Chapter 147
Qu Xing nodded, "Okay."
Ling Yin smiled and withdrew his gaze from Qu Xing's face - let alone Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, he would probably wait and listen carefully if he said he wanted to play some random music.
He pressed a tone.
Qu Xing raised the corners of his mouth, glancing back and forth between Ling Yin's slender fingers and face. After listening for five seconds, his eyes widened.
Why does his Little Star sound so nice!
He leaned forward on the stool and moved closer.
It begins with the familiar "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," a simple and lighthearted song, but also a little different. It's more immersed in the tranquility of the starry sky than a children's song. Qu Xing recognizes it as a variation on "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."
By the 60th second, the rhythm had indeed begun to change, becoming lively and playful—and visibly awesome.
Qu Xing had thought it might sound good, but he hadn't expected Ling Yin to be so impressive. He'd obviously been practicing since childhood. Ling Yin lowered his eyes to the piano keys, maintaining his usual graceful demeanor even while playing. No unnecessary movements, but he was far more serious than usual.
Qu Xing began to feel itchy again, and turned his head to stare at Ling Yin's hand movements in fascination.
What should I do? Oh my god, how can Ling Yin be so good? Oh my god, that sounds so good. Oh my god, his hands look so beautiful, even more beautiful than when he's typing. What should I do? I don't want to play professionally anymore. I want to watch Ling Yin play the piano every day.
Ling Yin noticed from the corner of his eye that the star had become still, like a cat in meditation, its attention completely drawn to something.
After a while, Qu Xing began to lean towards him unconsciously.
This piece of music was a bit too long, taking about ten minutes to play in full. Ling Yin had originally just wanted to play it casually, but Xingxing was listening so intently that he couldn't bear to interrupt him and continued playing section by section.
When he played the eleventh variation, Ling Yin caught a glimpse of something very crystal clear falling down.
The tone was disordered, Ling Yin quickly stopped and turned around, hurriedly raised his hand to wipe his tears, "What's wrong?"
Qu Xing shed tears and said: "Ling Yin——"
Ling Yin: "I'm sorry."
Qu Xing: "Why are you sorry again!"
Ling Yin: "I won't play anymore."
"Why don't you play it?" Qu Xing came closer with tears in her eyes: "I like it very much, I like it very much, I like it very much."
"Okay, I'll play it." Ling Yin chuckled: "Then why are you crying?"
"I love it so much."
Qu Xing wiped her tears on his shoulder, lowered her head, grabbed his hand and put it on the piano keys.
Ling Yin moved his fingertips to find a few notes.
Qu Xing pressed it down. Then he moved his hands to clasp Ling Yin's hand.
Qu Xing looked at the scar on his hand for two seconds, then took his hand away to look at Ling Yin's hand. It was so beautiful, so elegant, and so powerful. He could do so many things with these hands.
"I'm going to build a piano room at home," Qu Xing said as he took out his phone to send a message. He glanced towards the living room and said in a low voice, "I'll lock you up and play the piano for me every day."
Ling Yin had no objection: "Just accompany me."
"You're such a boring person!" Qu Xing pinched him. "You should be panicking, afraid, and sad, but you have to submit and be humble."
Ling Yin looked at him in surprise with a smile: "Oh~"
Qu Xing: “Oh~~”
Ling Yin leaned over with his hands on the piano stool, lowered his body slightly, looked up at Qu Xing sincerely, and said, "Please, Xingxing..."
Qu Xing tried his best to control the corners of his mouth.
"Don't lock me up." Ling Yin said.
Ling Yin was waiting to see what kind of majestic reaction Xingxing would make, but he couldn't control his expression at all. First, the corners of his mouth curled up despite his best efforts to control it. His eyes were shining, and he slightly bent his eyes and tilted his head, with a look of curiosity on his face.
Qu Xing: "You..."
Ling Yin couldn't control himself anymore, he fell onto Cixing's shoulder, buried his face and started laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" Qu Xing grabbed his hair at the back of his head.
Ling Yin smiled on his shoulder and said, "Why are you so cute?"
I must have been a small animal in my previous life.
Ling Yin raised his head and finally did something that was quite inconsistent with his style. He pressed Qu Xing's face and rubbed it hard.
"It's time to eat." An Yining poked his head out from behind the screen and saw his son rubbing someone else's face.
She smiled and turned away. She went to the restaurant to share her feelings with Ling Song: "It's so cute when they are in love."
Ling Song raised his eyes and looked over there: "What's wrong?"
An Yining: "How pure, they even rubbed each other's faces, but I didn't see any kissing."
Ling Song: "Can I let you see me kissing?"
An Yining: "I just heard them stop playing the piano and it was so quiet. I thought they were doing something bad and wanted to take a peek, but my son was holding Xingxing's face and rubbing it."
Ling Song: "He's quite lively."
An Yining: "He's been like this since he was a kid. I told my son not to worry, but you're always worried about him falling in love and being indifferent to his partner."
Ling Song: "I'm short-sighted."
Seeing the two people coming over, Ling Song raised his chin and motioned them to sit down: "Try it, and tell me if it doesn't suit your taste."
"Wow," Qu Xing was stunned for a moment, then sat down: "Xiaoyin has been eating so well since she was young, no wonder she looks so pretty."
"?" Ling Yin turned his head to look at him—he even called Xiao Yin.
