Thirteen Bass

Chapter 41 [41] Lemon Sunshine

At the end of the meal, Bai Lang felt very full, so he took Qi Sinian's hand and walked to digest his food.

At this time, the sun had already weakened a little, and a little bright red had been mixed into the clear blue sky. The shadow of the lemon tree on the roadside was stretched very long, and it was cast all the way to their feet.

The two of them were wearing the same style of beach sandals, which they had just bought in a small shop by the side of the road. Every step they took was like stepping on soft grass.

The appearance of these small shops near the sea is very distinctive, most of which are designed by the owner himself.There are traces of hand-painting on the corners of the walls, and there are various things for sale, ranging from collections of antique crafts, to paintings by unknown painters and photos by freelance photographers.

Among them, Bai Lang also found a clothing store. The owner is a young lady. The clothes she designed are displayed in the window. I heard that they are all the traditional clothing styles of Amalfi many years ago. They look retro. And gorgeous.

One of the women's dresses is particularly eye-catching. The pink plaid skirt is dotted with sunflowers. The color is bright and girly. The skirt drags all the way to the ground, which reminds people of the colorful summer in Amalfi.

Bai Lang couldn't help but glanced a few more times, then praised in English with a smile: "This is really beautiful."

The owner of the store was obviously very happy that someone admired his work, so he took Bai Lang to talk for a long time, and then took out the picture album to introduce Amalfi's unique costumes to him.

Bai Lang knew almost nothing about art other than music. Listening to the young girl struggling to explain the subtle changes in the patterns on the buttons in English with a strong Italian accent, he had one head and two big ones. When he finally came out, he saw Qi Si Years come from not far away.

Behind him is the magnificent sunset on the sea. Against the light, only a slender silhouette can be seen. When he walked in front of him, his handsome face gradually became clear. The whole figure seemed to melt into the background and become a painting.

Bai Lang's heart slowly calmed down.Qi Sinian always has such a magical power, just one look can make Bai Lang feel that he is being caressed, and it can make him put aside all bad emotions and create an unparalleled sense of happiness.

"Where have you been?" Bai Lang asked.

Qi Sinian didn't go into details, but just smiled: "I went to buy some things."

Bai Lang nodded silently, watching the twilight light leaking through the leaves on Qi Sinian's eyebrows, he felt his heart beating, so he walked a few steps, and raised his arms to hug Qi Sinian.

"What's the matter?" Qi Sinian asked him, "Didn't you have a good chat just now?"

Bai Lang curled his lips: "No way. It's just talking about Amalfi's clothes and history...and I didn't quite understand it."

Qi Sinian put his arms around him and changed into a comfortable position, with a flat and soft tone: "Do you think it looks good?"

These words made Bai Lang alert all of a sudden: "Chief, I'm talking about clothes."

Qi Sinian smiled: "I'm also talking about clothes."

"It's very pretty, don't you think it's not good-looking?" He felt a little strange, so he walked around to see Qi Sinian's expression, and said in a low voice, "Why are you even jealous of your skirt now? I I don't like girls."

After saying this, Bai Lang froze for a moment.

He suddenly thought that he had never liked men when he was growing up, and he didn't know when his sexual orientation had changed.

But thinking about it carefully, he never felt that men other than Qi Sinian were attractive to him.He likes Qi Sinian, wants to kiss and have sex with him, and enjoy the process of mingling with him, all because of Qi Sinian, a very natural need, and there is no need to convince himself at all.

Maybe his body was born to love men more.

Qi Sinian seemed to know what he was thinking, his gaze fell on Bai Lang's face, and he said, "I don't mean anything else. It just occurred to me that someone still owed me the song "Knight of the Rose" and never fulfilled the promise. "

Bai Lang came back to his senses, this time he really felt baffled.

He let go of Qi Sinian and stood up straight: "What does this have to do with "Rose Knight?"

Qi Sinian seemed to be in a very happy mood, he smiled, reached out to touch the back of Bai Lang's neck, kissed the tip of his nose, and said, "Why doesn't it matter?"

Bai Lang's face turned red all of a sudden, because he understood what Qi Sinian was talking about.

In the opera "Der Rosenkavalier", Richard Strauss used a lot of space to praise the beauty of the 17-year-old young noble Ottavian.And the most impressive scene of this rose knight is that she puts on a beautiful woman's dress and dresses up as a charming maid, and suddenly fascinates the baron who is like a clown who pretends to be romantic.

Bai Lang felt that his throat was a little dry, he couldn't help swallowing, and even his breathing became messed up: "Chief, why... you were very serious in my heart before, it was impossible to play this... this..."

Qi Sinian looked at him with a smile: "You don't like it?"

"I don't like it." Bai Lang turned his head to look towards the direction of the sea, his entire cheeks and neck were dyed red by the setting sun.

After a while, he said in a small voice awkwardly: "I don't want to go in anyway. You go, you go and buy that skirt."

