Thirteen Bass

Chapter 42 [42] Slightly Drunken Honeymoon

Later, Bai Lang suddenly wanted to hear Qi Sinian's piano.Qi Sinian thought about it, but did not refuse, and soon walked up to the small stage and sat in front of the grand piano.

Afterwards, the agile and beautiful piano sound slowly flowed from under his hands.

It was a track with very simple and clear lines, the span between scales was small, the rhythm was simple, and the breathing was sharp. It was not a difficult track.However, Qi Sinian handled the melody cleanly and beautifully, and the notes seemed to turn into clear and smart bubbles, gathering on the sea to form a colorful and dreamy paradise.

Bai Lang noticed that Qi Sinian's posture was elegant, his expression was focused and calm, his whole person was no different from standing on the most gorgeous stage.For Qi Sinian, whether it is the black and white keys of the piano or the ponytail bow of the violin, they are all worthy of serious attention and can bring ultimate enjoyment to the audience.

Qi Sinian seemed to have noticed Bai Lang's gaze, and turned his head to look at him, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tenderness in his eyes revealed bit by bit.The player's emotions quickly merged into the melody, and as the passage progressed, each note gradually took on a lingering and sentimental flavor.

Bai Lang listened quietly, uncontrollably intoxicated by Qi Sinian's music.

At this moment, an idea suddenly popped up in Bai Lang's mind.

Even if he hadn't met Qi Sinian in Julia two years ago, didn't have those cold and hot days of working hard to get close to his idol, and didn't have those inexplicable thoughts in his heart; When they met for the first time, in a band with hundreds of people, or at an afterparty, he would definitely fall in love with Qi Sinian at first sight, and then fall into this relationship regardless of the consequences.

It's not any different than it is now.

At the end of that day, Mr. Downey gave Qi Sinian and Bai Lang the bottle of lemon liqueur that was said to be worth a thousand gold as a matter of course.

Bai Langle went crazy. He jumped on Qi Sinian's back in full view, hugged his shoulders excitedly, kissed his ears and neck, and announced loudly in English: "This is my boy. friend!"

Later, Qi Sinian opened the bottle on the spot, and shared the supposedly priceless wine with the people present.

Bai Lang only drank a little, but he was very drunk soon, his head was in a mess, and he couldn't think at all.He only vaguely remembered that he was dragged by Mr. Downey to dance by the bonfire, and played a polka with the uncle who played the accordion. When he recovered, he was already on Qi Sinian's back.

Qi Sinian supported his buttocks with both hands, and walked forward slowly with his back on his back.

Bai Lang was stunned for a while, the bonfire party and lively dance music had disappeared, only the dim street lamps shining on the road, and the rustling sound of lemon trees being blown by the sea wind remained.

He didn't know what time it was, he just felt that the whole world was shrouded in darkness, and only the temperature that Qi Sinian gave him was real.Alcohol and the heat of the summer night played an obvious role. For a moment, Bai Lang suddenly felt so touched that he wanted to cry.

He buried his head on Qi Sinian's back, and after a while, he called out inarticulately: "Chief."

Qi Sinian immediately said "Yes", turned his head and kissed him on the cheek, and asked, "Does your stomach feel bad?"

"It's not uncomfortable." Bai Lang clasped his waist tightly with his legs, his eyes slowly filled with tears.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he obviously felt extremely happy in his heart, but the tears flowed down uncontrollably.Bai Lang felt that he had never been such a hypocritical crybaby, even when he was young and wandered alone, and encountered so many unfair treatment, he never shed a single tear.

Qi Sinian patted Bai Lang's body lightly behind his back with his hand, and asked, "Why are you crying?"

"No, I didn't cry." Bai Lang felt a little embarrassed, so he said softly, "Mr. Downey's limoncello has too much alcohol."

Qi Sinian smiled, didn't know whether to believe it or not: "It's better not to drink in the future."

"I don't want it." Bai Lang shook his legs, leaned over and licked Qi Sinian's ear, and said, "I like you carrying me on your back. When we grow old, can you carry me on your back every day?"

Qi Sinian's eyelashes fluttered, and he laughed out loud: "When I get old, I want to cook for you, learn how to make gelato, play the violin with you on the side of the road, and finally carry you back? MaestroBai , how old are you younger than me? Do you think it's appropriate?"

Bai Lang froze for a moment, couldn't help laughing, and shook his body: "I think it's really suitable."

He leaned closer to Qi Sinian again, and pointedly said: "Anyway, your physical strength is so good, you must be able to be strong until you are 80 years old."

Hearing this, Qi Sinian seemed to laugh in a low voice, and slowly slid his hands down from his waistline, pinching his buttocks.

That day, Qi Sinian carried Bai Lang all the way to the house where they lived before releasing him.

Their holiday cottage is facing the sea.Positano at night is quiet and comfortable, and the sea water of the Mediterranean Sea has undergone obvious changes, becoming endlessly thick black.

Outside the yard was a large lemon tree with bright yellow fruits.Standing under the tree, the sea breeze full of salt gently blows over the cheeks, and the sound of the waves rising and falling can be heard from the horizon to the ear.

Driven by alcohol, Bai Lang's brain remained abnormally excited.He hugged Qi Sinian and refused to let go, buried his face in his shirt, and could almost smell the faint smell of alcohol on his body.

A wall lamp was lit in the small courtyard, vaguely illuminating Qi Sinian's outline.The surrounding area was strangely dark, as if everything in the world had evaporated and disappeared, leaving only the burning breath of each other.

They kissed long under the lemon tree, fondling each other's bodies.This feeling made Bai Lang feel erratic, immersed in the thrilling flirting.

After a while, Bai Lang pulled his hand out of Qi Sinian's trousers and said, "Chief, I want to play the piano." After finishing speaking, he went straight to the room.

Qi Sinian hugged him from behind, breathing in Bai Lang's ears, feeling a little unsteady: "Now?"

"Well, now." Bai Lang pressed his back against Qi Sinian's chest, felt his body trembling slightly, his head was burning hot, and he couldn't think at all, "I can't take it anymore, I want to play the violin for you .Besides music, I really don’t know how to express my inner feelings, and I’m going to explode if I don’t play the piano.”

Qi Sinian paused for a moment and smiled.He let go of his hand, and stood there, watching Bai Lang move out the cello, and went to get the piano bench and music stand.

Qi Sinian grabbed his hand: "Do you really want to play the piano? It's very late."

"I don't know." Bai Lang jumped up and threw himself into Qi Sinian's arms, feeling that the strong emotions in his heart were completely stimulated by the alcohol at this moment, sweeping his whole body like hot magma, "But I'm really happy , I love you so much, I don't know what to do."

"I love you too, baby." Qi Sinian hugged and coaxed him patiently, "But it's too late. Bear with it, okay?"

Bai Lang stared at Qi Sinian for a while, and felt his head cleared up again, so he threw the things in his hands to kiss Qi Sinian's lips, and said vaguely: "Not good."

Qi Sinian inserted his fingers into Bai Lang's hair, and stroked the back of his neck. Responding to Bai Lang's desperate demands, Qi Sinian said in a low voice, "Then I have to use other methods to make you comfortable."

Bai Lang's heart was beating violently, and he said in a sticky voice, "I don't want to sleep tonight."

Qi Sinian's arms tightened suddenly, he picked up Bai Lang and threw him on the recliner under the lemon tree: "Then we won't sleep."