Introduce into the room

Chapter 4 Guitar Strings

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At five o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Tianlang appeared in a black sweater that didn't fit at all, his wrists and ankles were exposed, his head was hooded, and he appeared in a nearby card-type public phone booth that was about to pass away.

He contacted his uncle who was far away in Chongyang. The uncle probably asked him about his current situation and asked him to wait for another two weeks, saying that he would arrange for someone named Lao Sun to complete the formalities for him and pick him up to go abroad.

"Uncle, please find someone to send me some money and a guitar." Yu Tianlang made a request.

His uncle was silent on the phone for a long while: "Your father and your brother had such a big incident, and you only care about your guitar?"

Then they don't care about me.Yu Tianlang thought.

But he just said nonchalantly: "Will they both have such a day sooner or later? They deserve what they deserve."

He was so talkative that his uncle had to hang up the phone.If he called again, his uncle would not answer.

Yu Tianlang didn't ask for the guitar, so Yu Tianlang slipped back to the rental house angrily.

People were arresting him everywhere, and he didn't dare to move around, so he rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the rented house, found some paper and pens, and started writing his new song.

His father and brother were double-exposed, and he also felt uncomfortable, but not much.

It can't be said that he has no affection for them at all, it's just that there is nothing left after being ruined all these years.

He wrote two lines of music, and flicked his hand twice in the air.

His current idea is to finish writing all the new songs, and then find an opportunity to send them to the people in the band.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Ding Xiaoman came back, holding what looked like a bed sheet and a quilt cover, and an inexplicable cardboard in his hand.

Yu Tianlang was engrossed in writing the score on the bed, and didn't know how to answer it, so he just watched Ding Xiaoman put all the sheets and quilt covers at his feet.

"Why are you wearing Gu Yu's clothes?" Ding Xiaoman was surprised.

"I have no clothes." Yu Tianlang said confidently.

Ding Xiaoman didn't care, pulled him off the bed, and started to change the sheets quickly.

"It's a new one. I asked Sister Wang from the dry cleaner to wash it for me."

Yu Tianlang reacted, but didn't make a sound.

He disliked Ding Xiaoman's bed, but he didn't reveal it. Now that he was seen by others, and he thoughtfully helped him change it in front of him, he felt a little awkward and didn't know where to put it.

After Ding Xiaoman finished changing, he pulled him to sit back, ran to the living room and brought in the cardboard.

It was only then that Yu Tianlang realized that what Ding Xiaoman brought in was a crookedly cut and ugly painted cardboard guitar.

But obviously there is a reference, the strings are drawn in the correct position.

"Although I can't buy you a real guitar..." Ding Xiaoman said shyly, "You can play with this first."

Yu Tianlang looked at Ding Xiaoman, and suddenly punched his chest twice.

Ding Xiaoman took half a step back in fright.

He was about to ask what's wrong with you, Yu Tianlang got up and hugged him, throwing him down on the bed.

"Who are you..."

Yu Tianlang buried his head on his shoulder and sighed deeply.

Ding Xiaoman didn't know how to answer, he felt Yu Tianlang's chest rising and falling violently, and reached out to stroke the back of his head.

Touching and groping, Yu Tianlang suddenly bit his neck, straightened up, and untied a silver chain from his neck, with an emerald ring on it.

"Give you."

"What are you doing?" Ding Xiaoman was startled, "This is very expensive."

"It's not expensive. I'll pay you for running errands."

After Yu Tianlang finished speaking, he put it on Ding Xiaoman's neck.

Ding Xiaoman struggled, but his elbow pressed his shoulder.

"Don't just look down on me."

So Ding Xiaoman didn't move, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that what Yu Tianlang had in hand must be precious things.

"How much is this..."

After Yu Tianlang put it on for Ding Xiaoman, seeing him staring at him with round eyes, his chest felt sore.

"Then help me with something else."

"Ah, okay?" Ding Xiaoman agreed.

