Follow the sound and follow the way

The electronic information screen at Soekarno-Hatta Airport deserves its reputation. Mukang and Louis stood together with a group of ignorant passengers and watched carefully for 5 minutes. They finally confirmed that although the screen seemed to be refreshing, it was actually just switching between different languages. The specific content has always been the flight information an hour ago.

Mu Kang turned around and left: "Go to the counter and ask."

"I told Mr. Mu." Louis said to the past, "the information screen always makes mistakes."

Mu Kang said casually, "When did you say that?"

"Last time, the time you checked information for me." Louis said, "The VIP I picked up that day was Mr. Lin."

Mu Kang, who had never remembered which onion Louis was, paused, and faint memory fragments flashed in his mind, and all the details that he had ignored were strung together in a flash.

Louis: "Don't you remember, Mr. Mu?"

Naturally, this kind of thing that was mentioned in the words cannot be announced. Mukang said nonchalantly as he walked, "Of course I remember the plane from Dubai."

Louis exclaimed, "You have a really good memory!"

The direct flight of the day has flown away, and the direct flight of the next day is fully booked, leaving only one option for the connecting flight back home.It was the rainy season in Southeast Asia, flight cancellations were cancelled, and delays were postponed. Many airlines needed to digest the passengers of the canceled flights. Mu Kang and the counter staff planned for a long time, and finally arranged a flight from Singapore to Yu Arrive domestic route in the evening of the next day.

As night fell, Mukang distributed one of the last two baked versions of Zhongnanhai to Louis.The two stood in the humid night wind of the tropical rainy season, puffing clouds and saying goodbye.

"I wish you a safe journey, Mr. Mu." Louis said, "I really didn't expect to see you again."

Mu Kang: "I didn't expect that the person you picked up that time was Evan."

"It's unbelievable." Louis said with a smile, "Mr. Mu, excuse me, you and Mr. Lin have been together for a long time, right?"

Mukang glanced at Louis: "Why do you think so?"

"I don't know." Louis thought for a while, "You are obviously two people with very different personalities."

Mu Kang: "Hmm."

"But I think you are very similar in many cases." Louis said slowly, "When you play the piano, when you talk about music, when you teach..."

"Interesting idea." Mu Kang smiled. "You are right. To some extent, we have been together for a long time."

It has been nearly ten years since the warm spring evening when Mu Kang discovered Lin Yan.

In the past ten years, although the two of them lived apart most of the time, each other has always been the only thing that is precious in each other's heart.

Even the farthest distance on earth cannot break the bond between souls.

Because it was born in response to music, and music carries emotions, conveys concerns, spans time and space, and never dies.

Mu Kang landed in China at six o'clock in the evening.Looking out from the cabin, the night sky is polluted by neon lights into a dark purple unwilling to be lonely, the starlight is hidden, and at the end of the field of vision is only the icy interior of the terminal building.

As soon as he returned to the home court, Mu Kang was not in a hurry.

The greatest advantage of Mu Dacai is that he becomes calmer as he gets closer to life and death.

He thought about it carefully, and felt that if he went straight to the theater at this moment, there was a high chance that he would arrive just before the opening of the first half, and he would not be able to block people or express himself, so it was really not a good time.

In the first half of the show, he played the "Magic Flute" Overture and Mo 41, and in the second half he played Bei Qi. Whether it was music or Lin Yan, Mu Kang was sure to win, and he arranged the following itinerary in just one minute:

Go home, shower, change, put on lube and condoms, drive to the theater, confess at intermission, have sex after the show, at random locations.

perfect.

As for warning mottos such as "Men generally don't carry lubricants and condoms", "You haven't confessed yet, are you thinking too far", "A serious person like Lin Yan won't like field battles", and so on. Mu Dacai, who had a big brain, didn't take it to heart.

Mu Kang queued up to take a taxi back home, went through all the planned steps step by step, and drove to the National Center for the Performing Arts with a calm face. After parking the car, he took the elevator directly from the parking lot to the first floor.

As expected, the door of the concert hall was closed tightly, and the whole theater was silent.

Mu Kang remained calm.

The "Magic Flute" overture is about 6 minutes long, and Mo 41 is about 32 minutes long. Counting the curtain call time, the first half took about 40 minutes.

He arrived nearly 10 minutes early, only sooner rather than later.

Mu Kang walked out of the theater gate familiarly, turned left, walked 30 meters with the cold river wind, and rushed into the entrance of the actor's passage in Linjiang, so fast that the security guard only saw a figure, and thought it was his eyes up.

At the end of the aisle is a door leading to the backstage, and a staff member sat beside him. When he saw Mu Kang, he stood up and said, "Teacher Mu."

Mu Kang passed cigarettes to the staff, took out a lighter and moved over: "Thank you."

The staff was flattered, and lit the cigarette with Mu Kang's torch: "Do you want to go in?"

Mu Kang said calmly: "Yes."

The staff immediately opened the door: "Please."

