Jiang Zhao felt his throat was a little dry.
It was mid-afternoon, but there wasn't much light in his room. He was used to pulling all the thick blackout curtains. At this time, the room was as dark as a cloudy sky, only Xiao Siye's light-colored eyes, like an invisible catcher, caught his sight firmly.
Sweat dripped from the palms of his hands, his breathing became heavier, but he still insisted, "Okay, I'll teach you now..."
"Son!"
Ms. Xu's voice suddenly sounded, and Jiang Zhao jumped up like a frightened bird, and pushed Xiao Siye away.
He turned quickly to find that his bedroom door was still firmly shut.
Fortunately, he has the habit of closing the door casually.
Ms. Xu asked outside the door: "Xiao Han is about to leave, why don't you go downstairs to see him off?"
Normally, Ms. Xu doesn't need to ask about this kind of etiquette, and Jiang Zhao will naturally do it well.
But Jiang Zhao didn't want to waste his self-cultivation on such a thing, and said loudly: "I'm busy, let him go by himself."
Ms. Xu outside was quiet for a few seconds, and then her footsteps hurried away: "Oh, then you are busy, I'll just go and see it off..."
She walked too swiftly, and Jiang Zhao suddenly wondered, "So easy to talk about today?"
According to Ms. Xu's usual personality, she would have to nagging him for a long time before leaving.
Xiao Si also turned his head, desperately holding back the smile on his lips: "Why do you think she left?"
Jiang Zhao was silent for a moment.
From Ms. Xu's point of view, he is sharing a room with his "boyfriend" who is alone and widowed, and the door is still closed.
What else could it be doing!
Jiang Zhao was stunned: "It's still noon! No matter how hungry I am, I can't—"
The words he hadn't finished speaking suddenly came to a knot on the tip of his tongue, because he remembered that the "teaching" he was just doing didn't seem to be so suitable for daytime.
Jiang Zhao couldn't help feeling even more embarrassed.
Obviously he said it, he was not interested in Xiao Siye's body, but it was also he who was going to teach Xiao Siye the "kissing technique" just now.
Jiang Zhao closed his eyes in despair, feeling that his temper that would get angry whenever Xiao Si provoked him could not be changed.
He tried his best to calm himself down, and changed the subject: "Forget it, tell me about your request. I will ask Xiao Qiu to sort out a paper agreement and sign it for you tomorrow."
Xiao Si also smiled slightly, and pondered for a few seconds: "At present, I don't have any special needs."
"Or every time I play with you, you promise me one thing in exchange, how about it?"
In Jiang Zhao's mind, Xiao Siye's request was automatically acquiesced to give resources for one play, and he couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "You are really welcome."
Xiao Si also smiled: "Then do you think it's okay?"
Jiang Zhao stared at him for a while, then narrowed his beautiful affectionate eyes, like a proud cat, raised his chin slightly:
"make a deal."
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Xiao Si also said that he wanted to act, so he really acted very professionally. He stayed at Jiang Zhao's house from noon to evening, and rolled up his sleeves to cook for dinner. He helped Mama Liu cook two dishes. His superb cooking skills won unanimous praise from Lao Jiang and Ms. Xu.
After dinner, Ms. Xu wanted to take Xiao Si out for a walk with the dog. Jiang Zhao couldn't stand it any longer, and pushed Ergou and Ms. Xu out of the house: "Okay, I should go, he still has tomorrow." what about work."
Of course it was Jiang Zhao's nonsense, but let's not say that, Ms. Xu might have to keep Xiao Si to stay overnight when she gets excited, and it will be even more difficult at that time.
Ms. Xu had no choice but to wave her hand to Xiao Siye in a bit of disappointment: "Xiao Ye come to the house to play more! I want to discuss cross-stitch with Xiao Ye for a while, you child is really..."
Jiang Zhao sent Xiao Si to the car when he came. He stood by the window of the driver's seat, watching the back of Ms. Xu walking the dog all the way away, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "You really know how to do cross-stitch?"
