and watched the white pigeons in the park fly away together.Ye Siran has never been so happy as today, even though his forehead is covered with fine sweat, but his eyes are always in Sang Yintian's eyes.

In those light-colored and bright pupils, he seemed to see the barefoot boy stepping on the white sand step by step, holding a lamp in his hand, not afraid of the darkness in front of him.

Because the end of the road is their eternity.

On the second weekend, Ye Siran's concert was successfully held, and that night, Ye Siran specially invited friends to his house for a party.One is to celebrate my successful graduation, and the other is to take this opportunity to say goodbye to them.

Sang Yintian also drank a lot of red wine, his eyes were red, watching the colorful ribbons sticking to Ye Siran's body and even his hair.Time passed and it was past midnight when the party ended.Ye Siran closed the door, but still couldn't hold back and yawned big by sticking to the door frame.

But at this moment, the door behind him was knocked again, and Ye Sizan opened the door with half-closed eyes.

The tall figure in front of him almost blocked his entire vision, and after drinking some wine, Ye Siran's eyes were blurred. He licked his lips and subconsciously raised his hand to rub his eyes. "Did something fall into our house—brother? Why are you here?"

"Xiaoran, congratulations on your successful graduation. My parents and I came to Philadelphia to see you and Sangsang." After speaking, Ye Wanlu took a step to the right.

Parents?

To Ye Siran, these two words are like a ticking time bomb.Sure enough, after seeing the person behind Ye Wanlu, his face darkened in an instant, and even Sang Yintian, who was lying on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest, quickly opened his eyes.

The silence lasted for a full half a minute before Ye Siran clenched his right hands slightly, his chest heaved up and down frequently, and his eyes were full of disgust.But I was a little surprised, obviously I haven't seen each other for several years, how could these two people have grown up like this.The mother in my impression always stood upright with her head raised, her eyes full of disdain.But now, the corners of her eyes are covered with wrinkles, and the eyes are full of red blood.

Like I just cried.

Ye Siran breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

It's not that Ye Wanli hadn't thought about what kind of expression Ye Siran would have. Similarly, the middle-aged couple behind them also seemed to have prepared mentally in advance. Facing Ye Siran's indifference at the moment, they just smiled lightly. twice. "Xiaoran... Mom and Dad just want to come and see you... and Sangsang. I heard about you two on the way here—"

"so what?"

"So, so..." The woman's eyes fell on Ye Siran's left wrist involuntarily, and her voice gradually lowered, and was finally replaced by dead silence.

The corners of her eyes were a little red, and she wanted to reach out to touch Ye Siran's hand, but he dodged it helplessly.

"Uh..." The woman withdrew her hand in embarrassment.

"Uh..." Ye Sizan still didn't say a word, just stood quietly at the door, not even intending to let the person standing outside the door come in.

"Uh..." The same blood flowed from her body, but the woman still didn't know how to speak.Sang Yintian sniffed, reached out and tugged at the corner of Ye Siran's clothes from behind. "Siran, it's too cold outside, let uncle and aunt come in first... I'll pour some warm water to warm them up."

Only then did Ye Siran turn his body sideways, raised his right hand, and said coldly, "Please."

Just like treating strangers, there are only the etiquette that an ordinary person should have.

When the two entered the door, Ye Siran suddenly raised his hand to press Ye Wanlu's chest, and pushed him directly outside the door.With a slight hook of the right foot, the door closed.

"Xiaoran? You..."

"Ye Wanlu, are you fucking crazy? Why did you bring them here? You know that they are the people I don't want to see in my life!" The only light source was blocked by this door, and the yard was dark. , Ye Siran's eyes were unusually fierce.

Moreover, Ye Wanlu didn't save the slightest bit of face between the words.His right hand pinched Ye Wanlu's neckline tightly, and within a short while, the flat white shirt had several layers of obvious wrinkles.

Ye Wanlu's eyes were a little red, and she looked a little embarrassed.

"Xiaoran, calm down first, listen to me—"

"Calm down? How do you want me to calm down?!" Ye Siran suddenly raised his left hand, revealing the hideous scar. "Ye Wanlu, don't forget how the scar on my wrist came about."

"I haven't forgotten." Ye Wanli's eyes were a little self-blaming, she lowered her head and slowed down her tone, "It is impossible to forget in this life. But I just can't forget, so parents must come. Xiaoran, what is in our body The same blood is flowing, we are a family, there are some barriers, we have to step over."

"Uh..." Probably because the night breeze was too cold, Ye Siran finally calmed down, he let go of his hand, slumped on the corner of the wall next to him weakly, and then slid down bit by bit.Until, Ye Wanlu stretched out his hand to hold his arm, his eyes filled with distress. "Xiaoran, before coming here, my mother... told me I'm sorry many times. She said that she shouldn't have done such an excessive thing to you because of her own selfishness, and said—"

"I'm sorry?" Ye Siran laughed suddenly, her shoulders trembling, "Do you know how much I paid for her sorry?"

"Uh..." Ye Wanlu was dumbfounded for a moment, turned around and leaned against Ye Siran, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and sighed, "I know you can't forgive them now, but we'll see each other anyway, I'll take them back to China when the sun rises tomorrow morning."

"Uh..." Ye Siran's breathing gradually slowed down, and finally he raised his hand to press the center of his eyebrows. "Leave tomorrow morning?"

"Ah."

"It hasn't been 2 hours since you got off the plane." After traveling for so long, I can leave now.Ye Siran couldn't help sighing, and pinched the cigarette in Ye Wanli's hand. "I haven't returned to the dormitory assigned by the college. For the past few days...you can live here. I will take Sangsang to live in the dormitory of the college."

So, does this mean they want to stay?Ye Siran, who has always been soft and sticky, still has a day to compromise?

"Uh..." Ye Wanli blinked lightly, and couldn't help but press the back of Ye Siran's neck with excitement. "Xiaoran, for so many years, my brother has always hoped that you will grow up quickly. But sometimes, my brother hopes that you will stick to me as much as when you were a child. Seeing you now, I don't know whether to be happy or sad?"

Ye Wanlu would rarely be willing to mention these things to Ye Siran, because he knew that Ye Siran didn't like to listen to him since he was a child.But now, what he said was not interrupted by anyone, but Ye Siran just remained silent, staring up at the flickering crescent moon in the sky.

After another minute.

"Really? Then I think you should be happy." Ye Siran pursed her lips and put down her hands, "Because I really became a violinist."

Ye Wanlu didn't speak any more, and squeezed Ye Siran's shoulder with his right hand.

"I haven't seen you in four years. Have you grown taller again? It feels like you're going to surpass me."

"Ye Wanlu, don't you think too highly of yourself, is it hard to surpass you?" Ye Siran snorted softly.

Ye Wanhui couldn't help laughing, he felt that this sentence contained some personal grievances from before.However, he also accepted it frankly and did not refute it. "Of course it's not difficult. Our Xiaoran is an excellent musician now, and I'm very respectable when I say it."

"Then you'd better not say it."

"why?"

"I'm afraid that others will not be able to resist saying behind your back that you, Ye Wanli, are not as good as I, Ye Siran." Ye Siran suddenly grinned, chuckled, cleared his throat heavily, and said in a strange tone .

"It doesn't matter, I'm happy to hear what other people say." Because finally one day, Ye Siran got rid of Ye Wanlu's shadow and set foot on his own path.

A path that belongs only to oneself.