Follow the sound and follow the way

Not only is Mu Kang's composing skills not old, but his skills in attracting bees and butterflies has not declined.Several unruly female performers are gearing up to pursue Mr. Mu, but the composer's whereabouts are erratic, and he has never appeared in rehearsals since he surrendered.

The ladies were dissatisfied, and asked Lin Yan when Mr. Mu would come again.

Lin Yan held the score between his fingers, and dispelled the eagerness of the ladies: "I shouldn't be here until the day of the performance."

Ladies: "Why?"

Lin Yan said nonsense calmly: "He has something to do."

There is nothing important about Mu Kang who is elusive.

Wang Junfeng took over a film soundtrack job for him. Mu Kang wrote music, played the piano, cooked rice, and planted flowers at home every day. He lived a leisurely life and had time to stroll in the rehearsal hall.

He just did what he said, and since he agreed to Lin Yan, he never interfered again.

It was the first time in Mu's life that talented scholar Mu had been bullied like this. Even if the object was Lin Yan, he still felt a little uncomfortable, a little aggrieved, and a little curious.

He had nowhere to vent his strength, so he had to work hard to feed the three-year-old child, changing the pattern with painstaking efforts, Italian, French, Japanese, and Chinese in turn, and always mixing and matching.

Lin Yan looked at the plates on the table and said hesitantly, "Grilled salmon?"

Mu Kang: "Wrong."

Lin Yan: "Braised salmon?"

Mu Kang: "No, there is one more chance."

Lin Yan looked at it carefully: "Teriyaki salmon."

Mukang: "No, fine wine."

Lin Yan picked up the wine glass and drank the red wine in one gulp, and asked, "What the hell is it?"

Mukang: "Fried salmon."

Lin Yan: "... Is there any difference from teriyaki?"

Mu Kang: "There's a big difference, try it."

This is a new game developed by Mu Kang recently with ulterior motives. It is called "Help Lin Sansui improve his Chinese level", but it is actually a naive act of revenge.

Every time he invented a new dish, he asked Lin Yan to guess the name of the dish with great interest. There were three chances in total. If he guessed wrong, he would be punished with alcohol. The rule was that he could only use Chinese, not English.

This trick is really insidious.

Lin Yan, the banana man, could not speak so many Chinese words. He made mistakes every time and was fined with alcohol every time, but he never gave up every time.

Of course Lin Yan knew that Mu Kang felt uncomfortable because of "L'étranger", so he tried to follow his sweetheart in everything, guessing the name of the dish and punishing him with alcohol, it's not a big deal, as long as Mu Kang is happy.

If silence is guilty, Lin Yan has been guilty for many years.He devised a plan of redemption for himself, naive and grandiose.

Time flows silently, silently passing through Lin Yan's fingertips.He can't grasp the beautiful past, can't keep the sweet present, and can't look forward to the lonely future.

Fortunately, there is also music, which helps him condense the past, bloom memories, and arrange for him the memories that can be cherished for a lifetime.

He was going to give Mucom a brand new "L'étranger" as a parting present.

On the day of the performance, Lin Yan drove out early in the morning.Mu Kang spent an hour cleaning the room. When he went out for a walk in his windbreaker at ten o'clock, he found that the last dark blue gentian in the garden had withered.

The temperature in the Swiss plateau dropped sharply, and summer came to an end on this day.

The flowering period was beautiful but short, like the first summer in Switzerland.Mu Kang's brain with a structure different from that of ordinary people finally realized belatedly that he was leaving soon.

He still had a job in China, and Wang Junfeng asked several times insincerely when he would be back; Xia Shu's documentary was about to start filming at the end of October, and he promised to go to Jakarta with him.

Lin Yan, a workaholic, also let go of many things for himself. He only went to Southeast Asia once, and he hasn't been to Africa for a long time.

Mu Kang thought irritably: I understand the truth, but I just don't want to leave at all.

how can i goWho will cook for him after he leaves?Who tends the garden for him?Who accompanied him to study Bruckner?Who went with him to swim in the lake and climb mountains?