For so many years, "Teacher Mu" has not been in vain, at least Mu Kang has done a good job in the human relations work of the National Center for the Performing Arts.He made his way into the backstage unimpeded, and there was no one there as far as he could see, piano cases and clothing bags everywhere.

The music on the stage has stopped, and applause and cheers can be heard faintly, and it is time to enter the encore time.

Mu Kang faced the direction of the stage and took a minute to sort out the invitation.The conversation started from far to near, and the orchestra chief was the first to walk in. When he saw Mu Kang, he was stunned: "Mr. Mu?"

Mukang: "Is Evan here?"

Orchestra chief: "... yes."

Mu Kang nodded, turned and walked towards the command lounge.

After Lin Yan stepped off the stage in a tuxedo, he didn't return to the waiting room immediately.

He stood in a dark corner that no one knew about for a minute, and began to silently read a story about youth and love with "Sleepy Spirit" as the background music.

This concert hall is where the story ends.

Lin Yan lowered his head and followed himself seven years ago to the command lounge.Lin Yan is familiar with the following storyline: he will lean against the door alone and wait for him, like a handsome knight, smiling and giving him a warm hug.

The past is both beautiful and painful, half the antidote and the other half the drug.

Lin Yan's footsteps immersed in memories suddenly stopped.

He looked at the front in bewilderment, and suddenly found that there was actually a person standing in the same place as seven years ago.

What's even more frightening is that the man has exactly the same face as the man seven years ago.

Lin Yan thought blankly: Am I dreaming?

Playing Mozart for so long...was all a dream?

The moment their eyes met, the distance between Lin Yan and Mu Kang was no more than two meters, and it was obvious that taking one step forward was the best measure for communication.

But the two of them stood upright in place like two wooden stakes, neither of them dared to move a step.One thought he was dreaming and didn't want to make a sound, and the other felt his heart was beating too fast and felt that he was about to die suddenly.

Oh shit.Mu Kang thought: We must hurry up.

He took a deep breath, restrained his heart that was running around, and said, "Lin is three years old."

Lin Yan: "...Huh?"

Mu Kang: "Are you very capable?"

Lin Yan asked like a fool: "Are you...really?"

"I don't know if it's true or not." Mu Kang said gruffly, "Anyway, you have to be fucking real, and if you're not real, I'll kill myself by biting my tongue."

After he finished speaking this unlucky stupid sentence, he strode forward and embraced his heart in a familiar gesture, leading him directly into the lounge, and locked the door by the way.

Lin Yan: "..."

Mu Kang turned his head and said to Lin Yan almost viciously, "Why did you run away?"

Lin Yan was suddenly frightened by this series of incidents, and it took a long time before he said dryly: "I thought you didn't want to..."

"I think." Mu Kang interrupted him violently, "When you wake up, you will be gone. I think you can't eat or write songs if you think about it. If you want to drink a glass of wine, you'll be an idiot. Not even enough fucking cigarettes!"

Lin Yan's voice trembled: "...what?"

Mu Kang approached him, and said aggressively: "You actually ran away after finishing your work? Lin Yan, is this how you treat me?"

Lin Yan opened his mouth, unable to speak.

Mu Kang took another step: "You hate me so much? Huh?"

There is a wall behind Lin Yan, and there is no way to retreat.

Mu Kang leaned against Lin Yan's forehead, looked into those shocked eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm real."

"It's true that I miss you."

His heart was howling, strong emotions broke free from the cage, blooming colorful notes, and singing forward.

He added: "You are responsible."

not enough.

He also wanted to get closer to Lin Yan.

He pushed Lin Yan against the wall.

He forced Lin Yan to have no way out.

He didn't give Lin Yan even a tenth of a second to react.

He finally couldn't help but kissed her.

Lin Yan's mind exploded.

Lips and teeth are attached to each other, and the touch is so gentle and beautiful, like a soft feather, touching the tip of a sensitive heart.

A light kiss made Mu Kang and Lin Yan look at each other for a long time, and then they both looked away.

Lin Yan was still in a daze, but Mu Kang's eyes suddenly got wet.

At that moment, he finally understood what it means to yearn day and night, and what it means to settle down.

It turned out that what he had been thinking about for so long was this moment, when the dust settled when he kissed Lin Yan.

Mu Kang rested his head on Lin Yan's shoulder, and silently let tears flood Lin Yan's tuxedo, soaking the past years that the two of them spent wasted.

"I love you." Mu Kang whispered.

He was enlightened, suddenly enlightened, and suddenly felt that in the past thirty years of his life, he had lived like a fucking idiot.

"I love you, Lin Yan." Mu Kang repeated slowly but firmly, "Did you hear that?"

He finally said this to a person for the first time.

He spoke frankly and without defense, as if he was born as a newborn, as if the meaning of his birth as a person named "Mu Kang" was to say this sentence to Lin Yan and express this love.

Mu Kang raised his head, his eyes were still red, his unrestrained and arrogant aura suddenly disappeared, as if he had transformed into another person.