Positano's summer hosts a small beach music festival almost every week.

According to tradition, local residents light bonfires by the sea, and let the flames dry the salty taste of the sea breeze.A temporary stage appeared on the white sandy beach, and the surrounding shops were also hung with dots of glass lamps.

The wind tonight is exceptionally gentle, taking away the last bit of color belonging to the sun. The twilight moves and covers the sky. Dazzling stars rise inch by inch where the sea and sky meet, reflecting the entire vast coast into a silver-white desert.

Bai Lang and Qi Sinian arrived a bit late, and when they approached, they heard someone playing an accordion on the stage.

This kind of music festival is only aimed at tourists and residents who happen to gather in Positano. The professional level is negligible. The two professional performers are separated by a long distance, and they can tell that the performance level is very average.

However, the person who plays it is in a good mood, and the technique is not enough for emotion. Even the wrong sound and breathing seem to be endowed with a free and cheerful taste.

Their landlord, Mr. Downey, a rich man with a big belly, is sitting by the sea enjoying the performance on the stage, drinking beer and shaking his body with the music.

He knew that Bai Lang and Qi Sinian were both performers, so he raised the beer in his hand from a long distance away: "Hey, my musician boys, don't you want to go up and show off?"

Bai Lang and Qi Sinian looked at each other, smiled, and sat cross-legged on the beach.

Bai Lang said, "We came down to drink with you, and we don't intend to compete, Mr. Downey."

This is the truth.They just wanted to join in the fun, and didn't bring their musical instruments to the beach—whether cellos or violins, the wood used in making them has strict standards.The humidity of the sea water will corrode the body of the piano, and over time, it will have a subtle effect on the intonation.

Musicians love their instruments as much as their own hands.

"Oh my dear Bai, don't be like this. Positano loves and needs artists like you." Mr. Downey laughed and raised the beer in his hand, winking to the front, "But... of course you want me to drink welcome any time."

Bai Lang was taken aback for a moment, then looked in the direction of the stage suspiciously.

"For tonight, I spent all my money." Mr. Downey pointed to the stage and said, "I have treasured it for many years. Whoever can play the most perfect melody tonight can take it away. Aren't you interested? "

He was referring to the prize-winner of tonight's small concert - a precious-looking bottle of lemon liqueur.

Amalfi is rich in lemons, and the lemon liqueur produced is regarded as the best by many collectors.The locals soak the fat-rich lemons in spirits for several months, then add fresh lemon juice to make lemon liqueur, which is sweet and sour. Blanche tasted it once and thought it was very good.

Most importantly, he knew that Qi Sinian liked lemon liqueur very much.

Bai Lang's eyes lit up immediately, and he turned to look at Qi Sinian.

"You want that?" Qi Sinian said, "But what to do, we don't have musical instruments."

Bai Lang looked forward, held Qi Sinian's hand excitedly, and said quickly, "There's a piano."

Qi Sinian looked at him slightly surprised: "You want to play the piano?"

"Let's try it. It won't hurt you to try it. Teacher Lin isn't here, maybe I can win the championship." Bai Lang leaned in and kissed Qi Sinian quickly on the lips, blinked and stood up, " If possible, I would like to dedicate the spoils of the champion to you."

In order to cultivate their ability to control pitch, most string players choose to practice fixed-tuned instruments, and the piano is a good choice.

Bai Lang can play the piano at a complete amateur level.

As a performer, not being stage fright is the most basic quality.However, this was his first time playing the piano in public, and he was inevitably nervous. He stuttered and made several mistakes in a piece of music.

Fortunately, the audience at the scene were all amateurs. When Bai Lang stepped down from the stage, he still received the most enthusiastic applause so far.

Mr. Downey gave a thumbs up to welcome Bai Lang who came trotting back from the stage.

Bai Lang knew that he didn't perform well, so he wasn't upset, wiped his sweaty forehead, and asked Qi Sinian cheekily: "Chief, what do you think of my playing?"

Qi Sinian smiled and said, "It's very beautiful."

Bai Lang sat down and leaned limply on Qi Sinian's body: "You have to judge me by the same standard that you judge Teacher Lin."

Qi Sinian smiled when he heard that, hugged Bai Lang's waist and pressed it against his ear.

Bai Lang was not coaxed, but still looked at him solemnly.Qi Sinian had no choice but to say, "Don't you know how well you play?"

Bai Lang became upset, and said, "What, shouldn't you say at this time, no matter how well you play, in my heart you are the best—even better than Teacher Lin."

Qi Sinian looked at him with a serious expression, he stopped talking for a long time, and said with a slight smile: "I can't say that. Even if I say it, do you believe it?"

Bai Lang also smiled, his eyes were crooked.Then he pretended to be angry and wanted to cover his mouth, but Qi Sinian grabbed his hands and pressed them into his arms.