Interlaken and Jungfrau have not fucking gone yet.

But the end of the performance means that the work is over, and there is no feast that never ends, so why am I still here to disturb him?

Autumn swept across the town, and the roadside was paved with yellow fallen leaves. The wind carried the breath of ice and snow in the Alps, and rolled up the corner of Mukang's windbreaker.He walked down the hillside to the lake, the sun and the snow-capped mountains were hidden behind by thick clouds, and even the teal ducks that were always flaunting freely were gone.

With the last cigarette brought from China between his fingers, Mu Kang once again fell into the dilemma of no fire.

He had almost forgotten what it was like to smoke. Nicotine could only numb his nerves, but Lin Yan's eyes could make him forget his troubles, which was more effective than a whole pack of cigarettes.

Mu Kang clicked his tongue.There was no one in the surrounding area, and he couldn't borrow a fire or smoke a cigarette. He couldn't relieve his depressed mood, so he had to go to Tim and Eugene's house, which was closest to the lake, to borrow a fire.

Eugen was tidying up the garden, and when he saw Mu Kang, he said, "We'll go there with you tonight."

"Okay, I'll be over at six o'clock." Mu Kang said with a cigarette in his mouth, "Is there a fire?"

"You smoke?" Eugen went into the room and took out a lighter, "I haven't seen you smoke before."

Mu Kang took the lighter: "Do you mind?"

Eugen squatted down and continued digging: "I don't mind, Tim also smokes."

Mu Kang lit his cigarette, inhaled nicotine deeply into his lungs, and sighed: "It's been a long time since I smoked, what are you doing?"

Eugen didn't raise his head: "Nurse. Do you want pansies? The time is just right."

The winter in the Swiss plateau is long, and the time to maintain the frozen soil should be earlier. Eugen is preparing for the garden in the coming year.

Eugen has a garden for the coming year, a garden for the next year, and a garden for a lifetime. No matter how many springs, summers, autumns and winters, this house and this corner of the garden are worthy of his constant busyness.

It is different from the garden that belongs to Mukang and has only one summer.

The smoke, which has always been quite soothing to the nerves, seems to have passed its shelf life. Looking at Eugen's digging figure, Mu Kang's heart was overwhelmed, and a sense of powerless sadness suddenly emerged.

Eugen didn't hear Mu Kang's answer, and raised his head strangely: "Kang? Do you want pansies?"

Mu Kang's fingertips were trembling, and he could neither say "yes" nor admit "I'm leaving soon", so he turned around like a cover-up, pretending he didn't hear, and muttered "see you in the afternoon" while waving his hands.

Eugene: "...See you in the afternoon."

Mu Kang returned home in a bad mood, and the first thing he saw when he opened the door was Lin Yan and his coat on the hanger at the door.He dragged Lin Yan along to buy the same model a month ago, black for himself and camel for Lin Yan.Lin Yan has fair skin and light-colored pupils. After wearing it, he looks so handsome that his turning heads soared, causing Mu Kang to glare at several passersby with obsessive expressions.

On the piano in the living room was the sonata for two pianos that he and Lin Yan had written newly. He was in charge of writing notes, and Lin Yan was in charge of writing terminology.The reason Mu Kang gave for this was "Lin Sansui's handwriting is beautiful".

Then it was the turn of the knife and spice rack in the kitchen, which was Mukang's regular activity place every afternoon.He likes to prepare dinner for Lin Yan while listening to music. French works such as Debussy, Ravel and Poulenc are his favorites when cooking.

The warm details of the two permeate every corner, and Mu Kang's love is everywhere.

But now that parting is imminent, how much joy he once had, how much sadness he has now.

Mu Kang ignorantly drew the ground as a prison, forcing himself into a restless prison animal, unable to find the exit and direction, and lying on the sofa with his eyes open for several hours like a fool, without thinking of a way out.

