When Two Alphas Meet, One’s an Omega

Jian Songyi's face was stinking, and Xu Jiaxing and Yang Yue held his thigh and pressed his fingerprints.

He felt that Bai Huai was too stingy.

Say you like yourself?

Oh, scumbag.

Sure enough, he didn't promise to be nice with him, it was a correct decision.

When returning home that night, Jian Songyi didn't say a word to Bai Huai along the way, and locked the code door from the inside, cutting off Bai Huai's way of sneaking into his house in the middle of the night.

It seems that he is very unwilling to play a song with Bai Huai.

Just unknowingly, he still walked into the piano room.

The mansion’s small building is a three-story building. The third floor is a wide attic with a glazed dome, pasted with colorful window papers commonly used in churches during the Republic of China. The sun falls down and looks very nice. There is also a large window. A blow, driving the white gauze, is also very beautiful.

The wooden floor was empty, with only a white grand piano.

Jian Songyi lifted the piano cover.

The aunt who wanted to come home was hardworking and meticulous, and there was no dust on the piano. He hadn't touched it in about four or five years.

He is not a long-term person, nor impatient. The reason why he learns the piano is when he was a child, he saw Uncle Mian playing the piano and thought it was really beautiful, and Bai Xiaohuai sitting in front of the piano, also very much like an adult. Looks like, so I was very excited, clamoring to learn together.

But he couldn't sit still, and was unwilling to endure hardships. In the end, he barely mixed up to the tenth level, and there was no more follow-up. However, Bai Huai had won many championships.

I have to admit that Bai Huai's talent in this area is indeed better than himself.

So maybe there is such a thing as heredity, think about Uncle Zhimian, and think about the silly white sweet Ms. Tang, Jian Songyi suddenly rejoices, but fortunately the old Jian family's IQ level is high enough.

Open the piano cover, sit on the piano stool, step on the pedals, put your fingers on the keys, lay your shoulders flat, straighten your back, and prepare to hand in a Chopin to show off your piano prince's temperament.

Then a few times were wrong.

It's messy, and the hands are bad.

Jian Songyi felt that she was a perfectionist and would not do anything perfect if she couldn't do it. So she lost patience, closed the piano cover with a snap and left.

Forget it, whoever loves to play.

I don't practice anymore.

The big deal is to play a small star with four hands together, which is also very childlike.

Anyway, the art festival is a happy event for freshmen in the first year of high school. For the second year of high school, it is a good thing to be lazy and not need to study. For the third year of high school, it is purely a burden of formalism.

No one will particularly care.

Everyone should review and review.

After all, Nanwai’s exam schedule is tight. It is monthly exam again in mid-December, and final exam in mid-January. When school starts, you must prepare for self-recruitment. The schedule is full, so I dare not delay at all. very busy.

Although Jian Songyi didn't have such a great pressure, in this atmosphere, he gradually forgot about the art festival and prepared for the physics competition that was about to start.

It was not until the beginning of December that the performance list of the art festival was posted, which reminded him of this cruel fact.

In the third grade who was lacking in his own interest, seeing the program schedule of the first grade of grade three, suddenly there was only interest and no shortage.

That night, there were countless hot posts in Post Bar.

"Iron-blooded man mutant literary youth, why? 》

"Are they everlasting enemies or confidantes who love and kill each other?" 》

"Song Ge's hands for playing basketball and fighting, really can play the piano? 》

"Will the concert hall's piano worth 200,000 yuan die soon?" 》

"Please use those clank and iron fists to continue to defend my homeland in South! The war is imminent, we don't need to be silly! 》

"Is everything Bai Huai's fault? After all, Ye Bai Qin Huai can come to the backyard flower when he is near the restaurant"

......

Jian Songyi lay on the bed, scanned the posts one by one, and sneered.

The superficial and ignorant ignorant masses originally wanted to be low-key, they had to force their super-a omega to pretend to be a b.

Rolling up the sleeves, revealing the thin wrist bones with distinct muscles and bones, together with the white and slender fingers with distinct bones, chose the best angle, took a photo, and uploaded it to Moments.

[Such a beautiful hand, probably only used to play the piano]

Cute little Lolo: It can also be used to explore the mysteries of the body.

Xu Da Fool: It can also be used to soothe the loneliness of boys.

Lu Qifeng: It can also be used to measure the stalwart of alpha.

The fortune teller asked me for a 40% discount: it can also be used to catch sheets.

......

Seeing the neatly added one behind, Jian Songyi felt that she had strayed into something outside the law.

In such a comparison, it turned out that Bai Huai was not so brutal.

The next second, [Creditor] sent a picture.

Screenshot of Moments of Friends.

PS: Actually, I think it can be used.

Jian Songyi:......

Oh, real beasts will only be late, never absent.

Angrily intends to pull Black Baihuai, but fortunately, Baihuai's next WeChat message saved this dying relationship.

