XNUM X night

Chapter 16 Glass Strings

Ye Siran seems to have turned herself into Sang Yintian's exclusive collector.

The car finally stopped in the yard of the single-family villa. It was already late, and with the cool wind blowing for too long, Sang Yintian was completely awake from the wine.

Unlike his own high-end neighborhood, this place is very quiet.It seems that the whistling night wind will stop here gently for a few seconds.

Sang Yintian looked around, and finally all his eyes stopped on the gate of the single-family villa.There was a fingerprint lock on the door, and with the help of the lamp next to it, Sang Yintian found that there were very light lines on the electronic screen.Almost every time in the same position.

"You live alone?" Sang Yintian pressed a switch on the stone wall, and soon, countless warm yellow nightlights lit up around the garden near the gate.Warm light enveloped Ye Siran, giving him a gentle breath.

Sang Yintian suddenly felt that if Ye Siran got better one day, there would be many lovely girls chasing after him.

[Fingerprint unlock is successful, master, welcome home. ] A smiling face suddenly appeared on the electronic screen of the fingerprint lock, which looked a little funny.

"Come in." Ye Sizan reached out and touched the inside twice, then turned on the overhead light switch, and brighter light penetrated the large French windows, completely illuminating the entire courtyard.

At this time, those little night lights seemed a little redundant, completely shrouded in the shadow of cold light.

"My parents are abroad, and they rarely come back." Ye Siran took new slippers from the shoe cabinet next to her, squatted down and placed them gently at Sang Yintian's feet. "I... I haven't seen them much since I was very young."

"Oh..." Sang Yintian glanced at the living room on the first floor. The decoration style here is more inclined to western cities. Even the paintings on the wall were bought from abroad.There is a framed photo on the wooden cabinet next to it, which is Ye Siran's family portrait.

The scene in the photo is somewhat similar to the garden outside the house, with a swing full of flowering vines hanging.A man and a woman were sitting upright on the stools next to them. On the left and right stood two boys with similar looks. The elder brother was taller than the younger brother. He held a book in his hand and looked at the younger brother sideways.But the younger brother just leaned quietly on the swing, holding a white doll rabbit in his hand.

The rabbit's ears are very long, hanging down to the ground, stained with some dirty dirt.

"What about your brother?" Sang Yintian didn't think too much, and shifted his gaze from that photo to other places. "He's not coming back either?"

It's big here, but lonely.It was hard for Sang Yintian to imagine how Ye Siran lived here alone.

"Ye Wanlu is busy with work all day, so he doesn't have time to care about me."

Sang Yintian agreed with this sentence very much, otherwise, as Ye Siran's own brother, how could he ask an outsider like him to help.Moreover, according to Ye Siran's previous attitude, the relationship between the two brothers was not harmonious.

"That's it." Sang Yintian put the picture book he brought on the table, and looked back at Ye Siran, "Then can I visit your bedroom? Oh, by the way, don't get me wrong, I just I think the decoration style and furniture arrangement of your home can inspire me."

"You mean, the illustrations about "Infinite Creation"? "The living room is connected to the open kitchen, and Ye Siran came over with two glasses of cool white wine, "Of course, I'll take you...my room is on the third floor." "

After speaking, Ye Siran walked up the stairs first.Seeing that Sang Yintian had been staring at a certain place, he leaned on the stairs and tilted his head again.

"What do you see?"

"Ah, no." Sang Yintian looked away again, smiled at Ye Siran twice, and stepped up the stairs.

This villa is really too big. There are many empty rooms on the second floor, but only one door has a combination lock.Sang Yintian frowned, and patted Ye Siran's shoulder lightly.

"that room……"

"Uh..." Ye Siran didn't speak, and continued to walk up.It wasn't until they stood at the stairs on the third floor that Ye Sizan chuckled lightly, and his face didn't look very good. "That... is the room where I hid things when I was a child."

"This is my bedroom." Ye Siran pushed open the closed wooden door in front of him, "I don't know what art is, so...my room looks a bit monotonous."

