Precipitous spring breeze blows drunk sober

Xiang Bei did chase after him, but unlike what Dong Xun thought, he didn't want to talk to Dong Xun.

"Xiang Bei, this piano is really too expensive. If you must have a piano at home, you can buy tens of thousands." Dong Xun tried to persuade Xiang Bei, although he also knew it would be difficult.

Squinting his eyes slightly to the north, he lit a cigarette, took a puff and then turned his head to the side to spit out the cigarette.

He didn't talk to Dong Xun all this time, and Dong Xun said it again patiently: "Xiang Bei, about the piano—"

With half of the cigarette left in his hand, he looked down at Xiangbei and threw it into the trash can by the door.

He finally said: "I want to learn, you teach me."

Dong Xun was even angrier.He knew that Xiang Bei didn't really want to learn the piano at all, so he asked him, "Do you really want to learn the piano? Really?"

Looking north towards the living room, and then looking towards Dongxun, he said calmly: "What about you? Did you really want to learn the piano at that time?"

"I'm."

Dong Xun lied, and Xiang Bei always saw through it at a glance.

Just like when he pretended not to like Xiang Bei, but he was self-defeating, making Xiang Bei aware of the clues.Then relying on his love, she did many absurd things with him.

For example, not long after that night, Xiang Bei called Dong Xun at the bar.After Dong Xun arrived at the bar, he kissed Dong Xun in front of everyone, and unbuttoned his school uniform.

Dong Xun obviously minds, but he won't lie, he can't deceive anyone about Xiang Bei's feelings, and responds to him with Xiang Bei's youthfulness.

——Compared to Xiang Bei's proficient kissing skills, he is indeed not very good at kissing, which was taught by Xiang Bei that night.Hearing the ear-piercing booing, he almost shed tears.

Seeing the dodge in Dong Xun's eyes, Xiang Bei chuckled softly: "Dong Xun, you won't lie, do you know that?"

Because you won't lie to me, it's easy for me to see your sincerity clearly.

I see you can see so clearly, how about you see me?

Dong Xun turned his face away and didn't speak.

The bright black piano was just placed in the living room, and when the worker left, Dong Xun sat on the sofa and stared at the piano, with no expression on his face, not at all like the person who received the gift.

Xiangbei is much more natural. He sat on the piano bench, gently stroked the black and white keys with his palm, and asked Dong Xun, "Are there any adults among your students?"

Dong Xun didn't answer, he felt stuffy in his chest, and Xiang Bei stopped arguing with him instead, leaving him nowhere to vent his emotions.

Xiangbei didn't get an answer, so he asked the next question: "I'm learning piano now, is it too late?"

"Is classic difficult?"

"How long will it take me to play like you?"

Xiang Bei sat on the piano bench and asked questions for 10 minutes. Dong Xun was amazed by his patience, got up and walked behind him, and said, "Xiang Bei, do you really want to learn piano?"

"Think about it," Xiang Bei nodded, "I'll learn as you teach."

"If I don't teach, you won't learn?" Dong Xun asked.

Xiang Bei turned around and raised his hands to hold his wrists, saying, "You will definitely teach me."

Dong Xun sighed, looking down on his lack of principle in front of Xiang Bei from the bottom of his heart, he shook off Xiang Bei's hand and sat on the piano bench, resting his hands on the keys and moving his fingers, playing a smooth melody.

"You are so busy at work, do you have time to study?"

Xiang Bei smiled and said, "Do you think I'm busy these days?"

Dong Xun glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and said, "Then learn."

"How many classes a day?" Xiang Bei asked again.

Dong Xun thought it was a bit funny, every class had to be spared by him after he got home from work and he got off work, judging from his tone, did he want to teach him full-time?

Dong Xun then shook his head: "One session a day is enough, in fact, about three sessions a week is enough."

Xiang Bei leaned his elbows on the piano to watch Dongxun, with a smile on his lips, and said, "Mr. Dongxun, can't we have extra classes with this kind of relationship?"

"I don't have time, the class is full."

Dong Xun broke his thoughts and got up to go back to the upstairs room.

"Teach me, and I'll pay the tuition." Xiang Bei stretched out his hand to pull him again, "I'll pay for the class hours you teach there."

"Stop making trouble, at most one class a day. I'm going to bed."

Dong Xun waved his hand away and went upstairs.

Xiang Bei sat in front of the piano in a daze for a while, then turned off the light and went back to the room.

For the next half a month, Xiang Bei used various reasons to send Dong Xun to class every day, and sometimes he didn't bother to think about the reasons for a few days, anyway, Dong Xun already knew that this person had to pick him up from get out of class every day.

