Thirteen Bass

Chapter 29 [29] Venice

While taking a bath, the nerves in Bai Lang's head gradually became tense again. He turned down the water flow and turned his ears sideways to listen to the sounds outside.He wanted to know what Qi Sinian was doing now, whether he was lying on the bed, and where he should sleep when he went out later.

However, the only sound left in the shower room was the patter of water, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear Qi Sinian's footsteps.

The condition of the small hotel is really not that good. The yellow light in the shower room is dim, blurred by the steaming heat.But Bai Lang didn't dare to turn off the water, he was afraid that once the water was turned off, Qi Sinian would know that he was going out.

In the end, Bai Lang hesitated again and again, put on his bathrobe and opened the bathroom door. The lights in the room had been turned off halfway, leaving only a small reading light right above the big bed.

Qi Sinian stood by the window with his face turned sideways, looking out at the night through the open window.

"Did you wash?" Qi Sinian turned around and smiled at him, "Go and rest first."

It was only then that Bai Lang saw that he was holding a glass in his hand, which should have a small amount of wine in it.Bai Lang wanted to say something, but in the end he closed his mouth, nodded and walked to the side of the bed, pulled away the quilt and lay down.

He felt that it was inappropriate to say anything at this time, so he tried his best to stick to the side of the bed as neatly as possible, leaving more than half of the place vacant.

After lying down, Bai Lang noticed a night breeze blowing outside the window, and then he smelled the scent of lemon-flavored shower gel.

He suddenly realized that this smell was exactly the same as his own.

Bai Lang shrunk down, buried half of his face in the quilt, and felt slightly hot.

He thought that Qi Sinian might have to stand at the window for a long time, but he didn't expect it to be soon, only about 10 minutes later, Qi Sinian closed the window, then walked gently to the bed and stopped.

Bai Lang lay on the pillow and looked at Qi Sinian.With the help of the reading light above his head, he saw Qi Sinian's eyelashes trembling slightly, and his gentle eyes fell on his face.

Qi Sinian said: "Go to sleep."

Bai Lang felt the mattress on the other side sink down, and then, the scent of lemon with his body temperature penetrated into the tip of his nose.

Qi Sinian turned off the lights, and the whole room was plunged into darkness.

The double bed wasn't very big, but it was enough for the two of them to lie side by side without touching each other.

In the night, Bai Lang lay quietly for a while, turned over, faced Qi Sinian, and said, "Chief, are you asleep?"

Qi Sinian moved, his voice was completely awake: "No. Can't sleep?"

Bai Lang said, "Well, I can't sleep. Can I get closer to you?"

Qi Sinian didn't speak, his expression was too unclear in the darkness, Bai Lang could only catch his sight.Seeing Qi Sinian staring at him for a while, he seemed to smile and said, "Yes."

Bai Lang rubbed against the quilt, moved ten centimeters to the side, and leaned his head closer to Qi Si Nian, so he didn't dare to move anymore, and just kept staring at him.

"It will be dawn if this continues." Qi Sinian said, "Go to sleep, be good."

Bai Lang nodded.He was actually a little sleepy, but he didn't want to just fall asleep like this.He thinks that at such a time, we should talk about something more romantic, such as poetry, such as life, even if it's just the waves or the moonlight tonight, it's better than continuous silence.However, his brain seemed to have been paralyzed, and he couldn't think of any topic suitable for the current environment.

In the end, he didn't say anything, just stared blankly at Qi Sinian's silhouette in the darkness, but the complex emotions in his heart could not be calmed down, instead they intensified, mixed with the intense heartbeat, there was a feeling of pain and sweetness.

Just lying there stiffly, after an unknown amount of time, Bai Lang suddenly heard Qi Sinian's sigh coming from the darkness, and then, he felt that a corner of the quilt was lifted, and Qi Sinian stretched out his right hand.

"Bai Lang," he said, "is still in pain."

Bai Lang moved immediately.He wrapped Qi Sinian's palms with both hands, and said, "Then I'll hold your hand to sleep."

