The sound of the flute is quite bright, and the resonance of the interior space sounds melodious and lively.

Gu Fei didn't know why anyone thought that such an instrument was not as good as a piano. Jiang Cheng stood there against the table, holding this small black tube in his hand, which was quite stylish.

The song he played sounded quite cheerful, but Gu Fei could hear some loneliness for no reason. I don’t know if it was because of the instrument itself or the person playing it.

The last note echoed in the jumping fire. After slowly disappearing, Jiang Cheng's hand holding the flute was hanging down, and neither of them spoke.

After a while, Jiang Cheng raised his head and had a faint smile on his lips: "How is it?"

"It's great." Gu Fei replied, applauding.

"Can't you talk well?" Jiang Cheng took a small velvet cloth and wiped it on the mouth of the flute, "I feel so fucked as soon as I open my mouth."

"Great," Gu Fei replied again, "It must have been a long time since I learned it?"

"Well," Jiang Cheng responded, thought about it and shook his head again, "It seems that it hasn't been long, it's not as long as I have learned piano."

"It didn't take long for me to brag so well," said Gu Fei, "It's worthy of being."

Gu Fei didn't continue to say it halfway, Jiang Cheng sighed: "Yes, I'm a top student, when will this joke be finished?"

Gu Fei smiled for a while before saying again: "It's so good."

"It's not difficult, it's easy to get started," Jiang Cheng held the flute in his hand and turned it around a few times, handing it to him, "Do you want to try it?"

"Then I'll try," Gu Fei walked up to him, took the flute, "Did you blow it directly?"

"What about that?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"I mean, do you have a cleanliness obsession?" Gu Fei said.

Jiang Cheng laughed, feeling that he could not hold back that night. After laughing for a long time, he pointed around: "In this environment, whoever has a cleanliness obsessed with it has long collapsed."

"Yes, I just took the quilt of the dead mouse," Gu Fei took the whistle and looked at it, pressing his finger on the vent as he was, "Is it right?"

"Yes," Jiang Cheng gently tweaked his fingertips, "Press tightly, it's leaking."

After Gu Fei pressed it, he tried to blow it gently.

The flute made a tight and harsh whistle, and he frowned and turned his head: "Why did you make this sound scare me."

Jiang Cheng held back his laughter: "Relax and blow, don't keep it when you let it go, it's better to have all the sounds out."

"Okay." Gu Fei cheered up and then blew it in front of him.

This time it was much better, the sound was loud and long, but it sounded

"Forget it," Gu Fei let go of the flute, "It's easy to get started, but it doesn't mean you can listen by blowing a few bites. Just this movement, I don't know what to do and think I brought a slap in here."

"It's still tight," Jiang Cheng took the flute and rubbed the flute's mouth against his pants casually. "Look at my face, you have to relax."

Gu Fei looked at him seriously, and he blew a scale: "Do you understand?"

"I don't understand," Gu Fei smiled, "Will you scold people?"

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything, and continued to play the music with the flute, the scales, and the short piece of music. After playing for a while, Gu Fei raised his hand and poked his face: "What you said is relaxed."

The music stopped suddenly, and the flute in Jiang Cheng's hand sucked directly into his hand.

"Fuck!" Gu Fei retracted his hand, rubbed the back of his hand while shaking his hands, and cursed, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Cheng suddenly felt embarrassed that he wanted to jump out of the window. He didn't know if it was because of drinking or the close-up face-to-face meeting that made him feel that the air around him was full of ambiguity.

Gu Fei's voice and the breath of Gu Fei's speech and breath made him feel a little dizzy.

The touch of his fingertips on his face was only a slight touch, and the area was so small that it was negligible, but this action still made him overreact.

At this moment, he couldn't tell whether this was his conditioned reflex or subconscious avoidance.

The key is that Gu Fei was sucked by him for no reason, and he couldn't explain it yet.

Hello, I don't like others touching me very much.

Because I like men, I don’t want to be touched by men.

