As soon as Jiang Zhao’s idea emerged, Xiao Siye let go of his hand and straightened up.
“Play it if you want,” Xiao Siye walked to the bay window and sat down, hugging Sister, “I have good sound insulation.”
Jiang Zhao looked down at the keys, still a little hesitant.
Xiao Siye looked at him: “Or, do you need to print the sheet music first?”
Jiang Zhao: “?”
Jiang Zhao: “Who are you looking down on?”
He put his hands on the keys without hesitation, simply played a few sets of scales and moved his fingers, and shook his wrists slightly.
The next second, his fingers flew nimbly on the keys.
The tune starts quickly but then steps into a soothing way, which makes you involuntarily immerse yourself in it, while Jiang Zhao’s extremely beautiful hands are flying up and down the surface of the black and white square, like a pair of butterflies made of white jade.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Zhao couldn’t remember the details of the score, but his early muscle memory still stubbornly engraved his hands. The moment he touched the keys, his fingers moved involuntarily.
The sound of the piano is like the gurgling water, swaying in the study. It was as if in an instant, he was pulled to the seventeen-year-old him.
After the last note fell, Jiang Zhao sat in front of the piano for a long time in silence, then suddenly laughed.
“It’s almost ten years, and I can still play,” Jiang Zhao turned to look at Xiao Siye, “I really am a genius, right?”
Xiao Siye picked up Sister’s front paws and applauded him: “What song was it just now?”
“Beethoven, the third movement of “Moonlight Sonata”,” Jiang Zhao stretched his waist, “When I was free, I liked playing this piece very much, it was very relaxing.”
Xiao Siye pondered for a moment: “Then can you play the wedding song?”
Jiang Zhao sneered: “It’s too simple, okay?”
“My cousin from elementary school can do it.”
“Hey, this is a basic exercise.”
Having said that, Jiang Zhao played every song that Xiao Siye proposed.
Later, without Xiao Siye, he would automatically pick up another different piece of music, completely immersed in the sound of the piano in front of him.
Xiao Siye quietly walked out of the study. On a winter evening, before seven o’clock, the floor-to-ceiling windows were already shrouded in darkness. The lights of the capital are as dense as stars, scattered in this tidal land.
Xiao Siye picked up his mobile phone. There was not much in the refrigerator. He planned to buy some fresh vegetables and fruits to make a formal dinner.
As soon as he placed the order, the sound of the piano in the study stopped.
Xiao Siye walked to the door of the study: “Tired?”
“No,” Jiang Zhao frowned, his expression looking like he is in a hurry, “I just answered a call, I have something to do, I have to go first.”
He looked in a hurry, and Xiao Siye didn’t say anything. He brought his coat over for him: “Do you need me to take you?”
“My car is down there, don’t need it,” Jiang Zhao put on his mask and hat, pushed open the door, and went out, “I’ll go.”
Xiao Siye leaned against the door, watching his shadow enter the elevator car. When the elevator was closed, and all the way down to the first floor, his eyes moved slightly, and he took out a slightly wrinkled cigarette case from his pocket.
When the cigarette was about to reach his lips, he remembered something, paused for a few seconds, and stuffed the cigarette into the cigarette case.
Then he raised his hand, and the cigarette case drew a beautiful parabola in the air and fell precisely into the trash can a few meters away.
Downstairs, as Jiang Zhao started the car, he remembered the phone call just now.
He didn’t listen to Mrs. Xu’s voice and panicked a lot and he had forgotten to say goodbye to Xiao Siye.
Jiang Zhao couldn’t think about it so much, he sprinted to the private hospital with one foot on the accelerator. He ran to the front desk in three steps, found the single ward of the Department of Orthopedics, and pushed open the door of the ward: “Mom! How is my dad?”
Mes. Xu, who was watching the cross-talk, said, “Hahahahahaha… Huh?”
Old Jiang, who was watching cross-talk with Mrs. Xu, looked surprised: “Yo, son!”
Jiang Zhao: “…”
He looked at Old Jiang, who was lying on the bed, and then at Madam Xu: “…So, where did you fall?”