Xiao Si also said modestly: "I once won the first prize in the cross-stitch competition of the Film Academy, so I understand."
Jiang Zhao: "I don't know how many surprises you have."
Xiao Si also pretended to think for a moment: "Yes, for example... concert tickets."
Like a magic trick, he took out two stamped tickets from the glove box, and the words "Cao Qing" on them were very eye-catching.
Jiang Zhao was stunned for a moment: "Why do you have a ticket?"
Xiao Si also replied lightly: "A friend knew Master Cao Qing, so he contacted him. Originally, this was an excuse for me to leave your house..."
As he said, he glanced at Ms. Xu, who was almost invisible not far away, "I didn't expect you to help me think about it first."
Jiang Zhao's Adam's apple rolled, and he turned his head uncomfortably, and glanced elsewhere: "So, you want to go to the concert alone now?"
There was an awkwardness in his whole body that he really wanted to go but was too embarrassed to ask, and he almost wrote the words "invite me soon" on his face.
Xiao Si also covered the smile in his eyes, and coughed lightly: "I don't know if there is such an honor, invite Teacher Jiang together?"
Jiang Zhao became visibly happier. He immediately got into the co-pilot, put on his seat belt, and raised his eyebrows at Xiao Si, "Let's drive, Teacher Xiao."
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In the hall of the concert, there were still more than ten minutes before the start. There were many people sitting around one after another, but it was already very quiet, and even speaking they had to talk in a low voice.
After Jiang Zhao took his seat, he started flipping through the track list in his hand, but still tugged on his mask uncomfortably. Ever since he became famous, he rarely came alone to such a crowded place. Every time he went out, he had to bear the risk of being recognized by fans and causing a commotion, which was really a headache.
Xiao Si also turned his head and asked him: "There are quite a lot of people tonight. Is this master famous in China?"
Jiang Zhao straightened up immediately, and began to whisper to him: "Of course. If you talk about the leading piano players in China today, he is definitely among the best. I have been watching his performance videos since more than ten years ago..."
He talked endlessly, his expression was obviously much more relaxed than before, and his eyes were alive.
Xiao Si also listened carefully, nodding slightly from time to time.
Not long after, the concert officially began. The lights in the auditorium dimmed, Jiang Zhao immediately stopped speaking, and all his attention was shifted to the piano on the stage.
Xiao Si seldom listened to piano music, and he was not a professional, so he couldn't understand the good and bad details, so his eyes fell on Jiang Zhao who was beside him unconsciously.
Jiang Zhao's face was very small, most of it was covered by the mask, only showing delicate and deep eyebrows. Those eyes looked at the stage earnestly, the dark pupils greeted the light on the stage, the eyelashes were long and curled up, and from time to time they trembled slightly with the blinking movements, and the small moles at the end of the eyes would also move accordingly, extremely beautiful.
When Jiang Zhao meets something he likes, his loving eyes shine like a pool of broken stars, making people involuntarily attracted to him.
After a while, Jiang Zhao seemed to feel something suddenly, turned his head from being immersed, and happened to meet Xiao Siye's gaze.
He was a little puzzled: "What are you looking at?"
Because the surroundings were too quiet, he spoke in a breathy voice.
Xiao Si also lowered his head, leaned into his ear, and said softly: "I didn't see anything."
It was clearly a nonsense nonsense, but when the scorching air passed by Jiang Zhao's ear, his body trembled uncontrollably.
He glared at Xiao Siye, then turned his gaze back to the piano performance not far away, and continued to enjoy the concert seriously.
Xiao Si also raised the corners of his lips and smiled silently.
By the time the concert ended, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
As soon as Jiang Zhao went out, he was hit by the cold December wind, and immediately lowered his head and wrapped his casual coat tightly.
He looked at Xiao Siye beside him. This man was still wearing a woolen coat that was not warm at first glance. In the sub-zero weather in December in the capital, he typically preferred demeanor over temperature.
