Being Played by a Top Student with 1-Mil Subs Every Day

Chapter 63: Private letter

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Chen Ge left.

The owls were fully focused in class and ran and played after class. Everything seemed normal, but they were obviously depressed.

Silent sorrow.

Xie Lan was distracted several times a day. He didn't know what he was thinking about, and he didn't even know whether it had anything to do with Chen Ge.

The most indifferent one was Dou Sheng. He refused to participate in any topic related to Chen Ge.

During the afternoon break, Dou Sheng came back from outside and put the milk tea on Xie Lan's desk, whispering, "I have a stomachache."

Xie Lan was stunned for a moment, "Stomachache?"

I remember Dou Sheng yelling in pain when he sprained his ankle. He was so exaggerated that time, but this time he didn't make a sound. He just said a few words and went back to his seat and lay down, his head buried in the crook of his elbow, his other hand resting near his stomach, and he barely moved.

Xie Lan took the cup of hot water and went back home, where he happened to run into Dai You.

Dai You said: "He had superficial gastritis at first, and he gets sick occasionally. He should take some time off and go home to rest."

Xie Lan nodded quickly, handed the cup of water to Dai You, and turned to walk out.

On the way to the office, he clumsily spelled out the few words Dai You said, searched for the description of the symptoms on the Internet, and spent a long time reading before he roughly understood it.

It should be considered as chronic shallow gastritis. Xie Jingming also has this problem.

It would be easy to deal with it if we knew what it was. Zhao Wenying happened to be here today, so Xie Lan sent messages to her and Xiao Ma respectively, and then went to find Hu Xiujie to get the leave note.

The process of applying for leave went smoothly, but it was a pity that Xie Lan himself did not take leave, after all, he was the one who had the stomachache.

When sending Dou Sheng out of the school gate, Dou Sheng said helplessly: "Actually, if it's really that serious, I'll be fine after a while of sleep."

"Your lips are turning white from the pain." Xie Lan pinched his hand distressedly, "I've also asked for three days of dormitory leave and will be back after school."

Dou Sheng hummed, "Then you should go to class obediently by yourself."

"I know."

Although he said so, after sending the person away, Xie Lan hardly listened to the classes afterwards.

He wanted to ask Dou Sheng how he was doing, but he didn't want to disturb his sleep, so he kept worrying about it until school was almost over. Dou Sheng took the initiative to send him a WeChat message saying that the pain had passed, and he relaxed a little.

There was a traffic jam on the road and it was already half past nine when we arrived. Dou Sheng was lying on the sofa that could be seen as soon as he entered the door, browsing his mobile phone with a thin blanket covering him. Zhao Wenying was sitting next to him looking at the computer.

"I'm back." Dou Sheng looked up and saw Xie Lan, then threw the blanket aside and got down to the ground. "I'm fine now."

Zhao Wenying curled her lips, "Okay, you should put on your slippers too. People with stomach problems are afraid of the cold."

Dou Sheng said "oh", turned around, put on his slippers, and shook his phone, "The list of three shortlisted producers for the OST of "The Young Man on the Strings" has been announced. Two of them are from Bilibili, you and Aze, and there is another one called Mr. Jiada. I just checked and he is a powerful figure."

Xie Lan found out about this on his way back home.

Mr. Jiada is a well-known arranger and music producer, 33 years old, graduated from the Central Conservatory of Music, majoring in both arrangement and piano. When he first entered college, he became famous for his original arrangements posted on the campus network. He was often seen in the arrangements of popular domestic films, TV shows and animations. Although he did not join Bilibili, he supported a series of reposting accounts.

The official of "Young Man on Strings" would not stir up trouble. It was obvious that they were going to give the position of main arranger to Jiada, but they opened a PK session, posted the original arrangement demos submitted by the three people in the early stage on the website, and set up a 28-day voting period to determine the position of main arranger according to popularity.

The demos of the three have been released. Aze's arrangement was wrong, but there were no surprises, while Jiada's melody surprised him as soon as it came out, and the difference was obvious.

