quadruple sleep

Chapter 280 I'll Warm You Up Slowly
Hang Si's words made Nian Baixiao stunned for a long time. Seeing this, Hang Si sighed and said, "Nian Baixiao, I have opened a window for you, you must not close the window again, if that happens, even the gods in heaven can't help you."

Nian Baixiao finally went upstairs carrying a pot of water, and said nothing before leaving. The silence made Hang Si feel uneasy, and he asked Lu Nanshen, "Do you think he can figure it out?"

Lu Nan thought for a moment and said, "I'm afraid he's wondering what window you opened for him."

Hang Si's head hurt even more after hearing this, and she curled up on the sofa and sighed. Seeing that she was really in pain, Lu Nanshen raised his hand to stroke her head, "Don't think about anything. If you can't sleep in your room, sleep here first. I'll accompany you."

The sofa was large and comfortable. Hang Si leaned on it and thought for a while, then asked Lu Nanshen, "What's your best instrument?"

Everyone in the band says he's good at his instrument, but he can't be good at everything.

Lu Nanshen smiled at her and asked, "What instrument do you want to listen to?"

Hang Si was curious, "You will do what I say?"

"Then tell me."

Hang Si thought about it for a long time, and finally said, "Let's go with the violin."

Lu Nanshen raised his eyebrows slightly, perhaps because he didn't expect that she could talk about some niche instruments. Hang Si hugged a large pillow, resting her chin on it, with long hair draped over her shoulders, and her oval face between her hair was as white as the bright moon, but she looked a bit delicate. She said, "As for me, I heard you play the cello to sell your skills in Xi'an, and I also saw you teach Jiang Yu, Bai Hao and others a lesson in school, but I haven't heard you play the violin yet."

Lu Nanshen thought about what happened in the Xi'an Inn. Looking back now, who would have thought that everything was as if destined.

"Why do I feel like you are questioning my ability to guide you?" he laughed.

Hang Si smiled, "Then why don't you let people talk about it if you haven't heard it?"

"Now?"

Hang Si tilted his head slightly. There was a clock on the wall. The faint moonlight was offset on the dial. It was quite late.

“The piano room is well soundproofed.”

Besides, whether it is Nian Baixiao or Fang Sheng, they have ordinary hearing ability and it won’t affect them.

Lu Nanshen gave her enough emotional value, and his tone was compromising and doting, "Okay, if you want to check, I'll pull it for you."

Hang Si nodded lazily.

Lu Nanshen stood up and saw that she was still lying there motionless, so he asked her what was wrong. Hang Si sighed, "I want to listen to you play the violin, but I don't want to move at all. What should I do?"

The intention is obvious.

Lu Nanshen suppressed his laughter and sat down again, his back facing her, "Come up."

"I'm so sorry." Hang Si said this, but his body was very honest. He threw the pillow aside and climbed onto his back.

His strong and broad back gives people an inexplicable sense of security.

It was the late night, and there were not many people who could accompany Hang Si in going crazy. The key point was that Hang Si was not crazy at ordinary times.

In the piano room, there is still the same practice piano.

When Lu Nanshen picked up the zither and played the notes as gracefully as water, Hang Si was impressed by just the first few notes.

Although she knew it was her own problem, Hang Si would still use practicing the violin as an excuse from time to time. However, at this moment, she was completely clear-headed. Whether she played well or not had nothing to do with the violin, it was only related to her personal ability. Hang Si just listened quietly. After listening to the song, she said, "Lu Nanshen, you have already hit me with a dimensionality reduction attack."

Lu Nanshen smiled, "You just encountered some difficulties temporarily. Believe me, your talent in violin is higher than mine."

Hang Si smiled bitterly, "Relying on my hearing ability?"

"Music is not just about listening to music, Hanghang. Your feeling for music is the key, and this is also the biggest advantage of talented players."

Hang Si had been drinking some alcohol before, so he was a little confused at this moment, and his behavior was more lively than usual. After hearing this, she smiled and covered her lips, "Even if these words are just comfort, I am very happy."

Lu Nanshen smiled and shook his head. "It's not a consolation, Hanghang. I won't joke about my band. If you really don't have that ability, I won't show favoritism even if we have a good relationship."

Hang Si rested his chin on his hand and tilted his head slightly to look at him, "Well, I believe it for now."

Seeing her confused look, he raised his hand and gently rubbed her head, "Are you sleepy?"

Hang Si closed his eyes slightly and nodded lazily, "A little bit."

Lu Nanshen pulled her down and laid her down, resting her head on his thigh. His thumb gently stroked her forehead, "What else do you want to hear?"

Hang Si felt more at ease with his head resting on him, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred, "Hmm... serenade."

Hypnosis.

Lu Nanshen laughed softly, "Okay."

She felt that his voice was more hypnotic in such a night, deep, magnetic, and peaceful like the vast deep sea, so quiet that it made people intoxicated. She also thought that Lu Nanshen had become a song request machine. If the other members of the band knew about this, they would be shocked.

The serenade was melodious, but it felt different from what you usually hear. Hang Si thought vaguely that he was right. There was no absolute way to play a piece of music. The feeling of the music was the most important.

She felt that, well, she finally understood why so many great musicians in the orchestra were willing to be recruited by Lu Nanshen.

Slowly, her thoughts drifted away with every note, and she thought to herself: I will be like this one day.

The serenade was not even halfway through.

When Lu Nanshen lowered his head to look, the girl had fallen asleep with her knees bent over.

Lu Nanshen put the violin aside quietly, his eyes resting quietly on Hang Si's face. The basement light was on, not bright, but simulating the moonlight, adding a bit of warmth between her brows. He remembered the evaluation of Hang Si by the old man in the orchestra: the girl is pretty, but her eyes are cold, even when she smiles, it seems as if the warmth is sealed.

He told the old man in the orchestra that she was not cold, she just didn't know how to express it.

After her childhood experiences and the experience of being imprisoned by Qiao Yuan two years ago, Lu Nanshen suddenly felt that her life experiences did not seem to be as sweet as those of her peers. There were so many people who hurt her, but she was still trying to live and live towards the sun, because she was trying to reach those warmth.

Lu Nanshen stroked her head gently, feeling warm.

It doesn’t matter, don’t be afraid if you feel cold-hearted. I will slowly help you warm up.
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On the last day of winter vacation, Fang Sheng and Hang Si both had classes, Nian Baixiao had a class in the afternoon, and Lu Nanshen went to the Conservatory of Music for classes.

Jiang Yu went back to school the night before, so the four of them just sat in one car. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Xiao came as soon as breakfast time was over, riding a heavy motorcycle, looking very stylish and eye-catching.

He came to pick Fang Sheng up for school and greeted them very openly. To be honest, the motorcycle is really cool, and it has been modified in the later period. It is quite cool overall, especially the tail, which is slightly raised.

In this way, the person sitting in the back will stick closely to the back of the person in front due to inertia, which is quite intimate.