Thirteen Bass

Chapter 28 [28] Painkillers

They originally came out for dinner, but when they encountered such a thing, they naturally lost their mood.

After returning to the room, Bai Lang sat on the sofa and stared at the phone without speaking.

Qi Sinian ordered pizza, went to the front desk to pick up a takeaway and brought it up again, telling Bai Lang that the person who caused the riot had been handed over to the police.

Bai Lang was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Are you a refugee?"

Qi Sinian replied: "It's not clear yet. Judging from the language he speaks, it probably is."

Bai Lang was silent for a while, feeling pitiful when he thought of those homeless people, but he felt angry when he recalled the scene just now.He took Qi Sinian's hand to see the scabbed blood, and said angrily: "Anyway, you are a performer, how can you block it with your hands?"

Qi Sinian said: "It's all my fault, I'm sorry."

Bai Lang immediately looked up at him: "Chief, that's not what I meant."

Qi Sinian didn't speak, but just smiled.For a while, there were only two shallow breathing sounds in the room. Bai Lang felt a little awkward, sucked his nose hard, and said, "Anyway, you can't do this in the future, don't you know how precious your hands are?"

Qi Sinian changed his posture, looked at Bai Lang's face and smiled: "How precious?"

"A pair of hands like this can only be produced in 100 years!" Bai Lang snorted indignantly, and added, "The last century was Heifetz, and the next one was Paganini."

After hearing this, Qi Sinian asked him with a smile: "Am I so good?"

Bai Lang pursed his lips, lowered his head and said softly, "Anyway, that's how powerful I am."

Qi Sinian gave a simple "hmm", put the things in his hand on the only small table in the room, and said, "Thank you for your compliment. Can such a precious hand help you eat the pizza you ordered?"

Bai Lang put down the phone in his hand, looked at it for a while, then stood up and said, "Eat."

Filling his empty stomach, Bai Lang walked to the window and opened it.

It was already dark outside, and although the street lights were on, they could barely illuminate the road clearly.The Adria Bay was not far away, and the sound of rustling waves could be heard in the void, mixed with the sound of Qi Sinian's bathing in the house.

Bai Lang couldn't help but breathe lightly, carefully listening to the movement in the bathroom.

Their room has only one big bed.

It's normal, it's all men, and it's not a big deal to squeeze once in a while.It's not like he didn't sleep with his friends when he was in college, so why is he so uncomfortable now.

I don't know how many times Bai Lang said this to himself.

However, his heart was still beating violently, his whole body was restless, and his ears were uncontrollably listening to the movement in the bathroom.

He walked to the bathroom door, took a deep breath, and tried to make his voice sound natural: "Chief, are your hands comfortable? Do you want help?"

The sound of water stopped, and the sound of the shower room opening and Qi Sinian's footsteps could be heard from inside.

"Thank you, I don't need it for now." Qi Sinian's voice changed from vague to clear, and then the door opened.

He was wearing a loose bathrobe, with a towel to wipe his wet hair, the skirt was opened because of the movement, and his upper body was almost naked.When the arms are raised, the muscles of the abdomen will be revealed, which looks very beautiful.Extending down is a narrow waist, with water droplets on it, flowing into the waist of the trousers.

Qi Sinian went to the window and sat down, tearing off the waterproof sticker on his right hand with his left hand.

He raised his head and looked at Bai Lang: "Aren't you going to take a shower?"

Bai Lang thought for a while, walked up to him and said, "I'll help you with the medicine first."

Qi Sinian threw the towel aside, stretched out his hand and said, "It's just a small injury."

"Small injuries should be taken more seriously." Bai Lang walked over, pulled out the chair and sat down, and took his hand.The back of Qi Sinian's hand was no longer swollen, but it was bluish-purple, which looked a little scary.

Bai Lang took a few deep breaths, with a distressed expression on his face, but he didn't speak any more, and carefully applied the ointment on it.

Qi Sinian held Bai Lang's hand and said, "It won't affect our duet debut."

Bai Lang was stunned for a moment, and said, "I didn't think about it that much."

"I know." Qi Sinian raised his hand, fiddled with Bai Lang's bangs, and said, "I feel a little pain."

Bai Lang instantly became nervous: "Where does it hurt?"

Qi Sinian smiled and said, "When you press it down, it will hurt a little."

Bai Lang immediately let go of his hand, raised his head to see his expression, his eyes were moist: "Do you need painkillers?"

Qi Sinian shook his head, and folded one leg on top of the other.The hem of the bathrobe suddenly opened up a lot, exposing slender and straight legs.There was a smile in his voice: "Didn't you always want to learn German? May I teach you a sentence now?"

Bai Lang asked blankly, "What?"

Qi Sinian's eyes were gentle, his voice was deep and hoarse: "NurMusikistdasbesteSchmerzmittel."

Bai Lang stared blankly at him for a while, then repeated it.

——"When I sing about love, love turns into pain. When I sing about pain, pain turns into love. Only music is the best painkiller."

Nur Musikist das beste Schmerzmittel.

Only music is the best pain reliever.

Bai Lang said in a low voice: "Chief, your words are too insincere."

Even though Bai Lang never knew German, he knew this sentence because it was printed on the cover of Qi Sinian's first album.At this moment, that album was still quietly lying in Bai Lang's cello case.

Qi Sinian stroked his hair, his fingers were dry and warm, calming down all the uneasiness and worries in Bai Lang's heart.He whispered: "Then what should I do? I don't know how to reassure my little fans."

Looking at him, Bai Lang couldn't help laughing out loud: "Will it work? I said painkillers."

Qi Sinian thought for a while, looked at him, and said with a smile: "It depends on whose painkiller it is. The music from our cello little prince must be fine."

Bai Lang sat down on the sofa, and also looked at Qi Sinian.Qi Sinian's breath was filled with the smell of Qi Sinian after taking a bath. He felt a little dizzy, as if he had been seduced, and said, "You said that, I'm going to play "Rose Knight" for you now."

Bai Lang was about to reach out to grab the cello beside him, but Qi Sinian stopped him unexpectedly.

The two looked at each other and both smiled.

"It's late." Qi Sinian said in a coaxing tone, "You're tired too. Let's stop playing the piano and go take a bath, okay?"

Bai Lang nodded, stood up and thought about it, stopped his original steps, simply took off his T-shirt and walked into the bathroom slowly under Qi Sinian's gaze.

The author says:

Note:

"When I sing about love, love becomes pain. When I sing about pain, pain becomes love. Only music is the best painkiller": a poem written by Schubert, dead It was sorted out later, and it has been slightly deleted here.