In the last few days before going on stage, the two spent almost all their spare time practicing in the piano room. Often, they spent six or seven hours together in private after a day.
Under such conditions, Ling Ke and Qi Feng's intimacy and tacit understanding improved by leaps and bounds, and they often understood what the other was thinking with just a gesture or a look.
Of course, the only thing left to speculate and predict is emotions—this is a restricted area isolated by Ling Ke.
As a "straight man", no matter what his brain does, he can't go beyond the thunder pool.
On this day, the two of them focused on the most error-prone measures in the piano room.
After practicing over and over again, there is a place where the rhythm doesn't always sound right.
"In the eighth measure," Qi Feng finally heard Ling Ke after letting Ling Ke play it by himself, "Yes, that's it, do it again... Every fourth or fourth note in four or four beats starting from here, You're playing a little sticky."
Ling Ke frowned and tried a few more times. He didn't expect that the problem was his own. He had played the piano for so many years, and he had never noticed that the rhythm would be wrong when he played short arpeggios before.
"It's still not right..." Qi Feng shook his head, got up and walked around the piano bench, without sitting down, he stood directly behind Ling Ke, slightly bent his waist, opened his arms, and used a posture of wrapping the person in his arms , to demonstrate for Ling Ke, "Listen, that's it."
Ling Ke: "…"
In such a narrow space of the piano room, it is inevitable for two people to practice, and it is inevitable to touch them more than a dozen times a day. Ling Ke has already gotten used to it. If his heart beat faster every time he was touched, he would have suffered from premature heart attack.
But such an intimate gesture was the first time in two weeks.
Qi Feng surrounds him behind him, his breath rushing into his neck against his scalp, like a net, catching him overwhelmingly.
"Is there any difference?" Qi Feng asked in his ear.
"Well..." Ling Ke felt that his voice was erratic, as if it wasn't from him.
"Try to play it again, I'm listening." Qi Feng said.
Ling Ke raised his hand and put it on the same position, flicked it once, and then was covered by Qi Feng, the two palms were placed on top of each other, the little finger was facing the little finger, and the ring finger was facing the ring finger...
Qi Feng tapped his last two fingers and said, "I see, your ring finger is short, and the fourth and fifth fingers are not strong enough, so each time you stay on the keys, the time will be slightly shorter."
"..." Ling Ke only felt that if Qi Feng didn't leave him again, all the bones in his body would melt!
"Hey, this should be a personal habit, and I can't change it for a while, so that's it." Qi Feng finally withdrew from behind him.
Ling Ke breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly retracted his hand and put it on the edge of the stool.
Seeing this scene, Qi Feng thought he was unhappy, so he leaned forward again, this time he switched to the right side, pressed against the other's cheek, and looked at his expression.
"What are you... looking at?" Ling Ke squinted, not even daring to turn his head away.
Qi Feng said softly, "I'm not blaming you, don't be upset."
"...I'm not unhappy." Ling Ke's heart was beating wildly, and the defensive line was in jeopardy.
Qi Feng smiled and suddenly wrapped his arms around him: "Come on."
Ling Ke was so frightened that his whole body almost shrank into a ball, and his mind was full of "fuck off".
Fortunately, Qi Feng hugged him and let him go, otherwise Ling Ke would have been killed today.
***
The orientation party was on Saturday, and they only practiced twice on Friday in order not to consume energy.
The next afternoon, the head of the school's literary and art department called and asked them to go to the auditorium for the final rehearsal.
You don't need to play in the rehearsal, just walk around the venue and find out the order of appearances, the position of the piano and the approximate time of the program.
"By the way, are you sure you both bring your own clothes?" The Minister of Arts and Culture greeted the two of them in advance about the costumes for the performance, saying that if they didn't have them, the student union would arrange to borrow them, but the borrowed clothes might not fit. Can only be worn immediately.
After learning about it, Qi Feng decided to bring his own. Ling Ke didn't have any performance clothes. He wanted to ask them to arrange it, but Qi Feng took the initiative to say that he had clothes suitable for Ling Ke.
"Well, it's all ready." Yesterday, Qi Feng had called and asked his family to send them over, a set of black and a white tuxedo of the same style.
Among them, the black one is slightly smaller. It was worn by Qi Feng when he was not so tall before, but he has only worn it a few times. It is still very new, and is temporarily lent to Ling Ke.
After the rehearsal, the two hurriedly went to have dinner, then went back to the dormitory to get their clothes, and went back to the backstage of the auditorium to prepare again.
At that time, a group of handsome guys and beauties who were about to perform on the same stage were already crowded in the backstage. Most of them were girls, and they were all selected from the best of the best. All of them had good figures and faces. Some sang songs, some danced, and they were getting together to change clothes and put on makeup. .
Seeing Qi Feng and Ling Ke appear, the girls still couldn't hold back their nympho. After a little probing, they found Qi Feng's easy-going personality, and they all came over to take pictures with him.
Qi Feng was almost "rejected", so taking pictures one by one slowly turned into a group photo. He stood in the middle, and a group of beauties hugged from left to right, so he was very romantic.
Ling Ke looked on with a cold eye, now that he completely understood how Qi Feng's "flower name" came about.
—Just do it, straight man, even if your first kiss and the first night are still there, it won't look so splendid!