Yu Tianlang brought a marker pen and said that the cardboard guitar will be used tomorrow, and while Ding Xiaoman is still here, he wants to make a guitar that can produce sound.

Before Ding Xiaoman asked what to do, Yu Tianlang lifted Ding Xiaoman's clothes.

"You are white." Yu Tianlang was stunned.

"I didn't catch it." Ding Xiaoman explained.

Before he finished speaking, Yu Tianlang drew guitar strings on his body.

Ding Xiaoman was caught off guard.The thick-tip marker started from the junction of black and white at his neckline, just happened to sweep across his left chest, and drew a long vertical line deep into his abdomen.

"This can't be washed off!" He stood up and rubbed his hands in panic.

Seeing that this was what he was worried about, Yu Tianlang laughed: "It won't be washed off anyway, let me finish painting."

Ding Xiaoman hesitated and asked, "How many strings?"

"Six."

Yu Tianlang pushed Ding Xiaoman to the corner, piled up his shirt with his fingers, and quickly drew another line.

"Help me memorize a few sounds. The one just now is mi. This one is si."

"Ah good."

Ding Xiaoman's attention was diverted, so he endured the strange feeling of the cold marker pen sliding across his skin, and waited for Yu Tianlang to finish his painting.

"This one is so..."

"so."

"Hold it yourself. This one is re..."

"re."

The pen in Yu Tianlang's hand went further and lower, and the end bent and sank into Ding Xiaoman's lower abdomen.The tip of Ding Xiaoman's chest was irritated and hardened, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but seeing Yu Tianlang's serious expression, he thought it might just be his own overthinking.

When Yu Tianlang's last line swept across his right chest, he couldn't help hissing.The tip of the marker shook on his body, and pierced into the hollow of his chest, causing his whole body to shrink back, and the lines flew obliquely from his chest.

"Don't shake." Yu Tianlang's eyes darkened as if regretting that the line drawing was crooked.

"Sorry." Ding Xiaoman apologized and straightened up again.

The line was about to be reconnected from the broken place, Yu Tianlang did not write for a long time, Ding Xiaoman had tiny goosebumps on the piece of skin facing the pen tip.

A few seconds later, Yu Tianlang jumped away from that part and redrawn, and a long part was broken in the middle. Ding Xiaoman felt that it was a pity that the lines were not connected, so he sighed softly.

After he sighed, he raised his head and met Yu Tianlang's gaze.

Yu Tianlang stared at him as if he had just met him just now.He looked back, still holding his clothes up, revealing his defenseless body.Looking at it, Yu Tianlang seemed to be embarrassed first, and coughed.

"This one is mi."

"mi..." Ding Xiaoman repeated.

Then Yu Tianlang stretched out his hand, and touched Ding Xiaoman's body solemnly and openly.

"Remember how to pronounce this one?"

"so."

"What about this..."

"re..."

Yu Tianlang licked his lower lip, stretched out his fingers to pull the beans that had been soaked black, and said in a hoarse voice, "What about here?"

"...mi." Ding Xiaoman lowered his head.

Ding Xiaoman didn't remember a single line wrongly, but Yu Tianlang didn't notice.

Yu Tianlang stared at Ding Xiaoman's red ears, his chest surged uncontrollably, his throat was extremely dry.

Want to bully Ding Xiaoman, make him stutter, make his eyes flood with tears, make him blush, make his eyes blurred, make him bear the pain, make him struggle and beg, make him feel wronged but still want to accommodate himself, Bite him, then kiss the wound to make him happy.

Yu Tianlang accidentally touched Ding Xiaoman's lower abdomen, turned his head to meet Ding Xiaoman, and kissed Ding Xiaoman.

Ding Xiaoman can't even hide anymore.

Ding Xiaoman deserved it.

He will get what he wants.

Anyway, with Ding Xiaoman's temperament, he will be tortured after all, and it is better to suffer from himself than from others.