When Ling Song saw Qu Xing, he couldn't hold back his cool expression and smiled: "It's just an ordinary home-cooked meal."
"You can tell this is professional," Qu Xing said. "It looks so clean, and the color is so natural and even. The shredded pork is evenly sized and thick, and the color tells you the right amount of soy sauce. And the stir-fried vegetables are bright green, not yellow, and the stems and leaves are evenly cooked. The cooking time is perfect..."
Qu Xing paused, said he was tired and a little thirsty, picked up the cup and took a sip.
Ling Song laughed out loud and picked up some of the stir-fried vegetables he had described as perfect. "Thank you for talking so much. You're also very professional."
"Our Xingxing can also cook." An Yining said with a smile.
Qu Xing: "Yeah."
An Yining: "Do I have a chance to try it?"
Qu Xing: “Yes.”
An Yining: "Then I'll wait."
Qu Xing looked at her and smiled: "An An looks a bit like my grandma."
An Yining: "How is it similar?"
Qu Xing: "They all look like little kids."
An Yining: "Then grandma is very young?"
Qu Xing bit his chopsticks and thought for a moment before saying, "Maybe she's in her fifties. She looked quite young before, but she looked older after she got sick."
An Yining: "Ouch."
Qu Xing: "She could be over 60, after all, she said she was my grandmother more than ten years ago."
An Yining couldn't utter anything except "ouch".
Qu Xing also realized one thing. The birthday present his grandmother left for him was only good until he turned 20. So after those two months, wouldn't his communication with his grandmother be completely cut off?
He really wanted to say goodbye to this person completely.
"Hey, I haven't seen the gift from Xingxing yet." An Yining suddenly remembered, put down his chopsticks and waved to Ling Song: "Bring it here and let me see it."
Upon hearing this, Ling Yin lowered his head slightly and coughed lightly.
Ling Song handed it over and opened the one given to him.
The couple: "..."
That night, Ling Yin was taken away by the couple for an hour-long talk, just like he was taken away for education when he was over two years old.
Ling Yin told them that most of Qu Xing's money had been donated but it still could not be spent, so he was "relatively" generous in giving gifts.
The couple was certain that their son had accidentally married himself into a wealthy family.
Ling Yin: "Not marrying."
Ling Song: "Do you still want to marry her? Can you afford the bride price?"
Ling Yin: "It's okay, he doesn't ask for much."
Ling Song: "Do you have any shame?"
“…”
Whether it was marriage or not, of course, was not important at all. After all, for these two, their connection didn't require any ceremony at all. They had already consciously given themselves to each other. Just based on these two hearts beating wildly at the sight of each other, they could stick together for a lifetime.
But Ling Yin might be a little eager to get married.
Their hand-holding on the stage after their victory had already convinced most people: these two are a couple. They've been dating in front of everyone online for almost a year, a real couple.
Only a few stubborn people are still immersed in a certain imagination, stubbornly believing that they are just close friends with a special way of getting along.
The world of CP fans has arrived and is becoming very popular. Even the New Year cannot drive away their old passion.
One day in January, they had just returned to the base after the championship ring awarding ceremony. Ling Yin was walking past the sofa in the living room, carrying a glass of water, when he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar song.
He paused and glanced over, and found Qu Xing holding his phone and laughing, with singing coming from his phone.
"What are you hearing?" Ling Yin walked over and asked.
Qu Xing nodded and smiled: "Let's get married."
“…”
Ling Yin: "Okay."
Qu Xing laughed out loud: "I was talking about the title of this song."
"..." Ling Yin sat over and listened carefully for a while, making sure that what he just heard was not an illusion: "Why is it our voice?"
Qu Xing smiled happily: "It was made by fans, an AI cover. It's so well done, it's just like the real thing sung by us."
After a pause, Qu Xing glanced at him, squinting his eyes and smiling: "But you just..."
Ling Yin: "What?"
Qu Xing: "Did you accept my proposal?"
Ling Yin: "When did you propose?"
Qu Xing: "Now."
As he spoke, he pretended to rummage through his pocket and pulled out a ring-shaped object, holding it up. With his other hand, he solemnly took Ling Yin's hand and kissed the back of his hand at the joint. "Will you marry me, Ling Yin?"
After saying that, without waiting for an answer, she stroked his joints with her fingers and put the "ring" directly on.
Ling Yin lowered his eyes to look at their hands and smiled: "You've already put it on, how can I refuse?"
"You still want to refuse?" Qu Xing looked up with a smile.
"I don't want to." Ling Yin held his hand tightly.
Qu Xing touched his pocket again: "There is also a real ring here."
He pulled out the championship ring he had just gotten back, which had his ID engraved on it, and handed it over with his hands spread out. "Want to change it?"
"Okay." Ling Yin took out his own and put it on him, then took Qu Xing's and put it on him.
Qu Xing looked at him, rather dissatisfied: "It's better to put it on display. Should we go buy a pair of rings when we have a chance?"
Ling Yin: “Yeah.”
Qu Xing looked at him and couldn't help laughing: "You are so obedient, brother."
Ling Yin smiled and tilted his head to look at him.
Qu Xing: "How about we go back home for your birthday?"
Ling Yin smiled: "Okay."
Qu Xing said, "This time you will accompany me to the study."
Ling Yin was stunned for a moment, then responded softly, "Okay."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
