The sound of the flute is very bright, coupled with the resonance of the indoor space, it sounds melodious and smart.
Gu Fei didn't know why some people felt that such an instrument was not as high as a piano. Jiang Cheng stood leaning on the table, holding this small black tube in his hand, which was quite compelling.
The tunes he played sounded very cheerful, but Gu Fei could hear some loneliness inexplicably, not knowing that it was because the instrument itself was the person who played it.
The last note echoed in the jumping firelight, and after slowly disappearing, Jiang Cheng dropped the flute's hand, and neither of them spoke.
After a while, Jiang Cheng raised his head, with an inconspicuous smile at the corner of his mouth: "How?"
"It's great," Gu Fei replied, clapping his hands.
"Can't you speak well?" Jiang Yan took a small flannel and wiped it on the mouthpiece.
"It's great," Gu Fei replied, "Should have been studying for a long time, right?"
"Well," Jiang Cheng replied, and shook his head again after thinking about it.
"It didn't take long to blow so well," Gu Fei said, "It's worthy of..."
Gu Fei said halfway and did not continue, Jiang Cheng sighed: "Yes, Xueba, when can I finish playing this stalk?"
Gu Fei laughed for a while before saying again: "It's really good."
"Actually it's not difficult, it's easy to get started," Jiang Cheng held the flute in his hand and turned it around a few times before passing it to him, "Would you like to try it?"
"... Then I will try," Gu Fei walked up to him, took the flute, "just played it?"
"Otherwise?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"I mean, are you obsessed with cleanliness," Gu Fei said.
Jiang Cheng laughed, feeling that he couldn't take it anymore this night. After laughing for a long time, he pointed to the surroundings: "In this environment, whoever comes in with a cleanliness will break down early."
"Yes, I just took the quilt of the dead mouse," Gu Fei took the whistle and looked at it, and then pressed his finger on the air hole like him. "Right?"
"Well," Jiang Cheng gently dialed his fingertips, "Press tightly, the sound is missing."
After Gu Fei pressed it, he tried to blow gently.
The flute let out a tight and piercing squeal when it turned off. He frowned and turned to the beginning: "Hey, how come this sound, scared me."
Jiang Cheng held back a smile: "Relax and blow, let out the air, don't keep it, the sound is good only when it comes out."
"Okay." Gu Fei bulged, and then blew into it again.
This time it was much better, the sound was loud and long, but listen...
"Forget it," Gu Fei let go of the flute. "Easy to get started doesn't mean that you can listen to it by just blowing two mouthfuls. Just because of this movement, people who don't know think that they have brought Tiao Erha over."
"It's still tight," Jiang Cheng took the flute and rubbed the mouth of the flute on his pants casually, "Look at my face, let me relax."
Gu Fei looked at him seriously, and he played a scale: "Understand?"
"I want to say I don't understand," Gu Fei smiled, "Will you scold someone."
Jiang Cheng didn't speak, and continued to play with his flute. After a while, Gu Fei raised his hand and poked his face: "This slack you said..."
The music stopped abruptly, and the flute in Jiang Cheng's hand was drawn directly on his hand.
"Fuck me!" Gu Fei retracted his hand, shaking his hand while rubbing his back, and cursed, "What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Cheng suddenly felt an awkward feeling of wanting to jump out of the window. He didn't know if it was because of drinking or the close face-to-face relationship that made him feel that the air around him was full of ambiguity.
Gu Fei's voice and the breath when Gu Fei spoke and breathed made him feel a little dizzy.
The touch of the fingertips on his face was only a light touch, the area was so small that it was negligible, but this action still made him a little overreacted.
At this moment, he couldn't tell whether it was a conditioned reflex or a subconscious avoidance.
The key point is that Gu Fei was inexplicably pumped by him, and he couldn't explain it yet.
Hello, I don't like others to touch me.
Because I like men, I don't want to be touched by men.
Hello, Wang Jiuri said that I was forced by things, but it was actually a very correct judgment...
"Wang Xu said that you are forcing people to slap their shoulders," Gu Fei looked at him and snatched his lines, "You are really pretty troublesome."
"Ah," Jiang Cheng also looked at him, "Did you just find out."
Gu Fei didn't speak and stared at him.
Jiang Cheng didn't know what to say, so he stood there and stared at Gu Fei.
After staring for ten seconds, Jiang Cheng felt that something was wrong, and he wanted to laugh.
Want to laugh very much.
If this kind of thing that took Gu Fei a pipe and laughed wildly happened, Gu Fei should come over and fight him.
Therefore, wine can not be drunk casually, it is easy to go bad.
After this thought, he gritted his teeth and did not smile. Gu Fei probably stared at him tired, and rubbed his hands again: "You are not a woman, or maybe you can't get married."
Jiang Cheng burst into laughter at this moment.
Laughing fucking shit!
What's so funny!
A paper cup can turn you into a mentally retarded!
Jiang Cheng, are you stupid? Yes.
While teaching himself violently in his heart, he smiled so much that the table leaning against him trembled.
"Do you believe it or not I will smoke you?" Gu Fei said.
Jiang Cheng covered the wound on his ribs and continued to be happy. Finally, Gu Fei was infected by his mental retardation again, and then laughed.
But besides being mentally retarded, this laugh was also good, and the embarrassment that wrapped Jiang Cheng was finally gone.
Just laugh sorely.
"Hey..." He pours on the sand, "I'm sorry, I probably drank too much."
Gu Feishu let out a sigh of relief, probably waiting for the smile to pass, then walked over and sat down heavily on the sofa next to him: "Wang Xu said he slapped you on the shoulder and you have to do it with him?"
Although the sofa is very shabby, its elasticity is still surprisingly good. Gu Fei smashed like a cannonball, and Jiang Cheng was bounced up, feeling dizzy that he was about to take off.
"I'm not interested in doing something with him." He patted the sofa, got up and smashed it down.
Gu Fei next to him also bounced.
"You are not naive," Gu Fei said, and then got up and smashed again.
"You opened your head first..." Jiang Cheng was bounced a bit crooked this time, and fell to Gu Fei's side. (End of this chapter)