Xie Lan has never learned professional music arrangement and has always been casual. In his own opinion, he is a little less mature than professionals.

The ticket sales would not be open until 12 o'clock tonight, but he already knew he had no chance, so he didn't care too much.

Dou Sheng said: "I listened to it and yours is still the best."

Xie Lan was stunned, "Huh?"

"His arrangement skills are really good, a short piece is exciting, but it has a strong commercial flavor." Dou Sheng picked up the iPad beside him, "I just listened to all his works I could find. In fact, before he became famous, he was a bit like you, with strong emotional expression. Maybe he has matured now, but he has touched the heart."

Xie Lan was shocked. "Why are you listening to his songs when you can just sleep well?"

Dou Sheng smiled and said, "Let's see how likely we are to win."

Zhao Wenying heard this and said, "I think so too. After listening to him for a long time, I also think Lanlan's is better."

"Is that so?" Dou Sheng rarely agreed with her, "I think so too."

Xie Lan was crying and laughing, "You should get some rest quickly. Have you taken your medicine?"

Dou Sheng nodded, "I've eaten it, my stomach is already hurting, don't worry."

"Um."

Zhao Wenying was right next to him. Xie Lan was anxious but didn't dare to show it.

After all, he had something to hide, and he was afraid that he would not be able to handle it properly and be discovered by Zhao Wenying.

He hesitated for a while, then picked up his schoolbag and said, "Then I'll go upstairs to take a shower. If you can fall asleep, go to bed early."

"Yeah." Dou Sheng nodded in agreement, "That's what I was planning too."

The two of them went upstairs one after the other. When they stood at the bedroom door, within sight of the bottom of the stairs, Dou Sheng squeezed Xie Lan's hand.

"It's really okay, don't worry."

Xie Lan sighed, "Why do I suddenly have a stomachache?"

Dou Sheng muttered, "Maybe I drank the ice cola too quickly this afternoon, or maybe my stomach is just looking for trouble. I've had stomach problems for a long time, and it's almost time for me to have an attack."

"...you too..."

There were footsteps coming from the bottom of the stairs. Xie Lan swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue, opened the door and went back to his room.

He took a quick shower and when he came out, Zhao Wenying was still next door.

Judging from the voices, Zhao Wenying should be standing at Dou Sheng's door, questioning him about his diet and daily life.

Normally she looked carefree, but now she was like a mother who complained about her child not taking care of his health. She asked Dou Sheng what he had eaten in the past few days and criticized him for drinking cold drinks and staying up late.

Dou Sheng responded with "hmm" and "ah" in a low voice, and Xie Lan could sometimes hear him talking.

After a while, the talking stopped. Zhao Wenying knocked on the door and came in carrying some fruits and biscuits.

Zhao Wenying said gently: "Lanlan, have some midnight snack. You kids need to eat something at night so you can study."

Xie Lan quickly said thank you, and felt a little embarrassed after saying it.

The table was empty. He looked back for a long time, thinking about Dou Sheng the whole time, and didn't even open his schoolbag.

He tried to hold back, but still couldn't help asking, "Does Dou Sheng want to eat?"

"He has a stomachache, so he should eat some." Zhao Wenying shook her head. "I know he'll be hungry at night. I'll cook some porridge and keep it warm. If you're hungry, go get some yourself."

Xie Lan nodded, "Okay."

"I have to go on a business trip tomorrow. I put two kinds of medicine in Dou Sheng's schoolbag. Please remind him to take them after meals tomorrow, half an hour apart. He needs to take them for two days, three times a day." Zhao Wenying sighed, pinched his shoulder, and whispered, "Please help your aunt to keep an eye on Dou Sheng. He has a weak constitution, so he has this problem. Now it's summer, so he should eat cold things more vigorously, and it's better to eat them with hot things."

Xie Lan nodded repeatedly, "I will pay attention."

Zhao Wenying kissed him on the back of his head and said, "Same to you, both of you better be careful."

After Zhao Wenying left, Xie Lan wanted to go next door to see Dou Sheng and stay alone with him for a while.