[Come with me to practice in the piano room tomorrow]

I also know that I have to help myself hold the ground.

Quite a bit conscience.

There is also use value.

Don't worry about pulling black.

Reluctantly replied to: OK.

There is a large art and sports hall in Nanwai, with shape classroom, indoor stadium, art room, and musical instrument practice room, each occupying one floor.

The row on the fourth floor of the Art Stadium by the window is divided into small piano rooms one after another. After a piano and a piano stool are placed, there is no more room for wealth.

Two older boys of a meter eighty-eight, sitting side by side in it, looked a little crowded, as if they moved casually, they would bump into each other.

Jian Songyi sat on the piano bench, keeping her hands in the pockets of her school uniform, looking a little restrained and uncomfortable.

Bai Huai tried the music of the piano and said softly, "What are you nervous about, can I still eat you?"

"Who is nervous? I feel cold and don't want to move. You said that this art gym is so gloomy and you don't know how to install more air conditioners."

Jian Songyi was afraid of the cold, and Bai Huai knew that the temperature in Nancheng at the beginning of December was not too low, but it was gloomy and cold, and it was frozen to the bones.

He pulled out Jane's hand and held it in his palm.

It's really cold.

Jian Songyi is hot like a small stove in summer, and it cools into small ice cubes in winter, not hot or cold, too much air conditioner will cause headaches, golden and delicate, difficult to serve.

Bai Huai took out a warm water bag from his bag, stuffed it into his hand, and then ordered: "Turn it over."

Jian Songyi held a warm water bag like a little squirrel holding a nut and turned around obediently.

Bai Huai took out two more warm babies, took them apart, and put their hands into Jian Songyi's school uniforms and knitted sweaters, and pasted them on his base T-shirts.

Familiar with each other, at first glance, I have done many years and have a lot of experience.

It's just that after three years, the feeling is different this time.

The black knit sweater was empty, and Bai Huai's hand easily pierced in. Through the thin T-shirt, his fingertips could clearly perceive Jian Songyi's thin and thin spine, and he could slide down and slide little by little with ease. Count each joint.

Thin and thin, but undoubtedly, is the skeleton of a mature man.

The behavior that I thought could not be more normal before suddenly became a bit ambiguous.

Jian Songyi pursed her lips, not daring to move.

With acquiescence, Bai Huai's fingers slipped all the way, stopping at a joint at the bottom of his spine, and said in a low voice, "Is that this?"

Jian Songyi tensed her body instantly, and uttered two words calmly, "No."

"Well, that seems to be below."

The tone is light and serious, as if discussing academic issues.

Jian Songyi was afraid that he would continue to go down, turned around quickly, and knocked off the nonsense hand: "Don't **** touch it."

Bai Huai stretched out his hand in front of him and chuckled, "It's a pity that such a beautiful hand is not used to explore the mystery of the human body."

"You want to point your face!" Jian Songyi flushed with shame, "I'm not your boyfriend yet, don't do anything to me all the time, be careful I call the police and grab you!"

It sounds fierce.

He and Bai Huai hadn't confirmed the relationship yet, but they kissed, hugged, touched, and slept together, so it seemed that this omega was very bullying.

Jian Songyi was not satisfied with this.

Although he had almost determined his own mind, he was thin-skinned and face-saving, so he couldn't do things like "Let's be your boyfriend" by running to Bai Huai for no reason.

I've been waiting for an opportunity from Bo Huai, but after Bo Han appeared, Bo Huai didn't mention this matter seriously, and the two of them stayed aside.

Jian Songyi couldn't hide things, and expressed this little grievance in a different way.

But Bai Huai, who has always been careful and considerate, didn't seem to receive the signal this time. He just retracted his hand and asked, "Has his body warmed up?"

As soon as he said, Jian Songyi reacted, it seemed that it was indeed warmer, his hands were also warm, his back was also warm, and the blood all over his body became warm because of the shyness and dryness.

Bai Huai put his fingertips on the back of his hand and tested the temperature: "Well, you can start practicing."

"Oh."

Jian Songyi casually replied, and glanced at the piano score, "Liang Zhu?"

"Yeah. Four-handed play requires repeated practice, but now it's only four or five days. You haven't touched it for a long time. It's too difficult for fear that the effect will not be good. This song is not too difficult, and it can bring emotions."

At the campus art festival, the audience is all laymen, and the real dazzling skills may not be able to be heard. On the contrary, the familiar, detailed and touching repertoire can drive emotions, be safe and effective.

Bai Huai was really thoughtful.

But after the first time, Jian Songyi felt bad.

He used to practice solo music for the first time. It was a bit uncomfortable, not smooth enough, and the details were not delicate, his fingers were not active, and occasionally the sound was wrong.

If you continue to practice like this, the effect will not be very good.

Bai Huai pushed the score to him: "Ten minutes, pass it a few times, remember it, move your fingers while passing it."

