After Marriage With A Disabled Gangster [BL] [MTL] [✔]

CHAPTER 6; PART 1

　Shen Ci unconsciously floored and straightened his body, Qin Yi had already put his hands on the piano keys, so he had no choice but to stop asking and concentrate on the piano.

　The man's pale fingers stayed on the keys for a while, and finally pressed it down with determination. The hands that hadn't touched the piano for five months were a bit rusty, but in just a few bars, he had regained his feelings and played along the score.

　Shen Ci stared at his hands, which were indeed a pair of hands suitable for playing the piano. The sound of the piano came out of his fingertips, seemingly natural, making people unable to remove their eyes or ears.

　But soon, this "naturally natural" was interrupted by an abrupt pause.

　Qin Yi frowned slightly, his body stiffened visibly.

　Shen Ci raised his head and saw where he paused, astonishingly the place where he wanted to step on the pedal was marked on the score.

　He couldn't help feeling stiff and looked at Qin Yi.

　After a pause of a few seconds, the man resumed the bar and continued playing without pedal assistance.

　Shen Ci felt uncomfortable in his heart, he lowered his eyes to look at the opponent's immovable leg, and pressed his lips tightly.

　The pedal was the soul of the piano.

　Although there were some songs that did not need to use the pedal at all, they were rare. In most piano music, the pedal will work more or less, especially some professional large-scale music that was suitable for concerts. Even more indispensable, unable to use the pedal, this would be a fatal blow to Qin Yi.

　To put it more seriously, "this person can no longer perform on stage."

　The young pianist fell from the sun at the age of twenty-six. If he followed the original plot, he would never have a chance to get up again.

　Shen Ci didn't know what kind of despair he had experienced in the past five months, so that he could not even touch the piano and left the things that accompany each other day by day in the piano room.

　He couldn't help but look at the people around him, his gaze slipped from his pale side face, swept across the thin and straight ridgeline, and finally landed on his waist.

　so skinny.

　Suddenly a strange thought came to him.

　He wanted to hug him.

　Suddenly, he heard the sound of the piano stop, and Qin Yi's low voice came: "Look at the score."

　Shen Ci returned to his senses in an instant, hurriedly retracted his gaze from the other person, and whispered: "Yes... I'm sorry."

　Ah, shameful.

　Qin Yi didn't look back, how did he know he was watching him!

　Taking a peek at Qin Yi, young master Shen Xiaoye was extremely ashamed, forcing himself to focus on the piano, and dared not look at Qin Yi again.

　But the two of them were sitting so close, how could he be focused...

　Qin Yi didn't say much, and continued to play the piano, and the sound of the piano gradually returned to Shen Ci's reason, and finally realized that the other side's repeated playing was the weaker part of him.

　Although he was able to play the entire piece smoothly and completely, in some places he felt that it was not in place-Qin Yi was checking for him.

　But because he couldn't use the pedal, he could only rely on the skill of his fingers to restore the atmosphere created by normal use of the pedal as much as possible. Such a technique was extremely difficult to achieve, and it was not applicable to all songs, and it could not be 100% restored. If you performed this kind of performance for a long time, people would be very tired.

　When he thought that Qin Yi had to teach him to play the piano in such a physical condition, Shen Ci felt that he had been given some important mission. The whole person became serious, sat down in distress, and began to listen carefully.

　There was no verbal communication between the two people, only the sound of the piano constantly reverberated in the room. The melodious music made people involuntarily intoxicated. Shen Ci listened and comprehended, remembering what each melody should look like and what kind of feelings should be contained in it.

　No one knew the meaning of this piece of music better than the creator himself.

　This kind of teaching without communication lasted for half an hour. When Qin Yi finally stopped, his hands were almost trembling, and his face was paler than before. He hurriedly left his seat and returned to the wheelchair, maintaining his tone with difficulty to sound calm: "I'm tired, you practice by yourself."

　Shen Ci was still immersed in the sound of the piano, and he subconsciously responded, and when he reacted, he realized that Qin Yi had left.

　Because he was too focused, he could not find the other party's abnormality, thinking that he was really tired and wanted to take a rest, so he adjusted his seat and started to practice on his own.

　*

　Qin Yi steered the wheelchair back to the bedroom.

　The first thing he did when he entered the room was to lock the door.

　The wheelchair stopped by the bed, and he supported the edge of the bed with difficulty, as if it was difficult to support the weight of his body, and almost put his upper body on the bed.

　There was a violent throb in his legs, as if one of his hands was tearing his nerves. This pain climbed all the way to his waist and spread to his back, causing him to tremble and spasm uncontrollably. Then he had to leave the piano room and hide by himself and came back to the bedroom.

　It seemed that because he had been sitting in front of the piano for a long time, the time when the pain got worse today had been advanced.

　But this "long time" was only half an hour, which was nothing compared to the time he used to practice every day.

　The man leaned on the bed, panting slightly, a thin layer of sweat was already on his forehead, and the blue veins were also prominent, seeming to be exhausted.

　For a long time, he struggled to prop up his body, put himself into bed, and then reached out to touch the bedside table, as if he wanted to take something from the drawer of the cabinet.

　But he stretched his hand halfway and stopped for unknown reasons. He paused for a few seconds in the air, and then picked up a transparent candy box from the bedside.

　The sugar box contained half a box of candies, which were very common fruit candies on the market, wrapped in a layer of transparent sugar paper that reflected the color in the sun, exactly the same as the one in the book.

　He squeezed out a candy with trembling fingertips, peeled off the sugar paper and stuffed it into his mouth. The cheap fruit candy was not unpalatable, but it was also not delicious. At this time, it seemed to be more effective than any medicine. He flipped it hard. Turned around and lay down on the bed.

　When the taste buds touched the sweetness, the crazily rushing thoughts gradually subsided, Qin Yi closed his eyes and heard the faint sound of the piano in the piano room.

　*

　Shen Ci practiced the piano for another two hours in the piano room alone.

　It was the first time in his life to play the piano like this, because he was so excited that he didn't pay attention to how long the time had passed. It was like a dream when the housekeeper came to call him to eat.

　The uninterrupted playing made his fingers hot, and his fingertips were reddish. He reluctantly closed the key cover, stood up, and moved his stiff body after sitting for a long time.