But Zhao Wenying would go upstairs to see Dou Sheng every once in a while. From the time he came back at 9:30 until almost 12 o'clock, Xie Lan would prick up his ears to listen to any movement next door and always found an opportunity.

It was just past twelve o'clock, and it had been more than ten minutes since the last time Zhao Wenying made any movement. Xie Lan had just made up her mind to go next door to see her boyfriend. As soon as she opened the door, she met Zhao Wenying at the door.

Xie Lan: “…”

Zhao Wenying was about to knock on Dou Sheng's door with hot water in her hand when she heard in surprise, "Lanlan is still awake."

Xie Lan: "Well... go to bed now."

Go back to the house, close the door, and turn off the lights.

Dou Sheng's voice came from next door, "I'm really fine..."

"Nothing?" Zhao Wenying said in a cheerful tone, "If you have something wrong, just bear with it. If you really have an ulcer and need a gastroscopy, just suffer!"

The phone vibrated.

-Doctor Dou: Go to sleep... My mother's love bursts out

Xie Lan sighed, lay down on the bed, and looked at the words on the screen in the dark.

-Terminally Ill: Are you really okay

-Doctor Dou: Well, there may be something wrong with my ears. I have been listening to too much nagging and there is an echo in my ears.

Xie Lan laughed softly a few times.

-Terminally ill: I'm fine, Auntie.

-Doctor Dou: Are you okay? I was afraid you would miss Aunt Xiao.

Xie Lan was stunned for a moment when he saw the word "Xiao".

In the past two years since Xiao Langjing left, every time he saw other mothers expressing their concern, he would feel more or less relieved, but not this time.

-Terminally Ill: I'm fine, I just want to be alone with you for a while.

-Doctor Dou: Yeah, me too, I want a boyfriend.

- Doctor Dou: Cat Crying.gif

Zhao Wenying suddenly raised her voice, "Can you please listen to me or are you playing with your phone?"

Xie Lan's hands trembled, and he quickly stuffed the phone under his pillow, not daring to send any more messages.

Fortunately, Zhao Wenying didn't have the habit of looking through her children's mobile phones, so she said, "Wait a moment, I'll fill a hot water bottle for you. Maybe we can turn on the air conditioner tonight."

After a long time, WeChat vibrated again.

Dou Sheng shared a violin piece and said: Good night, boyfriend.

Xie Lan replied: Good night.

He put on his headphones and closed his eyes, but he couldn't fall asleep immediately.

It was only today that he suddenly realized that he and Dou Sheng had always lived in a free environment.

Zhao Wenying was usually at home, so they could stick together anytime and anywhere, whether at home or at school. This was the first time that he wanted to see her but was too nervous to do so.

But the more worried I am, the more itchy I feel.

The earphones were filled with the elegant and soothing sound of a violin. Xie Lan tossed and turned for several times before finally falling asleep.

But he did not sleep well. It started to rain outside at night and a low thunder rolled by, waking him up suddenly.

01:45.

The white light of the mobile phone was shining brightly in the dark night, and there was a small red dot on WeChat.

It was sent by Dou Sheng one hour after they said goodnight to each other.

-Doctor Dou: I miss you.

The three small words on the screen made Xie Lan's heart beat slower.

The rain outside the window is noisy, but the rainy night is very quiet.

There was no movement from next door, so Dou Sheng was probably asleep too. Xie Lan hesitated for a moment, but still replied.

-Very ill: I woke up and it was raining outside. I went to get some water.

-Terminally Ill: Me too.

He put down his phone, sighed uncontrollably, and rubbed his cheeks hard.

We live next door to each other, yet it turned out like this.

He got out of bed wordlessly, picked up the water cup and pushed the door open to go out.

The soft-soled slippers made no sound on the ground. Wutong walked with Xie Lan, sticking to his feet. This cat was always aloof, but a little clingy. Whenever Xie Lan was around, it would always follow him, accompanying him wherever he went, rubbing Xie Lan's ankles with its soft fur. Its temperament was a bit like Dou Sheng's.

The man and the cat went downstairs together. Xie Lan didn't turn on the light, but used his cell phone to light it up.