Sang Yintian followed Ye Siran's gaze and looked over.A little monotonous?Does this kid Ye Siran have any misunderstandings about the measuring words of "some".It's more than a bit monotonous here, except for a big bed, a wardrobe, a table, and a few books scattered on the floor, Sang Yintian couldn't find anything else that could fill the gap.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the room were closed, preventing the wind from blowing in, and the thick curtains were tied with beautiful ropes, which were perfectly divided on both sides of the wall.

Standing by the window, Sang Yintian could see the dilapidated swing in the yard, the flower vines were a little withered, revealing the hideous hemp rope.If you don't turn on the lights, can you still see the night lights in the yard?

Sang Yintian looked back at the bed behind him, the sheets were slightly wrinkled, and there seemed to be a mild musty smell that would only come after a rainy day.

Did Ye Siran sleep here alone at night? He turned off the light, hugged his body and looked out the window. Can he really see the stars in the sky?Can he hear the dove?Did he feel for a moment that he was alone?

Just like Sang Yintian himself, in order not to make himself so lonely, he deliberately installed a projection screen on the entire wall at home.

But Sang Yintian still feels lonely.

"No, I think this is good." Sang Yintian smiled, "It's better to have less things, and it looks clean. Unlike my house, there are actually a lot of messy things... But I piled them all up to the second floor I went to my bedroom. You were there last time, remember?"

"remember."

In Sang Yintian's bedroom on the second floor, there was a small cloakroom.The door was closed, and Ye Siran didn't have the nerve to open it.He just slept there for one night, and Sang Yintian's usual perfume fell asleep with him.

"This is..." Sang Yintian noticed the silver key ring that fell in the corner, and there was a strange thing tied to it.

A model of a transparent violin?

Sang Yintian took two steps forward, before he reached out his hand.Ye Siran suddenly stepped over, bent down to pick up the keychain, and threw it in his pocket.

"Ah, this is my childhood toy, maybe I accidentally left it in the room." Ye Siran's eyes were a little red, and she didn't dare to look into Sang Yintian's eyes.

Sang Yintian also knew he was lying.

"Oh...Okay." Sang Yintian curled his mouth and stopped looking at him, "The room next to yours doesn't look like a residential one. I just smelled the paint. It's being renovated recently?"

It was empty, not even a bed.

"Uh..." Ye Siran raised his hand and scratched his neck, then looked up to the room next to him, "Come with me."

Didn't refuse this time?It seems that the empty room next door should not be a secret to Ye Siran, otherwise how could he be willing to take him to visit.Sang Yintian couldn't help being curious about the locked room on the second floor. He took a deep breath and half-closed his eyes.

But in any case, for Sang Yintian, it is always a good thing.He wanted to understand Ye Siran, even if only a little bit.

The isolated room was indeed newly renovated, without any furniture in it.But Sang Yintian always felt a little familiar, as if... the structure of his studio was somewhat similar.Sang Yintian worked hard to clear the things piled up in his studio from his mind, and finally turned his head to look at Ye Siran.

"This room..."

"That's right, it's exactly the same as your current studio." Ye Siran not only learned to answer back, but also learned to rush to answer.And judging from his current expression, Ye Siran doesn't seem to be unhappy.

Instead, he showed a very satisfied smile.

"You don't even understand oil paintings, why do you need a special studio at home." Sang Yintian was extremely curious.From the moment he entered the house until now, there was nothing in this house that could be related to painting.Now there is such an extra studio, no matter how I think about it, I feel a little strange.

"Sang Yintian, you may not believe it... Actually, you are the first friend I made." With a smile on his face, Ye Siran reached out to touch the snow-white wall.He walked slowly to the middle, closed his eyes, "You may think I'm lying to you... because, even I find it a bit unbelievable. People like me... can still—"

"Yes, because your family is so rich, even if they don't mean it sincerely, there will always be people who approach you for money." Sang Yintian suddenly smiled, and his index finger lightly slid across the line of his lips, "What should I do instead?" It's me, and I'll be close to you too."

