Chapter 56. "Didn't I say I'd 'serve' you?"

Song Huai was unwilling to give up and wanted to bargain, "I'll practice for a little while longer, ten minutes, is that okay?"

"You can't practice for even a minute longer." Master Kang's attitude was firm and resolute.

Then, he sighed silently and said earnestly, "Mr. Song, you can't be in such a hurry. Recovery is not something that can be accomplished overnight. If you are too eager for quick results, it will be detrimental to the recovery of your right hand."

Song Huai then gave up, "Alright, thank you for your hard work today."

After saying that, he slowly stood up from the chair, supporting himself with his left hand, and prepared to leave.

He was probably really tired; he was panting heavily, his eyes were downcast, his right hand hung limply at his side, and he walked very slowly. It took him a long time just to get to the door.

The clothes were clearly just normal size, but they looked huge on him. He was already on the thin side, and recently, due to the pain from his injuries, his back looked even thinner and more striking.

"Mr. Song." As if by some strange twist of fate, Master Kang called out to him.

Song Huai turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Actually, there is hope for your hand to fully recover, I believe in you." It's just that the hope is very slim.

He paused for a moment, then joked again, "My daughter really loves the pieces you play. She started trying to buy tickets for your last concert a long time ago, but unfortunately she still couldn't get any."

Song Huai burst out laughing, though his smile was full of weariness, it couldn't hide the joy on his face.

Kang Fushi stared at him intently and said softly, "She'll have another chance to attend your concert in the future, right?"

As he smiled, a light appeared in Song Huai's eyes. "Then... thank you for your kind words."

At lunchtime, although Aunt Liu's food looked delicious, he was exhausted after a morning of rehabilitation and had no interest in the Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

But he couldn't resist the constant nagging from someone this morning, which kept echoing in his mind like a demonic chant. Song Huai stared at the food on the table for a long time before finally admitting defeat and picking up his chopsticks to stuff the food into his stomach, bite by bite.

After the meal, Song Huai brought paper and pen, sat by the window, and began writing music.

The window faced a sea of ​​roses in the yard. He stared at the flowers for a long time, then lowered his head and began to write furiously on the paper.

Most composers experience periods of creative burnout, but Song Huai is different. From the afternoon he met Bai Xiao more than ten years ago, it was as if his Ren and Du meridians had been opened, and inspiration flowed continuously every day. Song Huai is not good with words; music is his way of communicating with the world. Over the years, he has created countless colorful works, each with its own unique style. But in each of these pieces, there seems to be the shadow of "At the moment," the song that made him famous all over the country many years ago.

Every day he spent with Bai Xiao, he had so much to say to the world. He transformed these words into vibrant musical notes and wrote them down on paper—he wanted to take advantage of these last days to write down everything he wanted to say.

Lately, he has gradually gotten used to writing with his left hand, but the musical notes he produces are really not very flattering. Looking at the little tadpoles he wrote on the staff, Song Huai couldn't help but smile.

Suddenly, his vision went black as a pair of hands covered his eyes from behind.

The palms were warm, and the touch on his face was extremely gentle.

Song Huai was startled and said with a mix of reproach and delight, "Bai Xiao, what are you doing!"

Even after being exposed, the hands didn't leave Song Huai's face. Instead, they restlessly pinched and squeezed his face, complaining, "Why aren't you gaining any weight? You're too skinny..."

Song Huai had no choice but to put down the pen in his left hand and slap Bai Xiao's hand off his face. "Why are you back so early? Are the negotiations over?"

Bai Xiao was very unhappy after his hand was slapped away. He plopped down next to Song Huai in a huff, put his arm around his shoulder, and snuggled close to him, saying smugly, "Of course, with me on the job, the efficiency is top-notch." Bai Xiao ignored the many cutthroat competition in the business world and only cared about patting himself on the back.

Song Huai was too lazy to listen to his arrogance, so he picked up his pen again and started writing on the paper.

Bai Xiao stopped talking, rested her head on Song Huai's shoulder, and quietly watched Song Huai's left hand scribble on the paper.

As darkness gradually fell, the deep blue roses under the night sky became increasingly mysterious and enchanting.

Finally, after several days, Song Huai wrote down the last note of the piece on a piece of paper.

However, when it came to naming the piece, Song Huai ran into a problem. He racked his brains but couldn't come up with a suitable name, so he simply put the sheet music away and saved it for another day.

Song Huai suddenly spoke up: "Bai Xiao."

"What's wrong?"

"Your head is so heavy."

"...I'm so sorry to have troubled you, sir." Bai Xiao said in a fawning voice, "Lord Song, how about I give you a shoulder massage?"

Song Huai thought about it carefully for a while, "Hmm... I think it's a good idea."