Jian Songyi was still very sensible at this time, and he didn't care about Bai Huai's attitude. He did finger exercises while looking at the piano score.

Bai Huai sat aside, having nothing to do, and squeezed on the keys.

The sound of the piano is natural and smooth, pouring out.

Without the sheet music, it should be a piece of music that is already well-known and unconsciously played.

Jian Songyi listened for a short while and raised her eyebrows: "Popular?"

"Ok."

Jian Songyi suddenly became interested. He and Bai Huai didn’t like to listen to pop music, so what kind of tune could make Bai Huai, a person who is used to playing Chopin and Mozart, play it over and over, so that it has formed muscle memory. .

The melody doesn't sound complicated, and there is a touch of sentimentality in the lyrics.

There must be a reason for what Bai Huai likes.

Jian Songyi asked: "Favorite song?"

"I heard it occasionally before and thought it was okay."

"I don't seem to have heard of it."

"Ok."

"Then Xiaobai, do you want to sing one for the master?"

Bai Huai chuckled: "We who are listed in the sea, singing is another price."

"As long as you sing well, I promise to give you a reward."

"I lost to me before, and said that I would kiss it all day, but I still haven't fulfilled the contract. I don't believe you."

"...Believe it or not! Who is rare!"

Jian Songyi teased Bai Huai if he failed, but was teased, angered into anger, and his curiosity was hung up and unsatisfied. He turned around angrily and continued to read the piano scores, with a particularly ferocious tone.

There was a conniving low smile in the ear: "I'm angry again, do you want me to coax you again?"

"Nothing! I tell you, I hate you so much now..."

Jian Songyi's voice gradually faded because of a low, soft male voice in her ears.

It's a song about Liang Xiaowu Guess.

The voice is clear and cold, very light, slightly cool, low and low overflowing from the lips and teeth.

Although light, but deep, it seems that after many years, it slowly settles in memory and becomes an innate part of life. It is commonplace, but it is indulged in every cell, pervasive, and suffocating.

Word by word, it's all so, whispering.

Little children, holding hands, seem to be inseparable for life, but because they are too young, awkward and immature, they still squander their youth.

The most simple and plain piano and singing voice, without any skills at all.

Jian Songyi suddenly got a little sore in the corners of her eyes. Turning her head away, she interrupted Bai Huai casually: "How can you like this song."

"I heard it occasionally in Beicheng. I missed you when I heard the lyrics."

"What sentence."

"You want to marry me in the future."

Jian Songyi pursed her lips.

When I was young, I was very clingy to Baihuai, always following him, pestering him, making trouble with him, saying that he would marry him as his wife when he grew up. For this reason, he also fought with the big guy in the kindergarten who also wanted to marry Baihuai as his wife. One.

But then only three years old, his own beat, by beating, cry chirp go to Huai Bo, Bo Huai put the big man knocked out two front teeth, but they do not want to marry him, life and death are not willing to, Jane Xiaosong was so angry that he bit him, and the two children with swollen noses had another fight.

Later, Jian Songyi didn't think about marrying Bai Huai anymore. He felt that Bai Huai had stopped thinking about it at a young age, and the two were just brothers.

But he didn't expect that what this person wanted was not to be his wife, but to be his husband.

At a young age, ambition is not small.

Jian Songyi curled the corners of her lower lips unconsciously.

Bai Huai was still playing the tune, and said slowly: "At that time, I dreamed of you every night in my dreams, but I haven't seen you for two years. I don't know what you look like. What I dreamed of in my dreams is very vague. It’s all unhappy things. But it’s very strange. The night after listening to the song, I dreamed of you when I was a child. You look very clear and you are all happy things. So when I think of you later, I play this First tune."

"Then when you never heard this song?"

"For two years, I didn't get a complete sleep."

To lightly write a sentence, taking the waiting alone after separation.

He had waited for himself, like the story in this song.

Jian Songyi turned around and looked at him: "I still want to hear you sing."

"it is good."

Those hands that are perfect for practicing piano all the year round gently flow on the black and white keys, hanging down slightly, the neck line is elongated, the thin eyelids are hanging down, and the gaze from the winter evening outside the window falls in and outlines a backlight. The silhouette of the man is filled with a light golden light.

The lips that looked a bit thin, opened and closed slightly, as if they couldn't be more careless.

Only the Adam's apple rolls abruptly, accompanied by the sound of the piano, talking about the love that was never known.

Gentle and stunning.

Later, the video of the four-handed play at the art festival was widely circulated, and it was hailed as the most beautiful male **** on the same stage in the history of Nanwai University.

But in Jian Songyi's heart, it was not as good as this simple piece of music played and sung by the boy who belonged to him in the small and humble piano room this winter evening.

It is only sung to him, only he understands, only he understands the story.

Only him.

He held the piano, leaned over, tilted his head, and bit the apple, leaving a circle of thin teeth marks.

"It's stamped, mine, so I won't be allowed to sing it to others in the future, no one can do it."