"But, you are not short of money." Ye Siran stared seriously into Sang Yintian's eyes, "And I don't think you can get anything from me..."

If the people who approached him must have come with a certain purpose, then Sang Yintian must be innocent and clean.

"Then I don't care." Sang Yintian moved closer subconsciously, and couldn't help teasing him, "Whether you have money or not, I will try my best to get close to you, and no one can stop me."

Ye Siran's heart trembled again.

Sang Yintian copied his warm home when he was young, and Ye Siran copied his studio just like him.

Sang Yintian looked up at the lamp that hadn't been installed yet, and opened his mouth, "You haven't told me why you moved my studio into your house?"

"I... like your studio." Ye Siran suddenly smiled.

He rarely has such a redundant expression, but he really smiled.Like a child who got a treasure in the Garden of Eden, his eyes were bright.

"Like my studio?" Sang Yintian frowned, "But... don't all studios look the same? There are drawing board easels, colorful paints, and those lifeless white plaster figures."

"No, I only like your studio alone." Ye Siran whispered.

"why?"

"Because, standing inside, I feel that I am not alone." Ye Siran rolled his eyes, "It turns out that a person like me can have friends."

Sang Yintian was stunned for a moment, and walked out of the room.When he passed the door, he turned back again, "There are too many things in my studio, some unused brushes and palettes, and some half-painted defective products, I don't know where to throw them. It's the most suitable. Since you have prepared this room, save it for me first. It just so happens that I'm going to get a new drawing board recently, and the old one—”

"I don't mind keeping it for you first!"

The paintbrush touched by Sang Yintian, the palette dyed with countless pigments, passed through the hands of Sang Yintian... This is really a strange hobby.

But if these can make Ye Sizan smile more, Sang Yintian doesn't think it's so strange.

Ye Siran seems to have turned herself into Sang Yintian's exclusive collector.

It was later, and Ye Siran specially prepared two suppers.He himself is not interested in Western food and eats less than others.In front of Sang Yintian was an exquisite fruit platter, with a toothpick stuck on each piece of fruit.I have to admit that Ye Siran is sometimes very careful.

"puppy."

"Huh?" Ye Siran buried her head in her meal and didn't bother to look at him.After he finished drinking the purple potato porridge in the bowl, Ye Siran wiped his mouth, turned to look at Sang Yintian, "What's wrong?"

"Look at this." Sang Yintian turned the picture book in his hand to the latest page, and the messy lines outlined a room.

"This is... my bedroom? You actually drew him?" Ye Sizan couldn't believe it, and took the drawing book and looked at it for a long time.The room in the painting is exactly the same as his, even the curtain patterns are very similar.It's just that in that corner, there is an extra transparent violin.The bow rests lightly on its other side.

"In your painting, why did you deliberately add this violin into it..."

"Does it look good? I did it on purpose." Obviously, Sang Yintian didn't want to answer him.

"nice."

But Ye Siran still wanted to ask why he added this to his painting...he didn't understand. "This painting, do you also plan to add it to the theme of "Infinite Creation"? "

Infinite creation means that this painting will appear in front of everyone.What on earth is Sang Yintian thinking about? Is he trying to help him realize his impossible dreams one by one...

"En." Sang Yintian responded softly. "I think it fits the theme very well."

"Then it..."

It has no name.In the end, Ye Siran couldn't ask the question.

But Sang Yintian easily saw through. He took the drawing book from Ye Siran's hand and continued to outline the shadow of the violin's tail.

"It's called "Glass Strings." Sang Yintian closed the book, took out the key ring from Ye Siran's pocket, put it on his index finger, and shook it lightly in front of his eyes twice. "I believe that dreams will not die unless you give up on yourself first."

"Ye Siran, I believe that one day, it will appear in your hands openly. As I said, your hands are the most suitable for the violin."

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