Accompanied by sound

He worked hard for a long time, and came up with a few meat and vegetable dishes that didn't look like Gao Qiyin's style, and the vegetables were basically eaten by Le Zhen. The two of them sat side by side at the bar, and almost finished the meal without talking. dinner.The taste of the dishes is still good, but the variety is less, almost the same as that weekend's dishes.

The dishes and chopsticks were easily handed over to the dishwasher. After the two of them washed their hands, Gao Qiyin forced Le Zhen to sit on the sofa. He took out the massage cream from the plastic bag and sat cross-legged on the sofa. .Fortunately, the sofa was big enough for two people to sit without touching each other. Le Zhen turned slightly and leaned back on one armrest.

"Give me your left hand." Gao Qiyin stretched out his right hand and said.

Le Zhen stretched out his hand almost honestly when he heard the words, and when he lifted it up, he was grabbed by the wrist and dragged by the other party.

The wound was just at the tiger's mouth, and it was five centimeters long. It was cut by glass shards when the car crashed.At this time, the wound where the stitches were removed was still red.Gao Qiyin took apart the massage ointment, carefully avoided the wound and focused on applying it to him. After applying it, he massaged and kneaded his fingers within the range of not pulling the wound. It seemed that the strings were still left when he passed the fingertips. The resulting cocoon stays in place for a while.

After kneading with his left hand, he grabbed his right hand again, his fingers hooked a small piece in the massage cream, and then he tried to put the jar back on the coffee table with the other hand.The coffee table was a little far away, and he was sitting sideways cross-legged on the sofa, so he had to throw it lightly to fill the gap that was not enough. The pot was thrown onto the marble coffee table, making an abrupt "bang" in this quiet area A sound shook Le Zhen's heart.And the right hand also came with a smear massage and kneading one-stop, because there was no wound, the massage took a little longer.

Because Gao Qiyin came back as soon as he finished taking the magazine photo, and now his face is still wearing the makeup from the shooting.He was already very fair, so he didn't wear foundation, but just covered up a small pimple on his forehead, and put on some light eye shadow.

It was already dark, and the lights in the room were not turned on. The lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were enough for them to see each other.The moon was perfectly round, and the overflowing moonlight with neon lights reflected on Gao Qiyin's side face. His eyes were slightly drooped, making his eyelashes seem to cast a shadow under his eyes.

Le Zhen knew that the eyes under this shadow were extremely beautiful, starting from when he brightened his eyes and said that he was his audience.

Perhaps going back in time, from the moment he met Gao Qiyin in Huanquan Park, from the moment the other party looked at him when he went up to buy the album, he was addicted to these eyes.

He has always believed that music can speak, and the works of each musician are their narration.

Only then did he discover that it was not only the music that could talk, but also the bright look that could not be resisted by the winter darkness and dusty lenses.

He couldn't help it, he wanted to raise his hand, he wanted to touch the cheek that seemed to be shining with light, and he wanted to see the pair of eyes that made him sink into the beginning.

But when he moved his hand, he was pressed even tighter by the other party, and he complained: "Boss, don't move."

The tactile sensation of kneading is still obvious, Gao Qiyin's hands are smaller than his, and now he wraps his right hand with both hands, pressing and kneading back and forth from left to right.Sometimes pinching his single finger, sometimes almost intertwined fingers.The place of contact seems to be a little hot. I don't know if it's because my hands are warmed up by the other party over time, or because of the glue-like interaction between the big two and the small three hands.

Inexplicably, he felt a little hot in his heart, and even wanted to tell the other party like crazy, don't call him the boss.

But as an artist under the company, shouldn't it be the most correct to call him the boss?

Gao Qi felt that the massage was almost done, so he let go of his hand and reached for the massage cream on the coffee table, but it was so difficult when he threw it over just now, and he still couldn't reach it when he took it back.So he got off the sofa and put the lid back on.

Le Zhen didn't make a sound all the time, but now she suddenly said, "Sing me a song."

Gao Qiyin had just stood up, and was taken aback when he heard the words, as if surprised that Le Zhen had made such a request on his own initiative, then he pursed his lips and smiled, revealing the easily invisible dimple.He put the massage cream aside, where it was out of the way but could be reached at any time, took a few steps and brought the guitar over, continued to sit cross-legged on the sofa, and asked Le Zhen, "What do you want to hear?"

Le Zhen thought for a while, and only said: "Whatever."

Normally, "casual" would be the most disastrous answer for people with choice disorder, because the question they asked when they couldn't make a choice was thrown back intact, and the right to choose was passed on to themselves.

But fortunately, Gao Qiyin felt that he hadn't reached the level of selection barriers on this issue, and this was just what he wanted.

Ever since he realized that his feelings for Le Zhen are no longer simply gratitude to his superiors and people he knows, but love for Le Zhen, he has been planning to probe into Le Zhen's mind.

Although he has always been outspoken and quick to think and say anything, it is the first time he has experienced it in terms of relationships. If he rushed directly and recklessly, he would not be able to hit his head and bleed, and as a boss and subordinate at work, he must always leave a superficial friendship exist.