Zhao Siwen also came on time every weekend, sometimes in the afternoon and sometimes in the evening, and every time he came, not only Dong Xun was there, but Xiang Bei was also there.They attend classes in the study, work in the living room, or watch TV in the living room.

Zhao Siwen is one year younger than Dongxun, and his family conditions should be pretty good. Dongxun looked at the textured black pen in his hand, and suddenly remembered Xiang Rui's gift to him.

He interrupted Zhao Siwen apologetically, ran back to the room, took the pen and came down again.

Xiang Bei watched him go up and down, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"Take things." Dong Xun returned to the study after hastily explaining.

Look north and lean back towards the study.

Zhao Siwen turned his back to him, and Dong Xun faced him, holding two pens in his hand for comparison under the light, and then said: "Hey? These two pens seem to be the same, but yours is a new one, and mine is a new one. The previous one."

"What a coincidence, did you buy this yourself?" Zhao Siwen also took the two pens to look at, and Dong Xun immediately shook his head.

Xiang Bei closed the book in his hand, walked to the door of the study and leaned against the door frame: "Why are you so happy?"

Just talking about pens, where are you happy?Knowing that he made a mistake again, Dong Xun took the pen Xiang Rui sent from Zhao Siwen and put it back in the exquisite box.

Zhao Siwen didn't know what the person behind him was thinking at this moment, and said honestly: "I didn't say anything to Mr. Xiang, it's just that my pen is the same as Dong Xun's, it just feels like a coincidence."

Dong Xun sighed secretly, but didn't speak.

After Zhao Siwen left after class, Xiang Bei sat on the sofa and asked Dong Xun, "Who gave you the pen?"

His tone was not very good, and Dong Xun felt very uncomfortable when he heard it, so he didn't intend to talk to him, and went straight upstairs.Xiang Bei stood up and asked again: "I just want to know, who gave you that pen, it's hard to answer?"

Dongxun was really angry, but he told himself that there was no need to be so angry, that Xiang Bei was such a person, so domineering, selfish, paranoid and unreasonable.

He didn't want to quarrel with Xiangbei now, so before closing the door, he said coldly, "Mom gave it to me on my birthday."

In fact, the reason why Dongxun does not want to recall the origin of this pen and cherishes it very much is all because of what happened that night when he got it.

On his birthday, he and Xiang Rui waited until the food was cold, but Xiang Bei drank too much outside and dared not go home.He called Dong Xun, and Xiang Rui happened to be next to him, so angry that he snatched the phone and wanted to curse.

Dong Xun stopped him, and said flatly, Mom, I'll pick him up, it's okay, birthdays happen every year.

But Xiang Rui said, Dong Xun, it's your birthday, it's different, Xiang Bei is so ignorant.

He thought to himself that it didn't matter if Xiang Bei was ignorant or not, but it was a pity that Xiang Bei was absent from his coming-of-age ceremony.

Xiang Bei knows all the gifts that Xiang Rui gave Dong Xun, but he has never seen this pen before.He was about to catch up and ask, but Dongxun watched him indifferently and closed the door.

The door slammed shut, and Xiang Bei paused on the stairs, as if under some impression.

When he was in high school, he had a group of "friends" around him, who led him to fight, smoke, drink, and do everything except pornography, gambling, and drugs.This group of friends appeared when he was extremely entangled in his heart, and quickly became his "reassurance", leading him to carnival every night, and throwing away all the things that made him think constantly.

Together with Xiang Rui's exhortation and Dong Xun's worried gaze, they were all smashed up and thrown into the wine glass by Xiang Bei, and they drank it in two or three gulps, turning it into extravagant indulgence.

Dong Xun indulged him, and he himself indulged himself, making himself so inhuman and ghostless that he lost his way in the world of luxury and money.

He turned off all the lights in the living room and sat by the floor-to-ceiling window with a bottle of wine, looking up at the crooked moon on the edge of the window, drank half of the bottle of wine and thought of Dongxun's birthday by getting drunk.

At that time, he had already discovered that Dongxun might like him.

In the first year of high school, he talked about a so-called girlfriend, and that "relationship" started from a scandal.Girls are his front row, he always teases others, and often makes people bully and cry.

At that time, he still trusted and relied on Dongxun, and he had been his younger brother honestly for three years from the first to the third year of junior high school.So later Dong Xun couldn't bear to say a few words to him, so he planned to stop.