Just after he went down a few steps, there was a thunder outside. He suddenly felt that the thunder somewhere behind him was subtly clearer than that coming from other directions.

Xie Lan's heart moved, he looked back, and sure enough, he saw Dou Sheng appear.

Dou Sheng was wearing plaid pajamas, a familiar black vest, and his hair was a little messy.

He stood at the top of the stairs with a cell phone in his hand and curled his lips at Xie Lan.

Wutong rarely made a soft call, and it was hard to tell whether it was a mia or a ying, as if it was acting coquettishly to humans.

There was a muffled thunder outside, but Xie Lan's mood suddenly became better.

He turned around and went upstairs silently. Standing at the top of the stairs, he whispered, "Does your stomach hurt?"

"It's been hurting for a long time." Dou Sheng sighed, a trace of melancholy in his eyes, "If I had known you would come back, it's rare for you to get sick, I thought I could get comfort from my boyfriend."

Rarely get sick

Xie Lan was helpless and whispered, "Hu Xiujie said that you were also ill in your freshman year of high school, so he approved three days of leave for you to study in the evening."

Dou Sheng hummed, "It's an old problem since I was a virgin. It comes back easily. Every time it comes back, I'll be in pain for three to five days."

Speaking of the first time, Xie Lan couldn't help but think about Dou Sheng's father. Dou Sheng seemed to know what he was thinking, squeezed his hand, and took the initiative to say: "People really can't treat their bodies badly just because they are in a good mood. The mood will be good, but the body will not recover. It's a big loss."

Xie Lan hummed, remained silent for a moment, and suddenly frowned.

It has been a long time since I mentioned Dou Sheng’s past.

After returning from the Three Gorges, the relationship between him and Dou Sheng became a little subtle.

They were very intimate, secretly hugging and kissing at several moments, intentionally or unintentionally, with their hearts beating and throbbing.

But he seemed to be very cautious, Dou Sheng seemed to be carefully maintaining a thin layer of window paper, not daring to break it. And Xie Lan was always in a hurry and forgot to investigate further, and he didn't realize that it had been almost a month.

It was not until this old incident was brought up again that Xie Lan suddenly remembered something.

He looked at Dou Sheng for a while and asked casually, "How did you feel so good at that time?"

According to Dou Sheng’s previous statements, it was most likely what he called “light”.

Who is Guang

Dou Sheng was stunned, "Huh?"

Xie Lan didn't say anything, just looked at him. After a while, Dou Sheng lowered his voice and said "Ah", "He is a violinist. I listened to his music every day. He accompanied me for a long time, and gradually I got better."

Playing the violin.

Xie Lan suddenly recalled Dou Sheng's fabricated secret crush on her, and a trace of unspeakable concern arose in his heart.

After the confession, he once thought that the man playing the violin was referring to himself.

He frowned and looked at Dou Sheng, who then said, "It's my friend who's great at playing the violin. But I know him, and he knows me, so... I don't know if you've heard of him, his name is Paganini."

Xie Lan was shocked, not daring to believe his ears, "Niccolo Paganini?"

"Ah." Dou Sheng nodded. "I think so. He's a foreigner. Do you know him?"

Xie Lan: “…”

Paganini, an early Romantic composer and one of the most famous violinists in history.

He instinctively thought that Dou Sheng was teasing him, but when he mentioned this "light", Dou Sheng's expression suddenly became pious. He poked his phone twice and opened a playlist called "Paganini's Masterpieces: 24 Caprices" on a certain music app for him to see.

"Look, this is the guy. It was listening to him playing the violin that helped me get out of my depression."

Xie Lan's eyes trembled: "This... should be a cover by someone else, because..."

Dou Sheng looked innocent, "Why?"

Xie Lan clenched his fists.

Because he is dead.

If I remember correctly, he died in 1840.

He couldn't describe the pity he felt for the music idiot at this moment. Although his heart suddenly felt at ease, he still felt confused by the world.

His Adam's apple moved, and he whispered, "Forget it, don't mention him. I'll go downstairs to get some hot water and bring you a cup."

