Knowing nothing about music, he tried to capture the drumbeat from the notes. He was imagining what Kris would look like.
Krist asked him if he knew any musical instruments. At that time, Singto replied with some embarrassment that he only knew a little bit of piano. Krist smiled and said: "It turns out that there are things that senior Sing can't do. Then next time I will play the drums for the senior to listen to. If the senior can't do it, I will help the senior!"
He spoke so excitedly that Singto couldn't bear to complain that his words were illogical, so he could only smile and nod helplessly. But in the end, Singto never saw Krist playing the drums.
I have seen the appearance after playing the drums, and at the same time, the child was still drunk. Wiping tears on him, saying "I'm sorry" all the time.
In fact, Singto really wanted to tell Krist—what was wrong with you, it was clearly me. You foolishly didn't find anything, and you were bruised all over with gentleness as a knife.
"What are you doing here?" The sudden voice made Singto startled. Before Singto could recover, Off lifted Singto's shoulders and dragged him into the venue.
"Wait a minute, Senior Off...!!"
"Go in if you want to." Off frowned, "Didling, it's annoying. Afraid of being seen, right? There are so many people in the venue, how can it be so easy to be seen?"
Before Singto could say a word of rebuttal, Off had already let go of Singto, blended into the crowd and ran off to nowhere. At this time, Singto could no longer devote his energy to Off. Almost instantly, he was attracted by the stage.
The child was dressed in black, even the mask he was wearing was black, and his figure looked thinner and thinner. He stared at the sheet music without any pretentiousness, and dutifully tapped the drumhead, even as a foil, he looked so serious, and he seemed to be shining against the dazzling lights of the stage. Really, very attractive.
But he still looked so haggard. Singto knows better than anyone that his brilliance is not limited to this.
"Why bother..." Singto heard himself muttering.
You should use your brilliance to attract better people, people who are truly worthy of you. Why waste your time with someone who is average and doesn't love you
The singing of the singers is over. While the referees were discussing the rankings, the accompanists had an impromptu session and each showed a solo.
And the moment Krist's drum stick hit the drum, Singto vaguely knew something.
Krist really did. Find out the shadow of Singto from the vast crowd.
At first his drumming seemed a bit scattered, but it wasn't disorganized. Singto looked up at Krist, but realized that Krist wasn't looking at him, he was looking at his drum. But every note is issued by the same person.
He and his band members were standing on the stage, but Singto only saw Krist. He was obviously playing drums, but Singto felt like he was whispering.
Singto sighed softly, and he turned around.
The drumbeat behind him suddenly became intense. It seems to be venting something, it seems to be roaring something, and it seems to be praying for something.
— don't go. Please, don't go.
Singto could hear it. He can really hear it.
— Don't go, I just want to see you.
Singto has already opened the door of the venue.
— I don't expect anything, you stay where I can see you, okay
Singto knew that he could not soften his heart, nor could he turn back.
As long as Krist is still saying "I like you". Because he couldn't respond to giving Krist the affection he expected, even though he really cared about this heartbroken brother.
Just give up, Kit.
Singto's footsteps are fast. After walking out of the venue, he couldn't help but trot. He didn't know what he was running from.
Give up now. Don't be like him, standing by the side of someone you will never get, being cut by a knife but still enjoying it. This is not normal at all.
He didn't know where he was running, where his purpose was, and whether he was still alone when he arrived.
Give up now. People like him, don't deserve it.
It's not worth feeling sad for him. It's not worth asking for a star-like brilliance.
Singto stopped and took a breath. He looked around and couldn't help a wry smile. This turned out to be the lakeside where he and Krist met for the first time.
That day, the smile on his face was for Arthit. But the Krist in that photo is indeed his alone.
He raised his head and looked towards the sky.
There are no stars tonight.
-TBC.
Not much to say... Well, everyone's KA will continue to be online in the next chapter
11.
* Contains a fake Shura field, please enter
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"...Kongphop."
"exist."
"Are you free?"
When Arthit found Kongphop in a suit and leather shoes smiling at him in the last row of the classroom, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.
The cooperation project with Kongphop's company has entered a stable period. It is reasonable to say that it only needs to be carried out step by step before acceptance, and there is no need to contact Kongphop directly. But recently, this guy has intensified his efforts to create all kinds of "encounters", and now he is lucky enough to go directly to Professor Arthit's public class to listen in.
"Not idle." Kongphop blinked, "If I were idle, I would definitely listen to this class without missing a minute. Your lecture is very interesting, Mr. Arthit."
It has been a long time since he was called "teacher" by Kongphop in private, which made Arthit feel strangely shy. He touched his ears, trying to keep his face straight: "If you are not free, you should go home and rest after get off work."
"Are you caring about me?" Kongphop's eyes lit up. He stood up and approached Arthit with a wide smile, "Don't worry, you are my special medicine, seeing you will heal all my fatigue."
"...Kongphop!" Careless, I forgot how sweet this guy's mouth is!
"If you forget, I will say it no matter how many times." Kongphop blinked, "I like you, I'm chasing you."
"..." I don't want to resist anymore, wasting calories. Arthit glanced down at his watch, the last class in the afternoon, there should be a lot of people going to eat now. Looking up at Kongphop, he said "reluctantly", "Uh, if you don't go home, why don't you come to my lab? I don't want to compete with those students for a meal."
Uh Arthit what are you talking about! Why did you say this after this person said he wanted to chase you! ! Shouldn't this person be driven home no matter what! ! !
However, no matter how upset you are, you can't take back what you said. Arthit could only frown slightly, staring at Kongphop and waiting for his answer.
And Kongphop straightened his back. Even though dusk was approaching, Arthit felt that the person in front of him was smiling like the morning sun: "Of course, I will listen to you."
Arthit rubbed his head, and a smile appeared on his lips inadvertently, which he didn't notice. He turned his head without saying anything, he knew that Kongphop would definitely follow behind him.
He wouldn't admit that he didn't want Kongphop to go at all. He just felt that it was too impolite for this person to make a special trip and not invite him to dinner.
When there is no research assignment, Arthit is usually alone in the lab. At such times, this is Arthit's secret base. When Arthit walked into the laboratory, he couldn't help thinking, why did he relapse for Kongphop again and again, maybe this guy is poisonous
On the way, Kongphop said that he felt that Arthit was thirsty in class and wanted to buy a drink for Arthit to let him go first. Who knew that this person came in halfway, so he knew that there was no water in his thermos. Arthit sighed, untied his tie and put it on the desk, and let himself catch his breath by undoing the top button. Seeing the unfinished literature on the table, he sat down and began to read it to pass the time.
When he came back to his senses after reading the entire article, Kongphop had returned at some point, and even lifted a chair to sit obliquely in front of Arthit. He also took off his suit jacket, and his hairstyle was a bit messy. He looked as unruly as in his own home, but casually within reach. He lay on the back of the chair and looked straight at Arthit, with a twinkle in his eyes: "Have you finished reading, senior?"
"...Sorry." After all, he was the one who invited someone over and left him alone, and it didn't make sense, so Arthit apologized obediently.
Kongphop shook his head. He put the drink in his hand on Arthit's table: "That's right, you can add some sugar."
Arthit raised an eyebrow. He stared straight at the drink on the table: "Pink frozen milk? You think I like this kind of thing?"
"The last time you went shopping, you passed by