mousepad-d2 Chapter 38 Blowing Hair
Chapter 38 Blowing Hair
After rushing out of the shower, even the sound of drinking and boxing men from the food stalls outside the community faded, the small desk lamp on the table illuminated a small dim world, and Shoubi Nanshan put green tails in the basin, arousing The small sound of water.
Li Qing found that Shang Yang was lying on the bed, looking at the top of his wardrobe.
His hair has probably only been brushed, and it's not completely dry. His elbows are resting on a pillow, his face is propped on his hands, his legs are raised, dangling from time to time, and he is watching very intently.
Probably the clothes were too big, and the hem of his pajamas was not completely pulled down, exposing a small waist.
Lean and strong.
Li Qing lowered his head lightly, hiding the emotion in his eyes, and threw a big blanket towards Shangyang: "The temperature difference between day and night is big now, I'll get you a hair dryer, you can dry your hair, it's cold, be careful of catching a cold."
Shang Yang snorted, rolled a few times casually, wrapped the blanket, and continued to stare at the top of the cabinet: "Li Xiaoqing, what's on it?"
Li Qing wiped her hair with a towel, and followed his gaze.
On the tall old-fashioned combination wardrobe with a full-length mirror, there is a dusty oak-colored box, the wood luster has been dimmed, and it looks like a violin box.
Li Qing casually said: "My old violin case."
Surprised, Shang Yang turned to look at Li Qing.
Li Qing was helpless by Shang Yang's eyes, and explained lightly: "When I was young, my father enrolled me in some training courses. Later, a teacher said that I was very talented in the violin and made me his close student. Grit your teeth and buy me a second-hand violin."
Shang Yang raised his face and asked, "How did you learn later?"
Li Qing went to fetch the hair dryer, sat by the bed, and connected it to the power supply: "It's not bad. After graduating from elementary school, I competed several times in the province, and I won the first, second and third. The last time I met in the province Go to Teacher Lu."
"Later." Wrapped in a blanket, Shang Yang scrambled to Li Qing's side like a caterpillar, propped his face with his hands, and pretended to listen attentively.
Li Qing had no choice but to continue talking: "After graduating from primary school, Mr. Lu was going to take me to Beijing, and said that he would recommend me to go to the Conservatory of Music. But I didn't go..."
Li Qing paused, but Shang Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he regretted asking this topic.
Graduated from primary school, Li Qing was 12 years old, exactly two years after his father passed away.His family background was not very good, and his father lost his father when he was young, so he didn't have the time and money to learn the piano.
He changed the subject dryly: "Your violin teacher's surname is Lu."
Li Qing said: "Yes, Lu Qingyuan."
"Who are you talking about?" Shang Yang suddenly turned his head and looked at Li Qing like a monster: "The one who played the violin, Lu Qingyuan? The one who is now the honorary principal of Yangyin? The No. 1 violinist in China?"
He doesn't play the violin, but Lin still does.
When she was at the same table with Lin Yiran in Provincial No. [-] High School, she kept talking about this person. The training class for her piano learning was run by Lu Qingyuan's disciple. Not to mention the expensive tuition, there were very few places.
To be considered by Lu Qingyuan as a disciple...
Li Xiaoqing, you are so awesome!
"Teacher Lu wasn't that famous back then." Li Qing didn't seem surprised by Shang Yang's reaction: "He is a very good teacher. After all, we are not masters and apprentices. He just admires me. Later, when something happened to my family, He also helped me a lot, and later said that he would pay my tuition and miscellaneous fees and let me continue to learn the piano, but at that time I was not in the mood..."
"Maybe it's because of no fate. Teacher Lu also came to see me twice later. One happened to happen to my mother in an accident, and the other time was a year ago when my mother fell ill." Li Qing's tone was open-minded and relieved, and he smiled casually: You didn’t remind me, I almost forgot about this thing.”
Shang Yang held his hand.
No amount of money or outside help can make up for the hesitation and helplessness of losing a loved one when he was young. He has experienced it before, so he can understand Li Qing.
It's just... a pity.
Shang Yang looked at Li Qing's profile.
He was really good looking.
A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing pajamas after taking a bath, has a kind of gentle eye-catching.The eyelashes are long and drooping, the face is fair and gentle, the sharp nose bridge and the arc of the jaw also give people a calm and quiet feeling under the dim yellow light.
If fate hadn't treated him so harshly, as a person admired by Lu Qingyuan, would this handsome young man be wearing a neat suit and sitting under the spotlight, like a noble little prince, playing a splendid performance for thousands of audiences in the dark? song?
Noble and stubborn.
Tall and dignified.
Under the distress of that moment, he suddenly had an impulse to kiss the boy in front of him.
A comforting, telling kiss.
He sat up, stretched out his hand to lift Li Qing's shoulder, and faced him directly.
Li Qing looked at Shang Yang suspiciously: "Shang Yang?"
Shang Yang didn't say a word, staring at Li Qing's face, staring at his gentle eyebrows, sharp nose bridge, and light red lips that were always tightly pressed, and slightly parted his lips.
The air is quiet and tense, as if some invisible medium around has been taken away, this inch of space has been stripped from the long river of time, drifting in the depths of the vast universe, time and space have become vague.
Li Qing seemed to feel something, his throat felt dry: "...Shang Yang! You..."
Neither of them spoke any more.
The air was tense and quiet, Furu Donghai slapped the water with his green tail, the shouts of drunks coming back upstairs in twos and threes came from downstairs, and occasionally a dog barked in the distance.
Shang Yang stared at Li Qing with frank desire and impulse.