The clock ticked at 04:30 pm, and the empty stomach protested.Mu Kang got up and cooked a bowl of noodles casually, and went upstairs to tidy himself up after eating.

There are all kinds of clothes for all seasons in the closet, and it is estimated that it will take a whole day to pack when packing.

Go fuck and pack your bags!

never mind.Mu Kang sighed: It's better to prepare for tonight's big scene first.

Mu Kang picked out a dark blue suit with the most coquettish cut, and spent a long time choosing cufflinks, and finally settled on a similar style that Lin Yan had used in a BBC interview.

After changing his clothes and hair, and then putting on Oxford boots, when Mr. Mu left the house at six o'clock, he was so handsome that he could skip the formality and go straight to the awards ceremony.

It's just that the temperament is a bit creepy. I haven't seen him for a while, and the role of the cold scene seems to have evolved into the role of the smashing scene.

It only takes 5 minutes to walk to Tim and Eugen's house, and Tim has already driven out when Mukang arrives.Mu Kang greeted him, got into the car and sat in the back seat: "Where's Eugen?"

Tim: "Looking for tickets."

Mukang: "Concert tickets?"

Tim said calmly, "Yes, he keeps throwing things around."

Ten minutes later, Eugen ran out sweating profusely with the ticket in his hand, got on the co-pilot and shouted, "I found my baby!"

Tim smiled and hugged Eugen, and the two kissed in front of Mukang.

Mu Kang: "..."

What... what... ghost?

Are they a couple? ?

The stupid Mukang not only didn't realize that the whole world thought Evan and Kang were a couple, but also didn't realize that Tim and Eugene who lived together were a couple.His strange thinking palace is built on a logic full of flaws: it is normal for me to live with Lin Yan, so it is normal for Tim to live with Eugen.

For Mu Kang, this kiss can be described as subverting the three views.Regardless of whether he offended or not, he asked directly: "Are you a partner?"

Eugene said naturally: "Yes."

Tim: "Thank God you finally figured it out."

Eugen was stunned for a while, then asked in surprise, "Kang, didn't you know?"

Mu Kang murmured: "I don't know."

Eugene: "We live together."

Mukang: "Evan and I also live together."

Eugen: "..."

Tim: "..."

The three of them suddenly stopped talking.

The atmosphere in the car was eerie and unpredictable.Eugen sighed softly, and silently said to Lin Yan, "May God bless you" for the one hundred and first time; Tim gloated and thought, "I'll see how long you have to struggle"; Mu Kang thought in disbelief: So ...Is there such an operation?

This kind of operation... looks pretty good, doesn't it?

Mu Dacai's thinking was blocked by his long-dead EQ, and he finally saw the sun with his pitiful insight.

A few months ago, in the hotel on the mountainside of Mount R, a talkative storyteller was sent down by God, and he knocked on the door of Mu Kang's emotional intelligence with a casual "partner".It's a pity that at the beginning of summer and the world was just about to bloom, Mu Kang was in a state of being confident and confident, and didn't realize that the emotional imminence was imminent.

Until this moment when the cold wind sweeps away the summer and brings with it the withered autumn.

Facing the overwhelming sadness of parting, Mu Kang's obsession with "I just don't want to leave" is deeply rooted and he came from behind. Unbearable in front of Tim and Eugen's daily kiss, he pushed open the door.

Behind the door is a new world of fragrance and sweetness, which is even more imaginative than Adam and Eve's Garden of Eden.Mu Kang just glanced at it, but he couldn't restrain his sincerity that was just around the corner.

The time was the evening of the first day of autumn on the Swiss plateau, and the location was an ordinary hatchback car on the way.

Mu Dacai, who has never chased anyone before, and has no intention of becoming anyone's partner, opened the most important dungeon in his life story, the dungeon level SSS, which is much more difficult than when Guan Xiaoxiao forced him to submit.

Mu Kang thought carefully: Can I also do this kind of operation with A Yan?

If I were his partner, wouldn't I have to leave?

You can stay with him forever, right?

Ayan...will you be willing?