It's just that he suddenly stopped "bullying" that girl, and the classmates in the class began to spread that he fell in love with her after a long time.

One day on the way home from school, Dong Xun asked him, do you like her?He wanted to say no, but he didn't know when he opened his mouth.So Dong Xun asked him again why he accepted her love letter as a gift if he didn't like it.

Then he immediately asked Dong Xun, what do you think?

Dong Xun stepped faster, shook his head, and told him he didn't know.

He followed Dongxun, and suddenly hated the thin figure in front of him, and also hated himself.

He dawdled, "together" with the girl after a few months, and "broke up" after half a year.Then it was Dongxun's birthday in two months, he didn't give Dongxun many gifts, even if it was Dongxun's, he didn't know what to give.

The important thing is that there was another problem between him and Dongxun at that time, and any show of favor would become a kind of bow.He didn't want to bow his head to Dong Xun.

Xiang Bei took another sip of wine, and remembered that this pen should have been given to Dong Xun by Xiang Rui when he was there.

Dongxun's handwriting is very beautiful. During the "love" period, he asked Dongxun to write letters for him. In fact, it was completely unnecessary, but he still asked Dongxun to write.

The girl asked Xiangbei why he asked Dongxun to write for him, and he smiled and said that Dongxun's calligraphy was beautiful.In fact, the girl is not angry at all, but Dongxun is the one who is angry.

Xiang Bei drank a small bottle of red wine, and he was already drunk. He completely forgot how strong the red wine was, so he went to the wine cabinet with a dazed head to get another bottle.

He was drinking and looking out the window, totally oblivious that Dong Xun had been standing at the stairs on the second floor watching him for a while.

Dong Xun put on his pajamas and came down, stood beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Xiang Bei, who are you showing this to?"

Xiang Bei was really drunk, and he was only a little sober.He patted Dong Xun's hand and said, "The moon is not very good tonight."

"Did you hear what I'm asking you?" Dong Xun refused to budge, and grabbed the wine bottle from Xiang Bei's hand, "Did you hear that?"

Xiang Bei didn't go crazy with alcohol, let alone the wine bottle was snatched by Dong Xun, he leaned on the glass with one leg bent and his arm resting on it, without saying a word.

In the past, he was used to seeing Xiang Bei going crazy, but Dong Xun was not at all used to the silent and embarrassing Xiang Bei in front of him.

He picked up the bottle and poured it into his mouth.Before swallowing the red liquid, it flowed into the pajamas along the receding neck, leaving water marks on the neck.

Hearing the sound of him swallowing, Xiang Bei raised his head to see that the remaining half of the bottle of wine had been drank down by Dong Xun in one gulp.He was completely drunk all of a sudden, and he reached out to snatch the bottle in Dong Xun's hand, shouting: "Are you crazy?!"

Drinking like this, I don't know what he will vomit later.

Xiang Bei was flustered, and if he couldn't grab it, he hugged Dong Xun hard into his arms, twisted his hands behind his back, and finally stopped him from drinking.

Dong Xun felt nauseous in his stomach, his throat was sore like being cut by a knife, his heart was pounding and he was about to jump out, he was hugged by Xiang Bei, smelling of alcohol, thinking about the past 18 years, and also thinking about the last eight years.

It seems that he can't live without Xiangbei.

He was hugged by Xiangbei, leaning on his shoulders to see the cold moonlight reflected on the ground, his eyelashes fluttered and he closed his eyes, weeping.He asked Xiang Bei:

"Do you think I look ugly like this?"

Xiangbei didn't get drunk after drinking so much, while Dongxun only drank a little, so he was naturally extremely sober.Xiang Bei didn't know what the sober Dong Xun wanted to ask, and he didn't dare to answer rashly, so he remained silent and said nothing.

Dong Xun asked him again: "Xiang Bei, when you talk, do you think I look ugly?"

Xiang Bei still didn't answer, but Dong Xun didn't seem to want his answer either.He buried his head in Xiang Bei's neck, and said in a muffled voice, "I think it's really ugly to look like this, Xiang Bei."

Xiang Bei patted his vest, first said sorry, and then said: "I think you look good, Dong Xun."

Dong Xun shook his head and said, "Xiangbei, I can't go on like this."

Before Xiang Bei understood what he meant, Dong Xun stood a step away from him with his arms empty.

He asked, "Xiangbei, do you love me?"

Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, or maybe it was because he had no brains and no time to think, so Xiang Bei clenched his fists and hung them by his side, saying, "I don't know."

After a while, Dong Xun bowed his head and said good night.Then he put the bottle on the ground and turned back to the room.