Li Qing lowered his eyes lightly, grabbed Shang Yang's hand on his shoulder, and called out as a reminder: "Shang Yang."
Shang Yang still stared at Li Qing aggressively.
Li Qing raised his voice: "Shang Yang!"
A long time passed, I don't know if it was a second or a minute, but the silence remained the same, and some emotion suppressed by the paper-thin confinement seemed to burst out in the air.
Li Qing heard his own heartbeat.
Suddenly, Shang Yang smiled, raised Li Qing's chin provocatively, and smiled playfully: "How many times have I told you that I am half a year older than you, and my name is Brother Shang. Do you remember?"
The air suddenly loosened.
Li Qing heard his own sigh, put on a smile on his face, and slapped Shang Yang's hand away: "Don't make any moves."
In my heart, I can't tell whether I am glad or disappointed.
Shang Yang clicked his tongue and lifted Li Qing's neck: "Ban Hua, you've been crazy lately, you don't let me move my hands and feet, do you want me to move up or down? Or, let's practice it ?”
Li Qing's skin was too thick, and his ears were blushing. He lowered his head and straightened the bed sheets messed up by Shang Yang, pretending not to hear.
Shang Yang curled his lips in a dull manner: "Stingy."
——He sighed softly in his heart.
not the right time yet.
After a commotion, it was getting late, Li Qing drove Shang Yang to the bed, spread the sheets and pillows, and glanced at the book he threw on the bed: "Why do you think of Lu Xun?"
Shang Yang's face was as green as if he had swallowed a fly: "Old Zhang asked me to read it. He said that if I made more than three mistakes in the first five multiple-choice questions in Chinese this time, he would supervise me to do a set of Chinese papers every day."
Li Qing understood.
One of the first five questions in the Chinese test paper of the Jiangcheng College Entrance Examination was about general knowledge of literary works.Compared with the previous polyphonic characters that need to be memorized to distinguish and correct sentences, this is probably the only thing Shang Yang can hold his nose to see.
Shang Yang said with a bitter face: "God, sorry to see you, the last time I read something with so many words, I still read "Zhu Xian"!"
Seeing that Shang Yang's hair was still half wet, Li Qing laughed and said, "That's up to you, and blow-dry your hair before going to bed, or you'll catch a cold easily."
Shang Yang glanced at the hair dryer: "I can't use your hair dryer."
Li Qing waved to him, "Come here, I'll blow dry your hair."
Shang Yang rolled to Li Qing's side, and praised: "Banhua is too virtuous, it's suitable for family, family and family, let's be my brother's daughter-in-law!"
Li Qing's response was to silently turn on the hair dryer, blowing Shang Yang's bangs so that he couldn't speak.
Shang Yang: ...
This is definitely revenge!
Shang Yang's hair is very thin and soft. I don't know whose gene it is inherited from. It is a light golden color similar to the sun, and it has some natural curls.When the hair is fluffy after washing, it looks like a large hairy golden mushroom.
For this reason, he was often dragged by the dean to cut his hair.
Li Qing likes this hair very much, it feels warm and soft to the touch, giving people a very obedient feeling.
Although Shang Yang himself is not good at all.
The noise is dead.
The hair dryer whirred, and Li Qing helped Shang Yang dry his hair.Shang Yang rolled up his sleeves again and volunteered to help Li Qing dry his hair.
"I practiced it on purpose. Li Xiaoqing is here to show you how your brother Shang blows his bangs."
As a trendy skateboard boy whose head can be bleeding but bangs can't be messed up, Shang Yang has indeed practiced.
His own bangs are well groomed, the middle part is fluffy on both sides of the hairline, and the tail of the bangs is slightly rolled up to the brow bone. The hair is light and soft, giving people a very flying feeling.
Different from Shang Yang's soft and soft hair, Li Qing's hair is very black and hard like beard stubble, it will be a bit sticky to the touch.
It took Shang Yang a long time to play it well.
He blew Li Qing's hair at a [-]-point angle, curled one side of his hair slightly, and made the other side fluffy and docile as a whole.
After blowing it to Li Qing, Shang Yang looked in the mirror for a long while, and suddenly sighed: "God is so fucking good at eyes!"
How can this guy look so good-looking!
Li Qing just wanted to say something.
Shang Yang squeezed to Li Qing's side, put his arms around Li Qing's shoulders, took out his mobile phone, and took a group photo with the scissors.
The effect is very good.
Shang Yang sent the photo to Li Qing via Bluetooth, threatening him to keep it as a wallpaper.He will check at any time, if it is found that the photo is missing, the consequences will be humming...
Then, he replaced the photo with his QQ avatar, and replaced it with a super-personal signature in Martian script.
"─━═Please don't be so obsessed with brother, brother is just a legend.ζ"
Qi Chen, a 25-hour internet-addicted teenager, quickly poked a message: "Shocked, Eryang, who is this handsome guy next to you? Who snatched the position of the grassroots in our province's No. [-] college. Let him stand up now!"
Shang Yang: nose picking (*￣rǒ￣) What do you want to do?
Qi Chen: I, I, I want to smash him 1 yuan and ask him to take a picture of me!
Shang Yang snorted, "Want a photo?"
Qi Chen: I really want it! ! ! !
Shang Yang shouted: "Keep thinking about it!"
Qi Chen said: "Eryang!!!! Our brotherhood!"
Shang Yang: "Eat by a dog."
Regardless of Qi Chen's news bombardment, Shang Yang quit QQ, rushed towards Li Qing who was making the bed, hugged him, and rubbed his head.
Humph.
The photo is also his, and the handsome guy is also his!