A soft Mukang that no one has ever seen.

He looked at Lin Yan wholeheartedly, the concentration in his eyes made his heart beat faster and his mouth dry.

Lin Yan has seen this kind of focus countless times in Mu Kang's eyes, facing the music score, facing the piano, facing the orchestra, and facing the actors.

At this moment, this concentration is mixed with some strange emotion, which is burning towards him.

Lin Yan thought dizzily: This is... what kind of eyes.

ah.Lin Yan thought again, he just kissed me and said...

Say he loves me.

He loves me.

Like a thunderbolt, and like a holy light descending, Lin Yan finally came back to his senses, the ups and downs in his chest were bubbling and bubbling, hurting his eyes, his nose, and his throat.But he didn't have time to taste the taste, and the passionate and surging impulse was urging him to turn to the customer.

Lin Yan held Mu Kang's wrist, closed his eyes and kissed him again.

This kiss was deep and fierce, not Lin Yan at all.

He domineeringly opened Mu Kang's teeth and bit his tongue, but he couldn't bear to use any more force. He could only suck hard for a while, and then reluctantly let go, and then gently held Mu Kang's lips, letting his breath intertwine.

Mu Kang was so heartbroken by Lin Yan's kiss that he hardened almost immediately.

The two parted again, Lin Yan opened his eyes, his brown pupils were tightly locked on Mu Kang, filled with years of grievances, and full of joy.

Mu Kang's heart melted into water when he watched him, and his emotions and desires burst out vigorously, and his usual hard and indifferent all fed the dogs.He turned his head away with difficulty, thinking, don't look at me like that, Lin Sansui.

Then Lin Yan couldn't help but kissed the corner of his mouth lightly.

The corner of the eye is an uncontrollable smile.

I...fuck.

It's fucking unbearable.

Just like this, Mu Kang felt that he was about to ejaculate, and his emotions and desires rushed straight from the spinal cord to the sky, and he actually had the urge to solve it on the spot.

"Go, go home." Mu Kang swallowed his saliva and said concisely, "Quick."

Lin Yan gently pushed him: "There is Bei Qi."

Mu Kang frowned: "Beloved your mother... Oh, it's okay, be seven, be seven."

Lin Yan didn't speak, just looked at him tenderly.

Mu Kang blushed, and felt a strange awkwardness in his heart.

This is probably... shy?

However, the shyness dissipated like floating clouds, Lin Yan's smile at this moment was as sweet as Chopin's Nocturne in Mu Kang's eyes, he was so addicted to it that he couldn't help but feel shy.

Mu Kang grabbed Lin Yan's hand and put it directly under his crotch, playing a hooligan in a grandiose way: "It's hard, what should I do."

Lin Yan touched it without changing his expression: "Bei Qi is not long, wait for me to finish the performance."

Mu Kang disagreed: "Can't wait."

Lin Yan: "Don't make trouble."

Mu Kang: "It's going to make trouble."

Lin Yan: "..."

After Mu Kang finished speaking, he was so sore that he couldn't bear it anymore, and smiled on Lin Yan's shoulder for a long time, finally softening the lively little brother temporarily.

Just when the staff knocked on the door: "Commander, it's about to start."

Lin Yan: "Okay."

He straightened the tuxedo that had been crumpled by Mu Kang, his mind was still a little dazed, but the situation was urgent, and Bei Qi was ready to go.

He is the conductor Evan Lin, and he has always memorized scores in performances. Whether it is Wagner or Beethoven, he is confident and never makes mistakes.He is the support and backbone of the [-] professional players in the orchestra. Even if he was untimely picked up by a bastard named Mu Kang in the backstage during the intermission, the moment when he stepped onto the podium, Still strategizing, full of confidence, unstoppable.

Beethoven's Seventh Symphony, no title, no frame, whatever you want, anyone who comes.

It was inadvertently infused with the taste of love by Lin Yan.

He was laughing, and the baton drew beautiful and open lines in the air, casting wonderful magic, and the wanton joy infected everyone.

String music softly probes: Do you love me?

The flute replied lightly: I love you.

Very good.All the voices shouted loudly and cheerfully: that's great.

Very good.Li Chongyuan thought to himself, seeing tears flashing from the corner of Lin Yan's eyes.

Inside it carefully hides the most sincere heart in the world, which is transparent and shining, and now the treasure has finally been found by that person and placed carefully, so that there is no need to wander lonely.

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Note:

The BGM of this chapter is Beethoven’s Symphony No. 7 in A major (LudwigvanBeethoven-TheSymphonyNo.12inAmajor). It’s in the playlist. It’s in the [-]th chapter. live version of .Little angels, if you have time, can you eat it? It really matches Lin Zhi's mood!

The Magic Flute Overture: The Magic Flute–Overture. .

莫41：莫扎特C大调第41号交响曲（WolfgangAmadeusMozart–TheSymphonyNo.41inCmajor,K.551），完成于1788年8月10日，是莫扎特最后一首交响曲。