It was obviously Mrs. Xu who called him, and Old Jiang fell into the hospital, and his voice was so sad. As a result, he came all the way to the hospital, and the two of them were still happily watching crosstalk.
…the son is just being dramatic, right?
Jiang Zhao’s back stiffened.
He turned around slowly, Han Tingfeng was holding a bag of x-rays in his hand, and looked at him tenderly: “Would you like to talk?”
A minute later, Jiang Zhao sat expressionlessly in a corner of the private ward.
Han Tingfeng handed all the documents and materials in his hand to Mrs. Xu: “The doctor is gone. Uncle has a broken leg bone and needs to rest in bed for about a month.”
“Thank you, Xiao Han,” Mrs. Xu clenched his hand gratefully. “Today, Old Jiang fell at the door. If you hadn’t happened to pass by outside, who would have spotted him.”
Han Tingfeng smiled slightly: “It’s just a coincidence that I saw him, but no matter who it is, they will definitely come to help Uncle Jiang.”
“What’s more,” he glanced at Jiang Zhao, “Xiao Zhao and I grew up together. We’ve been friends for so long, we should be helping each other.”
Mrs. Xu nodded with a smile like a flower: “That’s right, this kid didn’t have any friends when he was a child, so he was the closest to you. Oh, my son, what are you doing sitting so far away? Come and talk to Xiao Han?”
Jiang Zhao clicked his tongue.
He glanced at Han Tingfeng, tried his best to suppress the urge to frown, and came to the side of the hospital bed.
After a few seconds of silence, he said, “Thanks.”
No matter what, Han Tingfeng helped him in this matter. No matter how he hated the other party, he still had to squeeze his nose and say thank you as far as the matter was concerned.
Mrs. Xu was a little dissatisfied: “Just verbally thank you? You will not invite Xiao Han to dinner?”
Han Tingfeng smiled and said, “No need Aunt Xu. Between me and Xiao Zhao… In fact, there are still some misunderstandings that are unclear. It’s normal that Xiao Zhao doesn’t want to see me.”
As he continued, his eyelashes drooped down, looking a little fragile and lonely.
Mrs. Xu stopped talking immediately: “You two grew up together, what can’t you do? Jiang Zhao?”
Mrs. Xu called out and Jiang Zhao naturally couldn’t ignore it.
He took a deep breath and forced a smile at Han Tingfeng: “Thank you, I’m here to invite you to dinner.”
Han Tingfeng’s eyes suddenly lit up: “Really, Xiao Zhao?”
Before Jiang Zhao could speak, Han Tingfeng continued, “The second rehearsal of the cross-party party is near, how about we stay there?”
Mrs. Xu next to him was eyeing him, how could Jiang Zhao refuse: “Okay.”
After spending three tormented hours in the hospital, Jiang Zhao couldn’t bear it anymore and called Zuo Xiaoqiu in the corridor: “Is there any temporary work that can be arranged? Advertising campaign red carpet party, anything!”
To Jiang Zhao’s surprise, Xiao Hu answered the call: “Brother Jiang, Brother Xiaoqiu just had a private call and went out to answer it.”
Jiang Zhao was stunned for a while, and said, “It’s fine, then you can help me take a look.”
Xiao Hu immediately opened Zuo Xiaoqiu’s work record, and after a few minutes, he was a little embarrassed: “Brother Jiang, you had to rest for this period of time, and everything was pushed back. I can’t find a job that can be arranged in two or three weeks. ”
Jiang Zhao cursed silently.
“It’s alright,” he sighed, “that’s it.”
From this point of view, he really couldn’t do anything about the dinner.
That night, Jiang Zhao accompanied Old Jiang in the hospital all night. Mrs. Xu started to feel sleepy before ten o’clock, so she asked the driver to take off. Although Jiang Zhao was an escort, the nurse was basically doing everything, and there was no chance for him to help.
In just one night’s work, Old Jiang had already been friendly with the nurse..