Jiang Zhao couldn't help it: "Aren't you cold?"
Xiao Si also stretched out a hand: "You try."
Jiang Zhao dubiously put his left hand in his palm, tried to touch it, and found that Xiao Siye's palm was really warm.
This person grew up without knowing what he ate, and his body temperature is always high. Jiang Zhao noticed it a long time ago.
Jiang Zhao himself, on the other hand, insisted on not wearing long johns for 27 years. After standing in the heated concert hall for a short while, his hands and feet became cold.
He clicked his tongue, and was about to put his hand back into his pocket again, but Xiao Si also caught him.
Jiang Zhao was taken aback by him: "What are you doing?"
Xiao Si also lowered his head, stuffed his hand into his coat pocket, wrapped his cold hand with his warm palm, and said leisurely: "Additional service."
Jiang Zhao always felt a little awkward. In his impression, this seems to be a plot that only occurs when they are in love in some idol dramas, and he and Xiao Si are also two men doing this, which is a bit strange no matter how you look at it.
But after he thought about it, he had covered everything. If Xiao Si was only allowed to act with him, would there be a money owner worse off than him in the world
Jiang Zhao immediately felt relieved: "Okay, I'll give you a raise for a good job."
Xiao Si also chuckled: "Thank you boss."
The two returned to the car all the way, the air conditioner and seat heating were turned on, and Jiang Zhao finally recovered.
He remembered the piece he just listened to at the concert, and while humming in his mind, he stretched out his right hand and played it unconsciously on his lap.
Xiao Si also saw it from the side, and asked, "You can also play?"
Only then did Jiang Zhao realize that he had just snorted. He immediately withdrew his hand, and after a few seconds, he said again: "I have learned several of the pieces played today."
Xiao Si also started the car: "It will take a long time to learn, it sounds quite difficult."
Jiang Zhaodao: "It didn't take long, one song for two or three weeks. When I was in high school, I could practice the piano for more than ten hours a day, and sometimes I skipped classes to go to the school's piano room. For this reason, I was caught by the teaching director every day."
As he said that, a smile involuntarily appeared in his eyes: "Once I ran through the window from the corridor on the first floor, the director specifically chased me through the window, but of course he failed to catch me, and he even twisted his waist. I didn’t come to school for two weeks. Later, my mother grabbed me to apologize to him, and I told him to exercise more in the ward, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to run, so my mother kicked him out of the ward.”
As he spoke, the smile on his face faded a bit.
"I stopped studying music after that." He looked down at his hands, a little dazed. "It was also he who came to my class and talked with me for more than two hours, telling me not to give up easily."
He sat there quietly, his usually arrogant appearance gradually retracted, and he seemed to be full of loneliness.
Jiang Zhao rarely showed such a fragile look, especially when there were others present. Xiao Si also tightened his heart: "Then why did you give up?"
Jiang Zhao noticed his gaffe, shook his head immediately, and smiled nonchalantly: "I don't want to learn anymore. Then I switched to acting, and it turns out that I was very successful. I was the number one in the film academy back then, Mr. Xiao."
He spoke lightly, but the smile in his eyes never reached his eyes.
Xiao Si also knew what he was thinking.
For someone as proud and serious as Jiang Zhao, if he had continued to study music back then, he might have been the top name in the conservatory.
Of course he also likes to act, but the fact is that he has just embarked on a completely different life path by accident.
There was silence in the car for a long time, so long that Jiang Zhao himself felt that the atmosphere was a little hypocritical, rubbing his arms: "It's past ten o'clock, how long do we have to sit here? Come back."
Xiao Si also started the car: "Do you have time tomorrow?"
Jiang Zhao was taken aback: "Yes."
Xiao Si also looked at him with serious eyes: "Then do you want to play the piano?"
The author has something to say:
Today is actor Xiao who loves his wife =v=