However, Ling Ke found that there was actually a pretty girl in the crowd who ignored Qi Feng and huddled in a corner playing mobile games.
"Ah, Gu Yao! Why are you still playing defending radishes here?" Another girl approached her after taking the photo, and excitedly showed her her mobile phone, "Look, the photo of me and the school grass!"
"Ah! My radish!" It was estimated that the game was lost, the girl named Gu Yao let out a scream, and then glanced at her best friend's phone with little interest, and then said "oh" with a blank face.
"You 'oh' what, don't you think it's handsome?" the girl said depressedly.
"Oh, I'm immune to handsome guys, so that's it." Gu Yao waved his hand and continued to play the game with his head down.
"Why are you immune?" the girl asked.
"I have a real brother who is also very handsome, the kind of handsome who is angry with people and has countless suitors since he was a child..." Gu Yao said while playing, a little absent-minded, "But, tell you, they are all people like them. Animals with good skins, all kinds of bad things in private."
"Livestock?" The girl's eyes suddenly lit up, "How many livestock?"
Gu Yao: "..."
Ling Ke: "…"
Halfway through the eavesdropping, Qi Feng came back.
"God, the girls are so enthusiastic..." Someone looked distressed, but Ling Ke thought it was cheap and good.
He turned around, walked into the men's locker room, and said coolly, "I don't think you had a good time shooting?"
Qi Feng followed, closed the door, and asked innocently, "How am I happy?"
Ling Ke looked at Qi Feng's face with the same anger and anger in his heart. For some reason, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the other's cheek.
Qi Feng: "..."
Ling Jian saw that Qi Feng, who was caught on the side of his face, was dumbfounded, and he stayed there for a while, forgetting what he was going to say. He couldn't help but let out a "poof" and let go of his hand immediately.
Qi Feng touched the side of his face that was in pain, and was simply depressed.
Especially Ling Ke's "poof" reminded him of the "poof" after he said "the first love is still there", but in comparison, if it was a snickering last time, now it's a blatant laugh.
Qi Feng chased Ling Ke around in a circle, confronted him, narrowed his eyes and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Ling Ke couldn't dodge, so he could only raise his hand to cover his lips with the back of his hand, but he still smiled with crooked eyebrows, very attractive.
Qi Feng felt numb and itchy in his heart, and in exasperation he reached out and pinched Ling Ke's waist.
Now that's all right, Ling Ke is the most ticklish. Being pinched by Qi Feng, the whole person is so excited that he almost jumps up.
With a conditioned reflex, he was so anxious that he pinched it back, and pinched it on Qi Feng's waist, and felt the touch of his abdominal muscles. It was a double-crit attack—it was self-defeating, he almost wanted to surrender with both hands.
But Qi Feng was stimulated by Ling Ke's pinch back, and the whole person became excited.
Immediately rushed over, hugging Ling Ke was a burst of "up and down"!
"What the hell are you laughing at me for? Talk or not! Are you still laughing at me?"
"Ah...haha...you let go...fuck..."
The two were arguing when the door was suddenly pushed open, and two tall boys chatting and laughing came in. They stopped when they saw Qi Feng pressing Ling Ke down on the dressing table.
Qi Feng and Ling Ke also reacted in an instant, and the laughter stopped abruptly.
The four of them froze there at the same time, and there was a hint of embarrassment in the smiles that were too late to put away.
Ling Ke was the first to react, pushed Qi Feng away and got up, regaining his paralyzed expression.
Before the two had a chance to speak, Qi Feng also said hello, pretending to be natural, "Hi, how are you..."
The four of them both said hello. Only then did Qi Feng and Ling Ke realize that the two people who came in were also very handsome, especially the one with pierced left ear, long and narrow eyes and a straight nose, "I know you," He looked at Qi Feng with a smile, his pale thin lips parted slightly, "The new school grass? Is it Qi Feng?"
Qi Feng was stunned for a moment. To be honest, if he was recognized by a girl, he would not be surprised at all, but it seems that boys rarely pay attention to these things, and this person is the first one in front of him.
The other person seemed to have guessed what Qi Feng wanted to ask. He extended his thumb and pointed at the earring, and introduced, "This guy is your predecessor."
... Liang Ruixi
The name flashed across Qi Feng's mind, and he shook hands with the other party.
Regardless of whether it is a predecessor or not, it is always a senior. Qi Feng respectfully said, "Hello, senior."
The other party smiled and said as expected: "Don't be so formal, just call me Liang Ruixi."
Then, Ling Ke and another boy also introduced themselves. Ling Ke was thinking about whether this person might be Zhou Yan, and the other boy confirmed his guess.
Zhou Yan and Qi Feng dealt with each other indirectly, so they said bluntly: "I heard Xiao Zhi mention you."
Qi Feng nodded, as if to clarify something, and asked Zhou Yan in front of Ling Ke: "Last time I had dinner with Minister Xiao, did she tell you that?"
Zhou Yan was stunned, and said blankly, "Xiao Zhi has eaten with you? When did it happen?"
Everyone: "… "
[Interlude]
Ling Ke grabbed Qi Feng's cheek.
Qi Feng: Wow, Coco touched my face, I will endure it no matter how much it hurts! O_o
Ling Ke: The skin is really good, the hand feels really good, soft and elastic... Wait, why did I pinch his face