He had always felt that Le Zhen seemed special to him, so he took him to Long Island, they went to the show together, and he gave him a record, although it was considered as overtime pay, but he knew in his heart that this overtime pay was already paid for. It's not necessary, it's just a gimmick, and going to Long Island is not really forced to work overtime.

However, everything has always had a major premise that cannot be ignored, that is, he is Leyin's first artist, and Lezhen will definitely put a lot of thought on him, there is no doubt about it.

Apart from this point, even if he joins Leyin after it has already developed, if he is just an artist who is no different from others under his banner, it is unknown whether Le Zhen will treat him like this.

With a little temptation, he said: "Sing you a song I haven't sung before, it's a little love song written in high school."

At that time, the composition was still a small test. Unlike Gao Qiyin's current composition style, this song has no complicated tunes. He almost sang it a cappella, occasionally plucking the strings.

His voice was cold and high-pitched, but now he suppressed it a little.Listening to the meaning of the lyrics, it seems that it is a song about the secret love of the first heart, but the tune is not very heavy, but there is a lightness, so that the corners of his mouth are still smiling, his body is shaking from side to side with the singing, and his eyes are not Always on the face of the person opposite, and Le Zhen finally got his wish and looked back at the pair of eyes that had been hooking his heart all the time.

Gao Qi, who was singing the song, carried the emotions expressed in the song at the same time, and was one with the song, so that his eyes seemed to be filled with some youthful love, as if they could overflow sugar water.And comparing the hatchback, it was actually brighter than the moonlight.

This is not a complete song, it only consists of a verse and a chorus, and it was sung in just over a minute. As before, he smiled and asked Le Zhen how it was.

From the moment Le Zhen saw Gao Qiyin in the porch, many emotions flashed through his mind. He was surprised, helpless, throbbing and helpless. He couldn't even analyze why he suddenly proposed to let the other party Clicker request.And these many emotions eventually turned into anxiety, but they were miraculously healed by the other party's singing that seemed to heal all wounds and the mutual gaze.

But at this time, even though he tried his best to restrain himself, he still let out a "hum", and said with a little disgust: "Why are you so young at such a young age?"

Seeing that the fish seemed to be biting the bait, Gao Qi looked away by lowering his head to hide the deeper smirk at the corner of his mouth.He fiddled with the strings, and said indifferently as if chatting with friends: "At that time, I had a crush on a girl in another class, so I wrote the song when I was free."

Normally, Le Zhen would not be able to hear the sarcasm and deliberation in his tone, but now it seems that the entire processing equipment has crashed because of too much data.

Gao Qiyin seemed to be a cat stealing fish, feeling that he had already caught this little fish in his hands, but it was still slippery.So he continued to stimulate: "Oh, it seemed that this song really captured people's hearts at that time, and they always smiled at me afterwards. Thinking about it now, it's still very beautiful."

It's half true and half false, the song was indeed written in high school, but he was a true-blue melancholy boy at that time, and he felt that writing some love songs about broken love could move the world and make a wave of girls, so there was such a song, And the so-called little girl he had a crush on, of course, was used by him to talk nonsense.He still wanted to continue talking nonsense, but Cole Zhen's slap on his head still interrupted his script. The other party seemed a little impatient, and even broke his hand off the guitar.However, he was only holding it empty, and the other party didn't use much strength, so he flicked it away with a light flick, as soft as scratching an itch.

Le Zhen took the guitar on Gao Qiyin's lap, put it back in its original position, and pulled him up with his arms, and said, "Go home and be happy, and I don't want to check what time it is."

Gao Qiyin squinted his eyes with a half-smile, and looked at Le Zhen meaningfully, and spoke as if complaining, but also as if acting coquettishly: "Boss, why do you keep driving me away?"

The end of the story circled around again, and with the moonlight behind him, it seemed to imply something, and it sounded more and more seductive.

Le Zhen turned around and took the remote control on the coffee table, pressed a button to close the heavy blackout curtains, and pressed it again to turn on the headlights in the living room.

Losing the envelope of the gentle moonlight, and suddenly being attacked by the domineering cold white light, both of them were blinded by the stabbing, and the charming room was instantly disrupted.

Le Zhen pushed the person away, and asked without answering, "Be careful when you go back, do you want Liang Feng to pick you up?"

Gao Qi didn't intend to express his feelings today, anyway, the future will be long, so he accepted it after teasing, and replied honestly: "I'll go back by myself."

Le Zhen calmly nodded, and added: "Put on the mask. You haven't wiped off your makeup yet. Remember to take it off when you go back. Be careful of acne on your forehead."

At this time, Gao Qiyin only thought that the other party cared about his appearance, so he became more honest, smiled wider, and the dimple followed closely: "Got it."

Not long after, Gao Qi tidied up his things and left, the door closed again with a bang, but this time only one person was disturbed.

Because Gao Qi didn't understand Xiao Jiujiu Lezhen in the past, he doesn't dare to understand Xiao Jiujiu now, and he doesn't want to take the initiative to understand.

It's rare and naive, as if you can pretend it doesn't exist if you don't want to know it.

As for the little things in her heart, Le Zhen felt for the first time that she was suffering from procrastination, and one day after another would be just one day.