Bai Xiao then stood up and went behind Song Huai, using all his skills to diligently massage the shoulders of his little darling, striving to satisfy Lord Song.

Bai Xiao had a good grasp of the pressure in his hands, and before long, Song Huai was squinting his eyes in comfort, but he still couldn't help but complain, "A little to the right...yes...lighter...too light...a little harder."

These words sounded so strange that Bai Xiao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Song Huai was baffled: "What are you laughing at?"

While rubbing Song Huai's shoulder, Bai Xiao said meaningfully, "It's nothing, I just feel that it would be better if you could say these things at night."

“…You!” Song Huai’s face turned bright red. “You old lecher.”

Bai Xiao felt deeply wronged: "I'm innocent, Lord Song! Although I'm a bit old, I'm strong and healthy. I'll make sure I can serve you perfectly. Please don't find me unworthy!"

Song Huai didn't want to share a room with this old rogue any longer, so he broke free from Bai Xiao's arms and tried to run away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, Bai Xiao grabbed his waist and lifted him into the air, placing him on the table where he had just written the score.

Song Huai tried to jump off the table and run away, but Bai Xiao held him tightly around the waist, blocking his way.

Song Huai, enraged and embarrassed, asked, "What...what are you going to do?"

Bai Xiao gently stroked his flushed cheeks, leaned closer to him, and whispered, "Didn't I already say that I'm going to 'serve' you?"

...

Since Song Huai was injured and hospitalized, the two had not been this intimate for a long time. In addition, they were both in the prime of their lives, and after their lovemaking, they were both thoroughly satisfied and happy.

Song Huai wrapped his left arm around Bai Xiao's neck, leaning against him, panting with his eyes closed—his already scarce stamina had plummeted since his injury.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he opened his eyes.

He pushed Bai Xiao aside, rummaged through a pile of documents on the table, and found the sheet music he had just finished writing. Only after confirming that the sheet music was intact did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He glared at Bai Xiao with displeasure, scolding him for choosing such a good place.

"It's not entirely my fault," Bai Xiao said guiltily in a low voice, "I only chose this place because I was worried you'd get tired..."

Although he knew Bai Xiao's words made sense, Song Huai was still a little scared. He lowered his head and looked at the score in his hand, not wanting to pay any more attention to Bai Xiao.

Seeing Song Huai's dejected expression, Bai Xiao immediately became more flexible: "Okay, okay, I was wrong. Let's not be angry anymore, okay? Next time, I'll definitely ask for your permission before choosing a place, okay?"

No, what other place does Bai Xiao want to choose?

While deeply marveling at Bai Xiao's shamelessness, Song Huai couldn't help but blush.

"Alright, alright, it's time to eat!" Song Huai didn't want to say anything more to Bai Xiao, so he walked out of the room without looking back.

After dinner, Song Huai sat on the sofa, bored, and picked up the remote to switch TV channels.

Seeing that the time was right, Bai Xiao carefully asked the question that had been on her mind all day: "How was your rehabilitation today?"

Bai Xiao asked the rehabilitation therapist, who said that Song Huai was very cooperative and the rehabilitation process was going smoothly. If things continued like this, it wouldn't be a problem for his right hand to recover to the point where he could meet his basic daily needs.

But hearing only one side of the story still made Bai Xiao uneasy; he needed to ask Song Huai directly to put his mind at ease.

Song Huai remained calm and said indifferently, "Everything is fine."

"Really?" Bai Xiao was overjoyed, and her tense heart finally relaxed.

"certainly."

“Then I’ll go with you tomorrow.” Bai Xiao knew a little about the pain Fu Jian was facing, and he couldn’t let Song Huai bear this pain alone—if he hadn’t been so busy today, he would never have left Song Huai alone.

Song Huai hesitated for a moment before saying, "Okay."

Next, Bai Xiao turned down all the work he could, and had his assistant report all the company's news to him every day, while he devoted himself to accompanying Song Huai in his rehabilitation training.

Throughout the entire process, his eyes never left Song Huai, who was undergoing arduous training. He watched helplessly as Song Huai moved his right arm, his face contorted in pain, covered in sweat. All he could do was stand by and hand Song Huai a cup of warm water during breaks in training.

This was the first time he had seen Song Huai so resilient. Normally, Song Huai was always gentle and mild-mannered, rarely even raising his voice. He never imagined Song Huai had this side to him; during training, he neither cried nor made a fuss, not even uttering a shout, silently enduring the hardship alone.

Several times, he almost lost his mind. He wanted Song Huai to stop training, but after struggling for a long time, he still couldn't bring himself to say it.

He knew that Song Huai would never listen to him, so there was no need for him to bother.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, and he only regretted that he could not take Song Huai's place to bear this pain.