Introduction

"Hey, why don't you be my boyfriend?"

When Ling Ke heard the person in front of him ask this in a low voice, he couldn't believe his ears.

That was the person he had been in love with for several years. At this moment, the other party curled his lips slightly, and a sense of incomprehensible ambiguousness appeared in his smile. His deep eyes looked at him incorrectly.

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001. First time meeting

The first time Ling Ke saw Qi Feng was during the summer vacation of the year he graduated from elementary school.

I still remember that summer the temperature was surprisingly high and the sun was scorching. He took the subway alone to the Conservatory of Music to take the Amateur Piano Level 8 exam. When he arrived, he was so hot that his whole body was soaked.

After entering the waiting room, Ling Ke found a seat to sit down, flipped through the music score, and recalled the skills that would be key to the examination, especially the song "Etude 21" by Cramer.

The rhythm of this song is very fast, mainly training the strength of the three, four and five fingers of the right hand. These three fingers are exactly Ling Ke's weakest point. He often plays the wrong fingers when practicing the wheel fingers. He tried to gently tap his fingers on the table for small practice.

At this moment, there was a slight sound next to him, and a boy as old as him sat down.

The boy was wearing a delicate and beautiful black performance suit, with a small wrapped vest tucked waist, and his black hair was neatly combed, which was set off with a jade-like skin color. Although he was still young and his face as big as a palm did not fully grow, his handsome facial features could already tell the prototype of the handsome guy. With his natural smile, he would definitely become a star-like figure in a few years.

Ling Ke looked at him blankly for two seconds. He had never seen such a beautiful person before, and was inexplicably nervous.

"Hey." The man looked at him with a smile and asked, "What's your name?"

There was a nice smell on the other party, a faint fragrance, I don’t know whether it came from clothes or hair.

Ling Ke remembered his almost sweaty T-slut, and was afraid that the other party would feel uncomfortable, so he subconsciously leaned to the side.

Instead, the man got closer and took the initiative to introduce himself: "My name is Qi Feng."

"My name is Ling Ke." He replied in a low voice.

A bright smile appeared on Qi Feng's face, and he stretched out his neck and asked again: "How old are you this year?"

His beautiful eyes like cats swept the waiting room around, turned back and stared at Ling Ke and said, "I see, you are the same age as me. Have you graduated from elementary school?"

Ling Ke is a bit introverted in front of others. He didn't expect that this person is so familiar. He seems to be your old friend for the first time when he meets you, and it makes people have no resistance at all!

"I... graduated, I just graduated this year." Ling Kedao.

Qi Feng said happily: "Wow, so am I! What elementary school do you originally came from? Where did you study in junior high school? How many years have you learned piano?"

The other party asked so many questions like a wheel, but Ling Ke didn't know which one to talk about first.

After adjusting his thoughts, he signed up for his primary school and counterpart junior high school, and said, "I started learning piano in the second grade, and it has been five years."

It is not too early to learn piano in the second grade. Many people start basic training from kindergarten and can finish the tenth grade before graduation from elementary school.

Qi Feng also took the initiative to talk about his school. Ling Ke had never heard of it and asked, "What is that place? Is it good?"

Qi Feng scratched his head and said, "Private, fewer people are here. I don't know if it's good, and I haven't attended anything else, but my mother said this is the best school we can go to in our city, and she doesn't want me to go abroad so early."

Ling Ke was stunned when he heard this. "Going abroad" was still an unattainable thing for him at this age. He suddenly felt the gap between him and Qi Feng.

Qi Feng said some interesting things that happened in the school again, such as bragging foreign teachers, rich extracurricular activities, and frequent outdoor teaching...

Ling Ke couldn't help but feel envious. This school is much more interesting than their primary school.

After talking for a while, Qi Feng's attention was attracted by his grading score, and he reached out and thrust over: "Wow, it's so bad, you must be playing well!"

Ling Ke said embarrassedly: "Average."

Qi Feng raised his eyebrows on one side: "Tsk, I'm so modest."

It’s really not Ling Ke’s modestness, it’s indeed average. His piano teacher always says that he is just talented, but the teacher also knows why he learns the piano and doesn’t have much demand for him.

"What song do you choose?" Qi Feng asked while flipping through his grading book. The oldest page must be played often. He soon came to a conclusion, "I'm just Schubert's song like you."

While Qi Feng was looking through his score, Ling Ke was paying attention to his hands.

People who play the piano will always subconsciously look at their peers' hands, especially Ling Ke's little finger is short, and his natural weakness makes him particularly concerned about the gap between himself and others.

Qi Feng's hands are very beautiful. Although he is only in his teenage years, he is already clean and slender. If his piano teacher sees him, he will definitely praise him "a natural pianist".

"Hey, do you want to take the music school in the future?" Qi Feng asked casually.

Ling Ke's thoughts were interrupted and he said almost without hesitation: "Don't want to."

Going into a music school? Why not kill him!

Since the second grade of elementary school, Ling Ke has never had a relaxing summer vacation. Every July and August, he stays at home and repeats the monotonous grading repertoire over and over again. For five years, his enthusiasm for piano has been exhausted by these boring exercises. Now he just wants to finish the exam as soon as possible and never touch the piano again in his life!