Qi Sinian smiled: "Okay."

At this moment, Bai Lang felt a strong sense of happiness in his heart.He showed a satisfied smile, closed his eyes quietly, and then gradually fell into a deep sleep amidst the rustling waves.

This should have been just a negligible episode, but to Bai Lang, he clearly felt that something was quietly changing between him and Qi Sinian.But there seemed to be more things that hadn't changed, such as Qi Sinian's indescribable tenderness, and Bai Lang's feeling of being so dazzled when he was with him.

The next morning, Qi Sinian and Bai Lang had breakfast around this small hotel, and then drove to Venice.

When he was leaving, Bai Lang checked the news on purpose. Yesterday's large-scale traffic jam caused by the refugee tide had ended, and the coastal road had resumed unimpeded.An hour later, through the windshield, Bai Lang saw a large area of ​​red brick houses full of Italian style, and the surrounding light blue sea water.

Bai Lang had never been to Italy, so it was hard not to yearn for the legendary Venice.At least in his impression, it is difficult to find such a city in the world, whether it is architecture, painting, sculpture, or opera and classical music, it is as splendid and brilliant as Venice.

Entering Venice, the only means of transportation that can be used are water buses and gondolas, and all vehicles are prohibited from passing here.Qi Sinian parked the car at the square around the island.Bai Lang picked up the cello and got out of the car right after him.

Walking out of the pier, the first thing Bai Lang saw was a crowd of tourists.In so many days in Europe, it was the first time he saw so many tourists, which gave him the illusion that he had finally fallen from the sparsely populated Alps to the world.

With such a crowd density, the cello was much clumsier. Bai Lang dodged a few children running past him, just as he heard the sound of singing coming from the winding water alley.A gondola boatman in a striped costume sang enthusiastically with his oars. The unique sharp boat in Venice slowly cut through the water waves. The loud and clear singing echoed among the houses built near the water, attracting cheers and applause from tourists on the shore. .

Bai Lang sighed, "When I arrived in Venice, I finally felt like a tourist."

Qi Sinian's eyes fell on Bai Lang's face, and said, "Are you?"

"Of course, I've never been to Venice." Bai Lang said logically, "So I'm going to buy a mask, a glass, and be an ordinary tourist. Chief, you can't laugh at me."

Qi Sinian smiled slightly: "Of course I won't laugh at you. When I first came to Venice, I also bought a golden mask."

"Really?" Bai Lang refused to believe him, "I don't believe it, you always lie to me. You said before that you are not good at sports."

Qi Sinian laughed when he heard this: "Why did I lie to you? ——The boss at that time said that the mask I bought was an antique and could bring good luck."

Bai Lang felt that the words were too lame, so he couldn't help but look at him with a funny expression: "Do you believe it?"

"I don't know if it will bring good luck." Qi Sinian shrugged his shoulders, "But later, I saw exactly the same masks in many small shops along the streets of Venice."

Bai Lang laughed out loud: "How come all the water villages in the world are the same? It's hard to imagine that your son Sean Chyi would also step into the trap of a merchant."

Bai Lang's hometown is also a city of water, speaking of which, he even established a sister city relationship with Venice.In his memory, there are small bridges with flowing water and bluestone slabs that are always wet. The stone arch bridges are connected one by one. Grandma called him by his nickname in a soft dialect.

——It’s so different from Venice, but so similar.

It’s just that my grandmother’s hometown turned into a water town scenic spot. When I went back, the Daiwa huts on both sides of the river alley became souvenir shops. Later, when he went to study in North America, the water town in his memory was farther away.

Bai Lang didn't know what came to mind, he couldn't stop laughing, he leaned closer and whispered, "Then I don't want to buy it, you give me your mask. I'll exchange it with you for a pearl necklace from a water town in China."

The corners of Qi Sinian's mouth curled up, and he looked at him quietly for a while: "Pearl? Sounds good."

Bai Lang nodded solemnly: "You've made a lot of money."