Hello, Wang Jiuri said that I was a matter of trouble is actually a very correct judgment

"Wang Xu said you didn't have someone patted your shoulders," Gu Fei looked at him and snatched his line, "You're really a good deal."

"Ah," Jiang Cheng also looked at him, "Did you just find out?"

Gu Fei didn't say anything and stared at him.

Jiang Cheng didn't know what to say, so he had to stand there and stare at Gu Fei.

If he glared for ten seconds, Jiang Cheng felt something was wrong and he wanted to laugh.

Want to laugh very much.

If this kind of thing that sucks Gu Fei for a while and then laughs wildly, Gu Fei should come over and fight him.

Therefore, you cannot drink alcohol in a big gulp, as it is easy to cause bad things.

After thinking a lot, he gritted his teeth and didn't laugh. Gu Fei was probably tired of glaring at him, and rubbed his hands again: "You are a blessing that you are not a woman, otherwise you might not be able to get married."

Jiang Cheng burst into laughter in this second.

Laughing, fucking laughing!

What's so funny?

A cup of oxen can turn you into a mentally retarded person!

Jiang Cheng, are you an idiot? Yes.

While teaching himself a lesson in a storm in his heart, he was so happy that he trembled with the table leaning behind him.

"Believe it or not, I will beat you?" Gu Fei said.

Jiang Cheng covered the wound on his ribs and continued to laugh. Gu Fei was finally infected by his mental retardation again and then laughed.

However, in addition to being very mentally retarded, this laughter is also beneficial. The embarrassment wrapped around Jiang Cheng was finally lost.

Just laughing so hard that my waist is sore.

"Oh" he poured it on the sand, "Sorry, I probably drank too much."

Gu Feishu breathed a sigh of relief, probably waiting for the smile to pass, then walked over to the sofa beside him and sat down heavily: "Wang Xu said he patted you on the shoulder and you were going to attack him?"

Although the sofa was very worn, it was still somewhat elastic. When Gu Fei smashed it like a shell, Jiang Cheng was bounced up, feeling dizzy as if he was about to take off.

"I'm not interested in fighting with his coward." He patted the sofa, got up and smashed it down.

Gu Fei next to him also bounced.

"Are you childish?" Gu Fei said, then got up and smashed it.

"You're going to start first." Jiang Cheng was bounced a little bit crooked this time and fell to Gu Fei's side.

The sofa is not big, just a small double sofa. When it falls, the two of them squeeze together and almost hit their heads.

"Fuck." Jiang Cheng whispered, holding onto the sofa and trying to sit down.

He supported his hand and pressed it directly on Gu Fei's hand.

Gu Fei's hands were very warm, and the touch of the knuckles pressed against his palm was very clear.

But this time Jiang Cheng had no conditioned reflex, and he didn't know why, so he froze in the original place as if he was pressed and paused.

Gu Fei didn't say anything or move. When he turned his face, he breathed into his ears.

"You" Jiang Cheng spoke but didn't know what he wanted to say.

"What?" Gu Fei asked.

These two simple words, under the influence of alcohol and close distance, are like a spark of electric current. As soon as the sound comes out, Jiang Cheng feels that half of his body's pores explode.

He turned his face and kissed Gu Fei on the face.

Crazy.

This is the only content that was still flashing in Jiang Cheng's mind, and all of them were cleared apart.

The brain is gone.

Gu Fei still didn't move or speak again. At this moment, they seemed to be a statue frozen in a frozen space.

Gu Fei did not respond, and because he was dizzy, Jiang Cheng couldn't see his eyes clearly, so he only hoped that Dao Lei would strike both of them in this moment.

When Jiang Cheng woke up in the morning, the time on his phone showed that it was already 10:30, and there were three of Lao Xu's missed answers.

This is the first time he has been late since school started. If he is a little late, he will be able to skip classes for half a day.

He sat up on the bed, lowered his head and half closed his eyes.

He doesn't want to go to school.

Very unwilling to do so.

Because of what happened last night.

His last memory was that his lips touched Gu Fei's face.

After that, I remember nothing.
To be continued...