Brilliant

Jiang Haishan opened a bottle of wine and babbled about his history of struggle in the capital over the years, how many people he had been deceived and how many people had framed him, the life here was too hard, thanks to Mo Beicheng for giving him such an opportunity.

Mo Beicheng quickly denied it. If he wanted to say thanks, he was also grateful to Jiang Haishan for taking him in and giving him a job.

Now I am able to overcome my psychological barriers and regain my composure to write songs, thanks to Jiang Haishan.

Everyone was in high spirits, and after chatting for a long time, Mo Beicheng dragged himself home.

He rarely chats with people for so long on weekdays. In the office, Mo Beicheng seldom talks, and occasionally he talks about music, but today he especially wants to chat with people, probably because he is afraid of going back and seeing that empty home Bar.

When Wen Mingyuan was away, the house was like a morgue, without a single sound.

Occasionally, Mo Beicheng played the piano, trying to bring himself some music, but he seemed even more lonely.

The apartment building was almost ahead, and late autumn was approaching early winter. Mo Beicheng felt cold, so he blew hot air into his hand. With the night as the background, he could actually see the fog.

so cold......

But he suddenly saw a figure waving at him under the dim light in front of him.

At that moment, the ice and snow melted and everything recovered.

All the pain and wailing went away with the wind, and Mo Beicheng could even hear the angel playing "Ode to Joy" in his ear.

"Wen Mingyuan..." He murmured that person's name, tears almost welling up in his eyes.

Mo Beicheng flew over and grabbed Wen Mingyuan's hand, "It's you..."

"Yes, it's me, I'm back." Wen Mingyuan tilted his head and blinked his eyes, "Let's talk when we go back, it's so cold outside."

"it is good."

As soon as he entered the house, Wen Mingyuan couldn't wait to hold Mo Beicheng's arms tightly. He groped for the warmest place on Mo Beicheng's body, and then pressed his body tightly against his chest.

"Why are you back? Are you still in another city..." Mo Beicheng asked.

"Because, I want to see you..." Wen Mingyuan raised his head and replied.

Because I said that I will always be by your side, so no matter your sorrows and joys or love and hate, I don't want to be absent.

Let's make a wish to become stars together, then every step you take, I must witness.

"Nonsense... you really..." Mo Beicheng looked up at the ceiling, "You said you... tell me what to do..."

"Little brother... can you play the violin for me?" Wen Mingyuan grabbed the corner of his clothes, "I haven't heard you play the violin for a long time..."

In the many days of struggle and depression in the past, Mo Beicheng's violin was the witness.

He came back just to get closer to him.

"Okay..." Mo Beicheng squatted on the bed to open the piano box, "Let me think about it, why don't I play "To the One I Love"?"

"I want to listen to your favorite violin piece." Wen Mingyuan sat on the sofa and looked at him. "I've been repeating that song for a whole day today, and my head is going to explode."

"My favorite..." Mo Beicheng froze for a moment, "Okay."

Mo Beicheng straightened his back and put the bow on the strings.

Wen Mingyuan felt that this song was very familiar, and he suddenly remembered that he had heard this song in many movies.

"'One Step Away'?" Wen Mingyuan asked after Mo Beicheng's music ended.

"Yes, this song is also the soundtrack of many movies, such as "Scent of a Woman" and "Schindler's List"" Mo Beicheng explained, "I really like this song, and I also like tango... ..”

"I can't tell, my little brother is such a serious person, he actually likes tango." Wen Mingyuan warmed up a lot, took off his coat, stood up straight, walked in front of Mo Beicheng, held his waist, and held his waist in his ears. Bian asked softly, "Can you dance?"

"Since you like it, of course you will," Mo Beicheng bit his earlobe in return, "Would you like to try it?"

"Okay," Wen Mingyuan pressed his forehead, "I'll do the women's step."

"It's too small here, go to the rooftop." Mo Beicheng bent down and made a standard dance invitation pose.

"it is good."

Opening the door of the roof, the moonlight is like frost and water, spreading flat on the concrete floor.

Mo Beicheng took off the jacket that made him unable to move, took out his mobile phone, found "One Step Away" in the music player, and pressed the play button.

Mo Beicheng put one hand on Wen Mingyuan's waist, and held Wen Mingyuan's hand with the other.

The mesmerizing music filled the entire night sky, like the mournful music drawn by the god of death. The broken notes seemed to carry a bitter and sad fragrance, which took away all the breath and smell of Mo Beicheng. Tango seemed to be like this to death In the lingering dance of love, Wen Mingyuan rested his forehead on Mo Beicheng's right brow bone. He closed his eyes. Mo Beicheng could only see the distinct eyelashes on his eyes, casting thin shadows on his face.In that dance song, the violin, which had been playing with the cello, suddenly played several sonorous and powerful melodies. Wen Mingyuan turned his body away from Mo Beicheng, and then returned to Mo Beicheng's arms.

His black hair formed a perfect arc in the air.

Mo Beicheng didn't know why, they had never practiced before, but he was able to match Wen Mingyuan's pace, the two of them were like parallel lines that didn't blend together, you took a step forward and I took a step back, just like the title of the song. There is a step that cannot be crossed.As the music climbed to a climax, Mo Beicheng suddenly felt an inexplicable enthusiasm and surging love explode in his heart, like a fierce and high-spirited symphony, he lowered his head and pressed against Wen Mingyuan's forehead, the two were so close , even the tips of their noses touch each other.They are like magnets that are tightly attached, and the dance steps become more and more enthusiastic. Sometimes they gather and hug each other, sometimes they separate, and then they come back together, sometimes lingering and sometimes painfully separated, just like lovers who have been separated for centuries. The other party hesitated for a moment, and finally hugged each other tightly because they couldn't overcome the majestic love deep in their hearts, which was great and magnificent.

Above is the lonely moon, below is the lingering lover.

A lonely soul meets another lonely soul.

At the end of the song, their eyes never left each other.

Some people say that tango is a flirting dance on the pointe.

Mo Beicheng felt it.

He stroked his lover's face, and kissed his lips lightly.

Most of the few crazy things in his life were done for Wen Mingyuan, and the romantic thoughts he had never had before were all for this person.

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