Yesterday, the effect of supplementing sleep in Xiao Siye was surprisingly good. Even if Jiang Zhao stayed through the night intermittently, he did not feel sleepy at all. He didn’t notice until after he left that Xiao Siye sent him a message after he left, asking him what was the urgent matter, and if he needed help, he could be called.
This service attitude was too good, Jiang Zhao couldn’t help but feel a little vacuous, so he immediately replied: “My dad fell, but his leg bone is a little cracked. It’s enough to keep him in bed for a month.”
A few seconds later, Xiao Siye sent a message: “Which hospital? I’ll visit uncle.”
Jiang Zhao thought for a moment and felt that it was unnecessary, after all, they were just pretending to be dating.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Siye continued: “If the second elder has a better impression of me than Han Tingfeng, it should be more beneficial for you.”
Jiang Zhao: “!”
Jiang Zhao: “That’s right.”
He still had to figure out a way to let his parents gradually distance themselves from Han Tingfeng without exposing what happened.
Thinking of this, he leaned on the linen sofa. After a while, he felt that the sofa seemed to be less comfortable than the fabric material.
Maybe next time he can ask Xiao Siye for a link to buy the sofa.
Jiang Zhao scattered his thoughts indiscriminately and closed his eyes unconsciously.
Xiao Siye brought gifts and flowers and knocked on the door of the ward.
The moment the door opened, he met a smiling face.
“Mr. Han,” Xiao Siye raised the corner of his lips, “What a coincidence, I didn’t expect to meet you here.”
Han Tingfeng squeezed out a smile: “Yeah, what a coincidence. When I was helping uncle in the hospital yesterday, Xiao Zhao came. Didn’t he tell you?”
Xiao Siye raised his eyebrows lightly: “Oh? That’s not true. Maybe Xiao Zhao thinks that some unimportant things don’t need to be wasted time on.”
The people in the room couldn’t hear their voices, but Mrs. Xu saw Jiang Zhao as soon as she looked up, and her eyes lit up immediately: “Xiao Siye? Come quickly!”
Old Jiang also immediately sat up straight, sitting upright.
“How is Uncle’s health?” Xiao Siye handed flowers to Mrs. Xu and apologized, “It was very late when Xiao Zhao told me yesterday, that I thought about not disturbing my uncle’s recovery, so I didn’t come yesterday. I’m here to visit today, and I’m asking aunt to forgive me.”
“It’s good if you have this one,” Mrs. Xu smiled and pulled him to one side, then pulled Han Tingfeng to the other side, patted both shoulders, and said with emotion, “Jiang Zhao, to have such a good boyfriend and such a good friend is such a blessing for this stinky boy!”
Xiao Siye looked at Han Tingfeng, Xiao Siye smiled brightly, and the message in his eyes was obvious: I’m the boyfriend, you’re his “friend”.
Han Tingfeng’s smile solidified on the bottom of his eyes, forming a layer of frost.
After chatting with the elder Jiang for a while, Xiao Siye went to the bathroom. He leaned over to wash his hands in front of the sink when a man suddenly appeared beside him.
Xiao Siye didn’t raise his head: “Is there something wrong with Mr. Han?”
When there was no one else, Han Tingfeng finally took off his camouflage.
He looked cold: “Mr. Xiao is really Xiao Zhao’s boyfriend?”
Xiao Siye heard the words and looked at him in surprise: “Otherwise, could it be you’re his boyfriend?”
Han Tingfeng looked at him for a few seconds, then chuckled: “Even if you are, you’re not what he likes.”
“The look in Xiao Zhao’s eyes is different from when he sees you,” he said quietly, “Even if you can temporarily occupy his head… but you can’t get him.”
“You have the same thoughts as me, but it’s a pity.”
Han Tingfeng smiled lightly and said, “You are just a poor bastard like me, Mr. Xiao.”
Xiao Siye said, “Poor bastard?”
“Then I’m also a poor bastard who kissed him.” He blinked and looked at Han Tingfeng innocently, “He did it on his own initiative. Is it the same with Mr. Han?”