Qi Feng was a little surprised: "Then why are you learning the piano?" Before Ling Ke could speak, he asked and answered himself as if he suddenly realized, "I understand, I just learned to play... Then you don't need to take the exam, the grading tracks are too boring."

Ling Ke confessed helplessly: "No, it's for extra points in the middle school entrance examination."

Qi Feng was even more puzzled: "Extra points?"

Ling Ke explained a few briefly, and Qi Feng commented: "Ah? What's the point?"

"It's meaningless..." Ling Ke didn't want to show off, nor did he deliberately hide his disgust for playing the piano. But for some reason, looking at Qi Feng who was "well-dressed", Ling Ke felt ashamed for the first time that he said such a reason to learn the piano.

The other person's clothes are so formal, it should be very different from himself...

Ling Ke glanced at Qi Feng, and blurted out the doubts in his heart: "Are you not hot in dressing like this?"

Qi Feng lowered his head and pulled the bow tie around his neck, and smiled bitterly: "I don't want to wear it either, but my teacher said that every time I play in front of someone, I must be considered a formal performance, so I must take it seriously... Alas, there is nothing I can do about it."

What's strange is that Qi Feng said hot, but his face was clean and he didn't sweat at all.

"Candidate No. 7, Li Xu," the staff's mechanical summons came from the door, "The next candidate No. 8, Ling Ke, prepare."

Ling Ke suddenly became nervous: "It's almost time for me." After that, he had no intention of chatting with Qi Feng again.

Qi Feng looked at him with his chin in one hand and said carelessly: "You're about to enter the exam room quickly, don't think too much. Relax, the teacher won't eat people."

Ling Ke couldn't listen to it, and after sitting for a while, he felt anxious to pee, so he asked Qi Feng to help him look at his things and quickly went to the bathroom.

In a blink of an eye, more than ten minutes passed. After Ling Ke came back, Qi Feng handed him the music score with a smile and said, "Come on."

Ling Ke: "Yeah, thank you."

He did play Cramer's "Etude 21" twice wrong, but the last two songs went smoothly, especially Schubert's "Improvisation", which was the one he practiced the most smoothly.

It should...can't pass?

Ling Ke breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the examination room, hesitating whether to sit with Qi Feng for a while. There were not many people behind him, and I didn’t know which one that guy was in the exam.

But when he walked to the waiting room, the staff stopped him and whispered: "Classmate, you have finished the exam, right?"

Ling Ke pointed to the direction of the waiting room and stammered: "I... wait for someone."

The staff member said ruthlessly: "When you wait for someone, go outside."

Ling Ke could only leave the examination room with the score in his fate.

The sun outside was poisonous and spicy. He hid in the shade for half an hour, but he didn't see Qi Feng coming out.

Ling Ke couldn't help but fall on the black car parked across the road, and saw the painted surface of the car body shining brightly under the light.

He was in a daze and remembered what happened two hours ago. At that time, he had just arrived at the gate of the music school, and the entrance was full of people taking exams. He was holding the music score that was almost broken and rushed in front of the sign to see the location of the examination room. A black car suddenly drove over.

There were many people, and Ling Ke only glanced in that direction quickly and saw a boy in a performance costume, but he didn't take it seriously.

Later, he met Qi Feng in the waiting room and was asked by him on his own initiative. When he saw the car, Ling Ke connected them together.

The person who got out of that car seemed to be Qi Feng.

After all, I was wearing a costume to take the exam on such a hot day, and I couldn’t find a second person in the crowd.

"Wow, Bentley!" At this moment, a sudden scream came from the side, interrupting Ling Ke's thoughts.

Several parents accompanied their children to pass by together after the exam. An adult pointed to the car across the street and said astonished: "That's the car that sent the candidates, right?"

Another parent echoed: "Yes, I just saw it. Hey, the children of rich people pay so much attention to education, and our children cannot lose at the starting line."

The child raised his head and asked naively, "Mom, do we have no money?"

The parents said: "If you don't have money, you can sell your money and let you learn. If you study hard, you will give us the rewards, do you know?"

The child said "um" and lowered his head slightly, glanced at the car with envious eyes.

The hot temperature quickly polished Ling Ke's patience, making him feel a little inexplicably depressed.

Alas, what can I do even if I wait for Qi Feng? At most, I ask each other "How did I do in the exam?" He is a child of a rich family. Maybe he will never meet again after he is separated today.

Thinking of this, Ling Ke shook his head and turned around and left.

During dinner, Ling Ke reported on the grading test with his parents and said curiously: "Dad, mom, what is 'Bentley'?"

Ling's mother pulled a piece of meat into his bowl and said, "It's a famous brand car... where did you hear it?"

Ling Ke took a sip and said, "Today's exam, there was a boy about the same age as me who came here by Bentley."

Ling's father pushed his glasses and said calmly: "Oh, that family should be very rich. Bentleys are not affordable to ordinary people."

Ling Ke said "Oh" and said, "That person is going to school at 'Deyin International'. Do you know that school?"

Ling's mother and Ling's father looked at each other. Deyin International is a well-known private school in the local area. They naturally heard about it because students have been admitted to famous overseas schools for many years and have been on the newspapers and TV.

Ling's mother looked at Ling Ke and said first: "I heard that the tuition fee there is more than 100,000 yuan per year, which is equivalent to our family's income for more than half a year. Even if you want to go, the burden is too high."
To be continued...