As he was about to go downstairs, he turned around when Dou Sheng suddenly put his arm around his waist, holding him back and whispered, "Have a drink of water."

The room was quiet, and Dou Sheng whispered in his ear: "When you are sick, you just want your boyfriend to comfort you."

There was silence for a moment.

Xie Lan narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered, "How do you want to comfort me?"

Dou Sheng didn't respond. He used his arm to hold Xie Lan back two steps. Xie Lan leaned his back against the white wall. Dou Sheng rubbed his hips for a while with one hand, then leaned over to kiss him.

They had kissed a few times in the past few weeks, but they were only light kisses because Xie Lan would react to a light kiss, and once he reacted, he would become a little agitated, and he would push Dou Sheng away.

But maybe it was because I wanted to see you all night but ended up being hooked by you.

Dou Sheng held the back of his head with his hands and continued to deepen the kiss. Xie Lan also tried to respond, closing his eyes and listening to the intertwined breaths of the two, as well as the heartbeats that were so close to each other through two layers of cloth.

After a long time, as if they had used up the last bit of oxygen stored in their bodies, they let go of each other at the same time.

There was a roar of rain outside, but the house was dark and quiet. Only when Xie Lan let go of him did he feel his cheeks burning, the corners of his mouth a little painful, and his hands and feet weak.

The dark eyes on his face were absent-minded for a moment.

Dou Sheng spoke, his voice low and a little hoarse, "You..."

Just as he opened his mouth, the door handle of the master bedroom downstairs suddenly clicked.

Wutong turned around and ran back immediately after hearing the noise. Xie Lan's blood began to flow backwards. Seeing the door handle pressed to the bottom, he almost instinctively turned around and followed Wutong back.

The moment the door opened, Xie Lan hadn't reached the blind spot yet, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Dou Sheng slipping on the spot and skilfully sliding out of the top step without his ankle hitting any hard objects. His body fell down, and before he fell his hands had already reached down to make a cushioning gesture in advance.

Before he could react, he saw Dou Sheng fall down from the stairs.

Perhaps it was because of his standard posture, he fell down one step at a time, with the right pace and a steady posture, and fell to the feet of Zhao Wenying who had just walked out of the house, with tons, tons, tons, tons.

When Zhao Wenying turned around, Dou Sheng was almost on the ground, so her sight was naturally drawn to him. When she raised her head in shock to look at the top of the stairs, Xie Lan had already hidden in a corner that she could not see.

"Son?!"

Dou Sheng sighed and complained, "Mom, why did you go out so suddenly? I was so scared that I slipped."

Xie Lan: “…”

He pinched his thigh, pursed his lips tightly, and pushed open his door silently.

Wutong slipped in through the crack in the door, and Xie Lan followed him in and closed the door silently.

I was almost caught.

But he didn't get caught, so he still made money.

Xie Lan suddenly felt satisfied.

The corner of his lip was a little sore from the kiss just now, so he walked into the bathroom, turned on the light and checked, and found that the area near the corner of his lip was slightly swollen, and it was very obvious.

He couldn't help but feel a little worried, but he could only hope that there were no marks on Dou Sheng's mouth, or that he could turn on the lights and avoid being discovered.

It’s past two in the morning.

Xie Lan finally felt relieved when he heard Dou Sheng being escorted back to his room by Zhao Wenying to sleep.

Feeling sleepy, he endured the drowsiness and sent Dou Sheng an emoticon of a cat toasting. When he exited, his fingertips trembled. He carefully opened Bilibili and the page stopped at the private message list.

In the private message from a stranger at the top, there seems to be an "original" keyword in the small window.

Xie Lan's vision was blurred, so he clicked it casually.

Lord in Black: How many of the original arrangements you uploaded on the creative voting page for “Young Man on Strings,” which requires original creations, are original

Um

what

So confusing.

Xie Lan pulled the phone closer, trying to read the sentence clearly.

But before the phone reached him, his vision went blurry, his thoughts struggled for half a second, and he raised his wrist and threw the phone away.

Whatever. I’m so sleepy.